Angel Michael's Secrets - Part One
Secrets in his songs...
Michael as Endymion in Endymion Oracles: Nina's Story
Introduction from Heaven Leigh
This is the message I listened to and wrote out from Michael today, October 8, 2012. I hear his words, thoughts, ideas, and laughter in my mind often. He does not bombard me. He is very gentle in dispensing his messages, though the messages themselves, I find to be very powerful and passionate. I am compelled through love to share them.
As he gives me his thoughts and feelings to convey here, I will do so. He gave me the idea of revealing some of his "hidden" messages through songs he has recorded. These lyrics will be interwoven with whatever Michael feels like talking about at the time. I will just go with it organically, and let whatever happens, happen.
I have, up to now, only shared through poetry, a novel and short stories, because it seemed to me that it was the way he most enjoyed giving his message. I assumed he would not be very fond of "interviews." Bad memories. So I jumped into playing in stories and poems with him, hoping that others would feel these stories and poems to be embraces from Michael's spirit.
Throughout the last couple of years, I have come to realize that without letting him speak through me in a more direct way, many may be missing his message in my writing. Some few souls have latched on to the Nina's Story book for dear life, as a healing message from Michael's spirit, despite language barriers and great distance. This is actually a very miraculous thing. I am very grateful.
And so, it is with a humble countenance that I open my heart and mind to directly let others see and "hear" what Michael has been telling me. His spirit came to me in 2007. Yes, it first happened when he was still alive. He needed a friend. I desperately needed a friend too. He somehow connected with me in a dream. I dismissed it as nonsensical, though my heart knew better.
It was one of the most vivid dreams I have ever had. Yet I admit that I was scared to try to contact him. I was stunned that his spirit had come through to my depressed spirit at that time. Aside from my daughter's devotion to him, I didn't give him much thought. I didn't keep track of much of anything having to do with him at that time. I brushed by the tabloids in stores and wished that they would leave him alone. I was scared of the turmoil that his life had become. I was frightened of the way he looked, the way that his painful insecurities had driven him to change his face so drastically. I didn't judge him for this for a second. My heart went out to him, but I wanted to keep my distance.
I wasn't frightened of the ways that the vitiligo had changed him, in the sense of being afraid to see the physical changes that he had undergone as a result of the disease. I felt so much empathy for him and others that struggle with the pain and embarrassment of this disease. I didn't know anything about it, until Michael developed it. I believed wholeheartedly that his disease was real, and a cruel trick of life, especially for one so constantly in the public eye. I guess I was mostly frightened of whatever made him change his face so much. He seemed to never be pleased with the results. I later realized where the insecurities came from, and I related to him deeply on that level. Though I have never tried to change myself with cosmetic surgery, I have spent endless tormented days trying to "be what I thought others wanted me to be." This came from my own experience with parental pressure and impossible expectations that should never be put on a child. My childhood was taken from me too, in a different way. This I understood.
At the time of the dream, I didn't understand the heart of Michael that had been so tormented and yet still remained so pure. I am baring my heart to you, dear readers, with the hope that you will understand what many others felt about Michael, others who were close enough to help, who didn't reach out when he most needed them.
I know now, that my fears were so foolish. There is not a day that goes by that I don't feel sorry for not at least trying to write to, or contact him after that powerful dream. Yet his spirit assures me that there was nothing I could have done to have saved him for this physical world.
I picked up his request from my 2007 dream, like a crimson banner flying in the cold wind, after he passed from this world. I made a sacred promise to use my heart, hands, mind, and life to continue his message, in the way he relays it through me.
I pray that whoever is meant to hear it, will find it. I'm doing the best that I know how, and continually asking him for guidance to do better with this sacred trust from beautiful Angel Michael.
No matter what there is to cry over, if we look for something to laugh about, we are using a very powerful call to summon the angels. "Smile, though your heart is aching..." and take time to cry your eyes out too. It's very cleansing. Then get back up and start again. Keep shining. Keep glowing. Your energy has a unique glow to it that is very needed in this world.
I may seem "obsessed" with Michael Jackson to the untrained heart. What I am obsessed with, is his message.
MichaeLOVE, light and laughter to you.
Angel Michael: Why did I leave your world on June 25th?
Quincy often said that my songs were autobiographical. I left signs and messages that can be seen if you look closer, beyond the lyricist's intent at the time of the writing. You may find messages, secrets if you will, that give you insights into my life purpose as Michael Jackson, and your life purpose as you.
Heal the World is obvious. The words are easy to understand, yet some of the hardest to apply to our daily lives, it seems. If there is one song that I am remembered for writing, if only one were to be remembered, I am most proud of Heal the World, and its message. Siedah Garrett's Man in the Mirror perfectly harmonizes in message and spirit with Heal the World. She wrote the heart of creation into that song. I learned from her song. I love her for that. Thank you again, Siedah. These songs best explain my heart's message for your world.
