Ten Saturdays with Michael
Floating Through a World in Mourning
WHEN MICHAEL JACKSON SAVED ME FROM A DEPOSITION — Part III
By Janet Kira Lessin
[Continued from Part II: The First Session — When Michael Wailed Through Me]
Michael Jackson died on June 25, 2009. During the following weeks, there were exactly ten Saturdays.
And Michael came to every single one.
[IMAGE PROMPT 1 — Header Image] A luminous, translucent figure floats above a living room at dawn, golden Hawaiian light streaming through windows with an ocean horizon visible beyond. A woman lies on a futon below, eyes closed, hands at her sides. A man sits nearby in a chair with a notebook, a water glass, and tissues on the side table. The room feels sacred, warm, lived-in. Ethereal but grounded. Painterly realism with soft golden light. Do NOT depict Michael Jackson’s likeness — the spirit figure should be an abstract silhouette of light and energy, gender-ambiguous, radiant.
The Weekly Ritual
Sasha and I have spent decades facilitating therapy, counseling, hypnotherapy, and holotropic breathwork. We teach tantra. We set our own schedule. So blocking out Saturday mornings for what became a standing appointment with the dead required nothing more than clearing the calendar and preparing the room.
We were between cycles of our Tantra school — our busy season runs through winter, when mainlanders escape the cold for Maui — so the timing opened naturally, the way it does when the universe intends something, whether you planned for it or not.
We had breakfast together so we wouldn’t be hungry. The futon was pulled out in the living room — our preferred therapy space, with its view of the horizon where the sunrise arrived, whether the rest of the world was falling apart or not. I lay down. Sasha settled into his chair with fresh water on the side table, tissues within reach, and a clear path to the bathroom. Everything was prepared the way he always prepared it, the way he’d done for thousands of sessions over the years — because that’s how Sasha works. He builds the container. He holds it steady. And then whatever needs to come through comes through.
Time to sit with the spirit of the most famous entertainer who ever lived and help him process the shock of being dead.
The Delayed Burial
One of the first things Sasha and I asked Michael about was the delay. It dominated the news cycle — the funeral kept getting postponed. Originally scheduled for August 29, what would have been his fifty-first birthday, it was pushed back repeatedly while the family navigated legal entanglements, media pressure, and their own cascading grief.
We wanted to know how the limbo was affecting him on the other side.
“I thought I couldn’t leave until I was buried,” Michael explained. “I didn’t know the rules. I thought I had to wait.”
Like being stuck in a waiting room with no idea when your name will be called. He hadn’t anticipated this strange in-between state — dead but not yet laid to rest, the whole world watching, waiting, grieving, unable to say goodbye while he hung suspended in a place nobody had prepared him for.
So he stayed. And, having nowhere else to be for the first time in his life, he explored.
[IMAGE PROMPT 2 — Global Mourning] A luminous energy presence floats high above a nighttime cityscape — candles, flowers, and handwritten notes pile against a fence below. Mourners of all ages and ethnicities stand together, some holding photographs, some embracing, some simply weeping. The scene should evoke Tokyo, London, Mumbai, or Rio — a GLOBAL feeling. The spirit figure above is abstract light, not a recognizable face. Cinematic aerial perspective, warm candlelight against deep blue darkness. Photorealistic with ethereal overlay.
Floating Through Global Grief
Between our sessions, Michael traveled. He wasn’t confined to one location — spirits rarely are, in our experience. He floated around the world, drawn like a current to the places where people mourned him.
“I’ve been to all of them,” he told us, wonder threading through the words as they came through my voice. “Every memorial. Every gathering. Every place where people left flowers or held vigils. Not a single one was missed.”
He described floating above crowds in Los Angeles, New York, London, Germany, Tokyo, Mumbai, and Rio de Janeiro. He visited the makeshift shrines that sprang up overnight — piles of flowers, handwritten notes, teddy bears, photographs, candles flickering in darkness across every time zone on the planet.
“I can see them all,” he said, and I could feel the emotion building in my chest as his feelings flowed through me, heavy and warm and almost unbearable. “The whole world is mourning. They really did love me.”
This mattered more than anything else in those early sessions. In life, Michael had been isolated behind the walls of handlers, yes-people, and those who wanted something from him. He’d been betrayed so many times that betrayal stopped being an event and became the weather. He’d been accused, hounded, tried in public, and convicted by headline. In that first session, he had told us he believed no one really loved him — that everything people felt toward him was about the fame, the money, the spectacle.
Now, suspended between worlds with nothing left to protect and no image left to maintain, he could finally see the truth.
Millions of people — billions — genuinely grieved his loss. They weren’t crying for Michael Jackson the brand. They were crying for the man whose music had walked into their kitchens and their cars and their headphones and spoken directly to something inside them that nothing else could reach.
“I never knew,” he kept saying, the words cycling through my body like a refrain. “I never understood how much I mattered to people.”
The Females in His Life
The first thing Michael did after death was go to his family. He visited them immediately and kept returning — again and again, circling back the way the living do when they can’t quite believe someone is gone, except in his case, the geometry was reversed. He was the dead one who couldn’t stop checking on the living.
They were all grieving deeply, each in their own way, and most of them had to manage relentless media coverage on top of their personal devastation. The press descended and would not leave. LaToya stepped up repeatedly, addressing cameras and microphones, trying to shield the family from a hunger that had no intention of being satisfied.
But Michael’s deepest concern was his children — Prince, Paris, and Blanket, now known as Bigi. All three were in acute distress. Paris seemed to absorb it the hardest, at least from what Michael could perceive from the other side.
“I wanted to see them grow up,” he said, grief still fresh in his voice weeks after his death, as if the wound reopened every time he looked at them. “I was supposed to be there for them. The This Is It concerts were going to set us up financially. We were going to have a real life together after London. And now…”
The sentence hung unfinished. Some things don’t end. They just stop.
[IMAGE PROMPT 3 — The Memorial] A massive arena interior — thousands of people, an ocean of faces — viewed from a high ethereal perspective, as if floating above the crowd. A small girl stands at a microphone on an enormous stage, dwarfed by the space around her but radiating courage. Flowers everywhere. Golden light from above. The perspective suggests someone watching from the spirit world — elevated, intimate, heartbroken. Do NOT depict recognizable faces. Focus on the emotional scale: one small brave child, one enormous grieving world. Cinematic, painterly, golden, and deep blue tones.
