This pedophile subject was really too much for
me (and everyone else, I think).
The first shock came with the openness and scope with
which pedophiles are propagating their ideas and incredulity
that practically no one seems to be willing to stop them.
The second shock came with the maddening injustice of
it all when real criminals were allowed to walk free
the innocent man was harassed for nothing for no less than 15
years while all this time it should have been the other way
But there is no cloud without a silver lining. All that pedophilia
stuff showed to us what its like to be in Michaels
Of course all that filthy talk was directed at him only,
and not at us, but it is nevertheless us who feel dirty
all over and definitely need some sort of purification now.
HOW COULD MICHAEL WITHSTAND IT ALL? How could he hear and see
it every day, year after year, from every media
channel, and from everyone around who shamelessly mocked,
laughed and pointed their finger at him?
Despite all his gentleness he must have been the TOUGHEST man
in the world to be able to go through all that and still remain
what we saw of him at the end of his life in This
is it film a gentle guy who generously shared all
of his good, love and wisdom with the people who were happy
to be around him
Just like Michael we definitely need
revival now and some clean water to wash ourselves with. The
remedy which helped Michael to survive was CHILDREN, NATURE
and GOD embracing it all.
Drawing from all these sources Michael provided us with the
first-aid kit to clean our souls and minds with. I mean his
book DANCING THE DREAM the whole of which
youll find at this site: Dancing
Ill post some excerpts from it now as Michaels OWN
words are his BEST vindication too.
A CHILD IS A SONG
When children listen to music, they don´t just listen.
They melt into the melody and flow with the rhythm. Something
inside starts to unfold its wings soon the child and
the music are one. I feel that way, too, in the presence of
music, and my best moments of creativity have often been spent
with children. When I am around them, music comes to me as easily
When I begin to feel a little tired or burdened, children
revive me. I turn to them for new life, for new music. Two brown
eyes look at me so deeply, so innocently, and inside I murmur,
This child is a song. It is so true and direct an
experience that instantly I realize again, I am a song
also. I am back to myself once more.
Children show me in their playful smiles the divine in everyone.
This simple goodness shines straight from their hearts. This
has so much to teach. If a child wants chocolate ice cream,
he just asks for it. Adults get tangled up in complications
over whether to eat the ice cream or not. A child simply enjoys.
What we need to learn from children isnt childish. Being
with them connects us to the deep wisdom of life, which is everpresent
and only asks to be lived. Now, when the world is so confused
and its problems so complicated, I feel we need our children
more than ever. Their natural wisdom points the way to solutions
that lie, waiting to be recognized, within our own hearts.
It´s curious what takes courage and what doesn´t.
When I step out on stage in front of thousands of people, I
don´t feel that I´m being brave. It can take much
more courage to express true feelings to one person.
When you have the courage to be intimate, you know who
you are, and you´re willing to let others see that. It´s
scary, because you feel so vulnerable, so open to rejection.
But without self-acceptance, the other kind of courage, the
kind heroes show in movies, seems hollow.
In spite of the risks, the courage to be honest and intimate
opens the way to self-discovery. It offers what we all want,
the promise of love.
Feeling free, let us fly
Into the boundless, beyond the sky
For we were born to never die
To live in bliss, to never cry
To speak the truth and never lie
To share our love without a sigh
To stretch our arms without a tie
This is our dance, this is our high
Its not a secret, cant you see
Why cant we all live in ecstasy
HOW I MAKE MUSIC
People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into
it. It´s like stepping into a river and joining the flow.
Every moment in the river has its song. So I stay in the moment
What I hear is never the same. A walk through the woods brings
a light crackling song: Leaves rustle in the wind, birds chatter
and squirrels scold, twigs crunch underfoot, and the beat of
my heart holds it all together. When you join the flow, the
music is inside and outside, and both are the same. As long
as I can listen to the moment, I´ll always have music.
Love is a funny thing to describe. Its so easy to feel
and yet so slippery to talk about. Its like a bar of soap
in the bathtub you have it in your hand until you hold
on too tight.
Some people spend their lives looking for love outside themselves.
They think they have to grasp it in order to have it. But loves
slips away like that wet bar of soap.
