Michael Jackson and us - why his life and death mean so much - for we are he?

The eternal child - Peter Pan - ageless - always a boy - loves toys. Michael Jackson? But maybe also us. Stuck as a child. Maybe us?

I read this passage yesterday in Steven Pressfield's new book Killing Rommel - a book not about Killing Rommel but about growing up. As many reviewers have called it - "A lesson in Honor"

"Stein has a theory about inner evolution. A man matures, he believes from archetype to archetype: from Son the Wanderer to Warrior and from there, if he is lucky to Lover, Husband, Father, King Sage and Mystic..."

This is surely the journey that is open to us all - there are the feminine versions of this too ending of course with Crone.

I think that we are stuck, as MJ was, in the earlier phases of adolescence. MJ and Farrah Fawcett too, embodied our stuckness with YOUTH and its primary energy, the denial of our death.

When we deny death, we deny life and true creation. We deny the chance to become so in later life so big that we start to meld again into the fabric of the universe - like an infant who comes from that place.

For the Crone and the King Sage meld into the Mystic and become one human - the Mystic melds into the universe itself and has all its power available. This is the fullness of a life's potential.

But as eternal teenagers, we remain stuck in Neverland and we become bankrupt in every way. We can never nourish other life.

I think that this is why millions fel so bad today. They have seen part of themselves die and they see how sad and tragic a life that is stuck can be.