Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Nixon Promised Me Flashbacks, Yet Another Lie

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"The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream . . . "

- William Butler Yeats
"The Hosting Of The Sidhe"

(Foreword: Little known fact - once again you heard it here first:
Adam Smith, the "father" of Capitalism, and of 'modern' Economics was kidnapped by "gypsys" when quite young. Though the thief was soon tracked down and the wee babe restored to his family, an elvin babe had been 'glamoured' to appear permanently human, in the ancient manner of all 'changelings' of Faerie (read: a race of semi-benevolent extra-terrestrial Wardens, now long gone from this polluted post-industrial
version of Middle-Earth)to alter the course of human history through the mythic resonance of their ethereal thoughtforms. And they wondered why he talked to 'unseen beings' all the rest of his life? I kid you not, look it up!)

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"Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin

And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'." - B. Dylan

The "Behavior Modification" Of American Government And Culture

“The father’s a Nazi in Congress today; the mother’s a hooker somewhere in L.A” - ‘The Idiot Bastard’s Son’” - Frank Zappa, from “We’re Only In It For The Money”

Well, I was careless recently and didn't back up about 30 minutes worth of 'automatic writing' - containing a quite detailed explication of the famous Frank Olson CIA case and how he was actually murdered (read: "thrown", not "jumped" out the 10th story window of a bordello/'safe house'/Himmleresque experimental facility) by minions of the "Bundesnachrichtendienstengeisten". The continuation of the Third Reich re-established in stealth in America, and elsewhere, by the flow of Capital from German Industry. The ruling class knew the Reich would fall, but always planned that the future of World History and the plutocratic hegemonies that would shape it be dictated by Prussian Disciplinarian Policy and Ideals in any event.

Thus the 650 + scientists military officers and “Drs.”, war criminals all, with new identities given them by the US Govs. “Intelligence Community” in “Operation Paperclip” at the end of WWII when Obergruppenfuhrer Reinhard Gehlen convinced FDR, Hoover, Eisenhower and MacArthur, through Patton (The Real "Manchurian Candidate") to form the NSA there and then (all historic fact - look it up) Patton to prevent certain salient details of the Nazi infiltration of our Government, Military-Industrial Complex (Ike knew enough to try to warn us in his farewell address) intelligence community and scientific/research community from coming to light.

Frank Olson’s death was just ‘collateral damage’ in the cover up of (literally!) thousands of “crimes against humanity” by Project Monarch/ MKULTRA/Whitecoat OSS ops unnamed, etc. operations: kidnappings, rapes, maimings, murder and ‘terminal experiments’, sexual torture, systematic experimental child abuse, infections of thousands of American citizens on and on even unto the hundreds of CIA "snuff" flicks of the terminal experiments and worse.

The staggering scope of the depravity is known to few and believed by fewer today. Excepting these . . . the Gnostics, who always knew, surviving Hassidiim, scattered Elohim and those they teach, and the still silently weeping members of the hierarchy of Angelic beings, appalled once again at the scope of suffering meted out to mankind by IHVH . . . and the numbers dwindles as the principles die off.

Even the 'compromising movies' made of scores of members of the House, Senate and Justice Dept. by the OSS, for 'leverage' which became the archives of theFBI/CIA/Mafia. Canisters long buried in the Nevada desert by former 'bag men" and "assets" of the OSS and "The Pond" now eroding into unrecoverable acetate and hubris. The infiltraitors and their scions all secure in their belief in their own successful redaction of the facts from History (read: 'the propaganda of the ruling class') and marginalization of all who question the "status quo uber alles", until the advent of "Channels" and "Mediums" who really could get info from anywhere (even classified files) delivered right into their minds. No wonder the 'takeover' of the largest Michael Teachings Website, by forces opposed to the truthful rendition of facts regardless of the supposed "National Security" implications.

