Another way of saying this is that a life that is openly and unashamedly
shared, like Michael Jackson’s was, is a gift to all that take it in.
My story has that same unashamed quality of saying it exactly as it was
to me, and so honestly that it has never been told this thoroughly and
honestly before, as I never had been inspired to lay this part of it out
this way before. In doing so I feel solid and rich; uncaring of the
myriad feelings — not all good — that my authentic, unframed, “untagged”
experiences will bring forth in others. For that which hasn’t already
been wrestled and forced beneath some ill-fitting “tag” is just a
Rohrschak test for all who view it; and so what you see in me will
likely be far more your own image than mine, just as I saw mine in
Michael’s.

But if you do not recognize that, hell, you may see your demon or angel
or just about anything. If you are not very evolved, you may even blame
that on me; again that is what happened to Michael Jackson for not
staying in the jar and being happy just for getting — whoop-de-do —
breathing holes!

For in living authentically, as Michael Jackson has demonstrated for us
all one time again, like many authentic people in the past, in truly
being yourself you will be more loved and more hated than if you take
the safe route of hiding.
So listen to this or not; I’ve already received my blessings and my
gifts out of this experience. They are there for you too, but it is all
in you and up to you to reach for them, or not; and to decide if now,
later, or not in this lifetime. All are correct decisions; there can be
no wrong ones ever (only instructive or learning ones). Ain’t life
great! It’s been nice swirling around for a spell in the consciousness
soup with you. Later!