Today is world humanitarian day– a very special day and Inner Michael would like to honor and commend all Humanitarians around the world who work in the service of humanity. Michael Jackson fans know one humanitarian in particular who went unrecognized despite being in plain sight. There are millions of everyday people making extraordinary differences in the world as humanitarians. They are average humanitarians and too often sadly go unrecognized. We know about the Michael Jacksons and the Lady Dianas, the Mother Theresas, Angelina Jolies and Bonos– and they too are too many to mention. We thank them for using their visible platform to further the state of humanity.
Our artists have always had our backs as they bring to light things that need attention. Their art is a gift given, not servitude or a declaratoin of entitlement to their audience. Those artists who use their face, voice and art to make the world a better place– we thank you and we salute you.
Here’s one of them:
A couple of months ago I spent a week at the University of Wisconsin Madison immersed in the study of International Humanitarian Law. I learned about the rules of engagement, the horrors of conflict and war, about reconcilliaton, weapons of mass destruction, how to set up a refugee camp… and how to apply and teach about International Humanitarian Law. I was in awe and incredibly humbled by the sheer magnitude of the work of the International Red Cross and how far this planet has come toward becoming a global village because of them and because of the United Nations.
Imagine trying to get more than 200 nations on a planet to come together in agreement and institute regulations for conduct in conflict and rules of war. The magnitude of that task is staggering. I can’t even wrap my mind around it! I have seen the terrible weapons close up and I know in feeling in my body and my bones– that threat. There is no feeling that is similar to the instant realization of the vulnerability of humans on this planet subject to the whims of leaders.
So I salute the United Nations today and in particular the Red Cross. We should never, ever take them for granted.
Here’s to the humanitarians!
And to one in particular I have come to respect and feel kinda close to: A Spiritual Messenger in Plain Sight
http://www.voiceseducation.org/content/michael-jackson-spiritual-messenger-hiding-plain-sight
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I honor all great humanitarians who try to make this world a better place. When Michael left us, he left a big hole in this area, because he gave so much to the world. I find comfort whenever I think about the reason why Michael didn’t mind the media’s lack of attention on his humanitarian side. He comes from a humble family that believes that true reward comes from God. I know that God is rewarding him in heaven and he sure deserves it.
Agreed P; I think the world dimmed a little when Michael left for he anchored a great deal of light here. Who now will serenade us into our light?
Yes, Barbara,
It dimmed more than a little in this part of the world. My everlasting perception of that day. Standing in my sitting room, feeling just a little stunned and before my conciousness shifted forever, was just that. No light.
Outside my window I saw the bleakest, densest atmosphere ever recorded in my memory. Yes, I believe Michael is truly flyng now.
I would like to salute all humanitarians everywhere. Especially those who return or initiate greetings and smiles as we pass by. Maybe small but very effective. Also I would like to salute our five, young,vibrant, men in Afghanistan, All soldiers, all Kiwis. The last three who arrive back here tomorrow for burial. And all soldiers of every race who believe they are making a better world.
Namaste, Lynaire
Thanks for the light you brought here and for that other thing– the light and that fresh Kiwi breath of Lyn-aire. Namaste` and may your Dreamtime be “fruitful” beyond measure. (*She muffles a chuckle*) ~B
It truly hurts me that Michael’s “humanitarian” work was not noticed at the time of his death. I remember all channels on TV showed pictures of him in court and those talking-head “experts” who never met him or those who betrayed him, men he trusted, talked about the “drugs”. No one spoke of his amazing life, his being a father, his light, his humility and gentle nature, his brilliance not just in music but as a worldly man who read voraciously. His legacy, his true legacy still needs much tweaking from those who loved him and truly knew who he was.