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									              THIS IS IT? HERstory? THRILLER? CHRISTMAS CAROL?
                   YOU ARE NOT ALONE & YOU ROCK MY WORLD!
                                    By Natalia Roschina
                                      Member of PEN

                                        Dedicated to:
                                      Michael Jackson
            my class “Creative Process” at Massey University, New Zealand
                                      Dr. Angie Farrow

This is rough, just the first part, which grew out of my university assignment. All words
by Michael Jackson are underlined in bold italics.

I have three confessions to make. One is I talk to Michael Jackson every day,
Leonardo Da Vinci occasionally, and Albert Einstein in emergencies. Two is I have
hated Christmas all my life for 38 years, until a miracle happened this year. Three is I
danced at 9/11 World Trade Center construction site in September, 2009, with people
joining and we did Moonwalk and other dance with music by Michael Jackson.

Michael Jackson,
There seem to be many parallels in our lives, although we have never met each other.
Your songs about my brother and crime happened in my family. My brother after his
death seemed to have passed information to you. Murderers are still alive, and my
interpretation is that dead people can pass information including names, family names
and all other details of crimes, sex life or anything else. I also seem to be getting
information from you, but do not know if you are in this world or not. I hope I find out
soon as it is starting to feel like an agony.

(Reader: Listen to “They Do Not Care about US” Prison Version You Tube film with
Michael Jackson, listen at least three times, with your eyes open, closed, dance to it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAi3dJIJwgI&feature=related )

 “I’ve always wanted to be able to tell stories, you know, stories that came from my soul.
I’d like to sit by a fire and tell people stories- make them see pictures, make them cry
and laugh, take them ANYWHERE emotionally with something as deceptively simple

as words. I’d like to tell tales to move their souls and transform them. I’ve always
wanted to be able to do that. Imagine how the great writers might feel, knowing they
have that power. I sometimes feel I COULD do it. It’s something I’d like to develop. In a
way, songwriting uses the same skills, creates the emotional highs and lows, but the
story is a sketch. It’s quicksilver. There are very few books written on the art of
storytelling, how to grip listeners, how to get a group of people together and amuse
them. No costumes, no makeup, no nothing, just you and your voice, and your powerful
ability to take them anywhere, to transform their lives, if only for minutes.”
(“Moonwalk” book by Michael Jackson)

You wanted to tell people stories
Maybe I could tell them for you
You wanted to tell transformation tales
Maybe it is what I have to do.

My storytelling is no costumes
No makeup
No nothing
Just my voice
Have you noticed
You are part of my voice.

I can not sing or dance well like you
But I hope my pen could become a tiny part of you
A tiny of stars
That you drop on us
When you walk
Your magic Moonwalk.

How do you create your music and art?

“Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of
the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on.

On many an occasion when I’m dancing, I’ve felt touched by something sacred. In
those moments, I’ve felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists. I
become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. I become the
victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer
and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing and then, it is
the eternal dance of creation. The creator and the creation merge into one wholeness
of joy.
I keep on dancing and dancing…….and dancing, until there is only …… the dance.”

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 and listen.
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
the music. (From “Dancing the Dream” book)

“Stop this agony of wishing
Play it out
Don’t think, Don’t hesitate
Curving back within yourself,
Just create…just create…”
(From “Are you listening?” poem)

How can we stay sane and create?
Creative gifts do not come from me,
They are from Muse I can not see.
The Muse who guides me in my dream,
The Muse that I have never seen
He knows my future too well,
Even when I can not guess or tell.
Hold on,
I am confused
about Muse

like Ben for you
You are my Muse!

You felt all our pain,
I now feel your pain,
Am I insane?
Your agony and tears
like honeybees
buzzing in my ears.

“To escape the world
I’ve got to enjoy that simple dance”

My writing, poetry, star gazing, dance
Is my escape when I take that chance.
I feel your pain
Through my bones and vein,
Please come back to Earth, Muse,
Free my heart and spirit loose
Free me of the world pain
Before I go insane.
Do you give me art
To save me from falling apart?
To protect me from this world,
or have me say what remained untold?

Am I your knife to stab the world?
Am I your light to light the world?
What is my pen’s purpose in this world?
I do not know, I wish I could be told.

Muse is watching us from high above,
Giving us ideas, making us laugh
Giving us tales and film
Before unheard and unseen.
He gives us rain

To wash our pains away,
He gives us sun
To make life more fun.

But we are so plugged in
So busy, rushed
So brainwashed
That we will not give in
Muse that tries to light the world we live in.

Muse is watching you,
Muse is watching you
All he wants to give is gifts to you,
But to hear him you have to unplug you.


“This Is It” song
who did you write it for?
I was in shock
it felt like a knock
an earthquake
that would shake and shake
Who is it for?
Someone you are looking for?
Every woman in the world?
If I could be told.......
"I never heard a single word about you,
Falling in love wasn't my plan"
Is this all my mere fantasy?
Please tell me, before I go crazy........
"Falling in love was not my plan"
I need to find you if I can
But this would be a fairy tale
Do they exist? Only you can tell me.....

