Rock Stars Are the Next Gods

I’ve always been fascinated by early Christianity because it maps out the process of deification. Jesus was a real person who was eventually worshipped as a god and there’s a pretty decent paper trail showing how it happened. It fascinates me because we don’t have such things for figures like Orpheus and Heracles, gods who might have very well started out as people too. It’s easy to trace the worship of a specific deity and chart how it spreads, it’s even possible to pinpoint the location where a deity was first worshipped. It’s much harder to figure out why such and such figure emerged as a god. Answering that question with “well they needed a moon goddess” doesn’t offer much in the way of real explanation. What would be nice to have is stuff like “Xerxes had a dream where Astarte announced herself” but that doesn’t happen all that often.

Last week I was back in the Midwest visiting relatives and doing friend things so I missed out on most of the “Superheroes as gods” blog argument. I don’t care if you worship The Avengers as gods, and if that’s your bag it’s completely fine. All I ask is that you don’t lay it on me out of nowhere doing ritual. It’s not something I want to do, and it’s not something that makes any sense to me. I love Batman (and probably more than the next guy) but he’s a story telling vehicle, not a deity. Sure, I was near tears and speechless at the end of The Dark Knight movie, but it wasn’t a religious experience. That wasn’t “Batman” on screen, it was Christian Bale and when the house lights came up I was completely aware of that reality.

Jim Morrison on the other hand was not a character played by an actor, he was a very real person. The songs he sang came out of his life experience. To me, those songs are far more “real” than the Tumbler-Batmobile, and provide a glimpse into the soul and psyche of James Douglas Morrison. Perhaps that glimpse is rather small, but it’s there. Go listen to Nirvana’s Where Did You Sleep Last Night and then tell me it doesn’t give you chills. I liked the Iron Man movie, but a world without Nirvana’s Unplugged album is a world not worth living in. I don’t feel that way about Robert Downey’s Tony Stark.

It’s certainly possible that in two hundred years Spider-Man moves from the silver-screen and the printed page into the realm of religion. It’s not very likely, but it’s completely possible. I find Scientology far more baffling as a religion than Silver Surfer worship. Whatever floats your surfboard.

What I don’t understand in the context of Pop Culture Paganism is why more people aren’t talking about Rock Stars as future deities. Forget the long-underwear brigade my money is on Elvis Presley, Jim Morrison, John Lennon (and he would hate it!), Janis Joplin, and Kurt Cobain* as the next wave of gods. They were all real people who were nearly legends and myths by the time they died (many of them died at age 27 too, a subset of the rockstar cult for sure). Many of them became immortal in death at the height of their stardom too. Cobain, Joplin, Morrison, Hendrix, and Johnson should have just been hitting their prime when they passed, in a sense their youth became something that was frozen in time and space. You can’t age Hendrix because he never did.

For those of you who don’t know I’m one of those guys who does rituals for dead rock stars. I’ve been doing rituals in honor of Jim Morrison for over fifteen years now. While I don’t think of the guy as a “god” in the way I think of Pan as a god, it’s certainly possible that his ghost shows up during ritual from time to time. If you can honor the ancestors you’ve never met, why can’t I honor the musicians and music that have shaped my (and possibly your) life?

Music has power. It can lead to altered states of consciousness and rile up all sorts of emotions. There’s a reason it’s been used in religious ceremonies since before we even learned how to farm, it changes us and has the power to take us to the realm of the gods. The last one hundred years has changed the way we experience music and has granted immortality to anyone who got the chance to lay down a track on vinyl, tape, or hard drive. It’s easier to listen to Robert Johnson in 2013 than it was in 1938, and knowing how he died makes songs like Dust My Broom even more chilling today.

Reading about the deaths of Morrison, Presley, and Johnson sometimes seems more like mythology than biography. Immediately after their deaths all three were reported alive, and even today there are conflicting stories about their final hours. “Elvis sightings” were common up until the 1990′s, and in the late 1990′s there was a video out there featuring an interview with the previously “in hiding” Morrison. In the months following his death there were rumors about Robert Johnson going electric and putting together a new band (which would have essentially created rock and roll) . Overcoming death is godhood 101 type of stuff, and all of those guys did it long before Superman.

