Our Journal Our Journey - Tammy and Fasaga

[Fasaga]

If there is ever a case for a Soul to plan a difficult life for accellerated spiritual growth, then Tammy's life plan is a cracker.

Just before Tammy was conceived in 1971, her eldest brother drowned at age 10. The ambulance was involved in a motor vehicle accident being transfered from one hospital to another, Marky was on life support for 12 days before the parents were encouraged to turn off life support which they did.

The year before that, another brother was still born as a result of her mother being pushed down the stairs by her alchoholic husband, who then rolled the car on the way to hospital. Michael had passed but the parents were told that he needed to be carried full term. He was named and buried.

2 years before that, Della was born. At age 15 she was involved in a car accident that left her a quadraplegic. She died at age 30 and I've spoken of her on other threads.

2 years before that another brother was born. Danny lived for only a week. No apparent cause of death.

3 years before that, Tammy's sole surviving family member, her brother Geoff was born.

Now to Tammy's birth, due to ongoing medical complications, and obvious emotional trauma of the mother, Tammy's parents were warned that this pregnancy would almost certainly prove fatal for both mother and child if in the unlikely event the pregnancy made it to full term. Their recommendation was to terminate the pregnancy, failing that they wanted a waiver signed by the parents to allow Tammy to pass away if complications during birth endagered her mother. Tammy's mother refused to sign any such document and insisted that it be changed to ensure that Tammy would be given priority over herself. The Doctors worked miracles and both survived, Tammy was known as the miracle baby throughout the Hospital, mother and daughter were only reunited a full week after birth, mother was convinced the baby died untill then.

Had all previous children survived, the outcome could have been very different as they would have already had 5 children. Because of the number of children she had already lost, she couldn't bare to loose another and live to know about it.

Tammy's Mother and Sister passed away 15 years ago within 2 months of each other and because of circumstances, neither knew of the others passing, saving the mother from the pain of loosing another child. They are very much together now and Tammy has had the opportunity to communicate with them both at length.

[Fasaga]

Before going into Tammy's first spiritual experience, I have to go back a bit further into Tammy's family. Her Aunte on her fathers side was and is a practicing Clairvoyant and Spiritualist.

While fortune telling is severely frowned upon here, she has hit the nail on the head often enough to be considered genuine.

She foretold the drowning death of Tammy's brother and other family tragedies.
She informed Tammy of Tammy's flatmates illegal activities which Tammy had only just found out about herself, and the Aunte could have no way of finding this out as she wasn't close to Tammy. It just happened that Tammy and her Aunte were visiting Tammy's parents at the same time.

After this experience, Tammy asked her if she would read her cards and she refused to read any family members anymore - but finished in telling Tammy she was more than capable of doing it for herself.

Tammy started playing with Tarot Cards for fun to see if they would actually work.

One reoccuring prediction was that we would have 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls - this came true dispite us wanting only 2 and doing what we could to stop it at that.

The other was her sisters' demise at which point Tammy put the cards away.

We learnt early not to test the Cards. When we first started playing with them, I joked about trying to turn up the death card. We went through the pack 4 times, slower each time, as we were unable to find it, and accused each other of removing it from the deck as a joke. When we finally gave up looking for it, thinking we shouldn't have been testing the deck, and laying out a spread, it turned up 4th card from the top, and we missed it each time. Neither of us hid the card. As much as we tried to deny the plausability of the Tarot, we couldn't.

This was early in our relationship, 18 or 19 years ago. Since then we have both studied Hermetic Philosophy, more I than Tammy, and have a far better understanding of the Tarot as a Spiritual tool rather than a Sideshow Amusement.

[Fasaga]

This is a repost from my thread on Random Acts of Spiritual Kindness and it highlights the first significant event that Tammy and I experienced together. I've bought this forward for the benefit of new members who may have missed the original post.

About 10 years ago, my wife and I, along with our then 5 year old daughter rented a beautiful home on the Sunshine Coast near the beaches. What attracted us most was an incredible timber playground that was built in the yard and it was just perfect for our daughter. The rent was below market and the home was obviously a family home, not a typical rental home.

Our daughter spent almost all her time playing in yard and would amuse "herself"? for hours. There were swings, climbing ropes, a slide and a tree house all connected - it was great.

The main lounge area inside would look down a long hallway with bedrooms and bathrooms feeding off to the left and right. We would sit in the lounge to watch TV and could see down the hallway in the corner of our eyes.

