Our Journal Our Journey - Tammy and Fasaga

[Fasaga]

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.

Hi Andrew

Don't appologise for jumping in, happy to take comments or questions on this thread, or maybe I'll start a thread just for questions and comments. What you experienced might seem like a coincidence but they get so out of hand sometime.

I'll give you a classic, happened a week ago, Tammy and the kids went shopping, Tammy and Ellyschia were looking for some wall decorations, paints or prints or the like. Under strick instructions not to spend too much money they avoided the specialty stores. They walked past one that looked a little expensive and were going to walk past when "Beat It" came on the radio. This wouldn't have really made a difference as we shrug these things off because they happen all the time untill the Shop Assistant started dancing to the song, and I mean really dancing, which made everyone laugh. Got Tammy's attention so they went into the store. There were 2 different sets of prints, the last 2 in the store, 50% discounted, and the content blew us away when we got them home (as you could only see the first print in a set of 6 in one and 4 in the other, each case as they were wrapped)

Print Content
1. Kings Crown - "all things are possible if you believe"
2. Queens Crown - "where's there's life there's hope"
3. Bluebird - "keep a dream in your heart"
4. Robin - "may all of your dreams come true"
5. Blue Butterfly - "Cherish"
6. Red Butterfly - "Believe"

2nd set
1. Friends
2. Passion
3. Dreams
4. Strength
all with butterflys and images of Paris

[Fasaga]

Early November 2011, a week after the Dr. Conroy Murray trial ended (4 November 2011), Michael returned.

It was early morning, Tammy had just stepped out of the shower and was looking in the mirror, and the interchange went like this;-

“I look like a puffer fish…I look like crap.”
“You look Beautiful.” a voice in my head said,
Hang on—that wasn’t me saying that, because I never say that, and it was a sweet male voice I heard. Jokingly, I said to myself—thinking I’m going crazy, “Who’s that?”
“It’s me!”
“Who’s me?”
The voice sounded familiar, not to mention the cheekiness in the tone, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. The feeling engulfing me was so amazing, so beautiful, the allure of whatever, or whoever it was—was just pure.
“It’s me. Don’t you remember?”
“It can’t be!” I said quietly out loud, shocked and excited at the same time.
“Yes! It’s me. Have you forgotten me, already?”
“Really is that who I think it is?” I whispered back excitedly, but still shocked. I was looking in the mirror thinking to myself, “Wow! Great I’m talking to myself out loud, as if someone’s standing beside me. Crap… here I go again. Could it be who I think it is? No it couldn’t be!” You know that self-talk you do. That reasoning you do in your head.
“Yes, It’s me,” he said grinning. “And no you’re not going crazy and you definitely don’t have a brain tumour.”
I started to get emotional. My eyes started to well with tears. It hit me—realization of who it was. It was then I allowed myself to open up to his presence fully.
“Oh, Wow! It is really you… Michael. You came back. How? I thought you left, or moved on to some other place; or, what, or where ever you guys go.”
“I did have to go somewhere, but I had to come back and say hello. I told you I would. Didn’t you believe me? —I promised I would.”

[Fasaga]

The following from Tammy’s Journals - November 2011. From here I’ll be summarising events into significant communications but I thought it important that the initial build up was detailed.

A day or two after Michael came to me; I drove the kids to school, said my good-bys, and hopped back in my car. As I was driving I had a funny feeling on the right side, to the centre of the back of my head; it was hurting, and giving me a headache. My right side of my head also had a strange pins and needles feeling, along with warmth.

At that moment I thought I heard a voice in my head, but it sounded really muffled; like someone talking under water. I could feel a warm presence as if someone was alongside me. I started to wonder if in fact it was Michael trying to talk to me; but again, I got side tracked with everyday hectic life; my mobile phone rang. The feeling was gone. I shrugged and thought to myself, “No it couldn’t be… but it would be nice if you were here.”