Music also provides many of us with a sense of identity. I’ve got a Captain Marvel (Shazam!) shirt I wear with some pride, but it’s nothing compared to my jeans with Led Zeppelin glyphs sewn onto them or the framed Black Sabbath records around my house. My wife and I have nearly as many altars dedicated to rock and roll as we do to the gods. Both forces shaped us and both forces compliment each other. Doing ritual to ancient Greek music does little for me because it’s not something I’m familiar with. Doing ritual to the music of The Doors puts me in the right state of mind almost instantly.

People already leave prayer requests in the fence outside of Graceland, couple that with the millions of Velvet Elvis paintings already in existence and it’s possible that Presley might already be on the way to godhood. The guy still sells thousands of albums decades after his death (all without the radio support “classic rock” and more contemporary singers like Amy Winehouse and Cobain receive), and continues to strike an emotional chord with members of successive generations. All sorts of people love Captain America but I’m guessing a prayer to Elvis Presley is going to be a bit more affective.

*That’s just a few. The rest of the list includes Jimi Hendrix, Jerry Garcia, Nick Drake, Buddy Holly, Robert Johnson, Nico, and I could go on and on with it.

About Jason Mankey

Jason Mankey has been involved with Paganism for the last twenty years, and has spent the last ten of those years as a speaker, writer, and High Priest. Jason can often be found lecturing on the Pagan Festival circuit, so you might just bump into him. When not reading and researching Pagan history he likes to crank up the Led Zeppelin, do rituals in honor of Jim Morrison (of The Doors), and sing numerous praises to Pan, Dionysus, and Aphrodite. He lives in Sunnyvale CA with his wife Ari and two hyper-kinetic cats.

  • Eilidh Nic Sidheag

    Having spent a lot of time around Doctor Who fans for whom the Doctor is very clearly a mythological figure who inspires their politics and informs their moral compasses, I think it does make sense to me that someone could choose to worship a pop culture hero. (None of my friends do AFAIK, but for some of them it would be only a small step.) Like you, I’m fascinated by the process by which people become heroes become gods, or fictions become heroes become gods, and I wish we knew more about how it happens (even in the case of Jesus of Nazareth, there’s plenty we don’t know.) To me it’s kind of cool to think that we may be witnessing it happening around us, even though I don’t think the beings in question will ever be my gods. I’m quite happy with the Brythonic/Gaulish pantheon that seems to be calling me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the beauty in other faiths, ancient or modern.

  • Brian Quinn

    Elvis is already a God with millions of disciples (fans) throughout the World. His deity will increase as years go by.

    • Molly

      I have a friend who often says, “thank, Elvis!” or, “in the name of Elvis and all that’s holy…” ;-)

      • Ywen DragonEye

        I have thought for years that future archaeologists would dig up Elvis memorabilia and declare that Elvis was the patron god the USA.

        • Lēoht Sceadusawol

          And, when they discover glamour photos, that will be ritualised depictions of goddesses. :p

          • Molly

            And Barbies too will be evidence of widespread “goddess cults.” ;)

          • Lēoht Sceadusawol

            This could get scary, fast…

        • Kameron Byrd

          That makes me think of Fallout: New Vegas. If you’re not familiar with it, there’s a gang called “The Kings” that found a school for Elvis impersonation after the events that made the Fallout world what it is, and believed he was some kind of religious leader, so they all dress like Elvis.

  • John Beckett

    One of the many things that’s disturbed me with the recent theological discussions is the unstated assumption that the gods are static and so far above us we can barely relate to them. Apotheosis is real, historical and it continues to this day. The gods are not fixed – they are becoming, just as we are.

    • Niels

      So you are a capitalist then? Always needing more, always becoming more? MORE, MORE, MORE? Is that your philosophy?

      I don’t subscribe to the gods of becoming or being. The “gods” are neither. They’re not static, nor are they dynamic. The river flows 24/7 (dynamic element). Constantly new H2O particles cross, yet they’re all H2O particles and all crossing the same path (static element) for thousands of years. That’s how the gods are, not being or becoming, but BOTH. I guess you need a whole brain to comprehend this, not just a static left-brain, or a dynamic right-brain. I guess you and the rest of these pagan new agers here are of the latter variety. A bit handicapped in the left part of your brains? No worries, can happen.

      • John Beckett

        Your concept of the gods is plausible. Ultimately, we don’t know – you might be right.

        Not sure how you got from “becoming” to capitalism, though. I look at Nature and how living things go from seed to stem to flower. I see how I’ve grown over the years: physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I see the evolution of species and ecosystems. If the term “becoming” bothers you, try “changing” – because that’s what everything in the universe is doing, right now and forever.

