Post by Admin on May 30, 2014 8:14:48 GMT
A Burden Too Great To Bare
I had spoken about Michael faking his death to protect himself and said it was what he needed to do years I think before June 25, 2005. I believe things in his life got worse and he realized he needed to do something drastic to protect himself and his family. Not only did he have enemies who wanted him dead he also had tremendous financial debt and complications with money. The people in charge of his security involved people he was afraid of- there are even recordings of him saying that he didn’t trust the man of all of his finances who went by the name of Thome Thome. I was told by someone that the man was a scoundrel and was putting everything Michael had in his name. That alarmed me and I believe it was in 2004 but it may have been early 2005. There was a time span when the Holy Spirit had guided me to leave California and go spend more time with my dad. It turned out that when I did go my dad wound up damaging his knee cap while showing some man some work that needed to be done at the church and he needed knee surgery afterwards. It’s sad that he had to have surgery but I was thankful to God for the time I was able to spend with him during the time God had sent me. I stayed in the hospital with him for a bit then when they released him giving him medicine around the clock as directed by the drs. Sad thing is that some of the medicine was making his stomach hurt worse than the knee surgery had. My dad can tolerate a lot of pain and was in the military but whatever started happening with his stomach had him screaming out in pain. We had taken him back to the drs. many times because of it but they kept saying they couldn’t find anything. My siblings and my dad told me the drs. know what they are doing and to just let it be but I was persistent and also the one hearing his screams at night- they weren’t there, I was. I kept going and calling and even spoke with someone in administration who informed me that many people need advocates especially the elderly and wasn’t upset at all for my persistence. Mind you I’d noted the times he’d had his greatest pains and eventually looked at a warning that said if you have an ulcer don’t take. I’d told a couple of drs. I think it may be an ulcer because it was after that medicine but they disregarded me. His pain kept getting worse and I kept feeling helpless. One day I decided to go to the hospital wearing one of the press passes I had and suddenly things changed- I’m thinking they thought I was doing a story on them - which I still could but it’s amazing how things change when people realize their will likely be accountability to what they are doing, people are watching and the truth will be told. In any case I think that was when the lady in admin had agreed to have a meeting with me- then eventually they started doing more tests and I believe suggested we seek a specialist I’m not sure I do know I pleaded with one of my sisters to not give up and get a specialist because something was definitely wrong and my siblings nor my dad was listening to me. I’d done all I could and emotionally I was drained, I can’t explain it but in a very short time I’d packed up all of my things- headed to tx- my dad had his accident and I was isolated almost around the clock trying to get him to eat and give him medicine that at some point would make his pain worse- I barely slept since because of his screams and also my alarm being reset to give him his pills at the scheduled times. I prayed for release and God sent me back to California. Fortunately they listened to her and got a specialist who found out he had what I was told a huge hole in his stomach and he got treatment for it praise God. Sometimes I’m on the verge of tears in thanks to God that I didn’t just shut up like they kept telling me and let the drs, do their jobs - if I had he would have likely died.
I realize I’m not an “ordinary” person and I talk about God a lot. People often talk about who they love and I love God very much. I don’t ust love Him but I have a relationship with Him and it’s spiritual and I’ve come to see a lot of people lack awareness of God’s presence but He’s here and listening and so often waiting for people to acknowledge Him and talk with Him or like the bible says to “cast all our cares upon Him because He cares for us.” He wants a relationship with all of us but the world and its ways teach us to ignore God and to laugh and mock spiritual things. Crying is even deemed wrong but it’s a release of pain from the soul and a washing. I’ve learned in so many ways it’s actually a blessing for us to be able to cry. I recall one time I was tired of crying- very tired it was so sensitive- if someone was upset with me my heart would be sorrowful wondering why. I at some point prayed and asked the Lord to stop my tears from coming and as with many prayers He answered me. Many months later something horribly sad happened concerning a friend of mine and one of her family members and my spirit was burdened for her and I prayed for her and had that grief inside but didn’t cry - it sat there with this horrible heaviness and I’d forgotten about my previous prayer till the Lord brought it to my remembrance and then I was praying for the ability to cry some time after that and once again He answered. Sometimes things that seem bad are not as bad as they seem. Our tears are precious to God and the bible says He holds our tears in a vile.
