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AUGUST 2014: 5 YEARS AND COUNTING..WE CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTH TODAY!

8/29/2014

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET MICHAEL
** Fighting in Syria.
** Fighting in Iraq.
** Hezbollah and al Qaeda terrorist groups.

** Africa Aug 13, 2014:  UN predicts more than 100,000 children will suffer from malnutrition         this year despite end of sectarian fighting.
** Ebola Virus outbreak in West Africa.
** Police violence and racial unrest in the U.S.
** Landslides, floods, kill hundreds, displace thousands in Nepal and India

 ** ISIS militants kill 300 MORE Yazidi men and kidnap their families



These headlines are terribly disturbing, and Michael said it best with the following poignant quote:

“We have to heal our wounded world. The chaos, despair, and senseless destruction we see today are a result of the alienation that people feel from each other and their environment.”   
~ Michael Jackson ~


 
These are but a few of the unsavory, nay, horrific, happenings around the world this August. It would be quite easy to become so disheartened that one loses the will to live. All my life I have ‘defended’ the world, saying things like: everything happens for a reason; something good comes after something bad; we just cannot know the real reason behind anything; it’s all part of the evolution of the planet; there are many more positive things in life than negative things; there is always a calm after a storm. Although I do believe those ideas; it’s harder to believe in them some days than others. However, I do love being an Earthling. This planet is beautiful, and amazing! The flora and fauna is so diverse, as are the minerals, rocks, and shells! With all this splendid earth magic, I have to believe that we won’t destroy it all. And I have to keep the faith that my daughter, and her children, will live to wonder in amazement, and wander through the beauty of it all. Michael said it best with this quote:


“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…”
~ Michael Jackson ~


The month of August also brings tears to my eyes and a heaviness to my heart because it’s Michael’s birthday month.  Five years-plus without Him, and five is my birth number, and I was born at exactly 5PM. I’ve always celebrated the fact that Michael and I were both born on the 29th…Him in August, me in March. I have 29 letters in my name as well, which reinforces my love for this number, and my feeling of closeness to Michael…I grasp at any straw… This month, as has been my way every August, I think of Michael, and my stomach flips with love, longing, and regret. I used to think of Him with hopes and dreams, which turned into regret for never meeting Him. Now, that regret is compounded with the sadness of how He was taken from us so shamelessly, so cruelly. I grew up talking to God about Michael, and my overwhelming love for Him. The very first dream I ever had with Michael was when I was very young, and He and I were looking at God together. After Michael was taken from Earth, I was angry at God for a while. I was just so dammed sad, but I continue to thank God for Michael being born during my lifetime, on August 29, 1958. Most of the anger has subsided, but to this day I still question the how and why of this mysterious connection, my love, and the absence. However, Michael’s following quote gives me comfort:

“But for me the sweetest contact with God has no form. I close my eyes, look within, and enter a deep soft silence. The infinity of God's creation embraces me.”
~ Michael Jackson ~


This month has indeed been a rough month, but at the same time…for my family…it’s also been a busy, happy,
and momentous month. I am trying to reconcile both emotions in my mind…the yin-yang of it all…the difficult balance. We celebrated my mother’s birthday on the 8th. I feel lucky to have her, at 72, still in my life. She is an amazing mother and friend. She has always been in my corner. I know one day she will go, so I will enjoy and respect her TODAY as much as possible! We also celebrated my only child, and daughter’s birthday on the 11th. This b-day was bittersweet for me since she turned 18. I’m not ready for her to be so grown-up! I’m proud of her and love her terribly, but am sad at how fast she’s growing up. As much as I believe in her as a responsible young adult, I miss my little girl…the snuggling, the feeling that she really needed me every day. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m an educated person, and I know this is the way of life. Intellectually, we want our children to grow-up, mature, and begin an autonomous life…..but my heart cannot help but feel the weight of it all. Knowing that this is the way life works, and feeling it in my heart, are two very different things! This next quote by Michael put these feelings in perspective for me:

“Human knowledge consists not only of libraries of parchment and ink - it is also comprised of the volumes of knowledge that are written on the human heart, chiseled on the human soul, and engraved on the human psyche. ”
~ Michael Jackson ~


 

HAPPY DAY OF BIRTH TO YOU…..SWEET SPIRIT…..SWEET MICHAEL…..MY MICHAEL

I celebrate you today, as I do every day.……....

