Over the last few days, I felt like the Spirit of Jim Morrison was tapping me on the shoulder because I just couldn't get him or the music of the doors off my mind. This isn't the first time it's happened, but since I've moved back to LA, it's been happening more frequently and with an increasingly stronger call. Ironically, this picture I recently found of Jim and his soul-partner Pamela strikes an almost eerie resemblance of my beautiful friends who just married the other night. Anyhow, last night I watched The Doors film (for the millionth time) starring a stunning performance by Val Kilmer and still felt the need to drive around LA listening to their greatest hits until late into the night. I definitely feel a connection with Jim and many of his ideals. I can also feel with super-sensitivity all of the pain he experienced during his short embodiment on the planet. I like to think that if I were friends with him during his life, that I would do everything in my power to get him to realize that the heavy drinking and drugs were just taking him away from the true doors to freedom he was always seeking after.
However, even if I somehow could have gotten through to him in the late '60s (fat chance), it still wouldn't have been my job, nor right, to attempt to "convert" him away from the destructive path he was on. In the infinite picture, everything serves a purpose. All we can do, all we must do is strive tolet, rather than to get. We don't need to preach and we definitely don't need to complain, simply live by example, the vibrant life we wish for our loved ones.
Thinking out loud -Jim brother, what are you trying to tell me? Perhaps you're simply lending me some of the Spirit of creativity that you once mastered how to work with? Let me know! And in the meantime, if you could somehow inspire someone to write a sequal to The End, I hope that it would be called The Beginning!