The full and true tale of how Frank’s Olson's son sued the CIA and the Federal Government in the late '60s and prevailed, winning his 'wrongful death' case in 1970 by having a Fed. Court order the release of a large number of pertinent documents which substantiated his claims (an unheralded act of Angelic Intervention, by a few of the "Fallen" actually, and you'll not hear this ever, from any but I. Forever branded as "evil" by vain History, again and again they interceded, unthanked and unheeded, but Gaia, and I, remember!) will be told, and many more.

These unexpected events led to a mad scramble to cover up EVERYTHING because (as none in power realized) "Pandora's Box" (and Fort Knox) had been compromised by agents both invisible and non-human (more on this anon). Disinformation on top of denials under smokescreens of "National Security" as Richard Helms was replaced by Stansfield Turner AFTER Helms and Himmler trained aides and "goodfella" crews destroyed a couple of bunkers filled with semi-tractor trailors full of documents, tapes, movies and more (as well as those things redacted/hid/given/snatched by their Mafia brethren as "get out of jail free" cards if ever needed).

This "chrystallnacht" of evidence is now only the stuff of whispers between aged dons in back rooms in Henderson retirement homes, a pall-like cloacal miasma of cigar smoke and human misery sticking to their souls, moustaches and slippers. I may have a few good years left in me to "set the record straight" about what has happened since the last significant works about the continuing predations of the American "Intelligence Community" (and they DO still continue, even though there is now a significant and visibly ethical partition of even the rarefied strata of cabals 'above' the NSA, and the Prussian Model has been rejected by a smaller, but more effectively powerful and futurehistory allied and protected portion of almost all the agencies, covert and overt.)

The spectre of 'George White', a figure of diabolic proportions in the founding of the OSS, and then MKULTRA and the CIA/NSA apparatus as designed by the 'ubermenschen' of the SS, still hangs over me, personally. He personally was responsible for cruelties to family, and people I loved.
As he once stated, for the record, his career from WWII on to his supposed 'retirement' in '65: " . . . was fun, fun, fun. Where else could a red-blooded American boy lie, steal and cheat, kill deceive and rape AND pillage with the sanction and blessing of the all highest?" BTW, what "American" would EVER use a phrase like "all highest"?

"Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'."

Before I was twenty I became slowly aware of the enormity of oppression of citizens worldwide by their governments, and the many lives and possible futures at stake. Remembering the struggle WB Yeats (may have been my incarnation immediately prior to this one) had defined as "The Machine" vs. "The Garden" I stumbled into the futures running on fear and impelled by my faith in Chaos Theory to provide opportunities for social change.

On this reflective rumination my training 'on watch' began in '73 with "Scotty" back from The City, 20 lbs of Air America CIAfghan hashish, a copy of the nascent "Gemstone Files", and the deadly 'blackhole" auricstink signature of "George White", retired but still schmoozing with his pals at their favorite SF bar, where they could always hang out to hoist a few, and drug, kidnap, rape, torture, maim and discard various members of SF's ever unsuspecting hippie society.

These spooks were members the same cabal of people who were eager to assassinate Sen. Estes Kefauver, by poisoning a slice of apple pie with 'sodium morphate, and have him then collapse ON THE SENATE FLOOR! To demonstrate thus to the 'do-gooders' opposing (and eventually in internecine pursuit of them) that they should 'back off'. I believe this incident was responsible for the Kennedy assassins and Nazi superiors feeling they could get away with ANYTHING later in Dallas, and was the turning point in the “Extremism in the defense of Liberty is no vice.“ death knell of Democracy and subsequent well-funded moral and ethical demise of American Government.

The Third Riech's rationale for human experimentation was embraced by a majority PART of the U. S. Military, Intelligence Community, Legislature Judiciary and Executive Branch at this point as the 'Dachau Dolls' slithered into the undefined interstices of the ruling class's lackey beauracracy, vanishing with nothing but a slime trail of contumely left behind, and never again did the "Shadow Reich" feel compelled to inform subsequent Presidents/Judges/Legislators about their
'Bundesnachrichtendienstengeisten' activities. Their Credo had been expressed for all to fear by Barry Goldwater in his famous statement, cited above, rationalizing their Himmlerian/Mengelen amorality.

"Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'".

Notice the audio of a lot of the video records of MKULTRA surviving on YouTube have been altered. If you read lips you can tell. Also the links have been altered to become almost devoid of title info. No SHARE buttons, no site descriptions and the parties responsible for many of my comments having . . . dissappeared . . . along with the contents of my harddrive last week, after my last post and the sabotage of these site HTML codes may well be rewarded by the karmic visitations of vengeful Cherubim, I avow, I saw it happen in the '70s and I feel it flying past me like a fractal chiaroscuro of intent.

The beings who leveled Sodom have been itching to "smite" all the Reich War Criminals that escaped, and those that follow their logic. Nixon was given phlebitus (I still refuse to apologize) and where is Herr Cheney lately, after all that mouthing off he did in defense of his jackbooted Prussian OSS inspired "Retro"-Conservative Patriot Act redactions Of essential-to-all-but-Himmler-inspired-Americans liberties and rights?".

Some spirits can be vengeful when interfered with in pursuit of a discarnate search for justice. I've never been able to shake the feeling that millions of the victims of TRULY evil men like: ‘George White’ (SS to the core, NOT American) or Maitland Baldwin or Kurt Plotner or Walter Neff or Winfred Overholser or Gen. “Wild Bill” Donovan or Richard Helm or Stanley Lovell, et. al. still wish the truth of just how much the of the Third Reich escaped Nuremburg and then subsumed America's leaders and culture might be told!

“Ye shall know the truth and the truth will make you free.” So be it! Here in the next few years, after my 6 decades of abuse and damage and revelation and preparation and pain and something akin to an aspiration towards an apprehension of wholeness, and the weight of the world's pain for the Holocaust, and more, I shall endeavour to tell the stories that the myriad friends of mine (and those I never knew) who died in their struggle to free themselves from the yoke of mental, emotional, psychosexual and philosophic oppression that America’s rulers placed upon us (WHEN MOST OF US WERE CHILDREN, REMEMBER) in the search for “Behavior Modification” to "combat communism", would tell if they could.

Some can still reach from beyond the grave I recently realized - Woody Guthrie evidently still smoulders somewhere on the Astral Plane, hoisting mugs of "Old Ectoplasm" beer in the heavenly IWW Hall with Joe Hill, and Huey Long, toasting the martyrdom of Leon Trotsky and Sacco and Vanzetti and the Rosenburgs.

NOTE: Here is fair warning: Attempted suppression of the Logos as it manifests will prove destructive to whom and/or whatever tries to hinder the epiphanthetic eventualities this entails. I have never threatened anything or anyone then or now 'cause I never needed to. All who pursued or troubled me or mine, since the '60s and about my 200th trip, have mysteriously (through no actions of mine, other than the occasional Golden Dawn spell or two) been shown the "error of their ways" in eerie and quite memorable fashion. All I’ve ever been able to do is try to warn of the irresistible epiphenomenal inevitability of the ’wrath’ of my aforementioned Cherubim, identified by more than half a dozen psychics and New Age mavens as my "Guardians", when attempts at obfuscation of any Message they promulgate through me arise. (My prose is really quite innately obtuse enough to render these missives unsuitable for 'soundbytes' and mass dissemination anyway, have no fear).

DOD/NID folk PLEASE note: requested quakes can‘t be faked, neither in ’91 when last I was asked to confirm my supposed delusions of chthonic grandeur, nor now. Those few of you remaining, steeped in the historicity and esoterica of “Intelligence” who remember, know of what I speak (hell, it was even the subject of a "Helen, Queen Of The Internet" comic strip). “Something is happening but you don’t know what it is. Do you, Mr. Jones?”