This started to happen every time I was in the car. I think because it’s the only place that I’m really alone and that’s not for long. Also sometimes in my bathroom, again it’s the only place at home that I’m really ever by myself.

The feelings and the connection between us continued to get stronger day by day but Michael's voice was still muffled; however, the more my head started hurting, by way of aching and throbbing—eventuating into a sensation of pins and needles and heat penetrating down my right arm—the more Michael’s voice became more comprehensible, but still moderately muffled.

The problem being, that the clearer I can hear Michael the more tired I get. It just drains me and I lose him. I know it is him; I’ve now grown to know his essence, his beautiful sweet voice, even though it’s muffled a lot of the time. I get really warm pins and needles down my arm when he comes to me, and he’s with me for a while, but the aching head, especially on the right side is very draining. He comes through stronger and stronger every day.

Every time he reaches out to me, I say, “You need to find a way to become stronger or something, so I can hear you more clearly, and we can chat longer? We both seem to become drained so quickly.”

Wednesday the 17th of November 2011, about 10 days after Michael came back into my life, I needed to go to the shops to do a few errands and have a look at the toys for our kids for Christmas. I arrived to the shops and parked the car underneath the shopping complex; strolled up to the shops and then here came Michael to me like a little excited child, “Can we go to the toys now!... pl-e-a-se…” I heard in my head clearly, coming from the right side; along with all the symptoms and sensations. I jokingly said to myself… the voice in my head, “Is that You Michael? You feel like you; I can hear you a lot clearer today. You still sound muffled, but I can just understand what you’re saying. This is still unbelievably weird, but very exciting.”

Anyway, after doing only half my jobs, Michael was still bugging me to go to the toy shop. I had to say to him, “Fine, but I have to eat first, because I’m starving. Unlike you now, you can’t eat,” I said with a sympathetic giggle. I felt him sigh and giggled light heartedly at the same time.

This was starting to become very embarrassing; here I am at the shopping mall talking out loud softly to myself. I was starting to receive some strange looks by passersby. I tried not to care too much as how special and unique is it to be chatting to a person who has passed away, let alone Michael talking to me. Wow! Finally I could understand what he was saying, still a little muffled, but I definitely heard what he was saying to me. Still the visits were no longer than 20 minutes at a time; either because maybe his energy or something drained, or I got side tract with what I had to do in everyday life.

He was excited that I was finally going to the toy section of BigW. He insisted for me to go down every isle of the toy section. So here I am in the toy section talking out loud and laughing to myself, even stranger when I’m saying Michael’s name out loud in fits of laughter. So here I am in this isle of boys’ toys and Michael tries very hard to urge me into a sword fight. “Come on pick up that sword! Come on! I’m ready… Guard! Defend! Charge!” his presence was of laughter and happiness at that moment.

“Michael, I can’t do that here! I’ll really look ridiculous, playing with a sword by myself in the middle of a shopping centre,” I laughed, a little embarrassed of the image of me, a grown woman sword fighting with a foam sword with an imaginary friend for all to see.
“Now I’m totally nuts!”
“Come on! You only live once and who cares what people think,” Michael giggled, with the charisma of Michael, the child within, the fun loving Michael, I love so much.
“You only live once hay!” I snickered. “Crap! Now you got me sword fighting in the toy section of BigW of all places.” While no one was in the isle, I shyly, with embarrassment of being caught quickly picked up the foam sword and swung it out in front of me saying, “On guard!” Michael laughed at me.

Suddenly a lady with two young children turned into the isle I was in and looked at me strangely. I abruptly stopped the sword; looked at it and said out loud shaking my head, “This won’t do,” and quietly and calmly put the sword down on the shelf and walked away. The small children were still looking at me. I winked and smiled and disappeared down another isle with Michael in tow laughing at me. “Thanks, real funny!” And we both giggled.

