Since his passing, I've preoccupied my time with combing the interwebs for just about anything with Prince's name on it. Stories, pictures, music, interviews, memorabilia, arts & crafts - anything. I think it's just another way that I'm trying to cope with the fact that he's no longer here with us, with me.
I feel like if I spend my idle hours soaking in these small pieces of him, that I can almost imagine what he would say to me about them. "Don't like that", "this is a most certainly a bootleg", "I remember that day with Myte", "I loved the way I looked in that blue outfit", etc.
Crazy! I know, right?
All this "stuff" somehow keeps me closer to him in some sick, grief-stricken, obsessive twisted way. I just wanted to take a second to share some of my Prince Swag with you. Stuff I've collected over the years and in the months after his "transition". (I refuse to say "death" - it's too permanent. Listen to the song "Comeback" which Prince wrote about the death of his son and you'll have a better understanding of why I won't use that word when referring to the Purple One)
Anywho...
This is just some of the swag I could dig out in the few minutes I had to take the picture, didn't even include a bunch of the cool Prince jewelry I have.
Which includes:
A Prince Hoodie
Various T-Shirts
Various CD's & DVD's
Various Books and Mags
Prince Socks
Prince Shoes (love 'em)
3121 Perfume Spray and
Yep! ...even a Prince Doll
I even had a Prince calendar years ago, that I can't seem to find now. Damn it!
I'm 125% sure that Prince would NOT approve of most of this stuff since it's undoubtedly bootleg merch and made without his approval or consent in some sweatshop in Swahili. But I can't help it. I love seeing his beautiful face when I wake in the morning and when I go to sleep at night. Besides, it's my small way of trying to make sure that people don't forget him. No matter how foolish I may look, I will do what I can to make sure they remember. He taught me that it's okay if others don't approve - just keep doing you and you can't go wrong.
So if you guys ever come across some unique Prince merchandise (that doesn't cost an arm and a leg), please leave a link. Thx <3
Peace, Love and Hair Grease!
My strange and inexplicable grief.
This was something I posted on a Youtube video of someone saying that she could connect with Prince on the other side. > MoonGoddess Video
I am very hesitant to share my story because it's just so strange and weird, but I see that I'm not the only one who had a dream about Prince. Ever since his death, I've done nothing but cry. I don't know why I have such a pain in my heart for this man I've never met. It's like the world has suffered a great loss of light, love and life, and we're all somehow feeling it. I have to hide my tears because it's ridiculous that an old fool like me is bawling like a schoolgirl over a man she didn't even know. Maybe the day of his death could be understandable, but I'm still crying more than six months later and still find it hard to listen to his music, watch his image or listen to stories about his life. My husband would never understand, so I hide... (I don't even understand, how could I expect him to?)
Anyway, back to the dream...
A day or two after his death, with tears streaming down my face, I was ripping one of his CD's down to my PC so that I could access the songs from work. While I was doing this, I could just feel his spirit all around me. It felt at peace and glad to free of the body his spirit was trapped in. An odd statement popped into my mind from nowhere, which was "Now I can be with all who love me, all at once." When I get these "vibes" I do pay attention because I do believe in the spiritual world and that energy never dies it only changes form. So I asked out loud, "If this is really you, please give me a sign." I waited, and expected the T.V. to turn itself on, or the window to slam shut or some disembodied voice to say "Yah, it's me!" I really don't know what I expected, but nothing happened. I thought "Oh Jeez, I'm finally losing my marbles."
(I know, I know... the dream)
So later that night as I lay in my bed, I cried myself to sleep as I had done the previous nights and I had the strangest dream. It was so real and so sweet, I don't think I'll ever forget it. In the dream, I was lying in my bed (just like I was actually doing), and I woke up. When I opened my eyes, Prince was like 5 inches away from my face. I saw his beautiful face and those piercing eyes. Then he softly gave me the most wonderful kiss that I have ever felt in my entire life (and it wasn't even real - it's a DREAM). Immediately after that I woke up, confused and not sure of what had just happened but I felt happier than I had in days. I lay there trying to wrap my mind around this feeling and the dream when it dawned on me that earlier that day, I had asked him to give me a sign if his spirit knew how I felt and was with me. THAT WAS THE SIGN!!! He was with me (and you and all those he loves). The kiss that he gave me, was not a sexual kiss (on his part). It was a kiss of unconditional love, and peace like I've never known. It was a taste of the light that he was basking in and how at home and satisfied he is there. Don't get me wrong - I tried to get more of that kiss (but for all the wrong reasons). For me, that kiss was all that AND sexual. But I know that's just my lusty body getting in the way of an otherwise wonderful, spiritual, loving, innocent experience.
That was all I needed, that was all it took to get me on the road to healing. I'm still not 100% yet - I cried quite a bit while writing this. But at least I know he's happy and right where he's supposed to be - and he knows this.
Now... I said all of that, to say this: Don't you guys think it's strange that we are all having dreams about Prince?? Most of us have never met him, but yet there's this really strange attachment.
I love Michael Jackson's music too, and David Bowie - but I most certainly did not have dreams about either one of them after they died. In fact, since I'm truly not a "groupie" type person, (I believe Stars are just like everyone else, but with really cool jobs), I've never had dreams about any famous person who has passed on. NEVER! So, I'm really confused at my behavior, and apparently the behavior of others like me. Honestly... this is just plain weird.
Am I the only one who feels this way?