Great evil often generates its own counterbalance, even through the sequipedalian paronomasia of an old agent provocateur and autodidactically eccentric tectokinetic channel such as I. “The Men Who Stared At Goats”, because they were military and therefore subject to orders from a human chain of command that had been subverted through insidious insinuation of the Nazi inspired NSA into both the U.S. Military, and Civilian command superstuctures, never achieved anything close to the "Wildcard" paranormal talents or Gnostic abilities and perceptions extending all the way to the Buddhic Plane I have seen in others and/or personally manifested since I and my brother and sister human guinea pigs, “in the defense of Liberty”, had “alterations” forced upon us unawares, at the behest of America's Himmlers and Mengeles.

Think what SHOULD have happened to the hundreds of German War Criminals we protected from Justice if the the survivors of the Holocaust had had any of the advantages we, the surviving families, lovers, buds and bros of the many hippies, vagrants, third world citizens, and "desaparecidos" of the 50's, '60s, '70s, '80s and on, have today. Propelled by the same righteous indignation against THE SAME WAR CRIMINALS, SOME STILL IN POWER we can scour the data and "higher planes" of existence all the way to the Akashic Records in our search for justice and recompense.

"Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'".

Strange that our commonly ridiculed "Aquarian Ager's" well honed 'fortune telling' abilities worked so freaking well (93% accuracy, over 13,000 years by my count)and thereby produced the plans for us all to incarnate here and now to usher in a "New Age". Imagine the silent satisfaction of plans laid and history nudged, without notice, over so many lifetimes and years.

All of we who had so long ago collectively planned this - thus - and so . . . colloquiums contingent on colloquys on contingency ongoing . . . synods on stealth . . . never "leaving our footprints in the sands of time" as we tracked across parallel timelines and reality matrix analogs, some familiar, most strange . . . "Poised. Delicate. Consent . . . in mute nostril agony" . . . for millenia we waited you know (Edgar Cayce picked up on it though)to meet up where and when we did and live as many as could through to here and now.

Incarnate now, I believe, to most effectively leverage and "right" some wrongs longstanding (dark times like the Inquisition come to mind) Here to wedge our corporeal forms withal into the gears and racks and slings and arrows and karmic clockworks of the Causal Plane mechanisms running the Wheel Of Dharma, singing: "We're all normal and we want our freedom." in park meadows greened by the fungul effulgence of the "Summer Of Love". At least that's the way this Sage has seen it since before even the "Word" began the expansion of the last Singularity. But what do I know? "A prophet is not without honor, save in his own country." right?

I speak from long experience about believing that just retribution for all cruelties we, the Children Of Light, have suffered WILL manifest, one way or the other, and sooner rather than later. Maybe because I "hunger and thirst after righteousness", or perhaps 'cause there once was a boy who believed, and continued lifelong to feel, that one of his 'multiple personalities' was some sort of "Arbiter" (he knew the word before the meaning) lifetasked with resolving an arcane and longstanding point of metaphysical dispute. Now then, this boy, grown to a much older man, might just (have planned) to happen to be in an appointed place at an appointed time with an appropriate surrajoinder prepared airtight and waiting to be applied with the proper kind and degree of force, through the proper medium to the proper object! Et voila: "Instant Karma"! Just like Magick! (It may even be the prophesied: "hard rain's gonna'fall".)

As always, as proponents of change we all have faced the same verities as our tormentors. I have NO idea why I've survived this long, to be here, now. I know many better folk have fallen, and passed on. I attempt to 'keep the faith' and champion causes like "Social Change Through Freedom From Wage Slavery" and quaintly axiomatic cultural notions like "Truth, Justice and the American Way", and "Peace, Love and Good Vibes".

The '60s taught me that if I make sure everyone I can help is helped if and when they need, then in turn, I of care taken will be as well. If I try always to be "devoted to a noble ideal", doing nothing for “lust of result” and work for what I believe to be the greatest good for the greatest number, I find I always fare far better that any attempting to interfere with me, The Medium, OR The Message.