  • Lēoht Sceadusawol

    I think that honouring the dead is a great thing. However, I think it is important to honour them in ways that would be respectful to them. Performing a Pagan ceremony for a devout atheist/Christian doesn’t seem too respectful, to me.

    I do like the idea of forming a collection of Pagan ‘Saints’, though. People who, whilst not literally ancestors, have done vital works and are worthy of honouring.

  • Sabina Magliocco

    What I like about this discussion is that it forces us to think about the question, “Where do gods come from?” or perhaps “How do gods reveal themselves to us?” Here I strongly agree with John Beckett, who wrote (below), “The gods are not fixed — they are becoming, just as we are.” Late antiquity is replete with instances of the transformation of gods through cultural contact, in which classical gods take on attributes of other cultures’ deities: thus the Greek Hermes became Hermes Trismegistus (Hermes Thrice-Greatest) by assimilating aspects of the Egyptian Thoth.
    I think we are in another of these phases of intense intercultural contact, in which god- and goddess forms emerge, merge and take on new attributes. Along the same lines, some characters from popular culture’s equivalent of legends could become modern saints (e.g. Elvis) and, eventually perhaps, deities.
    As to whether rock stars could become gods — some anthropologists argue that the whole concept of deity was an outgrowth of ancestor worship. We see this, for instance, in Korean shamanism, in which certain ancestral figures can become family deities, as well as in the African-derived New World religions of Vodou and Santeria (among others).
    Having grown up outside of American pop culture, superheroes and rock stars don’t have any sacred resonance for me; but perhaps they do for some people, and it’s possible that over centuries, they could reveal themselves to be gods.

  • olegreypaganbear

    I am totally with you on this one. Back in the late 80′s when I had walked away from God the Father but not made the intellectual leap to God the Mother, I could still SEE Goddess energy rising on the disco dance floor. I didn’t know how it had happened, but gay men were obviously the Keepers of Her Flame and they were Her Beloved Children. When I first saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show, I was–well, thunderstruck! My brain said, “WTH, this is the Rites of Demeter. This is the Eleusinian Mysteries! Right down to Eddie roaring in on a hog and being sacrificed like the swine he is. And Frankenfurter…obviously the avatar of the Dark Goddess of Rock and Roll. Eddie even names her: “Hot Patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock and roll!” Personally I regard her as a chthonic aspect of my own mistress Hathor.

    It seemed clear to me that Elvis, Jim Morrison, Freddie Mercury, Michael Jackson, Mick Jagger–the androgynous superstars–were consorts of the Goddess. Most of them burnt out young like Tammuz and Adonis: the dying and resurrected Gods of Rock and Roll. It’s interesting to ponder on the ones that did not burn up, like Jagger–and Frank Sinatra in an earlier generation! Both were beloved but not consumed. Michael Jackson went so far as to remake himself in Her image.

    Actually he remade himself in Diana Ross’s image. We have to Goddesses of Rock also–Ross, Tina Turner, Pat Benatar… I’ve done rituals to songs by Turner and Benatar.

    Bubba Ho-tep is one of my guilty pleasures, BTW.

    • Anna H.


  • Patricia Morrison

    I came across this post by accident, though perhaps it wasn’t accident at all but pure karma, Goddess-directed. I cannot tell you how this disturbs and angers me, that you should take it upon yourself to decide whether my handfasted husband would like to be involved in your “honoring” rituals or be at all interested in becoming, as you put it, one of the next wave of gods.

    Well, I think I can say for sure that he would not; in fact, he would absolutely HATE it. Yes, Mankey, it’s Patricia Kennealy Morrison here, a Celtic Pagan priestess and High Priestess for almost fifty years, before you were even born into this life, so a decidedly senior Elder, and I don’t take kindly to little Pagan fanboys trying to appropriate him and his reality into some kind of sickfuck claptrap practice. If you knew the least bit about my Jim, you would know that he was one of the great iconoclasts of all time, one of the great image-breakers, and the fact that you would blatantly, shamelessly, and yes, evilly, seek to co-opt his spirit for your own purposes enrages me with all the power of my patron goddess Mor-righan.