We had only occupied the home for a few months and were happy there, the house felt great, warm and welcoming, when I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I thought nothing of it, just a light reflection off the TV or something.

A few nights later I had the same flash of light, which seemed to have crossed the hallway from a bedroom on the left to the bathroom on the right, this was about 15m along the unlit hallway, I thought it must have been my daughter going to the bathroom so again I ignored it in the first instance. 10 minutes later, feeling as though my daughter should have gone back to bed, I went to check on her. She was sound asleep in bed but I was certain I hadn't seen her return to her room.

I came back into the lounge and sat beside my wife with a bit of a puzzled look on my face. She asked what's up, I told her, with surprise she said "did you see that too?"

Over the next 12 months or so the apparitions became more frequent, always just out of the corner of your eye, a hazy white figure about 4 feet tall. On 2 occassions I saw the swing in the yard swinging, about 2 foot forwards and 2 foot back, on its own, with no-one else at home and no wind to push it.

I have to mention at this point that at no time did the home change from feeling warm, welcoming and loving.

Our lease was up for renewal, and we had a particularly vicious agent when it came time to do their monthly inspections, everything had to be perfect, I mean over the top perfect. I got a nasty letter once because I washed my car on the front lawn - I thought 'save water and water the lawn while washing the car', wrong! So as we renegotiated the lease we started asking some fairly blunt questions as to the history of the house. Then we got the full story.

The owners live down the road and drive past our home every day. They moved out 3 years earlier and we are the first people other than themselves who ever lived in the home. They had a 7 year old daughter who passed away from a terminal illness after a long struggle and the parents couldn't live in the home anymore but couldn't bring themselves to sell it, so they moved down the road. The play set in the yard was one of the few joys their daughter had left in the end which I now believe is why our daughter spent so much time there playing 'on her own'.

We were fairly new to this stuff and (embarrassing now) thought that living in a haunted house was prety cool. We let this go on for another 6 months, quite often talking to her as if she was now part of our family.

We finally decided that we probably need to do something to set things right, we did a bit of research and finally helped her cross over with the use of a white candle and a few encouraging words. We never saw her again after that but sayed in the home another year and a half.

[Fasaga]

This is another and the last repost but it is significant as to where things go now. Alot of our other validations/ protections/ and earlier experiences are spread through various threads and if anyone is interested certainly go back over them but from here I want to move into the most significant period over the past two years.

But first...
Eight years ago, my wife and I had our "planned" family, a son and older daughter and we were quite content to stop there. My wife got one of those 5 year contraceptive inplants in her arm and we thought we were right.
Six years ago my wife started getting warm sensations on the right hand side of her head, with a muffled ringing in her ear that sounded like a "DA....DA....DA". This went on for a few days. Doctors check up, no problems. Then two weeks later it happened again and more regularly. This became a daily occurrance. One evening my wife had the same sensation again only this time she heard the words "I am Damian, I am your Son"
We went back to the Doctor and as a matter of precaution had blood tests done.
We were pregnant. We both hated the name Damian (Oman and all that) but what could we do? Damian is now 5 and still gets his own way.
This may sound like a typical "proud father" add on, but he displays abilities and talents far beyond his years, confirmed by his teachers and other parents who have witnessed his antics. We have concluded that he is here for a higher purpose and can't wait to see things unfold.

[Fasaga]

It’s almost 2 years to the day, June 2010 that the current series of events commenced. It started for our then 3 ½ year old, Damian, at a little Country Fair north of Brisbane, but I was to find out later that it actually started for Tammy the next morning.

Starting with the evening after the Fair, this is how the conversations went, word for word, as Tammy started documenting everything, I found out later why.
Damian: - “Mummy, read me a book please.” He was rolling around on the floor laughing when I entered. “Someone’s moved my Michael Jackson book! It doesn’t go there!” he was pointing to the black book lying on the middle of the bed. “Mummy, can we look at it please?”

Tammy: - “Yes sweetie; Sit here.” I picked up the book and padded my hand on the bed beside me, gesturing him to come and sit. Damian laughed. I asked, “Why are you laughing.”
He replied, “I saw him last night.”
“Who darling?”
“I saw Michael Jackson last night at the Fair. He was talking to me when I was looking at the remote control cars.”