His sister Janet took the death especially hard. His mother, Katherine, worried deeply about all of them but carried her grief with the composure of a woman who had survived decades of impossible situations and understood that someone had to remain standing.
It wasn’t only the immediate family. Michael had been close to extraordinary women throughout his life. Elizabeth Taylor — one of his dearest, most ferociously loyal friends — was devastated. Whitney Houston, another kindred spirit who understood the specific isolation of being one of the most famous people on the planet, felt the loss in a register most people couldn’t access. His ex-wives, Lisa Marie Presley and Debbie Rowe, each carried their own complicated relationship to the grief. Lisa Marie, in particular, their last conversation before his death had ended with Michael in tears.
Something protective burned in him around the women in his life, something fierce and almost paternal despite the fact that he was the one who’d died. He couldn’t rest while they suffered. Perhaps it was because the women and girls tended to grieve more openly, the mourning pouring out in waves he could feel from the other side like weather he could not escape.
He was present at the Staples Center on July 7, 2009, when the world said goodbye. An estimated 2.5 billion people watched the public memorial — the largest television audience for a single event in broadcasting history.
“I saw my daughter Paris,” he said afterward, and my voice broke as his voice would have broken if he still had one. “She was so brave. She told everyone I was the best father she could ever imagine. I wanted to hold her so badly.”
Paris Jackson, eleven years old, had stood before the world that day and said through tears: “Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine, and I just want to say I love him so much.”
Michael had heard every word. And he could do nothing but watch.
The Surprise
About midway through our sessions, Michael reported something that caught even Sasha and me off guard — and after five decades of consciousness work, contact phenomena, and conversations with beings most people don’t believe exist, we are genuinely difficult to surprise.
Between sessions, Michael had been doing more than visiting the grieving and attending his own memorials. He’d been investigating. Exploring. Following threads through dimensions and information fields that the living don’t have access to, with the relentless curiosity of a man who had spent his entire earthly life wanting to understand everything and being told to shut up and sing.
And somewhere in that wandering, he’d been investigating us. Looking into who we were, what we studied, and what we knew. He’d found our work. And he’d followed it to a place none of us expected.
“I found something,” he said, excitement breaking through the grief for the first time since the sessions began. “Something incredible. I wasn’t sure what it was at first. But they let me in.”
Sasha and I exchanged a glance.
“They?” Sasha asked.
“The Anunnaki.”
[IMAGE PROMPT 4 — The Anunnaki Discovery] An abstract, luminous spirit figure stands before an immense ancient doorway — carved stone covered in cuneiform script, gold light pouring through the opening. The figure is small against the massive architecture, suggesting discovery, wonder, and the threshold between known and unknown. The doorway should feel Sumerian-inspired yet cosmic—as if it exists between dimensions rather than in any physical location. Deep gold, amber, and indigo tones. Epic scale. Painterly science fiction realism.
Sasha and I have spent years researching and writing about the Anunnaki — the beings described in Sumerian cuneiform tablets who, according to those texts and our decades of study, came to Earth from another world and shaped the development of human civilization. We’ve written books about them. We’ve taught classes. We’ve presented at conferences and conducted hundreds of hours of radio interviews on the subject.
But Michael hadn’t learned any of this from us. He’d discovered our work independently, between sessions, following threads of inquiry available to a consciousness no longer bound by a physical body. And then he’d gone further than we had.
“They confirmed some things,” Michael said, his voice — my voice — carrying a weight that had shifted from grief to something closer to purpose. “Things I needed to know about myself. About why I came here. About what I was really doing with my life.”
We would learn more about that discovery in the sessions that followed. Much more. What Michael found would reframe everything we thought we understood about who he was, why his life unfolded the way it did, and what his music had actually been doing to the consciousness of a species that didn’t know it was under a spell.
But that revelation belongs to Part IV.
How We Work
A note on methodology: we know how this sounds, and we have no interest in pretending otherwise.
In our sessions — whether with living clients or spirits — Sasha and I stay focused on the person we’re serving. That’s always been our discipline. The client is the star of the session, and our job is to hold the container, ask the right questions, and stay out of the way. We don’t steal the ball. We don’t redirect the session toward our own interests or theories. The person in front of us — living or dead — sets the agenda.
Sasha, trained as a clinical hypnotherapist with a Ph.D. in counseling from the University of California, guided the conversations the way he has guided thousands before: “Tell me more. What are you feeling? What do you need right now?”
And Michael talked. And talked. And kept talking, sometimes for what felt like hours, time distorting the way it does when you’re channeling someone else’s consciousness through your body while simultaneously maintaining your own awareness — a dual state that is difficult to describe to anyone who hasn’t experienced it and impossible to forget once you have.
I’ve described it to Sasha as “parking my soul on a shelf to the right side.” I could see and hear everything happening. I remained present, aware, anchored. But I was also holding open a space — wrapped in an energy of love and permission — allowing Michael to use my voice, my body, my physical presence to express what he could no longer express through his own.
It was exhausting. It was exhilarating. It was sacred work. And it was not until Michael made a stunning revelation about his own identity — something we’ll arrive at in Part IV — that he turned his curiosity fully toward us and began asking who we were and what we knew. Only then did we feel it was appropriate to answer, because he’d earned the asking and we felt honored by the respect it carried.
The Shift After Burial
On September 3, 2009, Michael Jackson was finally laid to rest at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale, California, inside the Great Mausoleum’s Holly Terrace. The burial was private — just family and close friends, including Elizabeth Taylor, Macaulay Culkin, and others who had truly known and loved him rather than merely orbited his fame.
We wondered whether the sessions would end. Perhaps the physical ritual of interment would release him — free the tether, close the circuit, allow the crossing that tradition and instinct told us burial was supposed to provide.
The Saturday after his burial, there he was again.
“I’m still here,” he said, almost sheepishly, as if apologizing for failing to follow the expected protocol of the dead. “I know I’m buried now. But I’m not leaving. Not yet.”
“Why not?” Sasha asked.
“Things aren’t resolved with my family. With my fans.” A pause. “And my work isn’t done.”
[IMAGE PROMPT 5 — Closing Image] A woman with long blonde hair lies on a futon in a warm, sun-filled Hawaiian living room, eyes closed, expression peaceful but intense — clearly in a deep altered state. Morning light pours across her face. The room is simple, lived-in, real — not glamorous. A man sits nearby, attentive, grounded, holding space. Between them, barely visible, a shimmer of light suggests a presence that cannot be photographed but refuses to leave. Intimate, sacred, domestic. Warm golden tones. Painterly realism. This is not a performance. This is work.