    This is nothing new to either Jim or myself: I’ve been dealing with Pagan fanboys for decades, and by now I know exactly HOW to deal with them. As for my beloved husband, know that he is well and forever defended from the likes of you and all the others who would feed off him, and whatever or whoever you so smugly claims comes to visit you in your pathetic rituals is NOT my Jim. So mind your own business and stay away from him. What you’re doing is not honoring his spirit as an ancestor, which would be fine with me, but parasitically feeding off his energy, which is very far from fine with me indeed. I don’t threaten, it’s not how I do things (though take a look at Oliver Stone’s career trajectory after that damned movie…), but I suggest that it would really be a good idea if you cease and desist such activities.

    Jim was a real person who went through a lot in his life, and he doesn’t deserve this kind of fatuous crap from people like you; he was a believer in Paganism, to the extent that he married a Witch and received both blessing and protection, and he’d be the first one to tell you to knock it off. He’s not here to do so, so I’ll tell you for him. Back. Off. Stop bothering him where he is. Take your fannish bletherings and leave him alone in the peace he deserves, where I exert my power to keep him. There are wards and other protections on him that you can’t even imagine. And don’t even THINK of trying to pull something with me because you’re pissed off that I’ve called you on your crap on my husband’s behalf; little creeps have tried in the past, and let’s just say that they’ve all ended up feeling, as John Lennon, another sufferer from parasites, once said, like they’ve never been born. Or perhaps sorry that they were.

    So. I’ll take you at your word when you say you admire and respect my husband. By all means honor him at Samhain as one of the honored dead. But that’s all you have the right to do. And if you know what’s good for you, that’s all you’ll do. And don’t think that fifty years a Witch won’t know it.

    Dame the Rev. Patricia Kennealy Morrison, DTJ, HPs

    • jerryc48134

      WOW, for someone that has been in the practice of Celtic paganism for 50 years, you sure are a bitter person. His article never says anything bad about Jim, as a matter of fact he is saying that we should honor people like him and look up to them. And since when do Celtic pagans make threats against other pagans. Whatever happened to harm none?

    • Lēoht Sceadusawol

      I don’t know whether to like or dislike this…

      • JasonMankey

        It’s kind of neat to get a message from Patricia on my blog, but I found the whole rant rather offensive. She doesn’t own his ghost anymore than I do. She’s also vaguely threatening in it, not cool.

        • Lēoht Sceadusawol

          Yeah, but you have to admit, it is kinda funny. Anyone can make the “I’m so powerful I made Oliver Stone’s career take a dive” claim. It is entry level trolling.

          I know a supplier of amulets that protect against trolls, if you need one.

          • JasonMankey

            I’ve been doing Morrison Rituals for over 15 years, I think everything is going to be OK. Weird to hear that I’m disrespectful to the memory of Jim . . . . .

          • Lēoht Sceadusawol

            What you do is disrespectful to her memory of Jim.

            But, if we worried about respecting everyone’s memories/beliefs, we would never do anything, and still be disrespecting someone.

            So long as you have respect in your heart when performing your actions, that is all anyone can ask, is it not?

        • Adam Andrews

          As someone whose been in one of your rituals, you invited Morrison to attend, and the message of the ritual was inspired by him- but there was no sucking on his energy. Besides, with Dionysus, Aphrodite, and Eris
          invoked, Morrison seemed more like a saint being honored in the company of those deities. Her comments are a knee-jerk reaction that lack understanding of the rituals you do- I’ve never seen you go “Oh great
          Morrison, help me find a job and curse my annoying neighbor!” and I think she is imagining exactly that . . . I was more excited by the comments from Sabina Magliocco, professor of anthropology and folklore, wrote “Witching Culture” which is the best anthropological study on pagan traditions I’ve read. She once wrote an
          article about the goddess Aradia’s origins and history that I think reveals a lot about the very process you were writing about.

          • Anna H.

            I also have to say – if I were to hold a ritual in honor of John Lennon, say, and something/someone showed up – I would not dare to say what showed up. Soul-things are complex and seem to be multilayered and not just a single thing that is either Here or There. What would show up? The personality-soul of John Lennon that experienced that life? The Higher Being that evolved the life of John Lennon and probably many other lives as well? Or an astral image that looks and sounds like “John Lennon” but is actually composed of the projections of millions of adoring fans and their energy and love?

