The first post will be published after the second, it’s a shame but why not…
Here are some shots of my sacred ground, the Père Lachaise, and mostly the pictures of my Service for Sannion on Jim Morrison’s grave.
Unexpected and sacred events always occur around and in this cemetery. A flight of ravens ; an excentric guide who kisses you on the forehead because you’re French and young and yet you know Richard Wright ; a guide that tells you to go pray and find your love at Abélard’s grave (which was the case of my friend who was with me) ; the grave of child which energy jumps to your face as if its burial was yesterday ; tombs that are ruined…
Weird winged guardians and mysterious life
Entrance to the sacred ground, the tree that was still free in June has been protected now, but the lampost is still there for the fans’ prayers and words.
Sannion’s Hymn I read in front of the grave, which I folded afterwards and inserted inside a bouquet left by other people. Anyone can step forward and read it in front of the grave now.
I always start with Jim, because it makes a first nice cuircuit, the beginning of a big loop. I also went to Isadora Duncan’s grave, who happens to be near her two children and her mom, there was a slight feeling of tragedy around, then I moved to say hello to Richard Wright again. He is so hidden at ground level behind a staircase, and nobody visits… and yet not yesterday ! We met into this very strange, energetic guide who ran to us crying “Oh, you know him ???” “Are you French ?” “wow you are young” “this is fantastic”… Richard, it was your day, and I hope you’ll get remembered like this since I first visited you with Ryan ! We searched for Sarah Bernhardt but she’s really a pain to find.. no trace yet. Allan Kardec’s grave was surrounded by people looking for sensations, old women that looked down on us, hushed us with their eyes. Oh my, I wanted to cry “you’re so desperate to touch his grave like that and hope for a sign to prove yes you have some abilities ! he’s long gone girl” But you know, let people care for the dead in their own way… we passed our tour. Wandering around the tombs is always such a quiet activity, and you make such encounters either animals, tree or else between the lines… I was heart broken by the grave of a very child (1994-2000 or so) which bore the energy of her mother’s agony. After that I felt an oppression that couldn’t leave and was too affected by some grave, so the circle was closed and we walked out.
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