Holding on to love is not wrong, but you need to learn to hold
it lightly, caressingly. Let it fly when it wants. When its
allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive, joyful, and
new. Its the juice and energy that motivates my music,
my dancing, everything. As long as love is in my heart, its
I YOU ME
I said you had to do it. You said you didnt want to. We
talked about it, and we agreed that maybe I could help.
I said you were wrong. You insisted you were right. We held
each others hand, and right and wrong disappeared.
I began crying. You began crying, too. We embraced, and between
us grew a flower of peace.
How I love this mystery called We! Where does it come from,
out of thin air? I thought about this mystery, and I realized
something : We must be loves favorite child, because until
I reach out for you, We is not even there. It arrives on the
wings of tenderness : it speaks through our silent understanding.
When I laugh at myself, it smiles. When I forgive you, it dances
So We is not a choice anymore, not if you and I want to grow
with one another. We unites us, increases our strength; it picks
up our burden when you and I are ready to let it fall. The truth
is that you and I would have given up long ago, but We wont
let us. It is too wise. Look into your hearts, it
says. What do you see? Not you and I, but only We.
Its easy to mistake being innocent for being simpleminded
or naive. We all want to seem sophisticated; we all want to
seem street-smart. To be innocent is to be out of it.
Yet there is a deep truth in innocence. A baby looks in his
mothers eyes, and all he sees is love. As innocence fades
away, more complicated things take its place. We think we need
to outwit others and scheme to get what we want. We begin to
spend a lot of energy protecting ourselves. Then life turns
into a struggle. People have no choice but to be street-smart.
How else can they survive?
When you get right down to it, survival means seeing things
the way they really are and responding. It means being open.
And thats what innocence is. Its simple and trusting
like a child, not judgmental and committed to one narrow point
of view. If you are locked into a pattern of thinking and responding,
your creativity gets blocked. You miss the freshness and magic
of the moment. LEARN TO BE INNOCENT AGAIN, AND THAT FRESHNESS
Its strange that God doesnt mind expressing Himself/Herself
in all the religions of the world, while people still cling
to the notion that their way is the only right way. Whatever
you try to say about God, someone will take offense, even if
you say everyones love of God is right for them.
For me the form God takes is not the most important thing. Whats
most important is the essence. My songs and dances are outlines
for Him to come in and fill. I hold out the form. She puts in
Ive looked up at the night sky and beheld the stars so
intimately close, it was as if my grandmother had made them
for me. How rich, how sumptuous, I thought. In that
moment I saw God in His creation. I could as easily have seen
Her in the beauty of a rainbow, the grace of a deer bounding
through a meadow, the truth of a fathers kiss. But for
me the sweetest contact with God has no form. I close my eyes,
look within, and enter a deep soft silence. The infinity of
Gods creation embraces me. We are one.
Once there was a child and he was free
Deep inside, he felt the laughter
The mirth and play of natures glee
He was not troubled by thoughts of hereafter
Beauty, love was all hed 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 fright
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 wasnt 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?
Whats his destiny? Whats 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 natures scheme, never to die
Dont stop this child, hes the father of man
Dont cross his way, hes part of the plan
I am that Child, but so are you
Youve 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
.Deep inside, you know its true
Just find that child, its hiding in you.
SO THE ELEPHANTS MARCH
A curious fact about elephants is this: In order to survive,
they mustnt fall down. Every other animal can stumble
and get back up again. But an elephant always stands up, even
to sleep. If one of the herd slips and falls, it is helpless.
It lies on its side, a prisoner of its own weight. Although
the other elephants will press close around it in distress and
try to lift it up again, there isnt usually much they
can do. With slow heaving breaths, the fallen elephant dies.
The others stand vigil, then slowly move on.
This is what I learned from nature books, but I wonder if they
are right. Isnt there another reason why elephants cant
fall down? Perhaps they have decided not to. Not to fall down
is their mission.
But the elephants most important message is in
their movement. For they know that to live is to move. Dawn
after dawn, age after age, the herds march on, one great mass
of life that never falls down, an unstoppable force of peace.
Innocent animals, they do not suspect that after all this time,
they will fall from a bullet by the thousands. They will lie
in the dust, mutilated by our shameless greed. The great males
fall first, so that their tusks can be made into trinkets. Then
the females fall, so that men may have trophies. The babies
run screaming from the smell of their own mothers blood,
but it does them no good to run from the guns. Silently, with
no one to nurse them, they will die, too, and all their bones
bleach in the sun.
