Comments on: Saying Goodbye to Neverland and Michael Jackson

By: Rai

Rai — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 05:46:18 +0000

Thank you so much for posting these hauntingly beautiful pictures of what meant so much to Michael and his children. Beside being a place that he could escape to, Neverland was home to Michael, Prince, Paris, and Blanket. I still think about Michael Jackson all the time, and I still cannot believe it. It’s such a sad reality of all the events that took place. Michael did not deserve to be treated like that. Looking back, I am so ashamed. I wish that I could have called Michael my friend. May he finally be at peace, something that he was denied here for so long.

By: Clarity26

Clarity26 — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 16:32:48 +0000

Thanks for this poignant and well-written story. It truly touched my heart. Michael was something special, and therefore Neverland WAS..IS…WILL BE something special, too. It’s a shame, that this man had been curtailed from his home…Surely he doesn’r deserved this, nor the other mean things. The photos are really beautiful, they captured the essence of Michael’s Wonderland.
I’m hungarian and have an MJ Blog…For a good while I make translations for the Hungarian MJ fans…This story will be my next “sweetheart”…Definitely…Thanks for sharing this, and sorry for the grammatical mistakes…Thereupon I’m not that good from English.

By: yahaira abolafia sanchez.

yahaira abolafia sanchez. — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 17:29:02 +0000

I am verhy sad for you god to becarefor you I no velibe for you michael I love you song good bye king of pop.

By: Selena

Selena — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 01:19:34 +0000

Jonathan,

Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful photos! I know you said that you weren’t going to publish all your photos, but I really hope you got some photos of the house itself. It was equally as beautiful in its heyday as well. I was fortunate enough to spend alot of time at Neverland from 2000-2004. When I look at your pictures and concentrate, I can almost hear the laughter and music from the carousel, and smell the popcorn popping. The carousel would always mesmorize my infant daughter, and if she was crying, it’d make her stop every time. I hope others will look at your pictures as open minded as you were taking them. Perhaps someday I will be ready to share my photos as well.

Selena

By: skipabeat

skipabeat — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 05:30:11 +0000

I love you Michael more than life!

By: vincy

vincy — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 06:49:14 +0000

don’t sell to others@@i love michael!!forever:)
neverland had given him so many memories and us too.
i am very upset if sb destroies the memories…
plz*
michael had given out time,heart and even his life on helping people and chrildren in neverland,so please don’t sell it.

By: caris castillo

caris castillo — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 01:21:16 +0000

i love michael so much i am his age, thank you so much for sharing this wonder of neverland.

By: astor in Sweden

astor in Sweden — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 22:49:22 +0000

What a sad story – it must have been strange and heart-breaking to visit this place in the night, when Michael was no longer there. The story of Neverland saddens me almost as much as the story if Michael himself. It was created for joy and it was a part of his soul and his dreams, and he went away, never to find a home again before he died. I suppose he should not have left, should not have let the police officers raiding it, also destroy it for ever for him.

I’m glad he’s not buried there, because it must be the lonliest place on earth at night.

By: Sasha

Sasha — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 18:42:17 +0000

What a strange and lovely account. I especially like your description of the mood of the trip, and making the decision to go — “mentally turning over rocks” — as well as your conclusion, finding yourself on the “soon-to-end dreamscape of a truly magnanimous soul.” Very moving words, and the photos back them up. I particularly like the pictures of the carousel and the sculpture outside the train station. Beautiful job.

Rest in peace, Michael.

By: tiffofdoom

tiffofdoom — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 21:21:30 +0000

Thank you, to the author of these photos. I agree; I think Michael would smile, seeing this, and likely be delighted that you snuck into Neverland like a child, to try and save its spirit, on film.
The comments on this blog are as beautiful as the pictures, for the most part. Although it’s a shame Michael didn’t always see this kind of love and support when he needed it most, it’s amazing to see the love that was remembered or reawakened, once he was gone.

I hope he can see this, now.

I never got to see Neverland, and I now have three very young children who absolutely worship Michael. I introduced them to his music, but never told them what he was, what he meant to the world. That part, they just seemed to sense, all on their own. I just about fell out of my chair, when my oldest (7) said “He’s magic, like Peter Pan.”

The children just know. And that, I think, is the only redemption ever needed, in Michael’s case. I can still remember, as a teenager, first hearing the molestation accusations (the Chandler case), and thinking “Has the entire world gone INSANE? Of all the people who could ever hurt a child….you accuse MICHAEL?” It was absolutely surreal, and the Christ comparison was inescapable.
Michael was not God. But, every now and then, God shines through, a little more, in some people. And, invariably, the world will try and destroy those points of light. Michael, and James Barrie, were right – we grow up, and we go blind to love, to innocence.

In both molestation cases, the evidence against Michael was non-existent. Anyone with a brain, and Google, can quickly find the truth, and see that, despite the portrait painted by the media, both cases were built on lies and absolute silliness.

Or, you can, quite simply, ask a child. The grown children of Neverland, who testified for him. The countless children he helped, over the decades. His own children, so clearly healthy, happy, and well-raised. You can track down Jordan Chandler, ask him why he cut off his entire family, after being drugged and forced to accuse Michael.

Or you can ask a whole new generation of children, only now discovering his music, and message. Any child will tell you: Michael was never a monster. He is simply Love. A jaded, all-too-grown-up world just couldn’t see it.

Thank you, Michael. We still believe. Love you more.