Jim Morrison: Conversations with a Mystic
First and foremost, I would like to state that the following story is based on my personal encounters or visitations if you like – with the spirit/energy of Mr. Jim Morrison. The stories and events contained within are factual and are not meant to sensationalize or disrespect the legend and the man who is Mr. Jim Morrison in any way, shape or form.
In making this information public, it is my fond wish and intent to pay homage to Mr. Morrison, while simultaneously maintaining the greatest amount of reverence towards Ray Manzarek (RIP), Robby Krieger and John Densmore – the remaining members of The Doors. I hope after reading these passages, you will gain a greater understanding of why I felt compelled to share this information – and why I now consider Jim Morrison to be one of the greatest Mystics, Poets and Philosophers of our time.
Conversations with a Mystic
For months now, I have been thinking about how I could put the following information into writing. I also wrestled with whether or not I even actually wanted to put it into writing. What would people think? What would Ray Manzarek think? Would he be pissed off or would he be happy that someone appreciated his close friend for what and who he truly was? I have never had a problem sharing these type of narratives with my closest friends – but let’s face it – they know me and they are well aware of my abilities and the totally bizarre things that I experience on a daily basis.
Okay, so anyway , last night I was laying in bed doing my usual tossing, turning and dance of the insomniacs. All the while thinking about what, when, where and how to write this, when I suddenly heard Jim’s voice simply say: Start at the Beginning. So here I go – on Jim’s advice – I am going to take a deep breath and start at the beginning.
Up until last December of 2008, I knew very little of or about the legendary rock band The Doors. I was only 2-5 years old during their heyday, so unfortunately, I sort of just missed the whole Doors Era. What I did know however was; Jim Morrison was the lead singer, Ray Manzarek is reputed to be one of the best keyboard players of all time, a handful of their songs that are played on the oldies stations, and, I had once heard something about Jim being at the scene of a car wreck and the spirit of a dying Native American Indian jumping into his body. That was the full extent of my expertise on The Doors. Kind of embarrassing really since I consider myself such a connoisseur of great music!
Somewhere right around Christmas time last year, I began to be strangely drawn to Jim Morrison. Again, a bit humiliating to say, although I had always known of his existence, I never really had much of an interest in him other than a few popular songs I liked. Suddenly it seemed that everywhere I went, I saw references relating to Jim Morrison. Whether it was a picture on a Myspace page, a song on the radio, or a trip to the store and finding a Doors CD that was randomly put on a toothpaste aisle – it didn’t matter. It just seemed that he was trying to get my attention.
At that same time, I had already been having some very significant psychic occurrences going on with Native American Indian Spirits. So, I thought to myself, well I had heard Jim was connected with Indians somehow – so maybe I should pay a little closer attention to him.
The first step on my path to Jim Morrison Enlightenment was borrowing The Doors film by Oliver Stone. I thought I would watch it and see if anything jumped out at me or caught my attention – you know – like one of those encrypted messages type of things. Well, I watched it alright! After the movie, I just sat there – sat there – and sat there some more. I was really disappointed and for some reason I felt strangely sad, disquieted and well – basically just pissed off.
I was not really sure why I had those feelings after I watched the movie, but I did. Even though I knew nothing about Jim Morrison, I just felt like Mr. Stone (Oliver – that is) made a movie based on his own fantasies of what he wanted Jim to be – instead of what and who he actually was. I found myself deeply upset with Mr. Stone, wondering why he choose not to show the beauty, sensitivity and intelligence I was certain resided within Jim Morrison – but instead, depicted him as being sort of a thoughtless, selfish, sex, drugs and rock and roll type of guy who lacked any type of depth whatsoever.
Keep in mind here, I knew nothing about Jim – but I knew this representation of him just couldn’t be right!
One of my psychic abilities is that of Claircognizance which means you just know something. You don’t know why, how, what or when – and you can’t give an explanation – but you just know! My Claircognizance was working overtime that night, because I just knew there was so much more to Jim – well The Doors for that matter – and the movie was somehow a great injustice to all of them.