Tammy: - “Sweetie, can you show me in this book who you saw last night?” I opened the book, turned the pages slowly, asking; “Was that him?”
“No, that’s not him.” We continued turning the pages in the book which contained all the differing images of Michael over the course of his career. His answer was no, no and no until we came to a page with a photo of Michael, the way he looked just before passing. “That’s him mummy. That’s who I saw last night,” he said with an excited, but definite tone.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes that’s Michael Jackson. He spoke to me last night at the fair. I told you last night,”

“Yes, I do remember, you did tell mummy when you were getting in the car last night.”

Last night I did reply, “Did you?” You know when your kid plays make believe and pretend and you just agree with whatever they say. I had forgotten about that because it was late, the kids were tired and I was tired too from walking around the Fair for 5 hours.

Shea-lee came into the room at that moment and must have heard the last bit of our conversation, because she said, “Yeah… Damian told you, last night that he saw Michael Jackson at the show.” Next minute Elly darted into the room to say goodnight and over heard that part of the conversation and laughed sarcastically, “Yeah right! Michael Jackson really came and spoke to you at the Fair! You got to be kidding. Prove it? Come on, if it was true, prove it.”
Shea-lee said, “Damian, show her in the book who you saw?”
“That doesn’t prove anything,” Elly said laughing. “It could have been anyone. There were thousands at the show and for crying out loud; have you forgotten that Michael Jackson is dead?”
“He’s not dead!” Damian snapped.

I quickly interrupted the conversation. “But, Damian said he saw him at the place where the remote control cars were and I remember that there was only one older man standing there at the time and he did not speak to Damian at all and the man was big and fat.”

Damian, now getting a little upset and irritated that no one believed him, said a little louder this time, “He’s not dead. I did see Michael Jackson and he spoke to me and sang to me.”

Shea-lee piped up and said, “I saw Damian last night at the Fair talking to himself a lot.”

“You are all loopy” Elly laughed and gestured the silly sign with a circling finger motion, pointing toward her temple.

She left the room shaking her head as if we were all crazy; calling to Arno, who was out in the lounge room, “Daddy, they’re all crazy in there! Damian’s seeing ghosts! They think Damian spoke to Michael Jackson last night at the show.”
I heard Arno laugh and replied back to her, “How do you know he didn’t? Maybe that’s why he loves him so much.”
I heard Elly reply, “You are all crazy, I’m going to bed.”

[Fasaga]

It was 13 June 2010 about 8:30am, the morning after the Fair, on a cold but sunny winter’s morning. Tammy was trying to enjoy a sleep-in and I was trying to coax her out of bed to come have a coffee with me on the veranda overlooking our 13 acre property
A little voice in her head told her to “Stay in bed.” She dragged herself out of bed and went out onto the veranda in her winter flannelette PJ’s, to tell me she has to have a shower first.
While standing out on the veranda half asleep she heard a little whisper in her head again, “Why? Stay in your PJ’s.”
Again the little voice in her head said, “You don’t need to get changed.”

Tammy felt a strange presence of something or someone standing on the right side of her. The sounds of this voice were accompanied with a burning heat sensation on the right side of her face and head.

“Can you hear me? Really hear me?” the words rang in Tammy’s head “Yes I can hear you.” she said aloud.
“Hi Tammy…”
“I’m going crazy! Who is this?”
“You’re not going crazy.”
“Who are you?” thinking, “God, I’m going crazy. I’m hearing and feeling things.” The feeling was of someone; a male a little taller than Tammy—a sweetness and warmth flowing from this person, engulfing the air surrounding her—child like—entirely alluring and gentle.
Now hearing childlike giggling, “And I’m not God. I’m Michael,”
“Michael who?”
“Michael Jackson. I was drawn here… to your son… Damian, and you."

None of this made sense at the time, but allot more has come to light since and now makes perfect sense.

Tammy was drawn to a Book in Damian’s room, a pictorial about the life of Michael Jackson, containing all the different images he had during his life. Tammy found herself flicking through the pages on 5 occasions throughout the day.

Following is Tammy’s account of the day....

Around lunch time, Kurtis, Shea-lee and Damian, came bounding up to me, begging to go down to the creek and up to the back of our property to the dam to play. I agreed to have a little picnic down at the first dam; feed our ducks; then go up the back to ride their bikes and pickup sticks for a fire later to roast marshmallows.

At the time we lived on a 13 acre property. You drove into this property via a green iron gate, onto a circular driveway with a beautiful Poinciana tree in the middle; to the cute colonial timber house with verandas either side. The property was a long rectangle shape; starting on a hill where the house was. The house overlooks the first half of the property consisting of a half size horse dressage arena, that was an old grassed tennis court, stables and a chicken run and just past that, is a huge, horse shoe shaped, spectacular lake with lily pads strewn across the water and a little timber jetty protruding into the water on the right hand side; closest to the house.