    • Kenny Klein

      I first met Patricia Kennealy through the Pagan community in New York in 1981, right around the time her first sci-fi novel was published (and as a writer of non-fiction who cannot get anyone to even look at the urban fantasy novel I’ve got written, believe me, I respect the accomplishment of getting her fiction published!) . At that time she shook my hand and said “I’m Patricia Kennealy. I was married to Jim Morrison.” I remember my twenty-something year old self thinking how sad it was that she did not say “I’m Patricia Kennealy, a sci-fi novelist,” or “I was featured in Drawing Down The Moon.” Or mentioning that she was among the first female rock journalists, and received several Clio nominations. In the intervening years her self definition has not changed, but become much more of a single-minded obsession. Kennealy seems to define her entire life by what was actually a momentary relationship with a pretty, womanizing rock star.

      Examiner dot com says this of Kennealy’s relationship with Morrison:
      “Morrison’s relationship with Kennealy was contentious. After the
      pregnancy and abortion Morrison seems to have backed away from the
      relationship and tried to avoid her. Although Kennealy seemed to get his
      attention again when she hand delivered a letter (having come from New
      York) to Morrison at The Doors office and left it impaled on his desk
      with a dagger. People who knew Morrison at the time say this ended
      their relationship, but Kennealy claims she spent time with Morrison in
      early 71 before he left for Paris, and that he wrote her from Paris.” (

      As far as who “owns” Jim Morrison, as a public figure, a celebrity, and a musical icon, Morrison is “owned” in some way by nearly everyone. He is owned in one way by fans, in another by musical historians; in one way by the record execs who saw him and still see him as a cash cow (in that case, owned by legally binding contracts) and in another way by history. Kennealy is one of many, many women who shared Morrison’s bed (or cot, or couch, or sleeping bag, or patch of grass). Pamela Courson was Morrison’s actual wife, and their relationship predates and postdates Kennealy’s by several years: Courson was awarded Morrison’s estate by the courts. Morrison also slept with Nico of the Velvet Underground, and with Grace Slick. Josépha Karcz, like Kennealy, wrote a book about her relationship with Morrison. In this respect, Morrison did not seem to be “owned” by any one woman, but by womankind in general. I notice that Karcz is not hexing Jason for his ritual…

      One element of Kennealy’s obsession is that Morrison, Courson and Ray Manzaric are all dead: there is no one left to contest her claim that Morrison was her “handfasted husband” (although the ritual seems to be factual, we have no idea whether Morrison was serious or not—he might have simply done it to have the experience). At this point Kennealy may portray the relationship in any way she likes. However, if Kennealy has Morrison “warded” on some astral plane, I cannot imagine the rock star is very happy about it: I am imagining Dream in the first few books of Sandman.

      I love Jason’s Morrison ritual, not just for the ritual itself, but for the impact of seeing Dionysus in this modern context. It saddens me that a woman so accomplished, so noted and so brilliant would debase this ritual because of her spiraling, irrational obsession with a man who has been dead for nearly half a century.

  • Anna H.

    I believe Divine Spirit manifesting and existing in basic archetypal patterns can, and does, inhabit all kinds of human-created “containers,” including superheroes, literary fictions, and the personae of dead rock stars. And in the latter case, the existing soul of said dead rock star might actually be somehow … melded in? or attached to? the newly-clustering spiritual power around that name.

    And yeah, Lennon would have totally hated that.

    And by the way, isn’t that how lwa come into being? Voudoun practitioners, if that is not accurate, please correct me and my apologies.

  • Sable Aradia

    As a superhero nerd and a classic rock fan, I believe that apotheosis is real for both physically-existing people and collective ideas. We form an egregor, which is an aspect of a group’s mutual belief. That egregor probably bears some resemblance to the original person or mythological figure, but it changes over time as beliefs change (witness the modern evolution of Lilith from a demoness eating babies to a potent and dangerous symbol of feminine empowerment.)

    Apotheosis is easier if you can link the legend to a previously-existing myth-pattern (Jim Morrison/Cobain/Elvis linked to the Dionysus myth, for example; or Iron Man/Prometheus, Superman/Mithras, Batman/Raven, etc.) The ideals then become greater than the sum of their parts, and represent more than they seem to.

    I was a Wonder Woman fan as a little girl – I had the Underoos and everything. She is obviously a manifestation of Artemis (she’s an Amazon and her name is Diana; how much more direct a channel can you get?) and I believe that Diana/Artemis used her as an aspect to teach me Her virtues and eventually help me to find my way to the Pagan path. I honour Diana as my matron Goddess now, both in Her aspects as Warrior Maiden and Queen of the Witches (that’s where the “Aradia” part of my Craft name comes from; that’s my bow of the head to Her.)