When I got back to California I wound up having car problems right near the exit where Michael was staying. A fan I had befriended was going to meet up with me and we eventually changed the plans where he took the bus to Carolwood. I needed to get antifreeze for my car so I was hoping someone could help without it being much bother. Turns out shortly after I arrived outside Carolewood Michael and his security team was taking off and the fans that were there were following. I knew some of them and had asked about going along and getting some antifreeze later, got a no but got a yes and off we went. I had a baseball cap on- which I didn’t usually wear those and was tired from the road not wanting to see anyone but it seemed God wanted me yto be there the way my car kept overheating to the point I had to stop and let it cool repetitively just before I got to the exit to Carolewood which I think was Sunset. I’d also had this feeling if you will while I was in TX that something was wrong with Michael and as I drove back I felt a need to hurry. I wanted to stop and visit with a friend, see my brother, my nieces baby who was due any day and praise God he is so wonderfully cute but I didn’t do any of those things at that time. I went where I knew the Holy Spirit was guiding me. I had planned to look better than I was looking after driving however many miles from TX back to California before going anywhere near there was a possibility of seeing Michael and therefore didn’t plan to be there then but it was where God wanted me.
So I and other fans were in a car together and we drove to the Staples Center which is where Michael was rehearsing for This Is It. The fans got to see him go inside- no one wanted to take me to get antifreeze and a bunch of them took off leaving me and my friend standing outside the stadium so I started making calls, at one point I was asked what are you doing outside of the Staples Center and I explained then some time later one of the guys from Michael’s security came out… I have to spend some time in thought and reflection because I’m trying to recall if that was the night my friend had seen something suspicious. Yes, that was the night. He had seen someone shaking a white powdery substance inside of a tupperware container then pass it off to one of the guys with Michael’s security and he was saying it was likely for Michael and he wanted to go give it to him. I had asked him why would they shake something inside the container then give to someone else and asked my friend wanting to verify what he had seen. He said yes and I asked was the guy with security there when he did it and essentially interrogated him thinking it may have been for Michael. I went over to security that was working for Staples on the outskirts of the building and asked them to see if that container was going to Michael explaining the situation to them, the guard asked a description of the guy who shook something in the container and passed it off and then told us it was one of their guys not to worry about. I’d tried to get him to stop Michael from eating it if it went to him but his demeanor was stay out of our way pretty much. I walked away baffled then got on my cell rushing not knowing what could be in that container. I called Michael’s dad explained where I was, why etc. and told him to stop Michael from eating anything if it came in a tupperware container. I was told later by the detective with LAPD that he didn’t eat it as I asked him a series of questions and he talked to me but he did not tell me if the container did go to him and I never thought to ask about it before or since.
These were the people hired by AEG- early June- outer security for Michael Jackson. I work in security and if you have indication that something is wrong you get to the bottom of it not dismiss it since it’s one of your people. When we first spoke to that guy he was asking when, and where etc. but dismissed the oddity of the situation. That was my welcome back to California night and it alarmed me. What happened in the weeks to follow was like spiralling down a cliff, I witnessed one alarming thing after another. Michael had lost a lot weight and he didn’t need to lose any. His security started to keep his fans away from him and him isolated and cut off. Mrs. Katherine, his mom had informed me a while back when she was having problems reaching him, all of these things sat in my head. I don’t know off of the top of my head what day it was when I returned to California but June 25th and happened shortly thereafter and I was so concerned and lost. I’d even contacted Michael’s parents at some point saying they needed to see what was going on and that he was in need of help. Years had passed since I’d said anything of him faking his death but danger was all around him and all I can think at this point is he realized he couldn’t trust his nor his childrens lives in the hands of the people he was unable to trust.
