Was Michael Jackson cloned?
The intricacies of human cloning must be pretty delicate and shrouded in mystery, as its operationalization tends to stir my curiosity. In my lifetime, I have been aware of the cloning of a sheep, Dolly, I think it was in the 90s or thereabout. But, that cloning was applicable to human beings was unheard of until recently, at least to me.
The original “McCoy”
In the last post, I alluded to a report on the alleged death of the “authentic” Michael Jackson in 1979. He purportedly died of drug overdose at a party in the company of Elizabeth Taylor . His identity would be usurped by a cloned impostor, who most definitely had the endorsement of Hollywood big wigs and the Jackson family. This news has caused me to ponder about the music industry as a generality and many questions have beclouded my mind. Strangely, for the remainder of the clone’s existence, the same Elizabeth Taylor would publicly play the role of mother figure, always seen in his company at public events and not Katherine Jackson.
MJ and Elizabeth Taylor
In pondering, I am compelled to reflect on the image machine utilized to propagate Michael Jackson II’s stardom to the world. I remember the razzmatazz, media propaganda and innumerable stories which trailed the character. I remember the heavy security network that accompanied him, wherever he went. What was all these drama about, for just a singing man? Sometimes, he even adorned the garb of a military officer. I wonder what made him so special to cause fainting spells and screams from fans present at his “lip-synching” (did you observe that, because I did) concerts.
I have also caught myself pondering on the probability of a melanated Michael Jackson siring children with no iota of physical resemblance to him. Assuming that the fire accident led to the extreme aesthetical transition as alleged, did the fire also adversely transform his melanated spermatozaos to caucasian? I remember the odd nose jobs which kept morphing every other day. I remember asking myself the possibility in a racially bifurcated and bigoted world, for a black man to enjoy such massive mainstream acceptability and adulation.
In the real world, we are all witnesses to anti-black sentiments. Was this a case of Fanon’s Black Skin, White mask or was this simply catfishing? It seemed scripted to me. I remember the grandiosity of his funeral in 2019 and my speechlessness, when my friends who were holidaying in Greece at the time, told me that they had watched the live broadcast while there. The whole world stopped that day and it made me wonder, who the hell this man was?
With every sense of honesty, I do not have any answers but only conjectures in my head which suggest certain implications. The first would be that we have been fooled and bamboozled. We were sold a character because the transition from a brown skinned man to a completely unrecognizable person, supported and authenticated by “family” as the “real thing” always left me confused.
I conjecture that the music industry has been founded on falsehood which entraps young and talented people, who are gullible and bewitched by the promises of fame and fortune. Once, they are assimilated into the false system and their musical ingeneity is apparent to all and sundry, these impressionable souls are deleted and replaced by clones, in order to keep the money machine running without resistance. As consumers, we have spent money and channelled our precious energies towards unreal characters, while the Music big wigs smile to the bank. We have energized illusory characters and made them real.
Many times, we have been bombarded by media images of music artists and even actors/actresses with bodily augmentations. Nose reconstruction, boob jobs, face lifts, botox injections, hair transplant and so much more. I conjecture that surgical operations are a means of placing new characters before the public, hidden in plain sight wearing the garb or costume of the original characters , who already enjoyed public goodwill and had well established public identities that are recognizable. To douse any tension, the public is told that artist xyz recently had a certain operation, whereas the character is just a clone or replica.
The figure that comes to mind is the new Madonna in 2024. There is no way, any one can convince me that that woman is the one who sang “Last night, I dreamt of San Pedro……” in 1986. Even Beyonce looks strange these days and a far cry from the Destiny’s Child or “Crazy in Love” version . As much as I love Whitney Houston, I believe that the original was eliminated and replaced over time. Oprah has looked different over the years, and so have Halle Berry, the Clintons, and many celebrities who we love and admire. Like Shakespeare stated, the world is a stage and many characters have played before us, who we have mistook for the originals.
You might think that this is some wild and crazy imagination, but we live in a crazy world where unimaginable occurences are being relived on a daily basis. As days go by, I am persuaded that the world is bound to witness the true nature of reality and the depth of the deceptive rabbit hole, we all have been shoved into.
In conclusion, I am convinced beyond every reasonable doubt that Michael the second or MJ, as he was called, was not the original from the “Off The World” days. I hope that I am wrong, but we shall see!
