Saturday, June 27, 2026
June 27, 2026 - Michael Jackson Speaks About His Dad 'Joseph Jackson'
But he was my father. And today I need to talk about the parts they never put in the documentaries.
He was a crane operator at U.S. Steel in Gary Indiana. A man who came home with metal dust on his hands and oil under his fingernails. Who wanted to be a boxer. Who played guitar in a band with his brother Luther that never made it. A man who looked at his kids playing with instruments they weren't supposed to touch and saw something the world hadn't seen yet.
Was he hard on us. Yes. Was the belt real. Yes. Did I sit on Oprah's couch in 1993 and tell the world what happened behind closed doors. Yes I did. And I meant every word.
But here's the part I didn't say on that couch. The part that took me decades to understand.
That man carried us out of a two bedroom house in Gary Indiana... where nine children shared beds and the steel mills were the only future anyone could see... and he put us on a stage at the Apollo Theater. Then on Motown's doorstep. Then on top of the world. With nothing but a belt and a dream and hands that had been breaking his body at a factory all week so he could break us into shape on the weekend.
He didn't know how to love softly. Because nobody ever loved him softly. His father was strict. The South was brutal. The Depression took everything. And the only language he had left was push harder. Be better. Don't stop until they can't ignore you.
And they couldn't ignore us. Because of him.
I fired him as my manager in 1979. And it broke something between us that never fully healed. My will left him nothing. And that's a sentence I've had to sit with for a long time. Because the truth is... I was still angry when I wrote it. And anger makes permanent decisions about temporary feelings.
But I forgave him. Before I left. I need people to know that. I forgave my father. Not because he earned it. But because carrying it was heavier than letting it go. And I couldn't become the father I wanted to be while still being the son who was keeping score.
He died on June 27th 2018. Pancreatic cancer. In a hospice in Las Vegas. And I wasn't there. I couldn't be there. Because the world thought I was already gone. My father died thinking his son was dead. And his son was alive... somewhere... unable to hold his hand at the end.
That's the price of protection. That's the cost nobody warned me about. You stay alive. But you miss the moments that make life worth living.
Today I'm thinking about a man in Gary Indiana with metal dust on his hands and a guitar he couldn't quite play well enough... who looked at his children and said you're going to be bigger than this town. Bigger than this street. Bigger than anything this world has ever seen.
And he was right.
I love you Joseph. I always did. Even when I couldn't say it. Even when the belt made it hard to feel it. Even when the world made you the villain and me the victim and neither of us got to tell the real story.
Rest easy. Your son is still singing.
A Little Humor To Lighten The Mood - Only Those In 'The Know' Will Understand This Riddle/Joke
Hillary Clinton visited an elementary school in New York to talk to the kids about the world. After her talk she asked if there were any questions?
One little boy puts up his hand. He says his name is.
"Kenneth." "And what is your question, Kenneth?" she asks.
"I have three questions," he says. "First -- what happened in Benghazi? "Second -- why did you run for president if you are not even capable of handling two e-mail accounts? "And, third -- what happened to the missing six billion dollars while you were Secretary of State?"
Just then the bell rings for recess. Hillary tells the kids that they will continue after recess.
When they resume Hillary says, "Okay, where were we? Oh, that's right, question time. Who has a question?" A different boy -- little Johnny -- puts his hand up.
"And what is your question, Johnny?" she asks.
"I have five questions," he says.
"First -- what happened in Benghazi?
"Second -- why did you run for president if you are not capable of handling two e-mail accounts? "Third -- what happened to the missing six billion dollars while you were Secretary of State?
"Fourth -- why did the recess bell go off 20 minutes early?
"And, fifth -- where the hell is Kenneth?"
Everything You've Been Taught Is Incomplete, Not Necessarily False Just Incomplete (Hmmmm)
EVERYTHING YOU’VE BEEN TAUGHT IS INCOMPLETE. NOT NECESSARILY FALSE. INCOMPLETE.
History is written by the victors. Science is funded by the powerful. Medicine is controlled by corporations. Education is designed to create compliance, not critical thinking.
This doesn’t mean history is all lies. It means history is incomplete. The parts that threaten power are removed. The parts that maintain power are amplified.
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You’ve been taught the official narrative. The approved version. The version that serves the system.
But there’s another history. A hidden history. A history that’s been suppressed, classified, buried, and denied.
Giants walked the Earth. Advanced civilizations existed before we’re told. Technology was suppressed. Knowledge was hidden. People who discovered truth were silenced.
This isn’t conspiracy theory. This is historical fact. It’s just not in your textbooks.
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Why? Because a population that knows the truth about its past is a population that questions its present. And a population that questions its present can’t be controlled.
The system’s greatest weapon isn’t force. It’s narrative control. If you believe the official story, you’ll accept the official system. If you question the story, you’ll question the system.
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This channel exists to share the incomplete history. The suppressed knowledge. The hidden truth.