Sharon B. Sidney
I had spoken about Michael faking his death to protect himself and said it was what he needed to do years I think before June 25, 2005. I believe things in his life got worse and he realized he needed to do something drastic to protect himself and his family. Not only did he have enemies who wanted him dead he also had tremendous financial debt and complications with money. The people in charge of his security involved people he was afraid of- there are even recordings of him saying that he didn’t trust the man of all of his finances who went by the name of Thome Thome. I was told by someone that the man was a scoundrel and was putting everything Michael had in his name. That alarmed me and I believe it was in 2004 but it may have been early 2005. There was a time span when the Holy Spirit had guided me to leave California and go spend more time with my dad. It turned out that when I did go my dad wound up damaging his knee cap while showing some man some work that needed to be done at the church and he needed knee surgery afterwards. It’s sad that he had to have surgery but I was thankful to God for the time I was able to spend with him during the time God had sent me. I stayed in the hospital with him for a bit then when they released him giving him medicine around the clock as directed by the drs. Sad thing is that some of the medicine was making his stomach hurt worse than the knee surgery had. My dad can tolerate a lot of pain and was in the military but whatever started happening with his stomach had him screaming out in pain. We had taken him back to the drs. many times because of it but they kept saying they couldn’t find anything. My siblings and my dad told me the drs. know what they are doing and to just let it be but I was persistent and also the one hearing his screams at night- they weren’t there, I was. I kept going and calling and even spoke with someone in administration who informed me that many people need advocates especially the elderly and wasn’t upset at all for my persistence. Mind you I’d noted the times he’d had his greatest pains and eventually looked at a warning that said if you have an ulcer don’t take. I’d told a couple of drs. I think it may be an ulcer because it was after that medicine but they disregarded me. His pain kept getting worse and I kept feeling helpless. One day I decided to go to the hospital wearing one of the press passes I had and suddenly things changed- I’m thinking they thought I was doing a story on them - which I still could but it’s amazing how things change when people realize their will likely be accountability to what they are doing, people are watching and the truth will be told. In any case I think that was when the lady in admin had agreed to have a meeting with me- then eventually they started doing more tests and I believe suggested we seek a specialist I’m not sure I do know I pleaded with one of my sisters to not give up and get a specialist because something was definitely wrong and my siblings nor my dad was listening to me. I’d done all I could and emotionally I was drained, I can’t explain it but in a very short time I’d packed up all of my things- headed to tx- my dad had his accident and I was isolated almost around the clock trying to get him to eat and give him medicine that at some point would make his pain worse- I barely slept since because of his screams and also my alarm being reset to give him his pills at the scheduled times. I prayed for release and God sent me back to California. Fortunately they listened to her and got a specialist who found out he had what I was told a huge hole in his stomach and he got treatment for it praise God. Sometimes I’m on the verge of tears in thanks to God that I didn’t just shut up like they kept telling me and let the drs, do their jobs - if I had he would have likely died.
I realize I’m not an “ordinary” person and I talk about God a lot. People often talk about who they love and I love God very much. I don’t ust love Him but I have a relationship with Him and it’s spiritual and I’ve come to see a lot of people lack awareness of God’s presence but He’s here and listening and so often waiting for people to acknowledge Him and talk with Him or like the bible says to “cast all our cares upon Him because He cares for us.” He wants a relationship with all of us but the world and its ways teach us to ignore God and to laugh and mock spiritual things. Crying is even deemed wrong but it’s a release of pain from the soul and a washing. I’ve learned in so many ways it’s actually a blessing for us to be able to cry. I recall one time I was tired of crying- very tired it was so sensitive- if someone was upset with me my heart would be sorrowful wondering why. I at some point prayed and asked the Lord to stop my tears from coming and as with many prayers He answered me. Many months later something horribly sad happened concerning a friend of mine and one of her family members and my spirit was burdened for her and I prayed for her and had that grief inside but didn’t cry - it sat there with this horrible heaviness and I’d forgotten about my previous prayer till the Lord brought it to my remembrance and then I was praying for the ability to cry some time after that and once again He answered. Sometimes things that seem bad are not as bad as they seem. Our tears are precious to God and the bible says He holds our tears in a vile.