Do they end with happy end?
Or let us wonder, till we end?

             HERstory Moonwalk in New York (screenplay)
                                    Dramatis Personae

Act 1 Alice Dancing With The Dead at 9/11
Act 2 Verse from the Bees
Act 3 Dancing The Dream

Chorus (from William Shakespeare, Henry V)
“O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,-
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
…Carry them here and there; jumping o’er times,
Turning th’accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history;
Who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge our play.”

                           Act 1   DANCING WITH THE DEAD
ALICE IN WONDERLAND talking to mice in NY trash
Go for a walk
In Manhattan, New York,
From Wall Street to Ground Zero,
Go quietly, unplugged, so you could hear

lots of loud construction
sounding like destruction
of all 9/11 spirits and souls
awaiting to be consoled.

Anything could be done
for those souls in Manhattan?
Maybe we could all dance

at 9/11 - any chance?

“This is insane!”
someone might say
“dancing on top of a
massive size grave.
Grave is a place to behave!”

What else is there to do instead
at such messed up place-
build, work, gossip, worry, fear the dead,
continue living at crazy pace?
Or shall we just forget?
A lot of pain there remains unsaid…
Or shall we just try dancing with the dead?

(starts dancing with her eyes closed to music from the movie “Titanic” playing near the
World Trade Center, at first tears overwhelm Alice from all the pain of the place so she
has to have a little rest from dancing, then she slowly continues, slowly mice and people
Shall we just happily Moonwalk
with joy and clean spirit in New York
not harming Earth or folk?
Maybe then we could hear bees talk.
What do bees talk in New York? (mice are getting very interested, and people too)

                         Act 2 DANCING WITH THE DEAD

“Blood on the Dance Floor” Verse From the Bees
don't let it be a mystery.
Open your eyes,
don't be surprised."

Since the law of cause and effect
is by all means correct...

The 9/11 disaster
was a nasty war of egos.
And the Universe Master
ordered protection of honey bees.

Was it Islam?

True Islam would not hurt a bee,
as you can see
in chapter XVI of the sacred Koran.

They say Islam terrorist leaders
come from families of bee keepers.
If terrorist acts were funded
with money from honey trade,
the Universe would demand it
for us honey bees to escape.

Since the law of cause and effect
is by all means correct...

What really happened there?
They don't want you to know,
as the bitter truth
would bring more fear and sorrow.

About what happened
more than one story exists,
but each one of them leads
to existence of bees to cease.

Since the law of cause and effect
is by all means correct...

Before you rebuild it,
first you must clean it.
Just like when you plant a tree,
its roots must be rot free.

In seven days the world was created by God,
all seven towers on 9/11 gone.
"How many buildings were there? Some say two...
Open your eyes, as it isn't true."

9/11 hive is not clean,
but they are still building
on top of own dirt.
By Universe law it would mean
more people might get hurt.

Man's world
sits on top
of holy ego.
We the bees
are man's ego

As our bee world slowly disappears,
you, men, would also follow,
unless your consciousness appears
out of your dark ego hollow.

Politics Peace Prize 2009
is given at this time...
Your world is going crazy,
war nation leaders get Peace Prize,
even awards turn hazy.
What is your next surprise?
Domestic peace
does not exist.
Too much conspiracy and fear
still out there in 9/11 air.

Some only look from the ground,
where wholeness can not be found.
Like us bees, try and fly,
get up in the sky,
see things with a different eye.
Only from there you could see
that man's ego could extinct the Bee.

The seven towers are sacred chariots
on the way from “good to great”.
At honeycomb universe crossroads
we choose our sweet or bitter fate.

In isolation nothing exists,
we are one family in Universe.
If human ego persists,
we bees will dance our last verse.

don't let it be a mystery.
Open your eyes,
don't be surprised..."
                           Act 3 DANCING THE DREAM

Shut up, you, bees
You are just insects
Like flies or fleas.

How do we kill ego then?
-Others ask.
Well, it is a simple task.

Look inside you,
Where you find
Two coexisting parts of you-
Your spirit and your ego mind.

When you choose to decide,
See which one is your guide.

And then decide,
whether ego or spirit should be your guide.

What is your purpose?
The only purpose in our bee spirit life
Provide you honey, medicine, joy, comb map guide
To help you, men, survive.

What is your purpose?
Behind your ego clouds your spirit heard us,
But ego makes you afraid to say,
Because you are its slave, by night and day.

In seven days God could create the world,
And you are your own God.
Your life purpose is to create your world.
The story of the seven towers is your ego world.

Seven towers are sacred chariots
On the way from good to great.
“Good is the enemy of great”.
At honeycomb universe crossroads
We choose our ego or spirit fate.
9/11 hive
Would help you, men survive,
If you stop
Building more dirt on top.

Make it nature green,
Flower colored for Bee dream.
Sit there in silent trance,
Wait for us, bees, return,
So we could all together turn
Into our true spirit dance.

Obedience: for so work the honey bees,
Creatures, that by a rule of nature teach
The art of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of sorts….

Thus far, with rough and unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursued the story;
In little room confining mighty men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
EXIT (to be continued)


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