A Jim Morrison Mystery in Paris

[@myraa221]

I'm glad I come across your video...Just like you had, I have a friend who passed away just days ago. She was only 17 years old. I love to hear your experience on this and also believe that artists, Jim, appreciate our appreciation of their work and so, smile from above ❤

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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.

[@myraa221]

@@markrickerbyadventurestories Thank you ❤

[@mabel222nunez]

what a beautiful way of narrating, very unique story, thanks for sharing

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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

[@lindydomanick8498]

❤😊What a beautufully inspired gift for ur girls🎉It will be priceless to them! Soooo happy ur channel came to me...what a breath of fresh air, THANK YOU😊❤

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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

[@johnknottenbelt2727]

A lovely story. I could feel the peace that revealed your discovery to you. Life comes after life itself has passed, giving light to the darkness that many wrap themselves in, while searching for the light. I journeyed to Jim's music & poetry, as a teenager in the 60s. I had a similar experience aged 11, when my mother, her sister, a trained nursing sister & I were travelling back home at 'near dusk'. As we cane around a bend in the road, we saw that two vehicles travelling in different directions gad struck each other head on. The road seemed to be covered in rubies, but it was the shattered windows of the vehicles mixed with the blood of the injured. My aunt insisted in stopping to see if she could be of assistance. My mother who was a trained herbalist healer, joined her, while I was told to remain in the vehicle. Both vehicles had a total of about 12 people in them, most of whom were either dead, dying or severely injured. The moaning & crying that eminated from the injured, was other wordly & rejained with me to this day. As did the memory of what I'd witnessed. There were many thoughts we shared. Life is but a stage for learning & we should make good use to discover ourselves before we search 'without'. Travel safely, friend. 😊

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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.

[@anima6035]

The youtube algorithm knows me so well, i dont know if i should be grateful or scared 😂 i guess both will do. Beautiful story and video ❤

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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. 👻 😀

[@moonmarie281]

"We don't lose people when they pass, we give them back" ... something like that someone said. i thought it was neat. what if he was scared of death because of the mystery? the fear locked with an ultimate knowledge that his brilliant mind could identify with as parallel but not a straight line, as he was a mystery to himself. death seems easier than life at times... not so many hang-ups (no pun intended), quizzes that are rudimentary leading to confusion, getting farther from a truth that is inherent and only forgotten because of the silly games we become. Death....It's pretty straight forward....it will inevitably happen. it can be trusted - people....not so much sometimes. They are the silly mystery that's not exciting. Their sort of play is not profound, but heartbreaking without much to gain. through death, some gain many friends they never knew, but these rare , new friends expect nothing from them anymore and delve into the seeker's mystery with love and curiosity that appears unconditional.

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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

[@jackwild8019]

I went to the Perelachaise to see Jim Morrison's grave back in October 1989. It was a foggy day and also surreal. A French girl showed me a around. I remember there was a handful of people there. I remember some of their faces. I wonder where they are now. Or where were they from ? This was before the Oliver Stone movie came out. An aroma of hash hung in the air. And I just looked at Jim's grave rapt in the moment. It was here back in 1971 that the mystique of Jim Morrison was born. And I was there on a foggy day back in October 1989. Surreal to me 🏛

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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. :)

[@KathyTellez-ec4rv]

Beautiful story, I enjoyed listening. You have a wonderful way of story telling that keeps me wondering what happens next? I think of the afterlife sometimes but I try not to focus on it much and keep busy and cherish the moment I am in. Thank you for sharing .

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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. :)

[@eternalriver7866]

27 is so young. I visited his grave a few weeks ago. I was scared a little and I’ve visited Jack the Ripper victims and wasn’t that scared. Other visitors came and I was relieved. A sad place and an empty feeling in that space - even for a graveyard

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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.

[@bloodpoetvids]

That was great. It moved me, what an experience.

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

Thank you very much!

[@ronjohnson6045]

Profound and provocative. The deepest adventure yet. A new window into the author's artful soul, and a reminder that without dark there is no light; at least in the human experience. Another journey into a life well lived. Thank you MR.

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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.

[@bobwirth9256]

Awesome story , thanks for sharing .

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

Thanks for listening, Bob. ⚔️

[@mdlfree642]

It was so good to hear this story again with all the details Mark. You are an amazing storyteller. I was transported and thoroughly enjoyed your journey as well as this tribute to Jim Morrison. It all makes sense 🙏🙏🙏

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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

[@DwayneFeeley]

Love it ❤ Great video 🏆

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. 😀

[@seanfontaineofficial]

I enjoyed the story. Really intriguing

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

Thanks, Sean.

[@ManuelaLopes-lp9wt]

😍🤩

[@axejokertv5336]

pretty good man,I had imagined you'd do it like a dream where you and Jim hung out all night.So your take took me off guard,but it was real and so I very much enjoyed your story....so i'll tell you what you told Jim "thanks!"

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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.

[@desertrose1226]

A beautiful story! Thanks for sharing 😊

[@ManuelaLopes-lp9wt]

🫶☮️🪷🌻

[@gregorykrug8034]

I am 0.000% religious, but I hope there is something else. I am afraid of dying because I assume that we all just fade to black.

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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.

[@OswaldBeef]

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

[@gregorykrug8034]

@@OswaldBeef Good theory, but no one knows.

[@OswaldBeef]

​@@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.

[@KimberlyBishh]

It'll be like dreamless sleep

[@fowchiiiliedpuppiesdied]

Of course, he was wasted most of his adult life, bro. While his sentiments, I believe are accurate, the state of mind he chose to live in, speaks to his fear more than his sense of peace. This is the only issue I take, with people who are addicts, considered “artists” when they run from the very thing it takes to make art. Sober people do as well, don’t get me wrong, there are many ways to avoid ourselves, outside of addiction, but addiction is the most literal and obvious way. As an artist, former fine arts professor who left academia, in disgust of corruption, I just can’t reconcile this glaring contradiction - this is why art has suffered so in the mainstream as it is so absorbed in post-modernist nihilism - in complete opposition to the essence of the human spirit; the “creativity”. The idea of hippies and the 60s as the embodiment of something pure, to me, is also a fallacy when it is in fact, very superficial. In my experience it is about avoidance, under the guise of peace and love.

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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.

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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[@vicvega3614]

Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain South cruel bindings The servants have the power Dog-men and their mean women Pulling poor blankets over our sailors I'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the TV tower I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed They are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour? Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders Smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best Until its other jaw reveals incest And lose obedience to a vegetable law I will not go Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family Jim Morrison This is one of my favorites by Jim. The Doors and the Beatles have always been tied at 1 for the best bands ever for me, ever since i was very young ive loved them. Jim had a very high IQ and i truly believe he went into another dimension or something when he performed, its hard to describe but its like a shaman, Jim explained it as like a trance and the audience went on a trip with the band. Energy never dies so i very much believe there is something else just like how new stars are born our energy also gets reborn 🌟

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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

[@me67226]

You showed a burbank cemetary.

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

Correct. That’s because the story started at the cemetery in Burbank. I held the private seance there before leaving for Europe.

[@joeysanguine3596]

There is no life after death ; only decomposition of a human corpse

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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.

[@desertrose1226]

Lovely.

[@rickmorgan8856]

Not true. 1 Corintnians 15 : 1 - 4 KJV

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

@@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.

[@seagullpoet]

Proof - conjuring up ghosts ?

[@markrickerbyadventurestories]

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.