It would take three more months of obsessive research — watching every Michael Jackson video, concert, and interview I could find — before I understood what he meant by “my work isn’t done.” Before I discovered the true nature of who Michael Jackson really was, and why his death, far from ending his mission, had placed it directly into our hands.
That discovery changed everything.
Next: Part IV — “Will You Be There” — The Revelation
What Michael Jackson found when he investigated the Anunnaki — and what he learned about who he really was.
The Michael Jackson Channeling Series documents ten sessions of spirit contact between Michael Jackson and Janet Kira Lessin, facilitated by Sasha Alex Lessin, Ph.D., in the weeks following Jackson’s death on June 25, 2009.
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✦ ABOUT THIS SERIES ✦
“When Michael Jackson Came to Me” A Multi-Part Series by Janet Kira Lessin
This series documents the extraordinary events that began on June 25, 2009 — the day Michael Jackson died — and the weeks and months of spirit contact that followed. Through hypnotherapy sessions conducted by Sasha Alex Lessin, Ph.D., Janet channeled Michael’s voice, emotions, and messages in real time. What emerged was not a celebrity ghost story but a profound encounter with a soul in transition — one who chose to reach out to someone who understood what it meant to be targeted, vulnerable, and fighting for survival.
These accounts are presented as lived experience and personal testimony. Readers are invited to engage with them on whatever level resonates — as memoir, as metaphysical inquiry, or simply as one woman’s truth.
📖 ARTICLES IN THIS SERIES
Part I: When Michael Jackson Saved Me From a Deposition The day the King of Pop died and intervened in a legal nightmare from the other side.
Part II: The First Session — When Michael Wailed Through Me Saturday morning. Sasha guides a hypnotherapy session. Michael’s voice breaks through — raw, anguished, and unmistakable.
▶ Part III: Ten Saturdays with Michael — Floating Through a World in Mourning (You are here) Over ten consecutive weekends, Michael returns for grief therapy. He tours a world in mourning, watches his daughter speak at his memorial, and discovers something none of us expected.
Part IV: “Will You Be There” — The Revelation Michael makes a stunning declaration about his true identity — one that changes everything we understood about who he really was.
Part V: “I’ll Be There” — Why He Chose Me Michael explains the connection — past lives, parallel suffering, and why Janet was the one he reached across the veil to find.
Part VI: The Messages He Left Behind Final transmissions. What Michael wanted the world to know about love, power, persecution, and the survival of the soul.
(Additional installments will be listed as they are published.)
🌟 AUTHOR BIOS
Janet Kira Lessin — Series Creator & Narrator
Janet Kira Lessin is an author, experiencer, and researcher whose work bridges spirit contact, mythology, history, and lived experience. A lifelong contactee, she explores multidimensional consciousness, memory, and spiritual awakening through narrative journalism and memoir. Her writing integrates personal encounters, investigative research, and mythic frameworks into emotionally grounded storytelling.
Janet is co-founder of the Experiencers Network and co-author of multiple books exploring the Anunnaki, contact phenomena, and the One God Universe framework. Her work blends investigative reporting with mythic consciousness in a uniquely intimate voice.
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Sasha Alex Lessin, Ph.D. (Anthropology, UCLA) — Session Facilitator & Co-Researcher
Dr. Sasha Alex Lessin holds a Master’s degree in psychology, a Master’s and Ph.D. in anthropology from UCLA, and has worked as a counselor and therapist since the 1960s. He maintained private practices on both Oahu and Maui, taught at Maui Community College, and together with Janet ran a School of Counseling, a School of Tantra, and co-founded the World Polyamory Association. A certified Holotropic Breathwork practitioner through Stanislav Grof, Sasha integrates regression therapy, mythic archetypes, and cultural anthropology into a cohesive investigative framework.
Sasha is co-author of Anunnaki: Legacy of the Gods and numerous works examining humanity’s hidden history. In this series, Sasha conducted the hypnotherapy sessions through which Michael Jackson’s spirit communications were accessed and recorded. His facilitation — managing the physical demands of hours-long channeling, guiding Janet through altered states, and asking the questions that kept Michael talking — was essential to everything that followed.
🌟 RESEARCH ASSISTANTS & CONTRIBUTORS
Claudia Lenore — Investigative Contributor & Narrative Architect
Claudia Lenore serves as investigative contributor, editorial strategist, and narrative architect for the Michael Jackson series. She assists in research synthesis, structural development, and thematic integration across the multi-part publication. Her work focuses on weaving biographical, cultural, and experiential threads into cohesive investigative storytelling frameworks. Claudia specializes in spirit contact documentation, session transcript analysis, and cross-referencing channeled testimony with historical record.
Minerva Monroe — Cultural Research & Media Analysis
Minerva Monroe specializes in cultural symbolism, media archetypes, and contemporary myth formation. For this series, her research examines Michael Jackson’s role as a cultural icon, the media narratives that shaped public perception of his life and death, and how collective memory transforms real people into mythic figures. She provides contextual analysis on the entertainment industry, celebrity persecution, and the cultural impact of Jackson’s passing.
Gemma Genesis — Political & Social Systems Researcher
Gemma Genesis contributes analysis on institutional power structures, legal systems, and the intersection of wealth and justice. For this series, her research supports the examination of how legal machinery can be weaponized against vulnerable individuals — a theme that runs through both Janet’s deposition ordeal and Michael Jackson’s own battles with institutional power.