I finished some of my errands and headed for my car to drive to the school to pick up my children, as I was nearly at my car Michael asked “Can I drive?” “Yeah! Right! I don’t think so! You’ll crash into the cars.”
“Pl-e-a-se!”
I hopped in my car. “What! You want me to close my eyes so you can drive my car? A ghost driving my car! You got to be kidding!”
“I won’t crash into anything. I promise…”
“And how on earth do you think you can do this, drive my car?” I asked sarcastically laughing.
“I can do it through you,” said Michael.
I giggled, “I don’t think so…, but I’ll make you a deal. When you can prove to me that you can move my arm or arms than I will think about it then.”
He laughed, “You’re on!”

While driving to the school we chatted about how he was coming through to me a lot clearer today and as the day went on the closer the connection became. “Michael, this is so beautifully weird. It’s just utterly amazing to have you here with me. You here…, beyond doubt feels so very real, but unreal at the same time. It’s so surreal. Thankyou, Michael for coming to visit me. I cherish your visits every time.”
“Me too” he said sweetly. “Put the music onto track 4 and then track 6.”
I smiled, “why?”
“You’ll see. Just do it,” he said sweetly.
“Okay,” I replied.

[Fasaga]

Continued From Previous Post
“This is for you! Listen,” he said.
“The Way You Make Me Feel” started playing, it was the 4th track
That’s right that song is very fitting, Live forever!
The sensation penetrating down my arm was really intensifying, it was really heating up, along with pins and needles streaming down my entire arm from the top of my head; it was Michael. He suddenly compelled my arm up to the right side of my face. Whack! “Ouch!” I said smiling. He held it there during the whole song. I was laughing with tears rolling down my face, while trying to drive my car.

I could feel the power of his feelings coming through me with great intensity. He said, “We are friends forever in past lives and in future lives, our paths have always crossed. I thank the heavens for our paths crossing. You are my dest…….,” our connection broke, went fuzzy, and ended, nothing. I think his spiritual energy deteriorated suddenly, as if he got too tied, and severed the powerful connection we had. I don’t know how he got my arm to move. At that moment in time I was away with the fairies, so to speak and I didn’t care to ask at the time.

When song 6, ‘Best of joy’ came on, the other song Michael wanted me to listen to, I smiled, I cried, and laughed at the parts of the song I am forever, and how right Michael was.

[mac]

Now that the dust has settled after the Council Elections and the unbanning of former members Destiny (Tammy) and Violet, I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce ourselves properly and start to share far more of ourselves, our past and our recent experiences, and open discussions on the events, signs, validations and more specifically the messages that have come through over the past months.

The membership of your wife, Tammy - Destinyourjourney - was reinstated but she doesn't appear to be an active member.

Will she return to being a contributor to this website?

[Fasaga]

The membership of your wife, Tammy - Destinyourjourney - was reinstated but she doesn't appear to be an active member.

Will she return to being a contributor to this website?

Absolutely, as soon as she gets time.

[Fasaga]

24th November 2011
Tammy’s Journal Entries
I arrived at the school— just in time to greet my kids. As I meandered through the car parking lot, along the path to where the parents meeting area is— I could feel Michael strongly with me; but, he didn’t talk. Everyone I toddled by, suddenly looked toward me with big smiles and acknowledged me verbally with their, big hellos, as they passed me; as if, they were my best friends. I thought it to be, really weird and wonderful. Some of these people don’t even really know me and most are usually way to busy to even say hello. Don’t get me wrong, the school and the people who belong to it are the most extraordinary, delightful people I’ve ever met. But this was very dissimilar to a normal afternoon at the school. It was the most unusual happening, but it felt really good—weird and wonderful at the same time. Then Michael spotted Shea-lee and Kurtis, “There they are.”

