Jerry Garcia: Speaking From The Grave?
Yes, it happens, laugh all you want
We've all heard about Jerry Garcia speaking from the other side to stoned hippies, fanatic deadheads, or kids in college dorms. It became cliche for some, over-said, really just quite ridiculous. But for others, no. I was skeptical, if not embarrassed at first when others would say this to me, (pardon the pun) dead seriously. I never saw the Dead live, never became overly fanatical, but I found over time I would keep coming back to their music, keep getting chills, keep admiring the compassion and wisdom that could still speak to me across the passages of time, space, and identity. One day, it happened.
I hadn't planned on it. I wasn't at a party, intoxicated, or anything of the sort. I was only driving down the road on an average day in a big city. A classic rock radio station, for some reason, played "Ripple." It had always been my favorite song of the band, yet I'd never heard it on the radio. "The gold of sunshine," did infuse my mood, and I "held the words as if they were my own." I just felt grateful. I said, aloud, unconsciously, "thank you Jerry," and a flood of positive feeling hit me, as if coming from outside, from an angle above my car window. Since that experience, I began saying it, almost to the point that a superstition had turned into a pious ceremony. I had to acknowledge its presence. And every time, there is a response from somewhere that I can't explain, an energy coming through, swirling in, opening the chest cavity into a spring of grateful awareness.
I don't tell many people this. If ever. When I do, they usually laugh, look at me strange, or whatnot. But there are plenty out there, who upon hearing my experiences, never dream of questioning their validity....they just proceed to tell me their own stories.
Thank you, Jerry.