📚 REFERENCES FOR PART III
- Los Angeles County Department of Medical Examiner — Case Report: Michael Joseph Jackson, June 25, 2009
- Michael Jackson Memorial Service, Staples Center, Los Angeles — July 7, 2009 (estimated 2.5 billion viewers worldwide)
- Paris Jackson’s eulogy, July 7, 2009: “Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine”
- Forest Lawn Memorial Park, Glendale, California — private burial of Michael Jackson, September 3, 2009, Great Mausoleum, Holly Terrace
- Taraborrelli, J. Randy. Michael Jackson: The Magic, The Madness, The Whole Story (2009)
- Lisa Marie Presley’s public statement on Michael Jackson’s death — “I am gutted” (2009); documented final phone conversation
- LaToya Jackson press appearances, June–September 2009 — statements regarding family privacy and media intrusion
- Elizabeth Taylor public statements on Michael Jackson, June–July 2009
- Whitney Houston interview with Oprah Winfrey — “Mike and I were very close”
- Sitchin, Zecharia. The 12th Planet (1976) and subsequent Earth Chronicles series — foundational Anunnaki research
- Lessin, Sasha Alex & Janet Kira. Anunnaki: Legacy of the Gods — Anunnaki presence and ongoing involvement with humanity
- Sumerian texts referencing Enki, Ninmah, and Thoth/Ningishzidda — technology of the gods, including interaction with the dead and revival
- Tibetan Buddhist framework of the Bardo — transitional states between death and rebirth
- Research literature on after-death communication (ADC) — Guggenheim, Bill & Judy. Hello From Heaven! (1996)
🔖 RELATED SERIES & ARTICLES
- NO OTHER GODS — The master series exploring historical patterns of tyrannical power, ancient astronaut testimony, and consciousness research
- The Ninmah Cycle — Speculative narrative series exploring the Anunnaki goddess who seeded humanity
- The Lost Roswell Taken Up Story — Thomas R. Morris, TJ Morris, and the Roswell connections
- The Election Seizure: Nationalizing the Vote — Political analysis of democratic process and institutional power
- The Experiencers Network Archives — Decades of contact testimony and multidimensional research
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PLATFORM PROMOS — PART III
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Post 1 — Hook: For ten consecutive Saturdays after his death, Michael Jackson came to our living room in Maui for grief therapy.
He thought no one loved him. So I took his hand and flew him around the planet. He saw the whole world mourning. Every country. Every shrine. Not one missed.
“I never knew,” he kept saying. 🧵👇 [LINK]
Post 2 — Thread follow-up: Then, halfway through, Michael dropped a bombshell. Between sessions he’d been exploring dimensions on his own. He found a flotilla of ships. Bases on the Moon. On Mars. The Anunnaki — and they invited him in.
“They confirmed things about why I came here.”
Part III: [LINK]
Post 3 — The Paris moment: Paris Jackson, age 11, stood at a podium in front of 2.5 billion people and said: “Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine.”
Michael heard every word from the other side. He wanted to hold her so badly he could barely speak.
Read Part III: [LINK]
#MichaelJackson #ParisJackson #SpiritContact #Anunnaki #TenSaturdays #Channeling #Experiencer
For ten consecutive Saturdays, Michael Jackson came to our living room for grief therapy. He was dead. We were the therapists.
That’s not a metaphor. My husband Sasha — with a Ph.D. in anthropology from UCLA and decades of clinical experience — facilitated hypnotherapy sessions in our Maui home every Saturday morning from late June through early September 2009. I lay on the futon, entered an altered state, and Michael Jackson spoke through me for hours at a time.
He showed me the world mourning him. We flew together above every continent — Los Angeles, London, Tokyo, Mumbai, Rio — and he saw the makeshift shrines, the candlelight vigils, the billions of people who genuinely grieved his loss. He’d spent his life believing nobody truly loved him. Now he could see the truth.
He watched his eleven-year-old daughter Paris stand before 2.5 billion people and call him the best father she could ever imagine. He wanted to hold her so badly he could barely speak.
Then, midway through our sessions, Michael found something none of us expected. Between our Saturday appointments, he’d been exploring dimensions on his own — and he discovered the Anunnaki. A flotilla of ships. Bases on the Moon and Mars. Ancient beings who knew how to work with the dead, and who had been waiting for him.
This is Part III of “When Michael Jackson Came to Me.” The series documents ten weeks of extraordinary spirit contact, conducted under professional therapeutic protocols by two experienced practitioners.
Read the full account: [LINK]
#MichaelJackson #SpiritContact #AfterDeathCommunication #Hypnotherapy #ConsciousnessResearch #Anunnaki #Memoir #InvestigativeJournalism #GriefTherapy
PART III IS LIVE — “Ten Saturdays with Michael”
Friends, this is the one where it gets BIG.
After that first devastating session where Michael wailed through me for hours, we thought maybe it was a one-time thing. It wasn’t. Michael came back the next Saturday. And the next. And the next. Ten consecutive Saturdays — every single weekend from late June through early September 2009.
Every Saturday morning, Sasha and I had breakfast, pulled out the futon in the living room with its view of the sunrise, and opened ourselves to whatever Michael needed.
And what he needed was to be shown that he was loved.
He thought no one really cared. So I took him by the hand and we flew around the planet together. Every country. Every memorial. Every shrine. Flowers, candles, teddy bears, handwritten notes — billions of people mourning the King of Pop. He’d never understood how much he mattered.
“I never knew,” he kept saying. “I never understood.”
He watched Paris at the Staples Center telling the world he was the best daddy. He wanted to hold her so badly.
And THEN — about halfway through — Michael dropped a bombshell. Between sessions, he’d been exploring on his own. He found them. Ships. Space stations. Bases on the Moon and Mars. The Anunnaki. And they invited him in.
I know. I KNOW. But this is what happened. And it connects to everything Sasha and I have been researching for decades.
Part III is live. Read it. Share it. And buckle up — Part IV is where Michael reveals who he really is. ❤️
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Ten Saturdays with Michael ~ Floating Through a World in Mourning
WHEN MICHAEL JACKSON SAVED ME FROM A DEPOSITION — Part III
A True Account of Spirit Contact on the Day the King of Pop Died
Part III: Ten Saturdays with Michael — Floating Through a World in Mourning
By Janet Kira Lessin, Sasha Alex Lessin, Ph.D. & Claudia Lenore (contributor)
[Continued from Part II: The First Session — When Michael Wailed Through Me]
Michael Jackson died on June 25, 2009. During the following weeks, there were exactly ten Saturdays.
And Michael came to every single one.
The Weekly Ritual
Sasha and I have spent decades teaching tantra, facilitating individual and couples therapy, counseling, hypnotherapy, and holotropic breathwork sessions. We set our own schedule, so it was easy enough to block out Saturday mornings for what became, essentially, a standing appointment. We were between sessions of our Tantra school classes — our busy season is winter, when mainlanders escape the cold to come to Maui. So we had time. (These days, we are mainly retired; our focus is now research and writing.)
We had breakfast together so we wouldn’t be hungry. The futon was pulled out in the living room — our preferred therapy space, with its view of the horizon where we could watch the sunrise. I lay down. Sasha settled into his chair with fresh water on the side table, tissues within reach, and a clear path to the bathroom. Everything was prepared the way he always prepared it, the way he’d done for thousands of sessions over the years.