After being completely disillusioned by Oliver’s portrayal of Jim in the film, I thought perhaps this compulsion of mine towards Mr. Morrison was going to amount to nothing more than the discovery of some great new tunes to download onto my Ipod. Okay, I don’t actually own an Ipod, and I am horribly techno illiterate. But, if I did own one, and I actually knew how to download something, it would now definitely first be all The Doors albums!
Alrighty then, back to my story. Hmmm where was I? Ipod , techno-phobic , err… Ollie Stone…wanker … oh yes , yes, yes! I decided I wasn’t meant to receive this great cosmic illumination from Jim Morrison after all, and that I should just chill out and order a Doors CD. Since I didn’t know too much about their music, or what might be a good album to get me started on my road to The Doors Experience, I decided to look online for a greatest hits type CD to order. I found their 40th Anniversary double CD set of their greatest songs – um, and may I input here – if you’re a Doors fan, or even if your not, it is one amazing CD which I highly recommend you get your hands on!
Okay, once again, back to my story. Err, can you say attention deficit disorder? So, I put in my order (God Bless Amazon.com) and didn’t put too much more thought into The Doors or what if any type of message I was supposed to glean from Jim Morrison. That was that! (Or so it seemed – for the moment anyway!)
During that following long, gut wrenching, oh my god my CD is never going to come week – “it” finally happened! What is “it” you ask? One night I was woken up by the spirit/energy of Jim Morrison. Yes, you read correctly – I was woken up by the spirit/energy of Jim Morrison. He was right there sitting on my bed. Yes, you read that correctly as well – Jim Morrison was sitting on my bed! I thought to myself Alright man! I am having this really cool dream about Jim Morrison – please dont wake up! After a few seconds – which turned into several minutes – I realized this is no dream Kathleen, your wide awake, this is Jim Morrison!
The experience was amazing and out of this world – literally! It was all very different from any of the other visitations I have had with spirits and energies. This guy was STRONG!! To try and explain how strong he came through – let me just say, it would be just like you sitting next to any other person in the physical realm. I could touch him, I could feel him, and believe it or not I could hear his heartbeat. I have never in my entire time of working with spirits and energies ever had a stronger presence of anyone or anything. I couldn’t believe it! And after everything that has happened since, sometimes, I still can’t believe it.
That night was to be the beginning of my Spiritual Education Jim Morrison Style. On this initial visit, he didn’t just stay for a little while that night like most spirits do. Normally, they sort of just come, stay a short time, say what they need to say – then leave. Not Jim! He stayed all night. In fact, he stayed for about 4 days or so and hung out with me.
We were both having a good time and found ourselves talking for hours on end. Our conversations were no different from the ones you would have with your friend down at the pub. We covered every subject under the sun from walking through different dimensions, Native American ideologies, the state of the Universe, having similar childhoods and fathers, all the way back to laughing about lighter topics like Jim’s gospel on the merits of whiskey and twinkies.
Jim has visited me several times since that first night and has helped open my mind and liberate me in a way I never thought possible. What I came to find through our conversations was that Jim Morrison is not only a kindhearted, affectionate and sensitive artistic soul who is extremely intelligent and gifted with words – he was and is divinely connected to the Universal Truth.
Like any other artistic genius, he definitely had his share of demons. But in my opinion, Jim’s messages were entirely underestimated and probably severely misunderstood and twisted during his years in the spotlight. Jim had and has knowledge about the truths of the Universe that only a few of us ever manage to attain. He may have been a bit confused in his younger days of fame and fortune, but believe me when I say – he has got it right now – and his light shines brighter than ever.
What I now know to be true with all my heart, belief and sincerity – the whole reason I decided to write this – Jim Morrison is one of the greatest Mystics of our time and his higher conscience is working overtime to help heal humanity.