Downhill from there, to the middle of the property, is a crystal clear, meandering stream, bordered by rainforest, featuring enormous black bamboo clusters with a winding walking track to the other side where the property continues up, to another generous sized lake. This part of the property looks like a classic Queensland style parkland, with splendid gum trees spread across the landscape. You felt like you were out in the wilderness with no houses in sight. The kids absolutely loved it.

We packed a picnic lunch, some bread for our 30 ducks, and strolled down to the first lake. As we walked and played along the way, Michael again was there as if he was walking right beside me. It was definitely the strangest feeling.

The kids kept asking “Why are you acting so strange today, Mummy?”
“I don’t know!” I replied with a giggle, feeling a little embarrassed, “I’m just in a good mood today.”
While we were sitting beside the first lake, Shea-lee who is very inquisitive asked, “Mummy, I’ve never seen you this happy! You’re acting really, really, weird. Why are you talking to yourself and giggling?”
“I don’t know darling. Am I?”
“Are you thinking of words to a song?”
“Yes, that’s it.”
“Can you tell me when you remember the song?”
“Yes! I will my sweetie.”
“Phew! That was awkward,” I mumbled to myself. “It must look like I’m really crazy; walking around talking out loud to myself with hand gestures and all. Mum’s going nuts! God, what will Arno think?”
“Mum, you’re talking to yourself again,” said, Kurtis.
I just laughed, “Look at that pretty bird!” I pointed to a colourful honeyeater, in the tree beside us.
“Phew!” I said to myself.

I could feel and hear Michael giggling, thinking this was all very funny. He is so childlike. Just a big kid with such a kind spirit, literally.

While the kids were amused, feeding the ducks and watching the ducks wash themselves, which is a sight; watching more than twenty dirty white ducks splashing crazily in the water at the same time and coming out white as snow. I asked Michael, “Why here? Why now? Shouldn’t you be with your kids?”
“I needed a break from it all. It’s been nearly a year and I have to visit some people, special people like you, Tammy and Little Damian. And my children are asleep,” he said. I had to think about that for a second or two, then I laughed, “Of course, they’re on the other side of the world. Der! It’s night time over in America.” Michael and I laughed. Which again, made me look crazy and of course this time, Damian asked, “Mummy, what are you laughing at?”

I replied trying to keep a straight face, “The ducks splashing. Aren’t they funny?” Saved again; I sighed with relief.
We walked along the track that crossed the steam. Michael loved it, “It’s so peaceful here. It’s beautiful watching your kids playing.” I could feel the warmth and tenderness of his charisma; his spirit surrounding me.

We continued up the track to where it opened up onto the parklike area of the property. The kids ran over and splashed and kicked their feet in the water at the edge of the lake, which of course turned into a massive water fight. Ellyschia was riding her horse, galloping up, down and through the water.
I sat beside the lake watching my children play. Michael again said, “This is wonderful. Then I heard him giggling, “It reminds me of my Neverland Ranch, only a lot smaller.” I laughed at his sincerity.

Arno arrived home and found us up the back. We all chatted, and hung out for a while and headed back to the house with the presence of Michael in tow. I was trying to ignore the heat penetrating the top right side of my head, and the feeling of Michael beside me. Again, how would anyone believe that Michael Jackson was hanging out with little old me, a nobody in the middle of nowhere.

The kids did say to their Daddy, “Daddy, Mummy’s been acting really strange while you were gone. She’s been talking to herself and giggling all day.” Arno replied “Really? That’s weird.” Arno asked me, “So, why are you talking to yourself?” I replied with a shrug and then sidetracked his attention to something else as if it were no big deal. “Let’s go back for a coffee,” I said.

While I went inside to make a coffee for Arno and I, Michael was just hanging around me. It’s hard to explain the sensation of all this as the day went on I could see and sense his soul, his black curly hair, his image was perfect in every way and I could sense deeply that it was truly Michael and that we seemed to have a strong connection as if I have known him all my life.