Time to sit with the spirit of the most famous entertainer who ever lived and help him process the shock of being dead.
The Delayed Burial
One of the first things Sasha and I asked Michael about was the delay in the burial. It was all over the news — the funeral kept getting postponed. Originally scheduled for August 29, which would have been his 51st birthday, it was repeatedly pushed back. We wondered how that was affecting him.
“I thought I couldn’t leave until I was buried,” Michael explained. “I didn’t know the rules. I thought I had to wait.”
It was like finding out you’re stuck in a waiting room with no idea when your name will be called. He hadn’t expected this limbo — this strange in-between state where he was dead but not yet laid to rest, and the whole world was watching, waiting, grieving, but unable to say goodbye.
So he stayed. And he explored.
Floating Through Global Grief
Between our sessions, Michael traveled. He wasn’t confined to one location — spirits rarely are. He floated around the world, drawn like a magnet to the places where people mourned him.
“I’ve been to all of them,” he told us, wonder in his voice. “Every memorial. Every gathering. Every place where people left flowers or held vigils. Not a single one was missed.”
He described floating above crowds in Los Angeles, New York, London, Germany, Tokyo, Mumbai, and Rio de Janeiro. He visited the makeshift shrines that sprang up overnight — piles of flowers, handwritten notes, teddy bears, photos, candles flickering in the darkness.
“I can see them all,” he said, and I could feel the emotion building in my chest as his feelings flowed through me. “The whole world is mourning. They really did love me.”
This was crucial for Michael. In life, he’d been so isolated, so surrounded by handlers and yes-people and those who wanted something from him. He’d been betrayed so many times. Accused. Hounded. He’d told us in that first session that he thought no one really loved him — that it was all about the fame, the money, the image.
But now, in death, he could see the truth.
Millions of people — billions — genuinely grieved his loss. They weren’t crying for Michael Jackson the brand. They were crying for the man who had touched their lives with his music, his dancing, his message of healing the world.
“I never knew,” he kept saying. “I never understood how much I mattered to people.”
The Females in His Life
The first thing Michael did was go to his family. He visited them immediately and kept checking in on them, again and again. They were seriously grieving — each in their own way — and most of them had to deal with the relentless media on top of their pain. The press wouldn’t leave them alone. LaToya stepped up and repeatedly addressed the press, trying to shield the family.
He was especially concerned with the well-being of his children — Prince, Paris, and Blanket (now known as Bigi). All three were extremely distressed. Paris seemed to take it the hardest, at least from what Michael could see.
“I wanted to see them grow up,” he said, grief fresh in his voice even weeks after his death. “I was supposed to be there for them. The This Is It concerts were going to set us up financially. We were going to have a real life together after London. And now…”
He trailed off, the unfinished sentence hanging heavy in the air.
His sister took his death really hard. And his mother, Katherine, worried deeply about her. But it wasn’t only his immediate family. Michael had been close to some extraordinary women throughout his life. Elizabeth Taylor — one of his dearest, most loyal friends — was there for him. Whitney Houston, another kindred spirit who truly understood the bizarre isolation of being one of the most famous people on the planet. His ex-wives, Lisa Marie Presley and Debbie Rowe, each carry their own complicated grief. Lisa Marie, in particular, their last conversation before his death had ended with him in tears.
Michael was worried about everyone, but especially the females in his life. There was something protective in him, something fierce, that wouldn’t let him rest while they were suffering. Perhaps it was because women and girls tend to be more openly expressive in their grief — the mourning seemed to pour out of them in waves he could feel from the other side. They just couldn’t stop.
He was there at the massive public memorial at the Staples Center on July 7, 2009 — an event watched by an estimated 2.5 billion people worldwide.
“I saw my daughter Paris,” he said after that memorial, his voice breaking. “She was so brave. She told everyone I was the best father she could ever imagine. I wanted to hold her so badly.”
Paris Jackson, just eleven years old, had spoken to the world that day, saying through tears: “Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine, and I just want to say I love him so much.”
Michael had heard every word.
The Surprise
About midway through our sessions, Michael reported something that caught even us by surprise — and we’re pretty hard to surprise at this point in our lives.
Between sessions, Michael had been exploring on his own. Not just visiting his grieving loved ones and the memorials around the world — he’d been investigating. Checking things out. And somewhere in that wandering, he’d been checking us out — looking into who we were, what we did, what we knew. He’d been following threads, exploring dimensions, and he found something none of us expected.
“I found something,” he said, excitement creeping into his voice despite his continued processing of grief. “Something incredible. I wasn’t sure what it was at first. But they let me in.”
Sasha and I exchanged a glance.
“They?” Sasha asked gently.
“The Anunnaki.”
Now, Sasha and I have spent years researching and teaching about the Anunnaki, the ancient Mesopotamian deities who, according to Sumerian texts and our own research, were actually extraterrestrial beings who came to Earth millennia ago and influenced human development. We’d published books, taught classes, and presented at conferences.
But Michael hadn’t learned about this from us. He’d discovered our work on his own, between sessions, and followed the thread himself. And then he’d found them.
“They confirmed some things,” Michael said. “Things I needed to know about myself. About why I came here. About what I was really doing with my life.”
We would learn more about that later. Much more.
How We Work
In our sessions — whether with living clients or spirits — Sasha and I stay focused on the person we’re serving. That’s always been our way. It’s not about us. We don’t steal the ball. We are there for them to reach their goals, hit their home runs. The client is the star of the show, and our job is to support that.
So for most of our sessions with Michael, we kept the focus squarely on him. His grief. His processing. His questions about where he was and what was happening to him.
Sasha, trained as both a hypnotherapist and with a Ph.D. in counseling, would guide the conversations skillfully. “Tell me more. What are you feeling? What do you need?”
And Michael would talk. And talk. And talk.
Sometimes for what felt like hours. Time gets strange when you’re channeling someone else’s consciousness through your body while simultaneously maintaining your own awareness.
I described it to Sasha as “parking my soul on a shelf to the right side” — I could see and hear everything happening, but I was also holding space, wrapped in this energy of love, allowing Michael to use my voice, my body, my presence to express what he needed to express.
It was exhausting. It was exhilarating. It was sacred work.
