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Very interesting perspective. I’m a writer and have never been addicted to anything, which is saying something because my only sibling died of a heroin overdose at 37 after being addicted to one thing or another since he was 15 or so. There have been other addicts in my family, and my parents were from Ireland so there’s “the gene” to contend with, but I’ve always felt that if I am so weak that I need to alter my body chemistry to enjoy myself or be creative, I don’t deserve to have either. What I do appreciate about the drug-addled hippy movement is that at least they had a noble goal (peace and love), something larger than themselves they were reaching for, and spiritual transcendence, even if their methods were sometimes foolish. I have another story here about interactions with a group of flower children. I’ll share the link below in case you’d like to listen to it. Thanks for your thoughtful opinion on this.

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Why do you think you were scared? In my own experience, my fear is in proportion to my lack of faith, and my faith has taken a beating with every death I’ve experienced, and the prolonged illness that preceded them - my father, mother, brother, best friend, and a dozen others. The idea that it’s all a sham and that we don’t go on scares me. If there’s no heaven and goodness isn’t rewarded, or evil punished, then this world is meaningless. That’s what scares me. Not ghosts or even the devil. Oblivion. I’m trying to rebuild my faith because I want to see them all again. I hope I win the battle. When I went to Jim’s grave in my twenties, death was romantic. I made a pageantry of it. It would never touch me.m, or so I convinced myself. . It’s a grim reality now. I don’t visit graveyards much anymore. I’m more interested in living deeply than investigating death. I guess I feel that the more deeply I live and feel, the more I will steal death’s satisfaction. But even that is probably childish. As far as eternity goes, we’re all forever cavemen staring at the moon and wondering what the hell it is.

@@markrickerbyadventurestoriesI assume I was scared…or ‘alert’ is because I felt another presence. The air was thick and something or someone else was there. Like I stated, I’ve visited many cemeteries and never felt this before. I know what you are talking about with what you went through. I went from a really hardcore Christian to accepting God wants me and won’t leave me even though I ran a lot. And have a lot of questions. But….i did thank that too. I thought why not just sin and screw everything else. But, God will block that door lol and…..we always see evil people getting thier ‘karma’ regardless. So for now I choose to keep faithing it. I pray you get your hearts desires ❤

@@markrickerbyadventurestoriesalso, he was buried in a foreign country alone. He was only visiting Paris for a few months and unexpectedly died, buried alone, with a sad funeral of a few people attending, who flew back to the US. He should have been taken home. Maybe his spirit is calling for help to go home

@@eternalriver7866 I remember hearing that. That is sad. I was living in Los Angeles when this story happened, so I would have been heading back to his home turf. Maybe you're right! But I hope the spirit has no limitations and he can go anywhere he wants to now, whenever he wants. Remember his lyric - "Imagine what will be - so limitless and free". :)

@@eternalriver7866 Sounds like we have lived parallel lives in many ways. I'm also a big fan of River. The poster for Stand By Me (my favorite movie) is on my office wall. I pray you achieve your heart's desires, too. Please keep in touch. I'll have a new video going up in the next week or so.

Hello and thank you for listening and sharing that harrowing story. Ironically, as I'm sure you know, Jim wrote about a similar experience (a car crash) in a poem called Dawn's Highway. I really appreciate your insights. Someone once said this to me and I pass it along to you - "You've got a knapsack full of living". Thanks for sharing some of it with me.

Thank you very much!

I’ve felt the same way at times when horrible things happen to good people, but life still feels like a mystery to me, not like nothing, so I believe there is more, and nobody knows exactly what. Nobody living really knows, or can know.

Lovely.

Not true. 1 Corintnians 15 : 1 - 4 KJV

@@rickmorgan8856 There have been approximately 3000 religions since human beings showed up 300,000 or so years ago. Jesus didn't arrive until 2000 years ago. Not sure why He waited 280,000 years, but that's another mystery. Every follower of those religions, most of which also have texts written by followers of someone, thinks their version is correct. No religious book can be considered proof, IMO. Men and women exaggerate, especially when striving for power, or validation. I hope our version is the correct one, but I've never been able to consider second or third-hand accounts to be scientific proof of any of the claims contained in them.