While I was doing this mundane thing; making coffee, Michael popped up and said, “Thankyou Tammy for treating me like a normal person. It’s really nice as I didn’t experience this kind of thing much when I was alive. It’s so wonderful. I love it. Thankyou, Tammy.” I didn’t know what to say. I just said, “That’s ok, but I still can’t believe that this is really happening, not because it’s you, Michael Jackson, but because I’m really speaking to a real spirit, a real dead person. Michael I’m still freaking out here! Maybe I should get a brain scan.” I shook my head in laughter.

Michael giggled, “No you don’t need a brain scan. I’m real, and I am here, talking to you, Tammy.”
“But, get that mole on your arm checked out.”
“What mole? Where?”
“Your left arm near your elbow,” replied Michael.

I looked down and there was a mole near my left elbow. “Wow!” I said. It was inflamed and a yucky red, brown colour. I’ve always been too busy to take any time out for myself, let alone check moles or anything like that. “I didn’t notice,” I said amazed.
“Get it checked out, because it could turn into cancer if you leave it. Promise me!” he said. I could feel his concern. I thought this all to be strange, a miracle and now I could feel what he was feeling.

“Ok, Ok, I’ll get it checked,” I answered.

I thought, coming from someone who has died, that I better get it checked out sooner than later.
Arno interrupted, “Where’s our coffee. Are your growing the coffee beans from scratch or something.”
“No, I’m coming now,” I laughed.

We sat down outside, overlooking our property; drinking our coffee that took me more than 15 minutes to make—we’re talking instant coffee from a tin. Anyway, while we were sitting there; I told Arno about the strange mole I noticed, leaving out the part that a deceased person had told me, of course. Arno looked concerned when he saw the mole. “You better get that looked at tomorrow. It looks nasty. I hope it’s not cancer! It looks horrible! And you just noticed it now?”
I replied “Yeah!”

[Fasaga]

We sat and watched Ellyschia ride her horse in the dressage arena and watched the other kids ride down the cement driveway; down the grass hill on skateboards; stacking it of course. I could feel the presence of Michael; however he didn’t talk or I wasn’t listening in, as I was being sidetracked by family.
In the late afternoon, Shea-lee and I lay on my bed and watched a Disney Barbie movie on a little portable DVD player. A third of the way into the movie, to my bewilderment and surprise, Ellyschia came in and actually lazed down with us too, and watched the movie, positioning herself next to Shea-lee.

After about ten minutes, I had to go and cook dinner. And again to my utter amazement, Ellyschia stayed and actually curled up with Shea-lee for the first time ever. Ellyschia has never done this kind of thing with her little sister, as she is quite jealous of her for some strange reason even she can’t explain, or just doesn’t want to talk about it. Ellyschia is our fist born! She gets so irritated by her little sister and to see this now brought tears to my eyes; I said, “Thankyou Michael, I have a feeling you had something to do with this,” as I could still feel his energy, presence or whatever you call it in the room.
I went to the kitchen alone to cook. I didn’t feel Michael with me, but the two girls were so very quiet, not a peep out of them. While I was cooking, I think it was something boring like sausages or burgers, I can’t remember. I was mundanely frying the crap out of whatever it was; Michael suddenly said “Whatcha cooking.”
He scared the jeepers out of me; I nearly burnt myself. “I must be going crazy, or have a brain tumour, or I am really talking to you. I still can’t get my head around it and you’re still here. I never thought anyone could communicate this clearly the way you are with me now. It feels like I am in a fairytale. Shouldn’t you be with your kids or doing something important? I love you being here and all, and I’ve loved chatting to you all day, but to everyone else I must look like I’m losing my mind, or worse.”

“I loved spending the day here with you and your family. It’s so peaceful here and exciting at the same time with your kids. I miss my kids so very much and I worry about my little Blanket. Thankyou, Tammy, for a wonderful day. I will come back to you again.”

After dinner, we all sat down and watched some kind of cartoon movie that was on TV; I can’t remember what it was, but it made us laugh a lot. While I was sitting there on the lounge, I could feel the warmth of Michael beside me as if he was holding my hand in friendship. I could hear him giggling and laughing along with us while watching the movie.

It’s still hard to explain the experience; the sensations, and the communication process between the two of us, but it feels like he’s standing close, right beside me, touching my right side of my body. I can hear him in my head as if he’s on the other end of the telephone, but sometimes muffled (barely audible), and I can actually distinguish his reflection within his soul while he’s with me.

It was about 7:30pm when the movie finished and the kids were getting ready for bed when I felt Michael leave me.

Michael just vanished.