Heal the World is 6 minutes and 25 seconds long, another way to write June 25th. Check your Dangerous album! Check your iPod.
Then LIVE the song. Please live the song. Don't just sing the song in remembrance of me, though I love that too, and I thank you. LIVE the song. It's not for me that you do it, it is for you.
How do you do it?
I'm going to give you some amazing secrets that hide in my songs for all to hear, but I want to say this too: To all those who are hearing my voice and feeling compelled to write it out. It's me.
I write through loving, sweet, otherwise shy ones. I compel you to open up and reach out to share my message. And for those who don't feel the compulsion to write? Are you feeling driven to help others, Heal the World by giving to charities? Those who may have never felt this before are doing this now to honor me. I am deeply touched that I have this effect on you.
Give to the charities you truly, truly believe in. You know what I love, what Spirit loves, it is implanted in all hearts if we simply listen. Give to needy and sick children. Give to improve a child's education. Check your organizations out! Don't give blindly to anyone who uses my name. There are good people starting wonderful projects for giving. Use common sense. When in doubt, give to the big established places!
Or give to a neighbor by taking them out to dinner. It's not difficult. Bake a pie for someone. Charity begins at home, you understand this, but sometimes in wanting to make a "big show" of your giving, you leave your children sitting at home and missing you.
What a wonderful way to teach them, by taking them with you to donate, or visit people in Nursing Homes or Retirement Homes.
Healing your world starts with looking into your own child's or grandchild's eyes and telling them you love them. Some of you already know how to do this so well. You don't need me to tell you. So to you, I just say thank you.
If you are a child reading this, and you don't feel very loved, know that I love you, and your parents probably love you too, in their own ways. They were probably hurt as children, if they don't express their love very well. What can you do about this? Promise yourself, when you grow up, to be the kind of parent that you wish your parents were. It is a great gift that you give to yourself. It is a great gift that you give to the world.
Sometimes grown-ups forget. In their hustle-bustle worlds they are trying so hard to provide for you, to give you food, clothing and a nice safe place to live, that they forget to nurture your heart, to let you know what you mean to their hearts. Be patient with them, dear ones. For you are the future. You have the magic. Forgive them and know that you are loved by thousands of angels - and this one. You are so loved.
I say what I want to say through you...
Yes, Heaven, I'm taking this in a different way than you expected, just like I do in the stories we write together. This must be said now.
Just listen and pour it out...
I want to write books, movies, to pour the message of love throughout the world and watch it continue in venues I haven't tried before. I need willing hearts to help me do this. Study your craft, don't just throw things together quickly and call it a book. Learn what makes a good story, the fine points. Practice - you don't have to be perfect to pour out love into the world, but those who I write through and with, those who are working with me are those, no matter what level of skill now, who will be constantly working on their craft as I did, to present only the finest offerings to the world. They pursue excellence in gratefulness and awe before the world of talent and beauty that creation provides.
And they are kind people. Look for kindness, depth of message. Look for the way they treat others. Look at how they behave when they've been offended. Look for how they promote and praise others who are spreading my message of kindness. That is my spirit!
You hunger to hear my voice again. You ache to see me again. Please do not let your vulnerability be used against you. Look closer. Look for me in their souls. Then you will know who to trust.
I didn't write the song Happy, but I sang it because it was the theme song in one of Diana's movies, Lady Sings the Blues. The following quote from the song tells a lot about me:
"Where have I been? What lifetime was I in? Suspended between time and space, lonely until...Happy came smiling up at me. Sadness had no choice, but to flee. I said a prayer so silently, Let sadness see what happy does. Let happy be where sadness was."
I am Michael. I am many, many lifetimes of service to you. To get stuck on my Michael Jackson lifetime is understandable. I pooled all of the other lifetimes of talent together and became a Supernova of creative light. I had to get through to you! It was urgent.
Then when you accused me of hurting children, the very ones I came to help, I wanted to leave. I tried to stay for my own children, but I wanted to leave the accusations, the accusers, the power they had over others, millions of people that let the evil words take root inside of them. People believed the lies. I couldn't live with that. I tried to cope. It was too painful. I grew weaker.
And WHY? Why did they accuse? Why did they hate? When someone just goes out there and shines a light, sometimes it makes those dwelling in darkness very angry. They don't want to change and they despise the messenger of change.
I did not leave because I was humiliated. Don't you see. I kept fighting my way back, kept bringing my message. I left because of hate and greed and finally those around me that silenced me in my physical lifetime. I left my physical lifetime because I did not know how to effectively give my message anymore. I was in pain for not feeling that I could be effective anymore. I relied too much on dangerous substances to numb that pain. I allowed others to wield a power over me that I never should have allowed. And I was exhausted. I was tired.
When I said - pay more attention to your children - and I was DOING this, helping, loving by giving to charities, often quietly so, those who saw their own neglect took my words as an indictment against them. You look at the ones who so vehemently accused me. They were the worst parents, the most unloving people. They despised me, as if I were Joseph of the bible, wearing the coat of many colors.