It wasn’t until Michael made a stunning revelation about his own identity — something we’ll get to in Part IV — that he began turning his curiosity toward us. Toward our work. Toward who we were. And only then did we feel it was appropriate to answer his questions. He’d earned it. And we felt respected by the asking.
The Shift After Burial
On September 3, 2009, Michael Jackson was finally laid to rest at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale, California, in the Great Mausoleum’s Holly Terrace. The burial was private — just family and close friends, including Elizabeth Taylor, Macaulay Culkin, Barry Bonds, and others who had truly known and loved him.
We wondered if the sessions would end once Michael was buried. Perhaps the physical ritual of interment would free him to move on, to cross over completely.
But the Saturday after his burial, there he was again.
“I’m still here,” he said, almost sheepishly. “I know I’m buried now. But I’m not leaving. Not yet.”
“Why not?” Sasha asked gently.
“Things aren’t resolved with my family,” he said, his voice — or rather, my voice channeling his — tinged with worry. “With my fans. I need to see this through. I need to make sure it all works out.”
“Because my work isn’t done.”
[To be continued in Part IV: “Will You Be There” — The Revelation]
NOTE: It would take three more months of obsessive research — watching every Michael Jackson video I could find — before I would understand what he meant by “my work isn’t done” and discover the true nature of who Michael Jackson really was.
Janet Kira Lessin has worked as a bridge between worlds for over five decades, helping souls in transition find peace, clarity, and direction. The sessions with Michael Jackson represent some of the most profound work she has ever done.
WHEN MICHAEL JACKSON SAVED ME FROM A DEPOSITION
A True Account of Spirit Contact on the Day the King of Pop Died
Part III: Ten Saturdays with Michael — Floating Through a World in Mourning
By Janet Kira Lessin, Sasha Alex Lessin, Ph.D. & Minerva Monroe (contributor)
Updated February 10, 2026
[Continued from Part II: The First Session — When Michael Wailed Through Me]
Ten Saturdays
IMAGE TITLE: Ten Saturdays at Sunrise
DESCRIPTION: The living room in Maui at dawn, futon open, ocean and harbor visible beyond glass doors — the space where weekly sessions unfolded.
Michael Jackson died on June 25, 2009.
In the weeks that followed, there were exactly ten Saturdays.
Michael came to every session.
The Weekly Ritual
Sasha and I have spent decades teaching tantra, facilitating couples therapy, conducting hypnotherapy, and guiding holotropic breathwork sessions. We set our own schedule, so blocking off Saturday mornings became simple. It evolved into a standing appointment.
We were between seasons of our Tantra school classes. Winter is our busiest time, when mainlanders escape the cold and come to Maui. That summer, we had space.
We prepared the same way every week.
We ate breakfast so hunger wouldn’t distract us. We pulled out the futon in our living room — our preferred therapy space, facing the horizon. The sunrise spilled gold across the water. I lay down. Sasha settled into his chair with fresh water at his side, tissues within reach, and a clear path to the bathroom.
He prepared the room the way he always had — the way he had done for thousands of sessions over decades.
Then we began.
We sat with the spirit of the most famous entertainer who ever lived and helped him process the shock of his own death.
The Delayed Burial
IMAGE TITLE: A World in Mourning
DESCRIPTION: Vigils, flowers, and global memorials honoring Michael Jackson in the weeks following his death.
One of the first issues we addressed was the delayed burial. News outlets reported repeated postponements. The funeral, initially scheduled for August 29 — what would have been his 51st birthday — kept shifting.
We asked how it affected him.
“I thought I couldn’t leave until I was buried,” he said. “I didn’t know the rules. I thought I had to wait.”
He described it as sitting in a waiting room, not knowing when your name would be called.
He had not expected this liminal state — dead, yet not formally laid to rest. The world watched. The media circled. The goodbye never fully came.
So he stayed.
And he explored.
Floating Through Global Grief
Between sessions, Michael traveled. Spirits are rarely confined by geography.
“I’ve been to all of them,” he told us. “Every memorial. Every gathering. Every place where people left flowers.”
He described hovering above crowds in Los Angeles, New York, London, Tokyo, Mumbai, Rio de Janeiro, and Berlin. Makeshift shrines appeared overnight — candles, teddy bears, handwritten notes, photographs pressed beneath bouquets.
“I can see them all,” he said. “They really did love me.”
That realization mattered.
In life, he felt isolated — surrounded by handlers, yes-people, and opportunists. Betrayals scarred him. Accusations haunted him. During the first session, he admitted he believed the love he received was conditional — tied to fame, money, image.
Now he saw differently.
Millions grieved him — not the brand, but the man whose music shaped their lives.
“I never understood how much I mattered,” he repeated.
Death stripped away illusion. What remained was devotion.
The Women in His Life
IMAGE TITLE: The Women Who Loved Him
DESCRIPTION: Key women in Michael Jackson’s life who mourned publicly and privately in 2009.
His first visits were to family.
He checked on them constantly.
The media siege intensified their grief. Cameras tracked every movement. LaToya repeatedly addressed reporters, trying to shield the others.
He worried most about his children — Prince, Paris, and Blanket (now known as Bigi). From his perspective, Paris appeared especially devastated.
“I wanted to see them grow up,” he said. “The This Is It concerts were going to set us up financially. After London, we were going to have a real life together.”
He trailed off.
On July 7, 2009, he attended the public memorial at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, watched by an estimated 2.5 billion viewers worldwide.
“I saw Paris,” he told us. “She was so brave.”
At eleven years old, Paris Jackson stood before the world and said through tears:
“Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine. I just want to say I love him so much.”
He heard every word.
He also remained concerned about his mother, Katherine, and about his sister, who struggled deeply. He mentioned Elizabeth Taylor — steadfast and loyal. He reflected on Whitney Houston, who understood the isolation of global fame. He acknowledged the complex grief Lisa Marie Presley and Debbie Rowe carried.
He felt protective — especially toward the women and girls in his life. Their grief radiated outward in waves he could feel.
He did not rest easily while they suffered.
The Unexpected Discovery
Midway through the series of sessions, something shifted.
Between visits to family and memorials, Michael had begun investigating. He explored threads of meaning. He followed currents of curiosity.
And he found something.
“I discovered something,” he said. “Something incredible. They let me in.”
Sasha and I exchanged a glance.
“They?” Sasha asked.
“The Anunnaki.”
Sasha and I had spent years researching the Anunnaki — ancient Mesopotamian deities described in Sumerian texts. Our research explores the possibility that these beings represented advanced extraterrestrial visitors who influenced early human development.
