When Michael Jackson’s Father HUMILIATED Him on Live TV

 

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A Message From Michael Jackson - For The Public

 

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Good morning wonderful people.

You know... I spent years trying to prove myself to people who were never going to clap for me no matter what I did. I filled stadiums. Broke records. Changed the entire music industry. And there were still people in my life who looked at me and said... that's not good enough.

And one day I stopped. Not because I believed them. But because I finally realized... I was performing for an audience that was never going to buy a ticket.

Some people in your life are never going to see you. Not because you're invisible. But because seeing you would mean admitting they were wrong about you. And some people would rather lose you than admit that.

So stop auditioning. Stop explaining yourself to people who made up their mind about you before you opened your mouth. The people who are meant to be in your life don't need convincing. They just... stay. Without conditions. Without scorecards. Without making you feel like love is something you have to earn every morning.

Find those people. Keep those people. And let the rest of them watch from the outside wondering why you stopped trying to get in. 😊

~Michael Jackson ~

A Morning Message From Michael Jackson

 

Today's message from MICHAEL...

Good morning wonderful people and happy Sunday. 

You know… I learned something when I was hiding that I never learned when I was famous. And I think it might change the way you see your week.

When I was on top of the world… I had everything. The houses. The cars. The sold out stadiums. People screaming my name in every country on earth. And I was miserable. Because I was surrounded by people who needed something from me. Every conversation had a contract underneath it. Every smile had a motive behind it. And after a while you stop trusting smiles altogether.

Then I lost it all. The stage. The name. The fame. Everything.

And you know what happened? I found out who I actually was.

Not Michael Jackson the brand. Not the King of Pop. Just… Michael. A man who likes tea with too much honey. Who talks to animals like they understand him. Who cries at movies he’s seen ten times. Who sits in silence sometimes and doesn’t need to fill it with anything.

I never met that man when I was famous. I was too busy being the other one. 

Here’s the lesson.

The world will spend your entire life telling you that you’re not enough. Not successful enough. Not rich enough. Not thin enough. And you’ll spend years running on a treadmill trying to become the person they told you you’re supposed to be.

And then one day… if you’re lucky… you get off. Not because you made it to the finish line. But because you finally realize there is no finish line.

They keep moving it. Every time you get close they push it further.

Because the machine doesn’t want you to arrive. It wants you to keep running.

So today… just today… stop running. Look at what you already have. Not what you’re missing. The people. The breath in your lungs. The fact that you woke up this morning and the sun was there waiting for you like it always is.

That’s enough. You’re enough. Right now. Exactly as you are. Before you fix the next thing. Before you become the next version of yourself that someone told you you need to be.

You are enough. And anybody who made you feel otherwise was just projecting their own race onto you. 

Happy Sunday family. Rest today. You’ve earned it.  
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June 27, 2026 - Michael Jackson Speaks About His Dad 'Joseph Jackson'

 

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Eight years ago today I lost my father. And the world barely noticed. Because the world had already decided who Joseph Jackson was. The strict one. The tough one. The one with the belt. The villain in every documentary. The man everyone loved to blame for the broken parts of me.

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 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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Trump Rescued Michael Jackson In 2009, He Was Replaced By A CLONE. Michael Jackson Was/Is Working With The White Hats

 

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Michael Jackson Is ALIVE Living In Protective Custody Just Like Many Other Celebrities Who Had To Fake/Stage Their Deaths

 

NEWSFLASH: Hollywood Treats Child Stars Like Goddamn Robots That THEY Own (Its' Disgusting)

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1970: "The BRUTAL DISCIPLINE Behind The Jackson 5 Machine" That Most People Will NEVER See. If You Want To STEAL Your Childs Childhood Sign Them Up To Be An Entertainer In Hollywood. 

NEWSFLASH: Hollywood Treats Child Stars Like Goddamn Robots That THEY Own Its' Disgusting and its' Time For The Public To Take Their Rosy Colored Glasses Off and See Shit For What It Really Is. 

Once ANYONE Signs A Contract To Work In Hollywood's Entertainment Industrial Complex They Are ENSLAVED To The Industry. Unless They Become A Super MEGA Star Most Of Their Earnings From Their Hard Work, Blood, Sweat and Tears Goes Back To The Feed The Demonic Beast That Runs and Owns Hollywood's Entertainment Industrial Complex. 

What The Audience See's and Experiences Is The Glitz and Glamour of Being A Hollywood Celebrity and That's What These Goddamn Hollywood Over Lords Wants The Dumbed Down Mind Controlled Audience To See, Because YOUR Money Helps Line Their Pockets. 

Every Time You Purchase a Ticket To One Of Their SLAVES Shows They Earn Over 50% On Every Dollar. Entertainers Are Nothing More Than Cash Cows To The Demons Who Happen To Be Jews Who Run Hollywood. 

There Are Tons Of Private Interviews Uploaded By Celebrities Explaining The Torture and Hell They Experienced Being An Entertainer In Hollywood. They Busted Their Ass, Gave Years Of Their Lives To The Hollywood Industrial Complex and Many Of Them Today Can't Even Afford Medical Insurance. 

YES, You Read It Correctly Most Celebrities Don't Even Have Health Insurance. They Work For HOLLYWOOD And Don't Have Fuckin' Health Insurance. Unless You Become  M EGA Super Star In Hollywood When Most Celebrities Popularity Ends They Retire With Very Little Savings To Sustain Them Throughout Their Lives.

Michael Jackson Was A Businessman and He Took Time To Teach Himself How To Grow and Maintain His Finances, So When He 'Allegedly' Died He Died (He's ALIVE) A MEGA Millionaire. 

