prst31
09-28-2005, 03:14 PM
There I was, Soldier Field parking lot, Chicago 1993. Sting had just started their set and I could hear the booing, competing with Sting's bass lines for the air. I sat on the curb, resting just outside the stadium, ticketless at my first Dead show. It had been a long day spent by peddling some t-shirts I had airbrushed, and taking in the sights and sounds of the mobile market place that every Dead show was.
Many made a living there selling food cooked from Coleman campstoves, pop and beer wheeled around in coolers, beaded necklaces, Guatemalan clothing, stickers, hemp sandals, barbequed hemp, broiled hemp, hemp on a stick, fried hemp, hemp scampi and extremely large balloons filled with nitrous, which is a another story.
My friend had gone to inquire about a possible lead on some tickets when I noticed this guy walking by me. He was wearing a blue t-shirt with one word printed on the front, "Ohmmm...". In my tired state of mind and body, I was intensly fixated on the word for some reason and simply said to the guy, "Cool shirt." He stopped walking and in a strange, wise and pondering kind of way, asked me if I knew the meaning of it. I was surprised that there was a meaning. I had always thought it to be some kind of meditative tool at best so I replied strangly and with an inquisitive pondering kind of way myself, "no?". He informed me that it was the "voice of creation" and returned to walking east toward the pedestrian bridge out of the stadium parking lot, over Lake Shore Blvd. He seemed to be in a hurry to leave but the show was just starting.
"Huh, that was kind of wierd", I thought. Turning my view back toward the stadium, I just sat gazing at the top of Soldier field, listening to the boos and Sting's bass lines echoing out the top of the stadium where I was gazing, at least I imagined as to pretend I was inside. I was Subdued physically and mentally from the hot day's trek around the "market", and just sat soaking it in when it hit me. Whooah...Could this be some sort of a physical or mental connnection to a spiritual connection we humans have?
I began to pay attention to when people would say ummm...I noticed it was generally when someone is "searching" for the right words to portray or create a description to their listener. I noticed that there is a distinct similarity to the tone or cadence of the two words, one used for speaking and one used for spiritual meditation, but just where is it we are searching and why does that sound get us there?
The "voice of creation",.....Hummmmm.....
I'll take my theory a little further/deeper after getting some thoughts, or maybe someone else would like to.
Many made a living there selling food cooked from Coleman campstoves, pop and beer wheeled around in coolers, beaded necklaces, Guatemalan clothing, stickers, hemp sandals, barbequed hemp, broiled hemp, hemp on a stick, fried hemp, hemp scampi and extremely large balloons filled with nitrous, which is a another story.
My friend had gone to inquire about a possible lead on some tickets when I noticed this guy walking by me. He was wearing a blue t-shirt with one word printed on the front, "Ohmmm...". In my tired state of mind and body, I was intensly fixated on the word for some reason and simply said to the guy, "Cool shirt." He stopped walking and in a strange, wise and pondering kind of way, asked me if I knew the meaning of it. I was surprised that there was a meaning. I had always thought it to be some kind of meditative tool at best so I replied strangly and with an inquisitive pondering kind of way myself, "no?". He informed me that it was the "voice of creation" and returned to walking east toward the pedestrian bridge out of the stadium parking lot, over Lake Shore Blvd. He seemed to be in a hurry to leave but the show was just starting.
"Huh, that was kind of wierd", I thought. Turning my view back toward the stadium, I just sat gazing at the top of Soldier field, listening to the boos and Sting's bass lines echoing out the top of the stadium where I was gazing, at least I imagined as to pretend I was inside. I was Subdued physically and mentally from the hot day's trek around the "market", and just sat soaking it in when it hit me. Whooah...Could this be some sort of a physical or mental connnection to a spiritual connection we humans have?
I began to pay attention to when people would say ummm...I noticed it was generally when someone is "searching" for the right words to portray or create a description to their listener. I noticed that there is a distinct similarity to the tone or cadence of the two words, one used for speaking and one used for spiritual meditation, but just where is it we are searching and why does that sound get us there?
The "voice of creation",.....Hummmmm.....
I'll take my theory a little further/deeper after getting some thoughts, or maybe someone else would like to.