Let Him Guide You! 13 Inspirational Michael Jackson Quotes

Source: Global Grind – By Susanna Osbourne

71761022_0We gathered 13 inspirational quotes from MJ that might help Paris pull through.

Check them out below; we could all use a little inspiration.

“Let us dream of tomorrow where we can truly love from the soul, and know love as the ultimate truth at the heart of all creation.”

2222785“If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.”

2224146“But you are not alone. For I am here with you. Though we’re far apart, you’re always in my heart.” – You Are Not Alone

2228174“If you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change!” – Man in the Mirror

256957“In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.”

3248882_0“Lies run sprints, but the truth runs marathons.”

71437036_0“I believe we are powerful but we don’t use our minds to full capacity. Your mind is powerful enough to help you attain whatever you want.”

2228096_0“The meaning of life is contained in every single expression of life. It is present in the infinity of forms and phenomena that exist in all of creation.”

2661726_0“I have always been a dreamer. I set goals for myself. I look at things and try to imagine what is possible and then hope to surpass those boundaries.”

71761007_0“Sometimes the heart is so heavy that we turn away from it and forget that its throbbing is the wisest message of life, a wordless message that says, ‘Live, be, move, rejoice — you are alive!’ Without the heart’s wise rhythm, we could not exist.”

71437042_0“To give someone a piece of your heart, is worth more than all the wealth in the world.”

2638355“When you know something is wrong for you, you have to make difficult decisions and trust your instincts.”

50961980“Change is inevitable and always good in one sense or the other.”

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[New Luxury Book] Michael Jackson Book Monument Written By Fans

Source: The Paramus Post

Michael Jackson fans worldwide now have the chance to immortalize their personal farewells to the King of Pop in the NEW Michael Jackson Book Monument – a unique work of art being created by a global collaboration of fans published by Bungalow Publishing. Fans are invited to co-write this unique tribute.

“We are committed to creating an inspirational and meaningful book of 1,000 pages for 1,000 fans to share their personal memory of Michael,” says Marisa Garau, co-founder of Bungalow Publishing. “It’s a very different and in our eyes very valuable concept.” This specialty publishing house is giving fans worldwide the opportunity to co-create “a unique monument of historic proportions” to Michael Jackson and his impact on their lives in a personalized work of art celebrating the legendary performer: a strictly limited edition of 5,000 copies of a bible-like book, each containing 1,000 fan farewells and featuring a cover portrait of Michael created from over 3,000 Swarovski crystals.
There is even a chance for Michael Jackson fans to WIN a chance at having their farewells included in this exclusive, luxury personalized book. Fans have until May 31, 2012 to visit http://dear-michael.com/Participating-Is-Easy/  and write their story (300 words max. and must be written in English).

There is a $10 USD entry fee. The 1,000 winners will be chosen by judges selected by Bungalow Publishing.

Those selected will be taking part in writing history by sharing their most personal memory of the unforgettable Michael and helping create a monument of historical significance. Their commitment to making this tribute come true will be an inspiration to millions of people around the world and to generations to come, adds Garau. “The Michael Jackson Book Monument is the first ever monument for Michael built by his own fans, offering the highest level of fan involvement possible,” states Garau.

Bungalow Publishing will offer the 5,000 limited (luxury) editions for $7,499 USD each. Limited editions can be reserved for $ $1,499 USD each. Once the 5,000 limited editions are sold, no more will be available – ever. Anyone can buy the regular edition book for $59 USD, with pre-orders now being accepted at http://Dear-Michael.com .

The Portrait

The Book

The Book Cover

The Inner Book Cover

The Book Cases

The Medal of Honor

The Dream Team

Are You Listening – By Michael Jackson (Dancing the Dream)

Who am I?
Who are you?
Where did we come from?
Where are we going?
What’s it all about?
Do you have the answers?

Immortality’s my game
From Bliss I came
In Bliss I am sustained
To Bliss I return
If you don’t know it now
It’s a shame
Are you listening?

This body of mine
Is a flux of energy
In the river of time
Eons pass, ages come and go
I appear and disappear
Playing hide-and-seek
In the twinkling of an eye

I am the particle
I am the wave
Whirling at lightning speed
I am the fluctuation
That takes the lead
I am the Prince
I am the Knave
I am the doing
That is the deed
I am the galaxy, the void of space
In the Milky Way
I am the craze

I am the thinker, the thinking, the thought
I am the seeker, the seeking, the sought
I am the dewdrop, the sunshine, the storm
I am the phenomenon, the field, the form
I am the desert, the ocean, the sky
I am the Primeval Self
In you and I

Pure unbounded consciousness
Truth, existence, Bliss am I
In infinite expressions I come and go
Playing hide-and-seek
In the twinkling of an eye
But immortality’s my game

Eons pass
Deep inside
I remain
Ever the same
From Bliss I came
In Bliss I am sustained

Join me in my dance
Please join me now
If you forget yourself
You’ll never know how
This game is played
In the ocean bed of Eternity

Stop this agony of wishing
Play it out
Don’t think, don’t hesitate
Curving back within yourself
Just create…just create

Immortality’s my game
From Bliss I came
In Bliss I’m sustained
To Bliss I return
If you don’t know it now
It’s a shame

Are you listening?

Angel of Light – By Michael Jackson (Dancing The Dream)

It’s hard to see angels, although I’ve stared at their pictures for hours. Some people can see them without pictures, and they tell interesting tales. Guardian angels are all female, for instance, which didn’t surprise me once I found out. A birth angel, recruited from the younger ranks, attends every baby when it appears, while another angel, older but not grim, helps the dying to leave this world without grief or pain.