 

 

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PERPLEXING CONNECTIONS

7/19/2014

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So, I feel the same way now…SEE…kid at heart. People might think this sounds too serious to be a kid-at-heart. But, on the contrary – this is how I have a young heart…my feelings are the same, so I must have a child’s heart. It’s weird because when I was a kid I felt like an adult in a kid’s body! You know, an old soul… Well, that’s the yin and yang of life, right? I am a New Age Child, but aren't we Old Souls...with the knowledge of how important it is to stay in touch with the child within? We seem to be children in search of a childhood. 

I haven’t really written about this before. The only reason I’m still alive on Earth is my daughter and mom. Mom and McKenzie would actually do quite fine without me…but part of me knows I need to be here for my mother, and part of me wants to be here to protect McKenzie for as long as possible.

I’m NOT going to kill myself. I’m not suicidal, but I still have little melt-downs quite often….confined to the shower, or driving alone, or in my bed in the dark. My breathing gets labored; I get a headache; my stomach flips; I cry....I feel confused....not in my skin...not in my body...

I love my mother, my daughter, my sister…and my father, (whom is no longer with us)…but I find myself approaching and interacting with them somewhat MORE detached than usual. As impossible as that seems to me, it's true.  I’m trying to be authentic and real, but my mind wanders to my missed love, Michael. My mind continues to wonder at the mystery of it all, and these perplexing connections of my life...
 



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5 YEARS ..... A SHELL

7/12/2014

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I’ve felt like a shell my whole life…like my insides are disconnected. There’s a live, raw, wire in there. I’m missing a ground wire…..Michael was it. Having a baby in my 30’s has given me some relief for the past 20 years…thank God, because I think I would have imploded after June 25, 2009 otherwise.

The past 5 years has been worse. That shell is more fragile. The live, raw, wire, more frayed. Watching my only child grow up these past 17+ years has been THE ONLY thing keeping me “sane.” Making sure her life goes well, and she is happy and healthy, is what gives me the biggest purpose. Writing my first book in 2009 was very purposeful also. Other than bringing McKenzie into the world, it’s the next most important thing I’ve ever done. But she is growing up…and away from me…

Somehow, this makes me feel even more like a shell. I’ve tried my whole life to be normal and happy, sometimes for actual, intrinsic, reasons, but mostly simply for outward appearances….because I’ve always been longing for Michael…wondering about Michael…lit up inside only for Michael --- sad really, most of my life. My memories show me that I’ve been mostly faking happiness all my life….faking normalcy. Of course I do have happy memories. My parents (especially Mom) worked hard to give these to me. But I always felt like an outsider…a foreigner in my own body even. I’ve felt like this since at least Kindergarten. This is at age 5. I have memories of not wanting to sit at tables with other kids. I remember my teacher, Mrs. Faulk, encouraging me to play with other kids, and me not wanting to. I still remember my home address: 123 Arizona Street.

That feeling of being separate and different never left me. I felt lonely and outcast all my life…with no ‘apparent’ reason for it. I made good-to-great grades in school. I was usually on the honor roll. There were many children whom tried to be my friend. I had a few, but mostly felt like I had to have friends…not that I really wanted them. I have never really “clicked deeply” with any one person. Weird.