    So I wouldn’t be so dismissive of those who choose to honour the deities in the form of superheroes. But I think your path of honouring dead rock stars is equally good (though obviously some do not agree.) With enough belief, eventually they become more than what they were in the first place. Prayers to Elvis left at Graceland already show us that.

    And it can happen in other areas too. Witness the attempted sanctification of Mother Theresa; or the almost religious reverence of Princess Diana, who has become, by virtue of her rank, her beauty (yes, it’s true; shouldn’t be but it is) and the way she lived her life, a modern incarnation of the Queen of Heaven or the Goddess of Sovereignty. Guinevere would have understood. (And of course, there’s the debate as to whether or not the Arthurian figures were real people at one point as well.)

    I was taught that when we Wiccans call upon the Old Ones, we are calling upon the dead elders of the Craft; “Old Dorothy Clutterbuck” is a name that imparts kind of a “Wiccan saint” status. And yes, many of the lwa are apotheosized living people, like Marinette and, according to some, Marie Laveau. But many of the lwa are also animistic ideas (like Diable Tonnere – thunder) or ancient African spirits/deities given new form (like Ogoun). Actually, I think vodou is a great example of egregor-deities and how they work, change and evolve. (I’m not by any means an expert in vodou, however; I’m just starting to learn about it, so if someone with more knowledge/experience here tells me I’m wrong, I’ll take their word for it.)

    • JasonMankey

      I hope you didn’t take my tone as “dismissive,” I just said it not for me when it comes to superheroes as gods.

      I like the Artemis/Wonder Woman connections, though I’d probably go with Athena. The last two Superman movies have gone out of their way to turn the Big Blue Boyscout into a Jesus parable . . . I wonder what his Jewish creators would have thought?

      • Sable Aradia

        Lol, yes they really have, haven’t they? I am sure they are shaking their heads in dismay.

        It did come across as dismissive, but I didn’t take personal offense, if I gave you that impression. I was just pointing out another point of view, is all.

        I see the Athena connection too.

        As always, an excellent column, sparking a great discussion! I’m getting to like you, Jason. I hope we meet in person someday.

  • Niels

    I disagree with this.

    We don’t need no more external worship. I like listening to music, I don’t like fanboyism. Your paganism is actually nothing but an extention of celebrity culture brough to a whole nother level (probably not a coincidence you’re a mason). The worship of rock stars themselves instead of the spirit they transmit through their instruments is exactly the problem. It is the spirit itself you should worship, all the artist does is bring the spirit in the 5-sense world via music, film, poets, … . It is not the artist who is more evolved than us or who is “on another level like the Gods” (and thereby must be worshipped…) . He/she just has the ability/skills to transmute the spirit to the 5-senses. I may be downplaying it a bit here, but it’s the truth. I can’t believe anyone subscribes to this bullshit.

    The fact that you don’t care if you disrespect Morrison’s widow (and even claim equal of his attention) shows that you have no clue what you are talking about, considering she was probably his inspiration (aka no The Doors without her). I agree with her idea that you are spiritual parasite.

    I, as a member of the human race, do not accept your leadership. Sorry pagan mason who does the same practices and handshakes like the power elite who are already in control of this planet. You may argue that these PTB are not real pagans, but fakesters, yet this hypothesis seems too coincidental to me. I think you guys as leaders will an equally wonderful job in screwing up the planet.

    • JasonMankey

      If you are going to write about The Doors on my blog, you should be aquatinted with the history and the legacy of the band. The Doors were in existence before Jim knew Patricia, therefore there is now way she was his “inspiration” in founding the band. If there was a female who inspired Morrison it was Pamela Courson, the woman he called his “cosmic mate” and who inherited his estate (along with his parents) when he died in France. As for respect, anyone who threatens me with a curse because I love and cherish something is not worthy of my respect. I thought it was cool to see Patricia leave a comment here, but it was spiteful and certainly beneath the type of comment an “elder” should be leaving.

      I think you missed the entire point of this article. Music inspires us, musicians are lionized by our celebrity obsessed culture, myths grow around them (Elvis is alive), it seems only natural that out of this milieu it’s possible for worship to arise (and it’s already happened, especially with Elvis). I don’t worship any musician as a god, but I feel the power in what they’ve given to us, and it stirs my emotions.