The woman Jim Morrison loved
The one he wanted to share his life with until the end
The only woman in Jim's life who really mattered
The one who stayed with him while he was sick and suffering from an undiagnosed illness

I feel sad and sorry that Jim left her in those circumstances
He did not want to. I am sure.
He loved her. He never wanted to leave her. He never wanted to say goodbye.
She tried to help, but she could not go beyond the doctors bad diagnosys, who could?
If she wanted money or not, if she liked money or not - who doesn't?
People want money because they want a comfortable life, they want to feel protected.
That is not an issue to me, it never was because I know that what people really want is the love of the community and the safety of having assistance if they need it. The world would not be so paranoid and worried for money if compassion was our daily routine.
But look all around. People fight each other, they fight me, they fight you. They show no compassion for each other's Karma and troubles.

The misunderstandings about this whole story is only happening because the truth is not told, that Jim committed suicide because he could not understand his illness. When I die I never never want that the truth is hidden from my family, from my friends, from the world, from me. I never never want to be reborn and face this situation of not being able to let go because something is not right.
For many years I could not identify that it was suicide, how could I? I wanted to live. Inside of my heart I could not identify with it. Something was incomplete inside me and I had to understand it, to be able to go on, to progress, to forgive myself and others.
The books matter little to me, my knowledge must come from inside me, not the books. I was never satisfied with books. The books will not make me experience my reality, they only fancy imagination. I needed to understand why the vomitting, why the allergies, why the waking up in the middle of the night feeling breathless, why the stool was bloody, why the pain on the chest, why having loss weight, why feeling cold, why eating and feel bloated, why coughing, why hemorrages.
So illness came and illness showed me a pattern, a cycle, a repetition that alerts me and awakes me.
I thank Buddha.
Maitreya Maitreya
Friend of the Heart
Friend of my Heart
I love you Eternally
Forever in your arms
Your Disciple


May all Sentient Beings be Happy