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Department Store of the Soul: Rock Section and Other Stories Kindle Edition
by Robert William Courtney (Author) Format: Kindle Edition
The Legend of Rock Section is the mythic thread woven through The Department Store of the Soul, part alter ego, part spiritual archetype, part cosmic prank. Born from a psychic séance where the spirit of Jim Morrison allegedly dictated a song—“Rock Section”—to a group of young seekers, he emerged not just as a band name or song title, but as an encoded identity. A one-man revolution hidden in plain sight. A psychic download. A mystery school in a guitar riff.
Rock Section is the eternal outsider, forged in a cauldron of broken dreams, creative betrayal, and buried power. He disappears when wounded, retreats into myth, then resurfaces years later when the stars realign—namely, during the spiritual liberation of 2020, when time stopped and everything false burned away. He lives at the intersection of shamanism, glam punk, psychic rebellion, and esoteric truth.
He is the man who can walk through fire because he remembers he is the fire. The silent witness at your most transformative moment. The spirit that never dies, just reincarnates through melody, word, and spark. He is the part of you that refuses to give in to mediocrity. And when you’re ready to return to the truth of who you are, he’s already there—waiting with a leather jacket, a battered notebook, and the next verse of your life’s song.
Rock Section isn’t just a legend. He’s a code in your soul, waiting to be activated.
How I Became Rock Section
"Hey Man,
I want to know what Isha saw.
I bring healing energy
And love with me to you"
In the Tree of Light,
I'm invisible
I walk inside you
Into the Dark Forest.
I meet the tall being.
And ask for the path.
Our one last dance
Let’s dance together
A ray of light
Comes from his finger
It traces a journey
From my present place
From my home
Through my town
Through the station of rails
Across the country
Through the airport
Onto a plane that flies
Across the Ocean
To Los Angeles
In a company office
Stands James Douglas Morrison
Who whispers in my ear
“Hey man, she's waiting”
I leave on a bus out of the city
Where I meet a Native American Girl
Who takes me to the Ancestral Lands
I am invisible all the time in this tale
She takes me to an outcrop of rock
Where I am instructed
To walk within it
It is solid and I am invisible
I merge into the rock
It takes upon me its form
I am rock inside the rock
The only thing inside the knife
The Black Rock
Is my beating red heart
Into the Black Rock
Comes the girl, my guide
“You have reached the end
And the start of your journey
You are now Rock Section
A river that flows through time"
Am I the real me
"You can see your face
But you’re looking at someone else"
What do I get?
“As you came here
You now have three bodies
Your human flesh is one
Your invisible shamanic body is one
Your Black Rock Section is one
You have all these three things
The key to success
As they can defy the snake
This rock is of the Primordial Stars
It is from the beginning of time
You can use it with your invisible body
To step outside of time and reality
In the knowledge
That you are fully protected
You will walk upon this Earth, and
Your name is Rock Section.
Black Hawk and the daughter
Look over the Ancestral line
The Anaconda of time
My subtle flow connection
It is a form of healing
A green light
With the wings of a dove.
The Ancestor hands me a compass
With which I can change
The position of the Planets
To a helpful aspect
Where all dreams come true
I just have to set the compass
And bless it.
Rock Section
In 'The Department Store of the Soul,' the enigmatic world of 'Rock Section' is a story that transcends time and space, woven from mysticism and music in a wild journey of discovery. At its heart, this narrative reveals a secret connection between the author and the spirit of Jim Morrison, exploring a shared destiny that unfolds in the shadow realms of creativity and the supernatural. As the author navigates through shamanic realms and the reality of the music industry, 'Rock Section' becomes more than just a song—it transforms into a symbol of resistance, liberation, and the unyielding power of art. This tale is a testament to the enduring bond between artists across the veil of death and a revelation of a hidden truth that could change the course of history. 'Rock Section' is not merely a chapter in a book; it's a doorway into a saga that challenges the very fabric of reality, inviting readers to question what they know about fame, legacy, and the eternal soul.
The Department Store of Your Soul
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The Department Store of the Soul is a dream, a place in your heart, an endless supply of all you need. It's bricks and mortar in some present future, a library of all the love you give, a window to a world you’ve always known exists. Imagine a welcoming café on a Parisian street, the sun warming your skin, the moon reflecting in your gin. Laughter echoes from the room upstairs, and a stranger's look of recognition meets you in the street. In the back of your mind, the siren's song whispers, “Come to me, come to me, we’re all waiting for you,” daring you into an experience beyond the ordinary, into the heart of all that is and can be.
It's the
Department Store of Your Soul
It doesn't matter if you're
Young or old
It doesn't care about
The colour of your skin
Who you love or
How you feel within
You are the original thing
You are the original thing
You are the original thing
You are, you are, you are
You've walked inside
A million times before
Your touch has left a
Patina on the door
You've lived and loved and
Laughed and cried here
Many times before
Because
You are the original thing
You are the original thing
You are the original thing
You are, you are, you are
Building a house of love
Building a house of love
Building a house of love
Where you're always in love
And never grow old
It's the
Department Store of Your Soul
It doesn't matter if you're
Young or old
It doesn't care about
The colour of your skin
Who you love or
How you feel within
Because
You are the original thing
You are the original thing
You are the original thing
You are, you are, you are
Building a house of love
Building a house of love
Building a house of love
Where you're always in love
And never grow old
Lyrics to The Department Store of the Soul by Robert Courtney
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