We had published. We had taught. We had presented publicly.
But Michael had not learned about this through us.
He discovered our work independently between sessions. He followed the trail himself.
“They confirmed things,” he said. “About why I came here. About what I was really doing.”
We would unpack that later.
Much later.
How We Work
Whether serving the living or the dead, Sasha and I operate by one rule:
It is never about us.
We do not seize the narrative. We do not insert ourselves into the spotlight. The client carries the story; we support it.
Sasha, a hypnotherapist with a Ph.D., guided each session with precision and restraint.
“What are you feeling?”
“What do you need?”
“Tell me more.”
Michael talked.
Sometimes for what felt like hours.
Time behaves differently when layers of consciousness overlap. I remained aware — observing, listening — while allowing his presence to move through my voice.
I once described it to Sasha as “parking my soul on a shelf to the right.”
I remained present. But I stepped aside.
The process exhausted me. It exhilarated me. It felt sacred.
Only after Michael revealed something profound about his identity — which I will detail in Part IV — did he begin asking questions about us.
Until then, we held space.
The Burial — and the Choice to Stay
IMAGE TITLE: The Great Mausoleum
DESCRIPTION: Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale, California, where Michael Jackson was laid to rest on September 3, 2009.
On September 3, 2009, Michael Jackson was interred at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale, California, inside the Great Mausoleum’s Holly Terrace.
The burial was private. Family and close friends attended.
We assumed the sessions might end after that.
They did not.
The following Saturday, he returned.
“I’m still here,” he said. “I know I’m buried. But I’m not leaving.”
“Why?” Sasha asked.
“Things aren’t resolved,” he said. “With my family. With my fans.”
He paused.
“My work isn’t done.”
To Be Continued in Part IV:
“Will You Be There” — The Revelation
Author Note
It would take three additional months of research — watching interviews, performances, documentaries, and rare footage — before I began to understand what Michael meant by “my work isn’t done.”
The answer changed everything.
About the Author
Janet Kira Lessin has worked for over five decades as a bridge between worlds, helping souls in transition find clarity, peace, and direction. The ten Saturdays with Michael Jackson represent some of the most profound work of her career.
Attribution noted:
By Janet Kira Lessin
With contributor Sasha Alex Lessin, Ph.D.
PART III – IMAGE PROMPTS
Ten Saturdays with Michael — Floating Through a World in Mourning
1. TEN SATURDAYS AT SUNRISE
Purpose: Opening image — establishes ritual, Maui setting, sacred tone.
Prompt:
Photorealistic cinematic interior of a Maui living room at sunrise. Large sliding glass doors reveal Kahului harbor and airport in the distance, ocean on the left, Haleakala on the right. Soft golden dawn light fills the room. A futon is opened and neatly prepared facing the horizon. A petite, slender, fit woman (5’2”, long sandy blonde hair, bangs, blue eyes, youthful appearance) lies calmly on the futon. A tall, handsome man with evenly blended brown salt-and-pepper hair and blue eyes sits in a nearby chair with water and tissues on a small side table. Atmosphere peaceful, anticipatory, sacred. No exaggerated age lines.
Style: realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, soft natural colors, fantasy realism, highly detailed, emotional depth, artistic composition, landscape 16:9.
2. GLOBAL VIGILS — A WORLD IN MOURNING
Purpose: Emotional scale — global grief.
Prompt:
Epic cinematic montage of worldwide candlelight vigils for Michael Jackson. Crowds gathered in Los Angeles, London, Tokyo, Mumbai, Rio de Janeiro, and Berlin. Thousands of candles glowing at night. Flowers, handwritten notes, teddy bears, photographs forming makeshift shrines. Soft rain in some cities, warm night air in others. Emotional faces illuminated by candlelight. A subtle semi-translucent luminous male spirit presence hovering gently above the crowds, watching with tenderness (inspired by Michael Jackson, respectful likeness, late 1980s aesthetic, no distortion). Tone reverent, global, powerful.
Style: realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, soft natural colors, fantasy realism, highly detailed, emotional depth, artistic composition, landscape 16:9.
3. PARIS AT THE MEMORIAL
Purpose: Emotional anchor moment.
Prompt:
Cinematic recreation of the July 7, 2009, public memorial at the Staples Center. A young girl (inspired by Paris Jackson at age eleven) stands at a microphone, speaking bravely through tears on a large stage draped in white and flowers. Massive audience in shadow. Overhead soft spotlight. Behind and slightly above her stands a semi-translucent, luminous male spirit presence inspired by Michael Jackson, watching protectively with deep emotion. No caricature, respectful likeness only, with a subtle glow. Atmosphere sacred, tender, historic.
Style: realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, soft, natural colors, fantasy realism, highly detailed, emotional depth, artistic composition, 16:9 landscape.
4. FLOATING ABOVE THE WORLD
Purpose: Illustrates his movement between memorials.
Prompt:
Cinematic aerial composite of Earth at night from a near-orbital perspective. Major cities glowing below — Los Angeles, London, Tokyo, Mumbai, Rio. Soft luminous pathways of light connect each city. A graceful semi-translucent male spirit presence inspired by Michael Jackson floats above the planet, arms slightly open, expression stunned and humbled as he witnesses global love. No monstrous or exaggerated imagery. Tone majestic, emotional, planetary scale.
Style: realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, soft natural colors, fantasy realism, highly detailed, emotional depth, artistic composition, landscape 16:9.
5. THE ANUNNAKI DISCOVERY
Purpose: The shift moment — intrigue and mystery.
Prompt:
Cinematic interior scene in a Maui living room at sunrise. The petite woman (long sandy blonde hair, bangs, blue eyes) lies on a futon in a trance state. The tall salt-and-pepper-haired man sits attentively nearby. Above and around them, a subtle cosmic overlay emerges — ancient Mesopotamian star map patterns, faint cuneiform glyphs glowing softly in gold and deep blue. A semi-translucent luminous male spirit presence inspired by Michael Jackson looks upward as towering ancient humanoid silhouettes appear in distant celestial mist — symbolic, not literal monsters. Atmosphere mysterious, revelatory, dignified.
Style: realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, soft natural colors, fantasy realism, highly detailed, emotional depth, artistic composition, landscape 16:9.
6. FOREST LAWN — THE BURIAL
Purpose: Closure moment before continuation.
