Seeing the Swan
How symbolic it has been this past week to ride the roller coaster ride of emotions over the death of Michael Jackson. The advocate for Neverland must be revelling in the thrill ride of ups and downs, right? While some see it as a blessed event that has released him to the peacefulness and acceptance of Heaven, others see it as a well-deserved end for a criminal who molested children. Few can argue, however, that the music world has lost a legend.
People wonder if I detest Jackson, because he was accused of being a pedophile. First, I always remind them that the accusations were never proven, so it would be remiss of me to assume that is a correct label. But even if it is true, I would not stand in judgement of him, because his demeanor was not one of a sexual abuser. Rather, he seemed like a child looking for a playmate. Whenever I saw him in the past few years, my only feelings were of sadness.
It seemed Michael never grew up, emotionally. In his mind, he was a little boy, and thus, he did nothing more than any other pre-adolescent young boy has done. Unfortunately, his body defied his desires to stay in childhood, although his frail frame and angelic face declared his intent to remain so. He climbed trees and surrounded himself with an amusement park, in a desperate effort to show the world who he believed himself to be, but the world saw nothing but the outer shell of a middle-aged man.
Michael was always a child, surrounded by adults, telling him to behave as they do. But he didn’t like what he saw, and his rebellion against adulthood started with his father’s insistence that he be that…or else face beatings with a belt. His fear caused him to withdraw from reality…and his fantasy Neverland became his truth. Like many others who walk the face of this earth in a body that doesn’t match the inner reflection of who they are, he lived a tormented and tortured life. But that is never enough, is it? Those who struggle with the in-congruent inner and outer worlds are not left alone to deal with this pain, much less accepted and offered love. They are ridiculed and persecuted because they are unique and non-conformists.
Recently, I was reading the story of The Ugly Duckling. It is such a tragic story of suffering and abuse…all because of not fitting in to what others think we are supposed to look like and be. The duckling was pecked at, isolated, called names and excluded, all because others had mislabeled him a duck. His outer expression, you see, was judged as ugly, although inwardly he never understood himself to be so. The irony of the whole story is that he was actually the most magnificent swan in the pond. How different his life would have been had they only known this from the beginning! How many of us are misjudging others because we cannot see them for what they really are? How many swans are being called ugly ducklings–suffering our undeserved punishment and abuse? In seeing through our labels and judgements, there shines the most magnificent creation of the most magnificent Creator. Who were we to have ever called them bad? How often do we point out the speck in another’s eye when there is a log in our own?
When I remember Michael Jackson, it will always be as a top-notch entertainer. His on-stage persona is unparalleled to date, and I dare say he will remain the most celebrated icon for decades to come. Michael’s voice was pure and moving, and his dance moves were off the chart. Every second he spent in front of an audience was meticulously perfect…and yet, he made it look so effortless. On top of his excellence as a performer, we dare not utter his name without remembering his endless acts of love and service to humanity. How many hungry mouths were fed due to his kindness and generosity? How many lives were saved through his compassion and grace? How many musicians were inspired by his tenacity and talent? How much more will we take from one who was given so little?
Michael’s physical presence will not be seen again in that same form, and yet, his presence will remain in this world for eternity. The One he is never leaves us…it merely moves into being another.
Somewhere, today, a young boy is born who will bring back the essence of Love to the world. May our eyes see the beautiful swan in all its glory, not the mislabeled ugly duckling that doesn’t belong. May this be the moment we awaken to see the One who is living as All That Is.
I AM…Jodi
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