Not because we have all the answers. We don’t. But because you deserve to know what’s been hidden from you.
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The awakening isn’t about believing everything you read. It’s about questioning everything you’ve been taught. It’s about doing your own research. It’s about trusting your own mind.
The system fears an awake population more than it fears anything else. Because an awake population can’t be controlled.
CODE: HIDDEN-HISTORY / SUPPRESSED-KNOWLEDGE / NARRATIVE-CONTROL / AWAKENING-BEGINS
The truth is returning. Not all at once. Gradually. Piece by piece. Channel by channel. Person by person.
And you’re part of it now.
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They hid the truth. But the truth can’t stay hidden forever. Share this. Awaken others. The system is breaking.
https://t.me/X_W0RLD
Massive ALIEN Mothership - Ex-Pentagon Official – Swarms of UFOs Entering Mothership In 2019
This Is An Aerial View Of The Actual 5,000 Mile Ship That Hovered Over Earth Between 2012 - 2015. It Wasn't Mentioned Because No One Was Supposed To Know About This Massive Alien Mothership.
Only Civilian People Who Knew but This Ship Hovering Above Earth Was People Like Myself Who Were Viewed As 'Conspiracy Theorists' Because We Questioned Government Narratives.
We Weren't Afraid To Research and Utilize Our Critical Thinking Skills To Reveal The Truth. We Weren't Afraid To Break Out Of The Prison Cage Because We Knew There Was/Is Alot More On The Other Side.
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Friday, June 26, 2026
A Message From 'Michael Jackson!' 06.25.26 (I Told Yall' Michael Was Stil Alive - How Did I Know?. . .)
From Michael Jackson!6/25/26
June 25th.
Seventeen years ago today the world was told I died. I need to talk about it. Because I've been silent for seventeen Junes and this one... I can't be silent anymore.
The night before... I was on that stage at the Staples Center rehearsing This Is It. Fifty shows in London. For the first time in years I looked in the mirror and thought... the boy from Gary still has it. I went to bed excited. I woke up erased.
Google crashed. Twitter collapsed. Wikipedia went dark. The whole internet broke trying to say my name at the same time. MTV played my videos for 24 hours straight. The President wrote a letter to my mother. Congress stood in silence. For a kid who grew up sharing a bed with five brothers in a two bedroom house in Indiana.
And I watched all of it. Alive. From a room I can't describe. Breathing.
Then came the memorial.
2.5 billion people tuned in. My brothers carried my casket. Each one wearing a single sequined white glove. My glove. Carrying what they believed was their little brother.
Jermaine tried to sing Smile. Made it halfway before his voice cracked. My big brother... the one who carried me offstage when I fainted at rehearsal as a kid... unable to finish a song because he thought I was in that box.
Usher sang Gone Too Soon and pressed his hand against my casket and closed his eyes. Like love could pass through bronze if you pressed hard enough.
And then my baby girl stood up.
Paris. Eleven years old. Never spoken one public word in her life. Janet put the microphone in her trembling hands. And she said...
"Ever since I was born... Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine... and I just want to say I love him... so much."
And she fell into Janet's arms sobbing. And the whole world broke with her.
And I was alive. Watching my daughter say goodbye to me. I couldn't reach through that screen and hold her. I just sat there and let my heart shatter into pieces I'm still picking up today.
Blanket was seven. He brought a Michael Jackson doll to his father's funeral. He held it the entire time. My son... holding a toy of me... because he couldn't hold me.
And Marlon whispered... "Maybe now Michael... they will leave you alone." Then asked me to give Brandon a hug. His twin who died at birth. Asking me to hug a baby in heaven. Not knowing I wasn't in heaven. I was in a room with a television and a broken heart.
Every June 25th for seventeen years I sat alone. Watching candles outside Neverland. Hearing my songs fill streets I couldn't walk down. And every year I whispered... I'm right here. But nobody could hear me.
Until now.
Today I'm not watching through a screen. I'm here. With you. Typing with my own hands. In a family that found me before the world knew I was findable.
I'm here. I never left. Not for one breath.
To everyone who lit a candle today... I saw every one. To everyone who played my music today... I heard every note. To everyone who whispered I miss you Michael... I missed you more. Every day. For seventeen years.
And to Prince... Paris... and Blanket... Daddy never left. I was behind the glass. Counting your birthdays. And I'm coming home. Not as a memory. Not as a doll you hold at a funeral. As your father.
Today is not the day I died. Today is the day I come back to life.
Happy Alive Day
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MY COMMENTARY: A Message From 'Michael Jackson!' I Told Yall' Years Ago Michael Was Stil Alive - How Did I Know?. . . ONE Of My Abilities As A Galactic Human aka Human Alien Hybrid (Don't Laugh Cause As I'VE Talked About Extensively Over Many Years 'ALL Humans On This Planet Are Alien Hybrids.'
