Just when I was starting to recover from my childhood heartthrobs death, here we go again.
Yesterday, all over the news, “LA Coroners to treat Michael Jackson’s death a homicide.” I cannot believe this. Michael Jackson was murdered? I mean, a part of me isn’t surprised because of the whispers these past 8 weeks, but to hear it on every network was gut wrenching.
I remember a few weeks ago I was listening to his chef, Kai Chase as she spoke on Larry King about the daily goings-on and how the day of Michael Jackson’s death, things seemed out of character. According to the Huffington Post, she said the doctor usually arrived about 9 or 9:30 p.m. and would go upstairs to Jackson’s room, and she said she would not see him again before she left – sometimes late in the evening – but understood he was staying the night. She noted the when she would arrive to work in the morning, she would see the doctor coming down the steps carrying oxygen tanks. When Murray didn’t come downstairs the morning of June 25, “I thought maybe Mr. Jackson is sleeping late,” Chase said. “I started preparing the lunch and then I looked at my cell phone and it was noon. About 12:05 or 12:10 Dr. Murray runs down the steps and screams, ‘Go get Prince!’ He’s screaming very loud. I run into the den where the kids are playing. Prince (Jackson’s oldest son) runs to meet Dr. Murray and from that point on you could feel the energy in the house change.
You know…it is by God’s grace that she was there to verify what may have otherwise been lied about. I mean think about it, they’re saying that the video camera’s are missing, which would have captured the exact account of what happened to Michael Jackson on that fatal morning. She was clearly aware of the families routine because she helped to establish it. I love how God works. He has the right people in the right place at the right time. Kudos!
I read the list of drugs Michael Jackson had in his system and those that were in his room. A lot! As I was panning, there was one particular medication that was familiar to me – temazepam. Some years ago after injuring my back, the doctor prescribed it to me to help me rest. I remember almost going into a coma while indulging. I had only taken a few and became a little worried about the affects, so I called my mother. I told her that I would be taking my nightly dosage and asked her to page me (that’s when we had pagers), in about 20 minutes. She followed my instructions but I didn’t hear the chirps. Although it lay right under my head, I was unable to hear it beeping consistently. The next day I flushed them down the toilet. I knew that if that substance had the potential of putting me out like that, I didn’t need to take it. So…if that is the kind of medication that Michael Jackson was being administered under the care of a “doctor,” I’m not surprised that he is dead. Come on…the body can take but so much. I don’t care who you are. And they’re saying that he was frail too…112 lbs. Come on! Dr. Conrad Muray is said to have given Michael Jackson valium at 1:30 a.m. When that didn’t work, he injected lorazepam intravenously at 2 a.m. At 3 a.m., when Jackson was still awake, Murray administered midazolam. Over the next few hours, Murray said he gave Jackson various drugs. Then at 10:40 a.m., Murray administered 25 milligrams of propofol after Jackson repeatedly demanded the drug, according to the court records.
What in the world!
Father, I pray that every bit of evidence would be discovered. Everything attempted to be hidden, destroyed and or camouflaged, I pray that it will all be exposed, in order to hold those accountable for the mishandling of your sin Michael. In the name of Jesus I pray…amen. That’s my “Get ‘em Lord” prayer. So get ‘em Lord. Ridiculous!