I had a dream last night about Michael Jackson after his death.
In the dream, Michael Jackson was preparing for a concert. The sound system was being tested, the dancers were warming up and the family and friends were mingling. However, when someone on stage asked Michael to decide whether to “push the red button,” he felt he didn’t have the authority to give the go ahead. He kept glancing at his mother and the men around her for permission. Then, I noticed that the stadium was full of cheering fans, yet the red button still hadn’t been pushed. The pressure from the fans and family grew and he looked scared. I came up behind him and said, “Michael, it’s okay to leave.”
He then strode up the aisle triumphantly, pushed through the double doors, and left the building. When I looked back, I saw Don King, Michael’s father and other men of prominence lying on the edge of the stage, sick and trembling with Michael’s mother standing over them.
After the dream was over I thought about what I had seen…an overview of a life that was filled with great talent, but ultimately, one that had a much deeper and important role to play…his spiritual path. The dreamed showed him releasing his fears and dealing with the age-old struggle of following his heart versus doing what was expected of him from the society and those closest to him. Most important, I saw a man, who after his death, took a step back and looked at his life from a different perspective and chose to follow his heart.