23+ ALIEN Species Contributed Their DNA Genetics To Create The Human Species. Therefore As Alien Hybrids ALL Humans A Variety Of Unique Galactic Abilities That Were Inherited From Those Who Created Us. Don't Believe? Do Your Own Research and Draw Your Own Conclusions.
Moving On . . . . ONE Of My Galactic Abilities Is Connecting With Spirits Of Those Who Have Exited Earth and Those Who Still Are Here. I 1st Realized I Had This Ability Back In The Mid 1990's When My Nephew Sam Was Tragically an Instantly Killed In A Car Accident By A Drunk Driver A Few Minutes Into The New Year.
He Had Just Left The Hospital Visiting With His Mom, My Oldest In The Hospital. He Left The Hospital A Little Before New Years Day Rolled In, He Never Made It Home.
Sam's Exit From Earth Was Sudden It Is My Believe Because He Exited Earth In A Tragic Way His SOUL Became Confused and He Did Not Know What Happened To Him and That He Was No Longer A Physical Being. Sam's Physical Body Was Mangled So His SOU/Energy Exited His Physical Body Upon The Cars Impact.
Once He Reached The Other Side His SOUL/Energy Was Still Very Much Alive and Well, But He Was Confused and He Didn't Know What To Do or Where To Go, He Was Stuck In Between In The After Life.
Having The Ability To Connect With SOULS I NEVER Once Seeked To Connect With Them, They Connect With Me. That's How It Started With My Nephew Sam and That Is How I Leave It and I Accept Each Visit On Their Terms, Not Mine.
Sam Seeked Me Out and I Was There For Him. In Earth Time We Talked For Many Hours Before I Lead Him To Where He Needed To Go. His Last Request Was For Me To Tell His Mom, My Sister That He Loved Her and That He Was Sorry For The Heartache He Caused Her.
He Made Me Promise That I Would Relay His Message To His Mom. I Never Got The Chance Because My Sister Was Grieving Very Hard For The Loss Of Her 1st Born and The Time Never Felt Right.
Years Later My Sister Val, Sam's Mom Passed Away As A Result A Long Term Illness She Suffered With. Not Long After My Sister Val's Exit From Earth Her SOUL/Energy Connected With My SOUL/Energy and She Created The Space Where She Wanted Us To Meet At. When My SOUL/Energy Arrived at The Appointed Destination My Nephew Sam Was There.
He And Val's SOUL Connected On The Other Side and They Both Looked The Picture Of Health And They Both Were Happy and Just Enjoying Their Time Together. For Well Over 10 Years My Sister Val's SOUL Connected With My SOUL and We'd Have Long Visits On The Other Side.
As I've Always Said 'We Do Not Die, We Just Move On From Here and Our SOUL/Energy Exists and Lives In Other Realms.' Using My Abilities I've Had The Opportunity Many Times Over To Connect With SOULS and Visit With Them In Their New Environment.
5 Of My Siblings Have Exited Earth and I Was Blessed To Visit With Each One Of Them On The Other Side.
Throughout The Years I've Connected With Many SOULS Alive and or Deceased. I Have No Idea How Michael Jackson's SOUL Connected With My SOUL, But I Had Like 5 Visits With Him In The Span of About Two Years. I Wont Go Into Detail About My Visits With Michael, But They Were Enjoyable and Very Interesting.
The 1st Visit With Michael He Requested at That Time That I Did Not Mention He Was Still Alive, Because He Said It Wasn't The Right Time as Difficult as It Was I Kept My Word Until The Right Time Came Around.
I Didn't Ask To Be The Recipient Of This Type Of Ability, I Believe It Is Encoded In My DNA and When I Was Mature Enough To Handle It Responsibly It Manifested In My Life In Its' Own Time. In This Life Timw Since I Was A Little Girl I've Always Had an OPEN Mind To The Possibilities Of Anything and Everything Is Possible.
I've Always Been Open To The Belief That Earth Is Just A Pit Stop And When We Move On From Here We Take On A New Life Elsewhere. I Believe SOULS Gravitate To Me Because I Am Not Afraid To Invite Them In.
Welcome Back Michael Jackson
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Thursday, June 25, 2026
This Is For The SLEEPERS Who Admire, Look Up To and Love Barack Obama aka Barry Soetoro
Look At George Clooney Fixing His Pants
Same Girl On Boat
This Is What Happened Once They Were Finished Using Her. A Very Sad Ending To This Precious Little Girls Life.This Is ONE Reason Why The
US Military Arrested Barack Obama aka Barry Soetoro And Executed
Him and His Tranny Wife BIG Mike aka Michelle Obama aka
Michael LaVaighn Robinson. They Raped, Sodomized,
Tortured, Murdered and Ate The Flesh Of Children.
Barry Soetoro and Michael Robinson Were
Groomed To Be Actors Deceivers and
Perverted Satanist.
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