One with so much talent, loved by the world, riches beyond compare, a black man in a white man's world...who was I to be telling them that they weren't loving their children enough? How dare I. So they destroyed me.
And I let them.
I'm not proud of that. But before you judge me...I asked you this in a song before and many of you ignored and laughed at me...(some, not all of course) look at my childhood. I was only telling the world that as an abused child, I knew of what I spoke.
Abuse is not always in the form of beatings. Abuse can be in the form of neglecting the most important part of parenting a child. To take the time to know their hearts and what is important to them. Remember the question: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Have you asked your child this? It is so beautiful to ask from the very moment they can put together a sentence, because the answers will change as the years go by.
At first she may want to be a doctor, a movie star, a dancer or singer! When you see that talent and interest in her, water and cultivate it like a beautiful flower. He may want to be an artist, or movie director, a fireman or airplane pilot! Sometimes we just tell them what we want them to be. That's not the same. Listen. They will tell us what the world needs them to be.
I learned how to be a loving parent from my mother, my dear, caring mother Katherine. I also learned how to be a loving parent from Joseph. Not in an obvious way, but still effective. Sometimes our most memorable lessons are learned from what we see in others that we do NOT wish to emulate, and we know this by how it feels to us. I am grateful and forgiving.
Heaven Can Wait...
I came to this author to write stories with her - to play. It is what I most love to do. Now I see that her first book is just not obvious in its presentation of my message. It doesn't have my picture on the cover. She's frustrated about the time it is taking to get my message out in this way. That's okay. She is also grateful for the experience to write with me. It's fun to co-create original stories! It is how I wrote my songs, but I didn't give credit to any specific spirit because I didn't know a name to credit. I often said my inspiration was "heavenly."
I think that people need to trust more in "the message," (meaning the universal message of love) than in the name of the one who delivers it. Be loyal to the message, if it is a pure and loving one. The message is the key.
Heaven published our collaborative effort on June 25, 2011, in the spirit of my song Heal the World. She gave her book, our book, the blessing to go forth and heal. Many authors have this intention for their work. It is a beautiful intention. It is a beautiful reason to write. I'm not saying that her book is more important than all of the others. I'm saying that it is important. You will not get its exact message anywhere else. And that is true for all original works, is it not? They will find who they are meant to find, in the time that they are meant to be found.
Heaven has been "dropping hints" for over a year now. She has been timid and shy about telling the world clearly and succinctly that this book is a spirit message of hope for the world. I promised her that it would go into all the world. It is presently in many countries. One or two people in each. Sweden, Italy, Norway, The Netherlands, France. These readers have struggled with deciphering the message in English! It is not printed in their native language yet, and they read it over and over to hear my message in the story. I tell Heaven not to worry. The message is going out and it will continue to grow, though it may seem at a snail's pace to her. She calls it my "sizzle" and sometimes cries about how the sizzle seems to be taking too long. She feels that she is letting me down by not getting the message out there more effectively.
But the timing will be perfect, I assure her.
For one thing, you must not "hint around" when you have an important message to give to the world. It is more her personal fears that hold the message back. She doesn't wish to "use my name" to sell a book. So she has been doing that hesitantly, in spite of her aversion to the idea.
How many people use God's name to sell books? Am I to be MORE revered than God? Hee hee. Girl, you are so funny sometimes! That's my final answer! No more hinting around. Scream the message - yell it into a canyon and let the echo reverberate throughout the world!
And you, yes YOU, dear reader, please listen.
And you, yes YOU, dear writer, write the words that fill your heart. Fill the world with these words. Someone is watching. Someone is reading. Someone is grateful to you, even if they never tell you! And some days you get gratitude like this...and you know that what you are doing is all worth the banging your head against the wall for years until someone listens...
From Alessandra of Italy:
"Of course I finished “Nina’s Story”, not one but 4 times ... !! I’m a little bit rusty with English and I’m not more used to read in English, so I needed several readings. But I also loved the story so much and I couldn’t stand to stay away from that book... I cannot explain why, but I need you book to be near to me. So I've read it several times...and each time I always discovered something new, something I didn’t realize before, something so moving and so deep to leave me breathless. And always, always your book has been a sort of medicine for me... Do I believe in love after death? Yes, I do, and I’m sure that’s the most powerful love a human being could never experience in life. So I really cannot wait to read a new episode.."
With all my heart. Thank you Michael...
Spirit's message in fantasy form:
- Nina's Story on Amazon
Nina's Story: Endymion Oracles [Heaven Leigh] on Amazon.com. *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Author Heaven Leigh’s novel, Nina's Story, takes you to an ancient land, a perfect world where love surrounds you. When a seductive leader enters
Angel Michael's Secrets - Part Two
- Angel Michael's Secrets - Part Two
Heaven Leigh gives background on her journey of learning to channel Angel Michael. Michael shares a divine riddle in the form of spontaneous poetry.