I believe I was born into my life already in love with Michael. I consciously remember becoming aware of Him; how much I loved Him, and how much it felt like I already knew Him. This was when I was about 6 &1/2 years old…around 1969. I don’t remember knowing anything about Michael Jackson when I was 5, but maybe I’d heard a song, or saw a photo by then. Or maybe, and this is what I think; it was past memories of Him…of us…in some capacity. I was always a serious kid, you know, contemplative. I wondered a lot about where we come from and where our spirit went after death. I always believed we had souls/spirits, but I did not always believe in the Catholic…or even Christian, doctrine. I had lots of questions. I felt like an adult in a kid’s body. I was raised Catholic and christened when I was a baby, but was never a believer, nor ever considered Christ my savior. I actually had a lot of animosity towards the church, even as a young girl.

As an example of my serious, contemplative, and rebellious nature: One morning at St. Peter’s Catholic Primary school, while in 3rd grade as an 8 year old, I decided to refuse to stand and say the Pledge of Allegiance and The Lord’s Prayer out loud…like we did every morning. I’d finally made my mind up about the pompass, pondering, patriarchal, pontificating, priests. So, I refused to go along as I’d done for 3 years. Making the sign of the cross with the Holy Trinity, I’d noticed we said: In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. I used to ask my mom, “Where’s the mother and sister?” Hmm? Sounded like a ‘good ole boy network’ to me. NO FEMALES ALLOWED! Well, by 8 years old I knew that was a load of crap. Plus, I knew that MY Holy Trinity was way cooler than theirs. It was Mother, Father, and Child. Simply beautiful.

So you see, my mind has been pretty darn clear on the subject of spirituality; religion; right and wrong; love and hate; needs; rules; and idiotic notions of living with blinders on.

 

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TREADING WATER (a Valentine's story)

2/13/2012

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*****
Let it be noted: This is a true story. This is a love story…love for life; love
for self; and love for my Beloved, the One. *****


      “Pssstpsst shhh shh pssst.” These were the sounds the darkness held. Her eyes popped opened as she looked around wildly for the source. Nothing and no one was obvious. She closed her eyes and did what… sleep? “Psst shhh psst psstshhhh pssst.” Bolting upright, her eyes flew open once again, and the sounds… whispers (?) stopped. Clinching her eyes tight, fighting against the terror of the disembodied around
her, she lay back down, refusing to acknowledge the “psssts” in the dark.  Sleep, or unconsciousness, must have won because she eventually awoke, as if from a dream that can’t quite be remembered. She was alone, yet she felt warm, safe, and somehow new. All around her was bustling activity, which she could hear and feel, though not
see. She felt no need to budge. The shapes moving about, when she could detect
any, were outlined by a “shimmer” in the air…yes; it was air that she felt moving across her skin. There seemed to be sweetness, almost a taste, to the gentle air. She must be outside, she thought to herself, but outside where, and from where and when had she been inside, if at all? Actually, the question that loomed over her was not so much where she was, but who she was.  Also, how, how did she even know to wonder about all this? To wonder who she was, and to wonder where to wander! She giggled to herself at the silly sound of this, as she sat there staring at the shimmering shapes and listening to the almost audible conversations, which no longer seemed to be directed at her. Was she a shimmering shape too? This thought struck her as funny, and she giggled again, loud enough to hear herself this time, which to tell the truth was a little startling. However, hearing herself made her want to feel herself also, so she folded her arms and squeezed her body. Well, she thought, now I know that I am indeed someone! Let’s see where this someone might get to, and she slowly moved away from her comfort zone.

     Impressions, knowledge, thoughts, questions, fears, and desires seem to fill her up as she moved forward. Moving forward seemed to be the general motion of all the “Shimmers,”which is what she was now calling the shapes. Almost everyone was flowing forward, but she began to sense some were only just “arriving.” Where was she? “A harbor?” she pondered. Yes, that’s it! A harbor! Some are coming; I am going.
Where? Why? But still, she walked forward with a curious ease. Her steps began
to lighten and she took on an almost happy air. No one spoke, but everyone
shimmered. She was positive now, there was something absolutely amazing about to
happen! Onward she went, without a care in the world, or so she thought. The
slope of the land began to slant downwards as her eyes began to make out a new
shimmering effect. It appeared to dance about and glow brighter the closer she
got to the bottom of the grassy land, and out from under the giant spiraling trees. Grinning brightly she stepped forward into this new glow, and that’s when everything changed. 