When I got back to California I wound up having car problems right near the exit where Michael was staying. A fan I had befriended was going to meet up with me and we eventually changed the plans where he took the bus to Carolwood. I needed to get antifreeze for my car so I was hoping someone could help without it being much bother. Turns out shortly after I arrived outside Carolewood Michael and his security team was taking off and the fans that were there were following. I knew some of them and had asked about going along and getting some antifreeze later, got a no but got a yes and off we went. I had a baseball cap on- which I didn’t usually wear those and was tired from the road not wanting to see anyone but it seemed God wanted me yto be there the way my car kept overheating to the point I had to stop and let it cool repetitively just before I got to the exit to Carolewood which I think was Sunset. I’d also had this feeling if you will while I was in TX that something was wrong with Michael and as I drove back I felt a need to hurry. I wanted to stop and visit with a friend, see my brother, my nieces baby who was due any day and praise God he is so wonderfully cute but I didn’t do any of those things at that time. I went where I knew the Holy Spirit was guiding me. I had planned to look better than I was looking after driving however many miles from TX back to California before going anywhere near there was a possibility of seeing Michael and therefore didn’t plan to be there then but it was where God wanted me.
So I and other fans were in a car together and we drove to the Staples Center which is where Michael was rehearsing for This Is It. The fans got to see him go inside- no one wanted to take me to get antifreeze and a bunch of them took off leaving me and my friend standing outside the stadium so I started making calls, at one point I was asked what are you doing outside of the Staples Center and I explained then some time later one of the guys from Michael’s security came out… I have to spend some time in thought and reflection because I’m trying to recall if that was the night my friend had seen something suspicious. Yes, that was the night. He had seen someone shaking a white powdery substance inside of a tupperware container then pass it off to one of the guys with Michael’s security and he was saying it was likely for Michael and he wanted to go give it to him. I had asked him why would they shake something inside the container then give to someone else and asked my friend wanting to verify what he had seen. He said yes and I asked was the guy with security there when he did it and essentially interrogated him thinking it may have been for Michael. I went over to security that was working for Staples on the outskirts of the building and asked them to see if that container was going to Michael explaining the situation to them, the guard asked a description of the guy who shook something in the container and passed it off and then told us it was one of their guys not to worry about. I’d tried to get him to stop Michael from eating it if it went to him but his demeanor was stay out of our way pretty much. I walked away baffled then got on my cell rushing not knowing what could be in that container. I called Michael’s dad explained where I was, why etc. and told him to stop Michael from eating anything if it came in a tupperware container. I was told later by the detective with LAPD that he didn’t eat it as I asked him a series of questions and he talked to me but he did not tell me if the container did go to him and I never thought to ask about it before or since.
These were the people hired by AEG- early June- outer security for Michael Jackson. I work in security and if you have indication that something is wrong you get to the bottom of it not dismiss it since it’s one of your people. When we first spoke to that guy he was asking when, and where etc. but dismissed the oddity of the situation. That was my welcome back to California night and it alarmed me. What happened in the weeks to follow was like spiralling down a cliff, I witnessed one alarming thing after another. Michael had lost a lot weight and he didn’t need to lose any. His security started to keep his fans away from him and him isolated and cut off. Mrs. Katherine, his mom had informed me a while back when she was having problems reaching him, all of these things sat in my head. I don’t know off of the top of my head what day it was when I returned to California but June 25th and happened shortly thereafter and I was so concerned and lost. I’d even contacted Michael’s parents at some point saying they needed to see what was going on and that he was in need of help. Years had passed since I’d said anything of him faking his death but danger was all around him and all I can think at this point is he realized he couldn’t trust his nor his childrens lives in the hands of the people he was unable to trust.
Sharon B. Sidney