I’m reposting this in remembrance of the passing of Chris Cornell 7 years ago today. First posted 11/25/2019.
I was forty-two years old when the bus hit me. I died instantly, suddenly finding myself floating upwardly to that place that you only know is real once you’re headed there.
One of the first things I learned in heaven is that musicians are one of the classifications of deceased humans that get special privileges. And we are always taught it is the rich who get special favors.
I learned that musicians were angels before they were ever sent to earth as humans. Their mission, albeit unconsciously, is to bring joy to the world. Think about it. How grim would a world be without music?
I’d played guitar and other stringed instruments all of my life, starting at age ten. I brought such joy to so many with songs that “mysteriously came to me.” I thrilled at meeting my heroes in heaven. Imagine when George Harrison, Chris Cornell, and I had a jam session. The stages were open 24/7 – and there was always an appreciative audience.
The special privileges that musicians were given is that once a month they were allowed to come back to earth for a day, to play music. We were always sent as street musicians and always in disguise.
So… the next time you’re walking along and see one of us playing, know the gift we give you gifts us as much as it gives you.
The End. [231 words]
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It must be nice up there in Rock and Roll heaven.
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You may like my post…
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I will check it out.
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I was thinking along the same lines & have a post scheduled…
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:)
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Another highly creative, fun post. Thanks, Li.
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You’re welcome, Fandango :)
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Love your story. Never ordinary or dull. 💖
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Thanks so much, Sadje :)
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You’re most welcome 🙏
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One of my favorite Joni songs.(k)
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:) Mine too.
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Music transports me into another world.
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Same here, Len. I feel sure heaven will be filled with music.
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I hope I make it and meet Keith Moon…wait a minute…if I meet Keith I might not be up there.
Nice Joni song.
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So funny, Max. Glad you like the Joni song.
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Awe! Nice! Musicians rock! :D
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:)
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Undoubtedly, music can bring a lot of joy. It’s hard for me to imagine life without it. The thought musicians get special treatment in heaven and that they frequently get to return to earth as street musicians is nice, so I surely hope for them heaven exists!
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<3
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This reminds me again of Joni. Such a great loss. (K)
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I used “real good for free” the first time I posted it but shifted it to Chris this time. Am reading a biography on him right now.
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I’m glad you re-shared this; a very imaginative interpretation of the photo. I enjoyed the cover, though to me, none reaches the depth of Sinead O’Connor’s version.
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Chris and Sinead are probably singing duets of it in heaven <3
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🙏🏼
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Great story Li, I think I missed this and the song👏
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Thank you, Cindy. The first time I posted I used Joni Mitchell’s Real Good for Free, but this time I picked Sinead’s song sung by Chris.
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That’s a great one for sure too❣️
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Wonderful story… I can’t believe it’s been that long ago.
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:( I know.
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