Once upon a time, in a secret forest clearing, there was erected a temple to the Old Gods. On that sacred ground, witches gathered from neighboring lands to celebrate the Grand Sabbat of Samhain, to light the bonfires, and embrace the coming darkness of winter without fear. Around that temple lay an old cemetery, and there they circled to honor the Mighty Dead of the land, blood and Spirit… especially the Spirit of Jim Morrison, as an incarnation of Dionysus.
Into their temple, they welcomed an honored Priest, flown in from distant lands, there to teach and lead their rites. Pan Mankey was his witching name, golden haired, and laughing, all coy charm, reverence, and sincere badassery. He raised his bottle of cider, and his voice spoke out the invocations, unlocking the wild witches from all fettered convention. Together, they enacted The Morrison Ritual, Lo, that fateful sabbat day.
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THE Doors legend Jim Morrison 'faked his own death' and is living as an ageing homeless hippy in New York, according to a conspiracy theorist.
Last July 3, 2015 was the 44th death anniversary of Jim Morrison, the lead singer of that transcendent rock band, the Doors. A month before, after years of planning to visit Morrison’s gravesite at Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Eastern Paris, I got to do so and commune with one of the fallen idols of my youth.
The Death Chronicles is a new series of articles that will run for 12 months. Each week I will pick two music celebrities who passed away within the month we are in. This week I’d like to feature two who were taken from us on the same day, Jim Morrison and Brian Jones.
Jim Morrison was clearly not in a good way when he headed off for Paris during the mixing of the Doors' L.A. Woman album in early 1971. But for a time, those close to him held out hope that he'd be able to sort through his personal issues and find his way back to a state of physical, emotional, and creative well-being. Those hopes were dashed on July 3, 1971, when the singer's body was discovered by his girlfriend Pamela Courson in the bathtub of the apartment they shared.