Yesterday I was attending a church service at the First Spiritualist Church of West Allis. It was the second time I had been there. Suddenly, a woman with dark stringy hair and a velour black sweat suit wandered in and said “I want to talk with Michael Jackson.” She kept saying “I love him” and went up toward the front on the right aisle of the church. During the very quiet healing portion of the service, she kept saying loud enough for everyone to hear that she wanted to talk with Michael Jackson . She then sat down next to a woman sitting in a pew and said she loved Michael Jackson and wanted to know if he loved her too. The woman told her “I am sure he does.” She insisted on talking with Michael Jackson and got up and moved to the front of the church to find someone who would talk with Michael Jackson. Karen, the woman behind the pulpit came down and escorted her to the back of the church.
Once she was in a pew in the back of the church the whole congregation could hear Karen telling her she needed to be quiet. She kept insisting with Karen that she needed to speak with someone about her strong desire to connect with Mr. Jackson. Karen needed to go back to the front. I got up and volunteered to sit with the woman.
When I sat down next to her I whispered to her that she needed to be quiet for now. I asked her what her name was. I told her my name is Ann Day and shook her hand. She told me her name is Paula. I then asked how she got there. She said “Kelly from Grandview dropped me off.” I didn’t know what or where Grandview was. I asked her more about it. She said “it is far away from here.”
I asked her why she thought Michael Jackson was here. She said “I feel him around me.” I asked her if she could see him or hear him. She said no. I was trying to get her to think about other things so I asked her what she thought of Michael bleaching his skin. “He didn’t bleach his skin” and was astonished that I would even suggest that. I whispered to her that he used to look black a long time ago. She said she didn’t believe that. I also said he had a very nice house (I had seen photos of his house in an issue of Architectural Digest). She stopped asking about seeing someone to talk with Jackson. I sat and held her hand and stroked it and she seemed to calm down.
During the service Karen, the woman leading the service and Michael S., a psychic student, asked me to stand to give me a reading. I told them I’m not going to stand up and pointed to Paula. I felt if I would have stood up I would have had to drop Paula’s hand and doing that would have broken the spell I had over her. Another Michael Jackson episode might start all over again if I did that. They gave me my reading and other people their readings. Paula didn’t hear from Michael Jackson that day during the service. Michael or Karen didn’t offer to give her a reading but said that they would talk with her after the service when I was given my psychic reading. After a while Paula put her head on my shoulder and told me she loved me. I had been reassuring her that they would speak with her after the service.
Paula said she had to go to the bathroom before the service was over. I took her to the back and after she was done I had her sit on a couch in the back. She was very unsteady as she walked and I thought for a moment she may have been chemically challenged.
“I have all of his CD’s” Paula said. I asked her about Michael’s chimp. “You mean Bubbles?” she asked.
“Yes, Bubbles” I said. Paula told me that liked Bubbles. I asked her about Neverland. She didn’t seem to know what that was and I explained it to her. Neverland is an amusement park Michael Jackson built on his property. Not one time during the whole discussion did I bring up that I thought Michael Jackson was a pedophile. I was tempted, but stopped myself. I thought maybe if I told her that it might put an end to her undying adoration of a dead man.
I could hear the service ending and left Paula to ask Michael S. to come back and talk to her. He said he didn’t want to talk to her and I said “she has been waiting for you.” Michael went and sat with her and told her “I can’t just talk with Michael Jackson and it doesn’t work that way.” While he was doing that I went outside and talked with a man who was painting the building.
“Did you see a woman come into church late?” I asked.
“No” he said.
“She has been saying that she wants to talk with Michael Jackson. She said she loves him and was disrupting the service” I said. He laughed and shook his head and thought about it.
“Where is she now?” the painter asked.
“She is sitting right inside on the couch” I said. He went inside with me, walked past her and went to the bathroom. He took a look at her and went outside. I followed him out.
“There was a grey van that dropped a woman off. Another lady helped her to get inside” he said.
“Do you see the van out here now?” I asked.
“No I don’t” the painter replied. I talked to him a little about painting and that I thought a mural would look great on the wall. He said he doesn’t paint murals. I went back inside.
Michael S. was still on the couch talking with Paula. I told Paula that the service was over and it was time to go.
“What about Michael?” Paula asked.
“It isn’t going to happen today” I told her. We both told her the service was over and it was time to go. Michael S. and I got her up the stairs and out near where the painter was sitting. No one had come to pick her up. We waited a while. The painter suggested we call the police. I dialed 911 and got the Milwaukee County Sheriff’s Department.
The man on the phone asked “what is your emergency?” I described how disruptive Paula had been and how she was asking for Michael Jackson and how her eyes looked strange and that I didn’t know if she was on drugs or not. He transferred me to the West Allis Police Department. This new male dispatcher asked if she was bleeding or hurt or sick in any way. I said “mentally.” The man on the phone was trying to figure out why we needed them and continued questioning me.
When I finally said “she keeps asking for Michael Jackson and she says she loves him.”
The man asked “The Michael Jackson?” I said yes. He seemed to understand the problem after that. He asked me to describe her, how old she was, what she was wearing and right then a black van pulled up. I told the dispatcher someone had come to get her and I was sorry to have bothered them with this. He said it was okay and we hung up. Michael S. helped her to the van. Later Michael S. told us that Kelly had asked if Paula had communicated with Michael Jackson. Michael S. said he told her “no, not today and it doesn’t work like that.”
“Well I thought that was what you did at this church” Kelly said. They left after that.
When Michael S. told us this inside the church I commented “She should have come in with her instead of dumping her on us. Kelly had to know Paula could not be out in public alone.” Everyone seemed to agree.
Another woman spoke “She probably needed a break from her and left her here with us.” Some people came up and thanked me for sitting with her during the service.
Kelly was probably trying to help in her own way to end the repetitive requests from Paula about Michael Jackson. Kelly might have figured Paula would be able to speak with or believe she had spoken with Michael Jackson by taking her to a church where some of the members are known to be psychics. There is a belief at the church that they can communicate with the dead.
I thought about calling this place called Grandview and inquiring what their policy was on taking the inmates out and leaving them alone in public places, but I thought writing this might be enough.