I died in a bathtub in Paris, France, in 1971. At the time my name was James Douglas Morrison and I was the enigmatic lead singer of the greatest rock and roll band in history called the Doors. I vaguely remember the event in bits and pieces, the inevitable struggle between this world and the next. I remember my breathing becoming labored and heavy from the myriad of instances of opioid and alcohol use as I lay soaking in warm water of the still Paris night.
I ran away to Paris as I wrote in the song “The Soft Parade” to find myself again away from the spotlight of fame— “Can you give me sanctuary, I need a place to hide, a place for me to hide.”
Photo: The legendary Jim Morrison (far left) front man for the world famous band the Doors. In the song/poem “An American Prayer,” Jim laments, “Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.”
I also wrote in one of my final poems, “An American Prayer,” in the end “death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven’s claws.” I can still remember very vividly the day leading up to my death. I recall walking the streets of Paris and peering into store windows. I remember the repeated violent hiccups from years of self-abuse, then shooting the heroin itself in my apartment. The hot warm rush of the drug hit my bloodstream as I climbed through the string of multicolored beads strung artfully around the bathtub. The next thing I remember was looking over my body as my girlfriend Pamela Courson tried desperately to revive me. All I could remember thinking is, The music is definitely now over
In the ‘New Wine’ an exciting faith-based publication, first-time author Matthew Douglas Pinard delves into some of the greatest mysteries of all time. As he seeks to merge the secular left with the conservative right, using “two keys” to life on this earth.
Matthew attempts to answer some questions, such as:
‘The New Wine’, directly tackles every one of these questions with specific examples and photographic evidence of “the Other Kingdom,” which lies at the tips of our fingers on Earth in this present day.•
On June 3rd, 2020 one day after the mysterious “eyes” appeared in the clouds in our skies near Prescott Valley, Arizona this deadly and rare “derecho” swept across New Jersey with 90 m.p.h. winds killing four people.
The Extra Ordinary Minister of Holy Communion said prayers for the reception of the Eucharist, symbolizing the actual body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ, and opened his Pyx to give communion to a sick parishioner.
“The Veil Rent,” which is the title of this book, refers to the event following the crucifixion of Jesus Christ on the cross. As he bowed his head and said “It is finished,” an earthquake struck and the veil inside the temple in Jerusalem was torn in two, or “rent.”