I looked in the direction he wanted me to look—there they were exactly where Michael urged me to look. When I went to give them my usual hug and kiss, I felt Michael’s emotion of excitement. The pins and needles and the fiery sensation in my right arm were so very strong; Michael’s transcendent strength was becoming increasingly powerful with every visit— totally compellingly, remarkable. All of a sudden Michael urged me; precipitately, I had to embrace Kurtis and Shea-lee tightly with my right arm. My arm was not letting go effortlessly, Michael didn’t want to cease embracing them. Shea-lee and Kurtis said at the same time, “Mummy, your acting weird— you can let go now.”

“Oh sorry— I am just excited to see you guys.” My arm was still holding Kurtis.
“Mummy you can let go now.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Michael you can let go now— please”, I whispered. My arm loosened—then easily fell away.

While Tammy was reading over the content of this section of her Journal on 1st January 2012, Michael popped in as he often does and they side track, Tammy has inserted the communication here. Remember that Tammy is working on the laptop while editing so it is as simple as inserting the conversation as text as it takes place.

That was an amazing feeling I had hugging Kurtis and Shea-lee through you.

It was the same for me because I feel your emotions and it was a very touching experience. I love it when you touch someone through me. I think I might nick name you ET.

See we make a united team my Destiny! I can live with the name ET. I liked him. You know I narrated the book!

Yeah Jermaine mentioned it in his book. I would love to hear that version. Remember you made me buy your brothers book and remember you stopped me from reading it in places. And I still haven’t finished.

Yeah! I still have to have a go at him for telling the story of me under the bed. You know.

Well good luck with that! He has to believe in me first, before I can joke with him and get stuck in a three way chat between you two.

Destiny, I know my brother. You know! Trust me! Don’t worry yourself. He’ll know that you are not a typical nut, just my loving nut.

He might think I am one of those Mediums, clairvoyants who say they can always commune with the spirit world. Well you’re the only Casper I’ve had the privilege of knowing and talk with.


Okay! Listen world, take it from me, Destiny, Tammy is no wacko, not a medium as such and not a Clairvoyant like the world sees and has heard of. She cannot talk to other deceased persons, unless they go through me and she cant give you the gold lotto numbers or give vivid validations as such. I came to her as I have explained in this journal of ours. I trust her with all my being. I communed and brought forward my plight and my yearnings here, where I am now, and was given the gracious grandest acme of being able to communicate with one person and only one person only on earth to help in my perseverance in this undertaking in making the future a better place and was able to bequeath Tammy, whom I nicknamed Destiny, this gift of communing with me for a higher purpose, and a personal one as you will find out as you read this journal. As you know my mission on earth was to heal the world, from the heartache and for every living soul, especially the children of the world and that mission has not changed and never will. Do you really think that I would just go to where I am now and see everything clearly and just do nothing? If you know me, you would know that I would never do such a thing. My job was never completed. My life was cut short. So of course I found a way, with blessing and backing to come forth to my dear friend Destiny to help us in this plight of all ours who are with me here. So please trust with your souls, hearts and see with in these pages, as you keep reading that in fact that it is me, yes Michael Jackson and we are only here to help. Not to upset anyone intentionally. We only want to bring a message and a guiding hand to help you heal the world so that the future generations can enjoy it too. So please give Destiny your prayers, kindness and support and put all indifferences aside and help in any way you can.
Bless you all


Thankyou Michael for trying to explain. To you who is reading this now, If you still don’t accept what Michael has just put forward to you as being true, just smile and enjoy reading, and take away from these pages of this journal what you may, if only a smile.

Destiny you worry too much. You know.

I just want to put a smile at least onto people’s faces as you have with me.

Ok. Very cute!

Now can I keep perusing over what I have written.


Sorry, yes…)


On the way back to the car, again everyone who passed me, compassionately acknowledged me. I’m not kidding—not one person missed saying hello. Very peculiar I thought. I joked with Michael and we both laughed, “They must sense you, you must be giving off some kind of special energy—‘King of pop’, charismatic Energy or something; because, they’re not saying hello to me— like I’m an all time legend.” We couldn’t stop chuckling. “So you still got it, I see!”
“What are you laughing at mummy and why is everyone saying hello to you? Do you know them or something?” asked Shea-lee.
“I don’t know—they must know me.” I replied, puzzled. Even my kids noticed.