It is for that reason that I wanted to share just a glimpse of the type of thoughts in Jim’s head – Mysticism Morrison Style! One day he was coming through exceptionally clear and as he so often is – being especially deep and contemplative. I thought in my head, Man this is good stuff – I should write it down. And I did just that! I quickly grabbed a notebook and pencil, and began to take dictation of everything Jim was saying. The following conversation took place in the time span of about 25-30 minutes. I wrote continuously as fast as I could – and this is how it went:
Dictation from the spirit/energy of Jim Morrison:
We were joking around and then Jim got this look on his face – the one where you know that he is in deep thought and is getting ready to recite some poetry or say something very significant . He began in a very slow voice (try to imagine his voice if you will)
I like to sit on the ground
With grass beneath my feet
Grass, sand, earth its all the same (He takes a long pause here)
Where waves of a ferry grew tall, dark and scary
Where sailors drive across to the wild side
Where fisherman grin — we know where you’ve been
The tide rises and falls — (pause) — it rises and falls again
He immediately went into the next poem which is very personal and means the world to me.
So gentle you — there on your bed
Oh sweet mystic one — thoughts alone in your head
You came to me — or I came to you
The brilliance of both — we’d know what to do
Sunshine red — summertime blue
These earthly visions — too much for you
Help me through —
I’ll help you too
We’ll walk through the tides —
Onto the other sides
We’ll melt together —
Beautiful birds colorful feathers
And in the darkness of night —
We’ll stumble upon the light
One spirit be free forever
Tortured souls bound together
The next part is really interesting again he went right into this directly after the above poem he is giving me his take on reality
The problem with reality is that the people — (he takes a very long pause here as he is collecting his thoughts)
People let the universe dictate their reality–
If people lived within the reality they created for themselves, rather than be confined by the dictates of humanity — they would allow themselves to live a freer more fulfilling existence —
Limited by nothing and able to explore endless possibilities — other worlds, different dimensions — heaven on earth
Reality isn’t real — there is no such thing as reality — only man made precepts that destroy a man’s soul and expression
Humanity destroys life before it is barely given a chance to flourish — to grow and flourish
The whole concept of humanity is like a disgusting polluted river — in which one need not ever take a swim
I never let anyone — not society — nor the world tell me how to think , how to live — how to love
I played by my own rules. I pushed the limits — tested all the boundaries — and what I came to find — was that boundaries and limits dont even exist when your free in your mind — when you allow yourself to create your own existence —
The world would be a much happier place if only humans would allow themselves freedom of expression — to become the Artiste — and create their own painting — their own poetry — their own song — dare to dance with their demons and simultaneously embrace their own light — experience their duality — break out from their self-imposed prisons
Who made the f*cking rules anyway???
Man suffers at the hand of man — no one else. God isn’t out to get sinners — we are God — there is no separation — we all encompass and make up what is the God or Goddess —
There is no large angry man sitting in a chair passing down judgment and punishment on sinners — there is only man trying to suppress happiness —
From the time you are born you are told what you can’t do — you are given a directive of rules — rules to live by — rules to follow — what to do — what not to do — how you should think — what you should think — a slow and lasting strangulation of your soul — the mass lynching of humanity
Okay right here he sort of stops talking and starts smiling because he realizes he is getting really deep and his tone changes a bit more to half joking half serious because next he puts the Lucky Ones reference in – which is one of my all time favorite songs in the whole world by Paddy Casey
The lucky ones break free — the lucky ones — one of which was me
I didn’t run with the devil intentionally — the devil ran with me — I only tried to be —
Perhaps I could have known the god in myself a little better — but the chance is now — through you I get a suspended sentence a final reprieve
Unfortunately I had to stop there as we had an interruption and the connection was broken. There are so many more things I would like to tell you about my visits with Jim Morrison – including the time he took over my computer to guide me to a video. I hope that what I did manage to say about him will give you a new insight into the Man, Poet, Philosopher and Incredible Mystic that is Mr. Jim Morrison!
© 2010 by Kathleen A. McCoy.
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