And then he was gone; Nothing. It was a weird feeling, a feeling of emptiness came over me; the warm fuzzy feeling was gone. I was starting to wonder; maybe I just imagined the whole event of today. That, maybe it was all in my head, me and my imagination. I tried justifying it all logically, but knowing deep within it was real. I said nothing to anyone.

I was on an emotional rollercoaster. Snapping me back to reality was Damian calling me, “Mummy, read me a book please.” So I went to his room. He was rolling around on the floor laughing when I entered. He said, “Someone’s moved my Michael Jackson book! It doesn’t go there!” he was pointing to the black book lying on the middle of the bed. “Mummy, can we look at it please?”

[Fasaga]

The kids were finally down for the night.
Tammy was sitting there looking like she saw a poltergeist or something.
Her validation was that Damian saw the same image of Michael that she saw when he came to her, out of all the different images Michael had in his life.
Tammy told Damian, “I believe you saw and spoke with Michael and how special and wonderful that was.” Damian doesn’t know he’s dead and we’re definitely not going to tell him until he’s old enough that he might understand the whole concept.
I raised the subject again with Tammy, “Damian said last night that he saw Michael Jackson, and we ignored him. Who said he didn’t see him? Damian loves Michael Jackson that much; who said he didn’t come to him. He’s probably young enough to see spirits.”
We were interrupted by Kurtis and Shea-lee running out to us to say another good night and so we could embrace them one more time before they went off to sleep.
So before Tammy could reply to my comments about Damian, “I have a bottle of wine and some blankets. Why don’t we go up the back and check on the fire I have burning. Put something warm on… because it’s cold.”

Tammy’s account from here;-I started talking to myself, “Crap! Do I tell him what happened to me today? Maybe he would believe me. Crap! What am I going to do? But I’m so excited that I don’t think I can keep it from him. It will drive me absolutely crazy, if I don’t tell someone. Crap! He’ll think I’m nuts.”

We went up on the ride- on mower in the pitch black, with me in mower’s trailer. Arno tried to scare me all the way. We sat next to the fire on a blanket, next to the lake. It felt so remote and beautiful with the stars shinning down and glowing up the sky.

We sat quietly for a while listening to the wildlife. Arno popped up and said smiling, “So darling, now you can tell me, what has been going on with you all day.” “Nothing’s going on,” I replied, trying to act normal. “Yeah! Right! Even the kids have noticed it,” said Arno. So spit it out and just tell me.”
Oh crap! Here it goes; “Well you know that mole I said I found, well it wasn’t me who found it.”
“Well who told you?” He smiled.
“You’re not going to believe me who it was. You’re going to laugh at me.”
“Just tell me?”
“It’s a long story and I don’t know where to start.”
“Just blurt it out, and I promise I won’t laugh.”
So I divulged the entire story of the day to Arno. So to cut the story short and skip to the end, Arno tried not to laugh, but the fact that Damian had also seen Michael too, made it more believable.
I did go and get the mole checked two days later. They removed it and sent it to get tested. They said to me, “lucky you caught it in time, because it would have become cancerous.”
As the days went by there was nothing, zilch. I did try calling to him—still Nothing. It was weird, to have Michael, to come and spend the whole day with me and my family. It was an experience I will never forget, and yes my daughter found out and thought I was totally nuts.

I thought because it was coming up to Michael’s first year anniversary of his passing that maybe he must have gone onto a better place or something.

[Fasaga]

There was no further contact for over a year, but Damian's obsession with Michael Jackson grew. From age 3 1/2 to almost 5 years, Damian wanted the Hat, the glove and even to grow his hair long. We neither encouraged nor discouraged him. He would go to sleep to MJ's music at night and whenever he needed to settle down during the day we would play MJ's music which worked a treat. Damian started to mimmick MJ's dance moves and became quite good at it.

We talk about signs alot on this forum, but it is rediculous when you cannot get through a day without a specific reference to Michael Jackson. From the obvious - songs on the radio, to his image on a Carnival Ride, and even more obscure sources. I'm thinking because of his popularity we are surrounded by references to him but until this started I never paid much attention to them, but seriously, every day there is another reference.

[Andrew]

Hi Fasaga! Sorry to interrupt the flow of your story here, but I just wanted to share an experience that I had this morning. I caught up on this thread and then left to go to the store. I'll admit, I was a bit skeptical about Michael Jackson appearing to your family. As soon as I got to the store, the first song I heard there was "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson. Immediately following that song was "Beat It". After that, everything I heard was by other artists. It was an interesting "coincidence" though.