      The minute her bare toes touched water she dropped to the ground, paralyzed with fear! Memories rushed in, confusing and bad memories; memories of fear, thrashing, drowning, and death. Looking up, she saw the source of the new glow. It was the largest and brightest full moon she had ever seen. How could this beautiful dancing light be skipping across the surface of that deep, dark, unforgiving water? Staring up at Mistress Moon, Goddess communicated with her through this bright, all-seeing eye. She knew then what she had to do, so without hesitation, she reached out her hand, and someone guided her into a waiting boat. Still reeling from fear, she felt the boat shove off from the safety of the shore. In every fiber of her body, deep apprehension and dread clogged and stiffened her. The sound of slapping waves crashing against the little boat, and memories of thrashing arms in a desperate, but unsuccessful
attempt to stay afloat, kept her on the brink of screaming out loud into the night. Instead, she closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing. 
 
      So, here she was again, a new life, an old decision. Nearly panic stricken, she
remembered what came next, and it frightened her, to death. This cannot be
happening! Not again! Will this be my destiny to forever repeat? Suddenly, she
remembered something from time-past, a quote: “
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.” Yes, His love. But, who is He? Where had He gone? What happened to their love? Her heart was nearly bursting. This all felt like a déjà vu from Hell. She knew something was missing. If only she could remember what was expected of her, maybe there would be a different outcome this time. What was she even talking about? She must be going crazy! She decided that not only was she crazy, but those supposed memories of Him were crazy too. All she had to do was, wait for the inevitable, and it would all be over...again. Is this really what she wanted? How could she, a Shimmery One, adrift in a boat, bathed in Goddess glow, heart overflowing with love for her Beloved, be so afraid? She felt so disconnected, and she instinctively knew deep down inside, that this was at the heart of her problem of living a dissatisfied and empty life. 
 
      For days, weeks, years, lifetimes, or maybe only minutes, she drifted, struggled, and choked upon the dark, choppy, open water, in perpetual night. Life, if memories served her, was very hard and complicated with so many problems. There were too many reasons to just give up. That would be simple, wouldn’t it? She felt utterly lost. Did she really believe she could do any better this time around? This must be Hell…not knowing…feeling only fear and self loathing…but always……wanting.  It was only after she had counted a million dots in the sky, with the sparkling waves splashing against the tiny boat that she made her decision and decided to live……again.


     So, she put her trust in Goddess, and once more, inevitably, the boat began to sink.
The thrashing of arms and legs, the sound of gulping and spewing water, the fear
began to take over. “No! Not again!” She screamed, through water-clogged choking, into the night. “I can’t do this again! Why am I here! What do you want from me!” she continued to yell at the dark. She was quite a sight, with her head bobbing up and down, first above then below the water’s surface, over and over. Letting fear have its ugly way again, she just drifted, barely alive, paralyzed into inaction, as was her way. Would she let this be the end again? Had she always given up so easily? What if…? What if she treaded water a bit longer? What if she wasn’t scared to actually give of herself and live? What if she was needed? What if she was worthy? What about Him? What if……? 
 
      With a little kick left in her legs, she threw back her head, smiled up at Goddess
shining above, and calm came over her, allowing her a moment’s clarity. She said
simply, to the One who might be, “I trust you, Beloved, and I am not afraid.”  