You can pray to the angels and they will listen, but the best way to call them, I am told, is to laugh. Angels respond to delight, because that is what they’re made of. In fact, when people’s minds are clouded by anger or hatred, no angel can reach them.

Not all angels have wings — so the visionaries claim — but those who do can unfurl a span of golden feathers stretching over the entire world. If you had eyes that could look straight into the sun, you would see an overwhelming angel presiding there; a more serene one smiles out from the face of the moon.

Angels spend their entire lives, which are forever, spinning around the Creator’s throne, singing His praise. People with keen ears have listened in. The harmonies of the angelic choir are incredibly complex, they say, but the rhythm is simple. “It’s mostly march time,” one eavesdropper affirmed. For some reason, that fact is almost the best I have learned so far.

After a while it got lonely hearing about angels you couldn’t see for yourself. When an angel-watcher heard that, she was shocked. “Not see?” she said. “But you have an angel in you. Everybody does. I can see it right now, and I thought you could, too.” “No,” I said sadly, and I asked what it looked like. “Did it look like me?”

“Well, yes and no,” the angel-watcher mysterious answered. “It all depends on what you think you are. Your angel is a speck of light perched at the very center of your heart. It is smaller than an atom, but just wait. Once you get close to it, your angel will expand. The closer you come, the more it will grow, until finally, in a burst of light, you will see your angel in its true shape, and at that very instant, you will also see yourself.”

So now I am looking for my angel all the time. I sit silently, turning my gaze inward. It wasn’t long before I caught a glimpse of something. “Is that you, Angel, holding a candle?” One flicker and it was gone. Yet that was enough to set my heart wildly beating. Next time my angel will be waving a lamp, then holding a torch aloft, then lighting a bonfire.

That’s what the angel-watcher promised, and now that I have caught sight of glory, I know enough to believe.

Angel Of Light – By Michael Jackson (Dancing the Dream)

 

It’s hard to see angels, although I’ve stared at their pictures for hours. Some people can see them without pictures, and they tell interesting tales. Guardian angels are all female, for instance, which didn’t surprise me once I found out. A birth angel, recruited from the younger ranks, attends every baby when it appears, while another angel, older but not grim, helps the dying to leave this world without grief or pain.

You can pray to the angels and they will listen, but the best way to call them, I am told, is to laugh. Angels respond to delight, because that is what they’re made of. In fact, when people’s minds are clouded by anger or hatred, no angel can reach them.

Not all angels have wings — so the visionaries claim — but those who do can unfurl a span of golden feathers stretching over the entire world. If you had eyes that could look straight into the sun, you would see an overwhelming angel presiding there; a more serene one smiles out from the face of the moon.

Angels spend their entire lives, which are forever, spinning around the Creator’s throne, singing His praise. People with keen ears have listened in. The harmonies of the angelic choir are incredibly complex, they say, but the rhythm is simple. “It’s mostly march time,” one eavesdropper affirmed. For some reason, that fact is almost the best I have learned so far.

After a while it got lonely hearing about angels you couldn’t see for yourself. When an angel-watcher heard that, she was shocked. “Not see?” she said. “But you have an angel in you. Everybody does. I can see it right now, and I thought you could, too.” “No,” I said sadly, and I asked what it looked like. “Did it look like me?”

“Well, yes and no,” the angel-watcher mysterious answered. “It all depends on what you think you are. Your angel is a speck of light perched at the very center of your heart. It is smaller than an atom, but just wait. Once you get close to it, your angel will expand. The closer you come, the more it will grow, until finally, in a burst of light, you will see your angel in its true shape, and at that very instant, you will also see yourself.”

So now I am looking for my angel all the time. I sit silently, turning my gaze inward. It wasn’t long before I caught a glimpse of something. “Is that you, Angel, holding a candle?” One flicker and it was gone. Yet that was enough to set my heart wildly beating. Next time my angel will be waving a lamp, then holding a torch aloft, then lighting a bonfire.

That’s what the angel-watcher promised, and now that I have caught sight of glory, I know enough to believe.

Ecstasy – Written By Michael Jackson (Dancing the Dream)

I was born to never die

To live in bliss, to never cry

To speak the truth and never lie

To share my love without a sigh

To stretch my arms without a tie

This is my dance, this is my high

It’s not a secret, can’t you see

Why can’t we all live in ecstasy

Ecstasy            Esctasy

Why can’t we all

Live in Ecstasy.

Without a guilt, without regret

I am here to forget

Tainted memories of imagined sin

In every friend, kith and kin

We have to celebrate here

The getting rid of every fear

Of every notion, every seed

Of any separation, caste, or creed.

This alienation, fragementation, abomination

Of separation, exploitation, isolation

This cruelty, hysteria, absolute madness

This anger, anxiety, overflowing sadness

Disrupted ecology, wanton destruction

Diseased biology, nature’s obstruction

Endangered species, environmental pollution

Holes in the ozone, defying solution

Is not knowing the spark that lights my interior

Is the same fire, glowing in every man, child, and mother superior

We have come to celebrate here

The getting rid of every fear

Of every notion, every seed

Of any speartaion, caste, or creed.

Feeling free, let us fly

Into the boundless, beyond the sky

For we were born to never die

To live in bliss, to never cry

To speak the truth and never lie

To share our love without a sign

To stretch our arms without a tie

Thsi is our dance, this is our high

It’s not a secret, can’t you see

Why can’t we all live in ecstasy

Ecstasy           Ecstasy

Why can’t we all

Live in Ecstasy.