Jimi continues to describe his death:

Jimi: For me, it wasn’t like a night and day thing between my life and death. It was more like this endless dance in and out of consciousness, in and out of the body, wondering, ‘Do I fight for it and stay?’ Every moment you step out of that old baggage—being the body—you want to run from it. There ain’t no part of my life where I didn’t enjoy being who I was.

Me: Oh, that’s so good, Jimi. Now, was heroin involved at all?

Jimi (very quizzically): You know, I don’t think heroin was as involved that night!

Me: Oh, okay.

Jimi: I could put my finger down on the calendar on any given day and pretty much tell you it was then, but I was with a group of friends.

Jamie: He shows me indoors, a very quaint place. And with friends. It doesn’t seem like he’s on stage or—

Jimi: You know, it wasn’t suicide.

Me: Oh, I believe that it was accidental. You seemed so happy.

Jimi: Highly poor judgment. When you’re on drugs so much, it makes you feel better. You tend to lose your perception of what would be good for you.

Me: Of course. So, describe your surroundings and your thoughts after you realized you had crossed over into the afterlife.

Jimi: Beautiful, Baby. Beautiful!

Jamie: I like that he uses “Baby.”

Jimi: Beautiful! No way you could put words to the colors that are there. You can’t describe it. You know how when you’re listening to music, you can’t touch music, but music can touch you?

Jamie: I know.

Me: Oh, yes!

Jimi: That’s how it felt for me, Baby. My whole environment, the people who greeted me—I had family members.

Jamie: He’s showing me someone young there, too, that passed away in his family that was there to greet him.

Jimi (with a sense of awe): And they could all touch me! They could all get into my heart, into my being. But I felt like I couldn’t’ do anything. I couldn’t touch any of it, because I was a passenger. That was the first time in decades that I had been a passenger in anything, because with fame comes the dauntless task of needing to be in control.

Me: Was it your destiny to die when and how you did, Jimi?

Jimi: You know, I really think I could have fought for it. I could have had help. I didn’t need to die then, but looking at the stressors in my life, looking what I was walking towards, again, your judgment is messed up.

Me: So you’re saying it wasn’t really meant to be your exit point?

Jimi: Right.

Me: Okay. So what do you do there now? Can you tell me a little bit about the afterlife that you’ve created for yourself and any work that you do there?

Jimi: The work I do—I haven’t created much, because I think that’s the beauty of all this. It’s not about the soul’s, the individual’s creation; it’s the unity of what you put forward.

(Long pause)

Jamie (giggling): He’s talking, but I don’t understand him!

(Pause)

Jamie (to Jimi): Back up, Jimi. Back up and go slower.

Jamie (to me): Erik’s laughing at me! He’s sitting on top of my counter in my kitchen. He’s always in a place that’s really not a seat.

Me: Yeah, that’s the way he was when he was here. Always sitting on countertops, tables, you know.

Jimi: I help people get in touch with who they are. I’m keen on memory. With everything I’ve done in my life, I didn’t have that great of a memory.

Me: Oh, really?

Jimi: Yeah, Baby, I even had a hard time playing on some of my tours, because I couldn’t remember the music, you know, what key to go into. Sometimes I would just play.

Me: Do you think that had anything to do with the drugs?

Jimi: Oh, absolutely!

(Pause)

Jimi: What a great life. What a great life!

(Pause)

Jimi: So I help people find out who they are and where they’re going.

Me: People here on the earthly plane or people there in the spiritual realm?

Jimi: Here. The spirit world.

Me: Okay, so what insights did you gain given your new perspective in the afterlife?

Jimi (chuckling a little): You don’t have to be high to understand anything. The biggest drug is stripping down the elements of what people put on you and finding out who you really are.

Me: Oh, yeah. Hmm.

Jimi: Dropping the bullshit. 

Such a poet. Now enjoy one of Jimi’s songs that Erik enjoyed the most. He loved the part when Jimi plays the guitar with his teeth. Some heavy duty dental floss, if you ask me!