Inner Michael

Dr. Patrick Treacy, M.D. from Ireland, wasn’t just Michael Jackson’s Cosmetic Surgeon; he was a friend.

After his trial in 2005, Michael left Bahrain and landed in the rolling green countryside of County Westmeath in Ireland at a homestead that featured a recording studio and living quarters. Owned by Paddy and Clare Dunning, Grouse Lodge, a converted cowshed, was tucked away from prying eyes and paparazzi. Later he moved to a neighboring estate the Dunnings owned in Coolatore. The country folk took to protecting Michael from whomever was searching for him. If someone told them he was spotted somewhere and must be staying nearby they would answer: “Sure, Michael Jackson’s here and so is Elvis Presley.” That was usually enough to turn away reporters and paparazzi ever in search of more sensation and fodder for “bizarre” stories– which is how every headline began.

What the tabloids failed to say about Dr. Patrick Treacy is that he was an activist campaigning for the release of Nelson Mandela and he’s never stopped campaigning for the greater good all over the world– in a hundred countries.

If you want to explore some of his travels with him, you may find his travel writings here: http://www.treacystales.us/page/page/2686448.htm

About Dr. Treacy

It seems he’s been everywhere: Anatolia, Iran, Kurdinstan Baluchistan and Afghanistan. He traveled the Arab part of the world in the early days of the Iranian Revolution and witnessed the beginnings of Islamic Fundamentalism. He was even held capive in Iran by Ayatollah Khomeini’s revolutionary guards before continuing his travels through the lands of the Lebanon, Israel, Sinai and north-eastern Africa.

Returning to Ireland mid eighties to finish his medical degree, he worked in Ireland and then New Zealand and later with the Vietnamese and was present in Berlin during the fall of the Iron Curtain. From there he went to Ibn ‘al Bitar hospital in Baghdad during the Iran-Iraq war. Later in the years of conflict, he was held captive for a period by Saddam Hussein’s regime for visiting the scene of the chemical bombing of Halabja in Kurdistan without government permission.

The Halabja poison gas attack occurred in the March period of 1988 during the Irna-Iraq war when chemical weapons  were used by the Iraqi government forces and a number of civilians in the Iraqi Kurdish town.  He was fortunate enough to be one of the last people out of Iraq (exactly four days) before the 1990 invasion of Kuwait as the other hospital staff were held for a period as hostages by the Iraqi government.

Back to Africa in the ninties, he discovered the magic of the Maasai, the growing silence of the savannah, the early horror of HIV, as well as the joy of the African continent. He later worked in South Africa and was amongst the first doctors to write politically against President Thabo Mbeki’s government health policies regarding treatment of patients with HIV/AIDS in that country.

He was invited to the UN, worked as a ship’s surgeon, lived in Santa Barbara for awhile, worked in Columbia and after the Haiti earthquake. It is, in fact, hard to find somewhere he has NOT been.

Patrick Treacy is a man with compassion and empathy and who understands contribution in service to the greater good.

Michael Jackson called him “friend.” It’s interesting to contrast the fairy tale mythology that followed Michael Jackson everywhere he went and even into the mortuary with the stories about Michael told by people like Dr. Treacy who actually knew him. If Michael Jackson had been the monstrous and bizarre hot mess the media made him out to be, would someone like Dr. Patrick Treacy even acknowledge that he was an acquaintance or even a patient? Would he or the people of Ireland have protected Michael Jackson? Would he defend him now? Not likely.

In 2011, I contacted Dr. Treacy to ask if he wanted to contribute something to Inner Michael regarding Michael Jackson’s legacy. This is what he sent:

Patrick Treacy 7:33am Oct 16
I just wrote this and posted it. It’s called ‘Sleep, my Friend’

SLEEP MY FRIEND

‘Sleep my friend! For the dawn will come again in another time,
And your kindly soul can finds some solitude at last,
Rest, as your seedlings grow and sparkle from the vine,
And children laugh and play as God above looks down

On that other morn, as sun will strike the earth with shafts of light,
And ripened grapes shake and gently tremble on the boughs,
As mountain streams stall and turn back around their paths,
The heavens open and each man falls prostrate on the ground

And Jesus comes amongst us, as propechies of the past did fortell,
Your rested body then wakes from the slumber of the age,
Rose scented petals fill the Temple, falling, circling all around
And you shall rise and take your rightly place by his side,

And man shall then forever know all the evil that was done,
To fellow man, to starving child and also to you alone,
The destitute shall then arise, the sickly smile again,
And each shall know your beauty as we stand in judgement of the age’

 

I believe Dr. Treacy is correct here. I don’t agree, however, that it’s going to take until Judgment Day for the truth to emerge.

It is emerging as we speak.