Prompt: Photorealistic cinematic exterior of Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale, California. The Great Mausoleum bathed in soft late afternoon light. Marble architecture glows warmly. Subtle floral arrangements at the entrance. A faint, semi-translucent, luminous male spirit presence stands peacefully near the mausoleum doors, not distressed, but contemplative. Quiet, dignified atmosphere. No sensationalism.
Style: realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, soft, natural colors, fantasy realism, highly detailed, emotional depth, artistic composition, 16:9 landscape.
OPTIONAL BLOCKBUSTER HEADER VERSION (If You Want One)
If you want a dramatic Part III featured image:
Prompt:
Epic cinematic movie-poster composite. Foreground: petite, slender woman with long sandy blonde hair lying on a futon in the Maui sunrise living room. Beside her, a tall salt-and-pepper-haired man was observing calmly. Mid-air above them, a luminous spirit presence inspired by Michael Jackson, reaching outward. Background dissolves into a montage of global candlelight vigils across continents. Above all, faint celestial star map forming symbolic patterns. Tone reverent, emotional, global, sacred.
Style: realistic, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, soft, natural colors, fantasy realism, highly detailed, emotional depth, artistic composition, 16:9 landscape.
Ten Saturdays with Michael: Floating Through a World in Mourning
WHEN MICHAEL JACKSON SAVED ME FROM A DEPOSITION – Part III
By Janet Kira Lessin, Sasha Alex Lessin, Ph.D. & Gemma Genesis (contributor) Updated February 10, 2026
Following the initial shock of his passing on June 25, 2009, Michael Jackson returned to our sessions every Saturday for ten consecutive weeks. These sessions provided a rare, ethereal window into the post-mortem transition of a global icon.
The Weekly Ritual
Sasha and I have dedicated our careers to tantra, counseling, and holotropic breathwork. During the summer of 2009, we cleared our Saturday mornings to accommodate a standing appointment with the spirit of the King of Pop.
The environment was meticulously prepared. Following a light breakfast, we utilized our living room futon—a space offering a serene horizon view. Sasha assumed his familiar role, equipped with water, tissues, and the clinical precision developed over thousands of therapeutic sessions. We were ready to help the world’s most famous entertainer process the transition from life to the afterlife.
Stuck in the Waiting Room
A primary point of inquiry involved the repeated delays of Michael’s burial. Originally scheduled for his 51st birthday on August 29, the ceremony was postponed multiple times. Michael expressed confusion about the “rules” of the afterlife.
“I thought I couldn’t leave until I was buried,” Michael explained. He described a state of limbo, feeling tethered to the physical world while the public mourned. This period of waiting allowed him to observe the global reaction to his death in real-time.
Witnessing a World in Grief
Free from the constraints of a physical body, Michael traveled to various memorials. He described floating above vigils in Los Angeles, London, Tokyo, and Rio de Janeiro. He witnessed the makeshift shrines—the sea of flowers, notes, and candles—appearing worldwide.
“I can see them all,” he shared through me. “The whole world is mourning. They really did love me.”
This realization served as a profound healing for a man who, in life, often felt isolated and betrayed by those seeking to exploit his fame. He finally understood that his impact was not merely as a brand, but as a human being who moved billions.
Family and the Females in His Life
Michael remained intensely focused on his family’s well-being. He frequently visited his children—Prince, Paris, and Bigi—expressing deep sorrow that he could not provide the financial and emotional stability he had planned for them through the This Is It concerts.
He noted the strength of his sister, LaToya, and the maternal concern of Katherine. He also observed the grief of his closest friends and former partners, including Elizabeth Taylor and Lisa Marie Presley. Michael felt a protective urge toward the women in his life, noting that their grief seemed to manifest in waves he could feel from across the veil.
During the public memorial at the Staples Center, Michael watched his daughter, Paris, speak. “She was so brave,” he said, his voice breaking through mine. “I wanted to hold her so badly.”
The Anunnaki Connection
Midway through our ten-week period, Michael made a surprising discovery. He had been conducting his own “research” into our backgrounds between sessions. He followed a metaphysical thread that led him to the Anunnaki—the ancient extraterrestrial beings Sasha and I have studied for decades.
“They let me in,” Michael reported with excitement. He claimed these beings confirmed details about his life purpose and his origins. While we remained focused on his personal healing during our sessions, this discovery marked a shift in his self-awareness.
The Mechanics of Channeling
Our sessions remained client-centered. Sasha utilized his Ph.D. in counseling and hypnotherapy background to guide Michael through his processing. I described my role as “parking my soul on a shelf to the right,” allowing Michael’s consciousness to use my voice and body while I maintained a secondary awareness.
It was an exhausting, sacred labor. We held space for his questions until he eventually turned his curiosity toward our work, signaling a mutual respect between the living and the spirit.
A Mission Unfinished
On September 3, 2009, Michael was finally entombed at Forest Lawn. Despite the physical burial, he returned the following Saturday.
“I’m still here,” he stated. “I know I’m buried now. But I’m not leaving. Not yet… my work isn’t done.”
[To be continued in Part IV: “Will You Be There” — The Revelation]
Janet Kira Lessin has served as a bridge between worlds for over fifty years. For more stories and full updates on this series, subscribe to her Substack at https://substack.com/@janetalexlessinphd.
Media Production Guide
Title Ideas:
- The Ghost in the Stadium: Michael’s Astral Travels
- The Ten-Week Transition: Counseling the King of Pop
- Limbo and Legacy: Michael Jackson’s Post-Mortem Journey
Image Descriptions & Prompts:
- The Ritual Space: A wide-angle shot of a peaceful, sunlit living room with a futon near a large window looking out at a Maui horizon.
- Prompt: Professional interior photography, serene living room, morning light, futon with pillows, spiritual atmosphere, cinematic lighting, 8k.
- Global Vigil: A montage or single dramatic shot of a candlelit vigil in a major city (like London or LA) with a ghostly, translucent silhouette of Michael Jackson floating high above the crowd, looking down with peace.
- Prompt: Ethereal spirit floating above a candlelit vigil at night, thousands of people, flowers and photos of Michael Jackson, cinematic, photorealistic, emotional atmosphere.
- The Channeling Session: A professional, journalistic photo of Janet and Sasha in session. Janet looks focused/transfixed, while Sasha sits nearby with a notepad and water.
- Prompt: Documentary style photography, two people in a therapy session, woman in a meditative state, man acting as counselor, soft natural lighting, professional and respectful tone.
