Magical Child and the I AM Presence

Maybe you remember, when the book Dancing the Dream, by Michael Jackson was released.  It wasn't on the shelves as long, nor was it popularized or wrote about as much as any other "scandalous" material.  Sometimes that's just how press works.  If it's not shock and awe, they just don't cover it.

If you've read the book, maybe even have listened to Michael's music, there is no doubt in my mind you walked away knowing there was more to Michael Jackson than what was reported.  I can tell you with certainty there were times in my life, I thought the man I knew was in no way, shape or form the one that was represented in the public.

There is a certain role people in the public eye play.  There are guidelines, even in the music business about what you can and can't say.  There are committees, managers and others who have their opinion on what should or shouldn't be said or done.

But how well did anyone really know Michael?  The following poem was written in 1992.  In a previous post, I talked about divine guidance.  Keeping that in mind, read the following poem.  You'll see that he not only talks about the divine guidance, but the historical facts that we represented.  The line "Threatened the priests" may remind you of Joan of Arc, or perhaps even Jesus himself.

                                                   Magical Child

Once there was a child and he was free

Deep inside, he felt the laughter

The mirth and play of nature’s glee

Beauty, love was all he’d see

He knew his power was the power of God

He was so sure, they considered him odd

This power of innocence, of compassion, of light

Threatened the priests and created a fight

In endless ways they sought to dismantle

This mysterious force which they could not handle

In endless ways they tried to destroy

His simple trust, his boundless joy

His invincible armor was a shield of bliss

Nothing could touch it, no venom, no hiss

The child remained in a state of grace

He wasn’t confined in time or place

In Technicolor dreams, he frolicked and played

While acting his part, in Eternity he stayed

Soothsayers came and fortunes were told

Some were vehement, others were bold

In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature

With the rest of the world he shared no feature

IS he real?He is so strange

His unpredictable nature knows no range

He puzzles us so, is he straight?

What’s his destiny?What’s his fate?

And while they whispered and conspired

Through endless rumors to get him tired

To kill his wonder, trample him near

Burn his courage, fuel his fear

The child remained just simple, sincere

All he wanted was the mountain high

Color the clouds, paint the sky

Beyond these boundaries, he wanted to fly

In nature’s scheme, never to die

Don’t stop this child, he’s the father of man

Don’t cross his way, he’s part of the plan

I am that child, but so are you

You’ve just forgotten, just lost the clue

Inside your heart sits a Seer

Between his thoughts, he can hear

A melody simple but wondrously clear

The music of life, so precious, so dear

If you could for one moment know

This spark of creation, this exquisite glow

You would come and dance with me

Kindle this fire so we could see

All the children of the Earth

Wave their magic and give new birth

To a world of freedom with no pain

A world of joy, much more sane

Deep inside, you know it’s true

Just find that child, it’s hiding in you.

Illustration of the I AM presence

So who is this magical child hiding inside of you?  Some might call it the I AM.  In the picture at right, you'll see a golden light extending beyond the figure of a man.  This is the I AM presence.  If you've ever seen older paintings or paintings of Jesus, you may have noticed a golden circle surrounding the head.  This represented the aura.  The color  gold represented the God force, so most of the saints and heavenly figures that have been represented in art and literature for centuries have had the same type of illustration.

It's not mentioned, however, that we all have one of these "halo's" or auras.  And, as referenced in Michael's poem, we all have the ability to tap into the God force as children of God.  We've just forgotten who we really are. 

Not every aura is gold.  Our aura's change as we develop and the golden color being the force of God is the pure radiance level of developing spiritually.  That development, or some may call it ascension, starts at the heart center and extends up.  If you think of the cross that represents Jesus, you'll realize that the intersection is at heart center.  Above is his access to heaven, below is the earth.  

Jesus points at the heart center; illumined as is his head or "crown"