Your recollections of Pere Lachaise are very similar to my own. I was there in 1992, not long after you went. I remember a girl dressed all in black blasting "White Wedding" on her Walkman. I was also shown around by a French girl, as I mention in the story. I also wonder where the friends I made on the road are today. The Oliver Stone movie definitely made Jim's work more accessible to a new generation, and Val was his usual awesome self in the role. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me. Nice to e-meet a fellow wanderer. P.S. Did you know you share the same name with the child actor in HR Pufnstuf? That must have been fun when you were a child. :)

Not so much conjuring as apparently being directed by one, whether Jim himself or someone with a very strange sense of humor. In all of Paris, on the same day that I visited Jim’s grave, I accidentally ended up across the street from the building where he lived? Seems too coincidental to be accidental.

I feel the same way. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, and that poem. It’s one of his best for sure.

Thanks, buddy. Yes, he was very much like you, and from the same “neck of the woods”. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a blessed 2024.

Well said! Thanks for watching. Merry Christmas! 🎄🎁

Thanks, Phil! I appreciate that. I hope you know I have always held you in the highest regard, too. Let’s talk more often this year. Miss you, buddy. Merry Christmas! 🎄🎁

Thank you, Kathy! It was a special night, that’s for sure. Thanks for listening. 😊

Thank you, Amy! I can’t tell you how much that means to me, especially coming from you. And thank you for providing the platform for all the stories to be told. I’m eternally grateful. ❤️

Very interesting. I like the way you think. It’s always refreshing to encounter an active mind. Thanks for watching.

Thanks, Monique. The channel is mainly a legacy project for my daughters so they (and someday their children) can see and listen to these stories rather than just read them. Of course, I still need to feed them, so I wouldn’t mind at all if the channel got a few million subscribers. This may be a bit difficult because the stories are 6 to 10 minutes long, and most people don’t have the patience to listen to long stories anymore. The “average watch time” in the analytics show that most people leave halfway through the videos. That and the fact that mean prank and soft porn channels get millions of subscribers is disheartening, but I’m not insulted by it because life is so fast paced now, people just want to get the information quickly and get out. However, there are still plenty who do watch and enjoy the stories from start to finish, so I’m fine with this being a niche channel. Eventually, I’ll find my tribe just like we do in real life with close friends. Aside from all that, it’s just a lot of fun to narrate the stories and then see what my graphic artist friend does with them. As with all creations, they’re each like children that go out into the world, take on a life of their own, make friends, and do amazing things that have nothing to do with me. I hope this answers some of your questions. Thanks very much for your interest

Thanks for your response Mark.. I totally understand what you mean. Same thoughts and idea here too. Thank you for taking me on this journey of you too. ❤️🌱🌳🌎🕊✌🏼🌏🙏🏼

Thank you for your wonderful comment. I’m so happy you came to my channel! I appreciate the encouragement. Take care. 💜

Thanks for watching, Mabel. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 😊

I’m very sorry to hear about your friend’s passing, and so young. I know words usually fall flat when pain is worst but a poem that has given me comfort after my own losses (most recently my best friend three months ago) is called “Death is Nothing At All” by Henry Scott-Holland. I hope it does the same for you. I’m glad this video helped you feel better, too. Comments like yours make all the effort worth it. We’re all pilgrims on the same bumpy path and should be helping each other. Thanks for watching. Wishing you peace.

@@markrickerbyadventurestories Thank you ❤

That’s true but I think most people don’t hear insecurity in his music or other recorded works. I hear pain, rage, turmoil, and righteous indignation, but never insecurity. As is the case with many artists, maybe escaping from the shyness and anxiety when performing was the reason for that.

@@markrickerbyadventurestories oh I see what you mean my bad very cool take

Thanks@@VaultDwellerAlex

True, but I was referring to the stated goal and philosophy of the hippy movement, which was peace and love.