We hopped in the car; I could feel Michael for a little while and then vanished. I find when I get totally side tracked, especially with my kids, Michael leaves, or I’m not concentrating enough, or something. I still don’t know how all this works, communicating with dead people; spirits, immortal souls, physically deceased—however you wish to characterize these phenomenal souls. All I can convey to you, for sure, is that I had a chronic head ache and I felt totally and utterly exhausted.

Don’t ask me how this is all possible—hay I went to Sunday school from the age of six, all my childhood and teenage years, I embarked on my bible studies for children by post, I was in a relationship with a Christian man for more than four years, whom I married in a church, whom died after giving his full testimony, in front of the whole church congregation and then upon leaving the church had a car accident and died instantly— literally two minutes down the road. His Christian mother thought that God had special plans for him and he was needed for a greater purpose. So again, I am totally out of explanations. So I live day by day and take everything as it comes. Even this whole occurrence.

I’m finding the more Michael turns up, into my life; the stronger, the clearer and more audible—the more I get the pins and needles flowing down through my right arm into my hand as if he is holding it. Sequentially, I am able to feel and be more aware of his emotions as they too become more powerful, but the time frame of contact is vastly shortened as we both become easily drained, and he disappears. It’s weird and breathtaking, as I see Michael, his soul, in his, perfect image, but as if looking through a waterfall or seeing a persons reflection in a window. Sorry it’s very difficult to describe, how I feel, hear and see Michael.

A mental note to self, ‘I’ll have to tell him to find out how he can become stronger and come through clearer.’ It gets extremely frustrating when he’s trying to tell me something and I just can’t hear him or when sometimes I think he’s there—and I’m not sure. I suspect that he’s there—but nothing. I don’t know enough about this phenomenon—talking to spirits and such, so it gets quite frustrating. I sometimes can sense his presence near me, however I don’t know if he can hear—again, very frustrating. Sometimes I say, “Is that you Michael? If it is—I can’t hear you! Yell, or something!”

I keep telling Michael, “This is maddening, it must annoy the crap out of you too, Michael, as it annoys me… so you have to find a way of coming through to me stronger— I am just so frustrated… you’re driving me crazy… but in a good way.”
“I don’t want to tell Arno yet, that you’ve come back into my life without some kind of proof or validation that it’s actually you and not me just going insane. So I’ll go to the library and bookshop and see what I can find out how to open up to you or whatever I have to do and you find out from your side. Maybe you can find others that have had more success or something.”

[mac]

Absolutely, as soon as she gets time.

I shall look forward to that.

[Fasaga]

I'm just going to jump forward to present day for a moment - talk about no coincidences, Tammy is flat out editing and preparing all the bits and peices for her first book which she is self publishing. On 4 occassions now she has been indirectly directed to India.

Anyway, long story short, a few days ago Tammy received a friend request on Facebook which came via her web site. The young gentleman simply said he wasn't sure what he was doing here, but his sister and he were mucking around on the internet and they were suddenly Googling "Michael Jackson Auto Writing" and came across Tammy's web site.

Anyway, back and forth for a few days, so many significant validations for the connection, but today, Tammy sent this guy a Copy of the Cover to her Book while Simultaniously, He sent her a photo of a Kareoke Bar he was in. (Just quickly, he is 20 years old, still lives at home with his parents, and this was the first occassion he was allowed to go to this Bar by his parents)

Remember, these communications are literally passing in cyber space.

The image of Michael Jackson that Tammy has embedded on the Cover of her book was the exact same image in a poster on the Wall in the Bar in the background of his Photo.

[Sapphire]

Fasaga,

Tammy's account of her visit from Michael Jackson's spirit is absolutely amazing. I hope to read more. Thank you for sharing it.