Most Celebrities Do NOT Know How To Manage and Grow Their Money They Leave The Business Of Their Finances In The Hands of Their Thieving Ass Accountants. 

I Aint' Rich At All But What Little Money I Do I Have I Know How To Keep My Eye On It And Manage It. NEVER Turn Your Back On The Resources That You Need To Sustain You Throughout Your Life On This Planet. 

Hollywood Views Its' Entertainers As Their 'Money Making Products' That They Own and Control. Like I Said Its' Time For The Public To Take Their Rosey Colored Glasses Off and See Shit For The Way It Is. The Longer Yall' Believe In The FAKE Hollywood BS The More You Help Feed The Demon Beasts That Run Hollywood. 

ALL Hollywood Celebrities Are ENSLAVED Just Like Everyone Else. Only Difference Is Once They Sign That Contract They Are FOREVER Enslaved To The Hollywood Industrial Complex. Parents Who Want Their Kids To Be Hollywood Stars Make The Choice For Their Kids Without Fully Understanding What Signing That Contract Really Means and How It Will Ultimately Affect and Destroy Their Kid.  

Name Me ONE Person That's Come Out Of Hollywood Unscathed. I'll Be Waiting.

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Man Was Offered $200,000 To Say Michael Jackson Molested His Kids (That's How Fuckin' Desperate They Were To Frame Michael)

 

Ron Newt was offered $200k to lie about his kids being touched by Michael Jackson and do a TV special with Oprah Winfrey. He declined and was pronounced dead shortly after this interview.

He wasn't the only one paid to lie. For those who are genuinely curious on how Michael Jackson was framed: , here’s a detailed account with tangible evidence of the extortion plot in the ’93 case that opened the door to copycat accusations. Watch The Free Full Documentary Square One: Michael Jackson - Click Here To View

Michael Jackson: The Secret Island Mystery (FULL AI MOVIE) The Truth Revealed - He's ALIVE

 

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This AI Movie Explains What Happened To Michael Jackson. Does It Reveal His Truth? YES. I Believe It Does To Some Large Extent. I Believe The Person Who Created This AI Movie Would Not Be Willing To Risk Their Reputation or Their Life To Bring This Type of Detailed Information To The Public if Their Were Not Some Truth Behind It. 

I Know Michael Jackson Is ALIVE Because I Have Connected With Him Spiritually In The Astral Realm. ONE Of My Gifts Is I Have The Ability To Connect With A Persons SOUL Be They Deceased or Alive. I Do NOT Seek Out SOULS, They Come To Me and The Process Happens Naturally NOT By Force. 

Throughout The Years I Had The Pleasure of Connecting With Michael's SOUL 3-4 Times and That's How I Found Out He Was Still Alive. However I Do NOT Know The Intricate Details Surrounding His Particular Situation. Just Knowing He's Alive and That He'd Return Some Day Was/Is Enough For Me.  

YES, This Video Reveals A lot of Truth But Only Those Who Have A Little Understanding of How Hollywood Operates Will Be Able Too See and Understand The Truth Being Revealed In This Video.

I Believe This Video Was Created To Re Introduce Michael Jackson To The Public and Help Emotionally Prepare The Public For His Reappearance In The Near Future. I Also Believe This Video Was Created To Help Reintroduce The Public To Many Hollywood Celebrities Who Had To Stage Their Deaths To Stay Alive.

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Did You Know In 1993 Michael Jackson Recorded A Song About Palestine?

 

Michael Jackson wrote a song for Palestine 🇵🇸 in 1993 which was blocked by Sony, the same year the allegations started against him. Michael Jackson’s worldwide influence posed a huge threat 

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Michael Jackson: 'They Don't Care About Us'

 

BIG ??? Why Did Michael Jackson And Many Other Celebrities Stage Their Deaths?

 

Through Many Decades There Have Been Hundreds Of Hollywood Celebrities Who Had To Stage Their Own Deaths To Stay Alive and Keep Their Families Safe From The Satanic Cabal Cult That Runs Hollywood And Controls ALL Hollywood Celebrities. 

Michael Jackson Was A Humanitarian And His Beliefs Of Love, Kindness, Respect And Equality For ALL Humans And Living Beings Clashed With The Satanic Cult That Runs Hollywood. 

If You Listen To The Words Of Some Of Michael Jackon's Songs ie; 'They Don't Care About Us, Leave Me Alone, Earth Song etc.' You Will Get An Understanding Of What Michael Truly Cared About. Through His He Hoped To Awaken His Fans To The Corruption And Injustices In This World. 

The Satanic Cabal Felt He Was Drawing Too Much Attention To Their Dirty Deeds. Most Likely They Warned Michael Several Times To Tone It Down,  But He Didn't And That's When It Was Decided He Had To Be Permanently Removed. Exposing Too Much Truth In Hollywood Is A BIG No, No. 

I Have No Idea How They Are Able To Stage Celebrity Deaths, But I Do Know It Involves The Help Of Very High Ranking Officials In Law Enforcement, CIA etc. So, No Michael or Any Other Celebrity Can Pull This Level Of Trickery Off On Their Own. 

Celebrities Who Fake Their Deaths Must Spend Decades Living In Hiding, Undercover. Many Are Protected In The Witness Protection Programs. When It Is Safe And It Is The Right Time ALL Celebrities Who Faked Their Deaths Will Reveal Themselves To The World. Michael Jakson Many Other Celebrities Are Alive And Well. Prince, Marilyn Monroe, JFK Jr., Tupac Shakur, Elvis Presley, Florence Henderson, Just To Name A Few. 

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Celebrity Aaron Carter Was Just ONE Of A Few Young Boys That Was Offered Money By The Cabal To Testify That Michael Jackson Touched Him Inappropriately.