However it happened, I’m glad you found your way here. Thanks for letting me know you enjoyed the story. If you like true stories about supernatural events, please subscribe. There are others posted and many more in the pipeline. 👻 😀

Of course it is, Laddy! Your Scottish ancestors are calling you home. Let’s meet there and have a pint. You take the high road and I’ll take the low road and - well, you know. 😂 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

That’s a wise attitude. When I was younger, I made a pageantry of death because getting old and dying was so far away that I couldn’t even imagine it happening to me. I was “worrying about midnight in the morning” as the old saying goes. But as I’ve gotten older and realized that I will not be spared, I’ve become more interested in living fully so that when I die, I won’t feel like I squandered my one, precious life being afraid of the end, or complaining about things I can’t control anyway. Regarding what happened next - I had a wonderful time in Paris and saw a lot of other countries in Europe before running out of money. The last night I was there, I had less than $15 left and had to choose between a meal and a bed. I chose a meal (it was spaghetti Neapolitan, Greek style), then snuck under the fence surrounding the Acropolis, explored the ruins alone in the dark, and read poetry by candlelight in a cave. That story is here too. It’s called “More Kindness Than Danger”. The feeling I got from all the Jim Morrison “coincidences” that this world is not all there is stayed with me and helped me enjoy the rest of the adventure much more. Thanks again for listening and for your thoughts on this. You got me thinking. :)

Thanks, Kathy. 💜

Thanks for listening, Bob. ⚔️

Thanks, Sean.

I understand how you feel. I have a lot of questions too, which is why I write stories like this when something mysterious and unexplainable happens. I’m trying to “make sense of these scattered impressions” in my own way, and write myself sane one story at a time. As I mentioned in the story, I also started studying near-death experiences because the best way to know the road ahead is to ask those coming back. I can also say that enough bizarre things have happened to me for me to know with certainty that there’s an afterlife, but I don’t think anyone knows exactly what it’s like. So my humble advice is to take heart. There is more than this world. Wishing you peace.

It won't be black or empty or anything so don't worry my man. By that point it will seem white and full until it's everything and nothing at the same time. A new thing

@@OswaldBeef Good theory, but no one knows.

​@@gregorykrug8034after replying here I read some other comments. One below was mentioning that without darkness there is no light. Interresting I thought In brief reflection I was also speaking to this idea but the other way around. Without light, there is no darkness.

It'll be like dreamless sleep

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. 😀

Thanks buddy. Yeah, the old “and then I woke up” bit is one of the oldest writing cliches and to be avoided at all costs. These events made me believe that there’s a fabric to our experiences, and probably our entire lives. Or maybe God just has a twisted sense of humor sometimes. 😂 Thanks for listening and for your comment. I appreciate it.

Thank you, Ron. You are so right. Nobody wants or likes the bad stuff, but it gives us something to compare the good to, and makes us appreciate it more. Anyone who has ever survived a tragedy and prayed not for fame and fortune but simply a return to normal will know what I mean. Khalil Gibran wrote, the more deeply sorrow carves into your being, the more joy it can contain. I think that’s true. Thanks again for listening, and for your kind thoughts.

I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for letting me know. 😃

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it.

Thanks, Ron! 😃

Thanks, Lee Ellen! ❤️

Thanks Lee Ellen! 😀

Thank you for your wonderful comment. I have had my ups and downs with faith, but I always return to the question, “Does life feel like nothing, or does it feel like a mystery?” It feels very mysterious to me. I could tell twenty stories (and will on this channel) of experiences like this one that are too coincidental to be accidental. I have seen spirits, thought about someone a moment before they called me, and “guessed” what someone else was thinking too many times to think there’s no such thing as a soul, or spiritual connection to others. One night, I dreamed that an elderly woman was choking. The next morning, I got a call from my mother saying she was up all night choking. It was the first time it had ever happened to her. Coincidence? Anyway, thanks again. Love you too, buddy!

Thank you, Kelly. I find that these mystical events usually happen when I’m alone. The next story will be about a miracle that happened to me in the Scottish highlands. I was on a bike then too (though the kind with pedals) and in a much different climate. It was a real mind-bender. Thanks for watching! 😊

Thanks, Christia! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for listening! 🌞