In the midst of so much death, the elephants could just give
up. All they have to do is drop to the ground. That is enough.
They dont need a bullet: Nature has given them the dignity
to lie down and find their rest. But they remember their ancient
pact and their pledge to us, which is sacred.
So the elephants march on, and every tread beats out words in
the dust: Watch, learn, love. Watch, learn, love.
Can you hear them? One day in shame, the ghosts of ten thousand
lords of the plains will say, We do not hate you. Dont
you see at last? We were willing to fall, so that you, dear
small ones, will never fall again.
I was walking along the beach one winter day. Looking down,
I saw a wave push a feather up on the sand. It was a sea gull
feather stained with oil. I picked it up and felt the dark slick
film on my fingers. I couldnt help wondering if the bird
had survived. Was it all right out there? I knew it wasnt.
I felt sad to think how carelessly we treat our home. The earth
we all share is not just a rock tossed through space but a living,
nurturing being. She cares for us; she deserves our care in
return. Weve been treating Mother Earth the way some people
treat a rental apartment. Just trash it and move on.
But theres no place to move on to now. We have brought
our garbage and our wars and our racism to every part of the
world. We must begin to clean her up, and that means cleaning
up our own hearts and minds first, because they led us to poison
our dear planet. The sooner we change, the easier it will be
to feel our love for Mother Earth and the love she so freely
gives back to us.
THAT ONE IN THE MIRROR
One thing I know : I never feel alone when I am earths
child. I do not have to cling to my personal survival as long
as I realize, day by day, that all of life is in me. The children
and their pain; the children and their joy. The ocean swelling
under the sun; the ocean weeping with black oil. The animals
hunted in fear; the animals bursting with the sheer joy of being
This sense of the world in me is how I always want
to feel. That one in the mirror has his doubts sometimes. So
I am tender with him. Every morning I touch the mirror and whisper,
Oh, friend, I hear a dance. Will you be my partner? Come.
WHEN BABIES SMILE
Those are moments were one with God
All is well, nothing is odd
In silent reflection
We feel our perfection
We are the source, we are the crucible
Nothing can hurt us, for we are invincible
There is no sin, there is no sinner
We can only win, we have felt the glimmer
In the bliss
Were floating awhile
Those are moments when babies smile
WISE LITTLE GIRL
I know a wise little girl who cannot walk. She is confined to
a wheelchair, and she may spend the rest of her life there,
since her doctors hold out almost no hope of ever making her
paralyzed legs better.
When I first met this little girl, she flashed me a smile that
burned me with its blazing happiness. How open she was! She
wasnt hiding out from self-pity or asking for approval
or protecting herself from a sense of shame. She felt completely
innocent about not being able to walk, like a puppy that has
no idea if it is a mongrel or a champion of the breed.
She made no judgments about herself. That was her wisdom.
I have seen the same wise look in other children, poor
children as society sees them, because they lack food, money,
secure homes, or healthy bodies. By the time they reach a certain
age, many of these children grasp just how bad their situation
is. The way that adults look at their lives robs them of that
first innocence that is so precious and rare. They begin to
believe that they should feel bad about themselves; that this
But this wise little girl, being only four, floated above pity
and shame like a carefree sparrow. She took my heart in her
hands and made it as weightless as a cotton puff, so that it
was impossible for me to even begin to think, What a terrible
thing. All I saw was light and love. In their innocence,
very young children know themselves to be light and love. If
we will allow them, they can teach us to see ourselves the same
One sparkle from a little girls gaze contains the same
knowledge that Nature implants at the heart of every life-form.
It is lifes silent secret, not to be put into words. It
just knows. It knows peace and how not to hurt. It knows that
even the least breath is a gesture of gratitude to the Creator.
It smiles to be alive, waiting patiently for ages of ignorance
and sorrow to pass away like a mirage.
I see this knowledge showing itself in the eyes of children
more and more, which makes me think that their innocence is
growing stronger. They are going to disarm us adults, and that
will be enough to disarm the world. They feel no reason to spoil
the environment, and so the environment will be cleaned up without
a quarrel. A wise little girl told me the future when she looked
at me, so full of peace and contentment. I rejoice in trusting
her above all the experts.
As light and love drive away our guilt and shame, her prophecy
must come true.
Thank you Helena for your generosity
sharing your investigation!