      It was at that very moment she felt something bump into her in the water. She wearily reached out, and found it was a rather small water-logged branch, but well large enough to support her weight. She laughed out loud as she clung to it, and Goddess just smiled all around her because she knew the adventure wasn’t over yet. On this Goddess-sent life raft, she alternated between drifting and kicking, but all the while with a smile because she had changed the script! Things were different. She
could  survive. She would survive! She wasn’t helpless after all. The outcome was for her to make good. And then? Well, and then she would find Him, love Him, cherish and honor Him. He needed her help, she knew, because there was so much to do! As one of the Shimmery Ones, it was up to her to help others face their fears. It was their responsibility to bring shimmer into the night for the ones lost and whispering in the dark. 
 
      No longer fighting the water or her life’s choices, she easily slipped into a
gentle current that she hadn’t even noticed was present before. So this is how
it felt to “go with the flow.” Funny how a simple shift in perspective can so
completely alter one’s course. Another quote filled her head, “
In
a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream.”

She felt as though she was being compelled onward, drawn towards something.
Pumped up with adrenalin from thinking about all the possibilities and opportunities
that lay before her, she spotted it. At first she thought it was her imagination, as it was so far away. She squinted at it a long time, and then she just stared. Yes, she was right; it was a flickering light, a fire probably. Now she had a destination, and so she began to kick fiercely, empowered by her new positive outlook. Even with this surge of energy, it took quite a long time to propel her and the log closer and closer to the flickering Light of Hope, as she had lovingly come to think of it. During this time, while keeping her vision fixed on this flickering light, she had time to ponder the life changing
adventure she’d gone through: birth & rebirth, fear, life & death, struggles & conquests, Goddess & Beloved, and she couldn’t forget love, hope & perseverance. There could not have been a person alive who was more appreciative of these lessons learned, nor more anxious for a new, exciting future! However, she knew it would take much longer to thoroughly process it all, but she understood it well enough to be sure it was all about believing in oneself and trusting in the Divine. She would work out the details later! 
 
      As she neared the Light of Hope, she felt very happy and peaceful, confident she would now thrive in her new skin. But she was also understandably quite worn out. Finally, her feet dragged across solid ground in the water’s shallow edge. She crawled up the muddy bank, slippery with wet moss, and collapsed. The last thing she remembered was saying a prayer of thanks to Goddess as she stared at reflections of flames through a window. 
 
      It was warm near the fire, wrapped up in this soft blanket, but how had she gotten here? Had she actually been dreaming all along? Was she dreaming now? Suddenly, every memory rushed to the front of her mind: the darkness; Shimmers, the boat; the unbearable fear; the near drowning; Goddess; giving herself over to trust; her determination; her One, the log; the distant flickering flame; the muddy, mossy bank, and hope. While letting these memories wash over her, she began to realize that she wasn’t alone. Turning her head slowly to the left, she found herself looking into a face she recognized and knew, and into the deep, dark, eyes of her Beloved One. As her heart melted, she reached up and wiped a tear from His cheek. He smiled at her while poking at a log in the fire and said, “I’ve been waiting for you, my love.”

(c) Feb. 10, 2012 
E.M.Billeaudeaux
 
 


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Hoping For The Best

10/21/2011

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Well, lately I'm not having so many dark thoughts. I love my life, and especially my daughter. She's only 15, and I know that I want to be here for as long as possible to help protect her and also see her enjoy her life. I just really miss Michael. Being so in love with Him all my life, and now having to accept that He is no longer on Earth is so hard for me. I vaguely keep up with the trial. It's such a sad reminder that my Sweet Michael is gone. I don't even feel hatred for Murray because Michael was all about love, not hate. No amount of hatred for Conrad Murray will bring our Beloved Michael back to us. I am just hoping for the best possible outcome for Michael's family because they must be so very sad going through all this for so long. I love you Michael!
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    I'll be 57 on March 29th. I'm a daughter, sister & mom from Cecilia, Louisiana. By trade: an elementary teacher. By choice: a teacher of toddlers! I L~O~V~E Michael...always have...always will.

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