They had this mega-watt attraction, they could be charming as hell, and cold as ice.
“You just wanted to be around them,” she said to Oprah.
But, she had been angry. She had been pissed off, too many times. So she ended it. No more games.
The second time, she had seen enough.
She was tough: a Crafter Artisan, very observant but not very self-reflective, and she was over her head. She left him, she cut him off. She didn’t want to think about, she couldn’t without going crazy. She finally moved on. She forgot.
It all came back to her. Her childhood with her father, and her marriage to Michael. It hit her. They were the same. Michael had even had told her that he was worried about dying like her father.
And he did.
Michael Jackson and Elvis Presley died of a drug overdose. Amazing Disgrace. Surrounded by their “vampires and spiders” as Lisa put it. She couldn’t stand it. And she couldn’t save them. She was over her head, always. Her father and her ex-husband had lived their lives, their way, god-like, and paid the ultimate price. Lisa Presley couldn’t do anything about – she was frozen out – as soon as she refused to go along.
What happens when Performer Artisans, those Brilliant Charmers, become god-like: The King of Rock and Roll, Elvis Presley, and the King of Pop, Michael Jackson? They get to create their own fantasy life. NOBODY within the “circle” can object to what is going on, or they will be frozen out. The verdict is clear. Death by mood pills: too many problems with sleeping. The cycling of moods. Uppers to get up for a performance, downers to get down from a performance. Uppers, downers, calmers, confusers, uppers, downers, uppers, downers…. for decades.
And Lisa was frozen out, first by her father, she not having choice in the matter – she was too young at the time. Second by her choice, she wasn’t going to be a party to Michael’s destruction. She was over her head, and it sure felt nice – for awhile.