"The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast

The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The (old) order is
Rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'." - B. Dylan

Anyway, the 'worm has turned' with more 'castings' to come. Our friends who have passed know what we still can't clearly see: "We are forces of chaos and anarchy. Everything they say we are,WE ARE! And we are very proud of ourselves)!" - Jefferson Airplane. Within a couple thousand years "No living being will ever have to be sacrificed." Allow me to say it again then: The "Summer of Love" will work! I divine we have successfully shaped all probable alternate futures to the ancient agreed upon collective "Will", using "Love" as that long ago proposed basis of the "Law" for this "New Age". (Exactly as another "Prophet without honor", and friend of WB Yeats infamously foretold: “Love Is The Law, Love Under Will”.)

" . . .The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away."

- William Butler Yeats
"The Hosting Of The Sidhe"

(To which I'll add, in a wee Wiccan stagewhisper:

"Blessed Be We All, Each And Every One")!

Meascalito Visits Dan And The Clan

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Mescalito Visits Dan And The Clan - A short excerpt from my memoirs (all names bear no resemblance to the actual characters, OK?) It was 1972, South Berkeley up towards College St, and Frat Row. (And the Statute of Limitations has run out for all of us). " Dan And The Clan" had somehow managed a trip to the Southwest and come back with almost 20 pounds of Peyote. (Stolen from tribal land, traded for, gifted - we never knew). Then, there not being a huge market for the puke-inducing psychedelic cacti, the buttons sat in an upstairs closet of the Clan's two-story corner Victorian, and their 4 cats used the full boxes, buttons and sand, as their toilet.

To explain about 'Dan and the Clan'. They were a hippie dealer family, as were we all. Classic 'CounterIntelPro' structures obtained, ever since all of Col. George Hunter White's MKUltra Western Section "went native" in '72 after Bruce Roberts handed Scotty a copy of the Gemstone Files at an S.F. Marina District 'spook' bar. The 'Clan's core consisted of Dan, the triple Gemini patriarch, Rebecca, Suzy, and Don. About 50 of us all told made up the entirety of Berkeley's drug infrastructure. Separated into partnerships ('Hank & Frank', 'Doug & Mick', 'Black-Haired Jerry & Bailey', 'New York John & Patty') or larger groups ('Cal, Scotty & Gandalf' - my 'family': 6 to 7of us squatting in a 3 room railroad apt. across from "Vern's" Grocery about 51st and Telegraph at first, 'Rusty, Paul, Walter & Blonde John', and 'Dan and the Clan', etc.)

Our collective tribal turf ran from Albany to Oakland to the Berkeley Marina ( down by Walter and Hugh and the H Farm). We all had out of town distributors (ours became Gilroy/Morgan Hill) and in town we all knew each other and traded wares. Ergotamine tartrate from the N.I.H. would get delivered (3 lbs every other month or so) by ex-Rangers ('Gunner') to ex-Seals ('Wolfman') and we would get monthly semi-truck deliveries of "red-wraps", "white-wraps" and "blue-wraps"(pressed bricks of Mexican weed). That all stopped with Operation Intercept, closely followed by Operation Sunshine, but that's another story.

In any event, when the Clan discovered their choice peyote buttons had been irrevocably soiled, they freaked. They proceeded to put out a general distress help request over our grapevine, and it just so happened I knew what to do, and whom to get to do it.

There were many factions of folk in those daze, living in communal situations, some of whom even went on to become somewhat infamous as 'hippy-dippy weathermen', Yippie street performers, etc. I happened to know an affiliated chapter of a caucasian 'radical-fringe' guerilla theatre troup occupying two houses (across an Oakland St. from each other, with a tunnel dug between them for quick movement of contraband should the need arise) not far from the Clan, and one of their specialities was chemistry. So I hooked the two groups up.

Within 2 weeks, the smell of ether permeated the Clan's entire neighborhood. Clear plastic tubes ran from second-floor bathrooms to first-floor kitchens. Osterizers were bought and worn out masticating the peyote (after the white tufts of halitin were removed from the button's centers) into pulp. Huge pots were constantly on the stoves as the plant material was rendered for its vital alkaloids. Cases of coffee filters stacked next to Erlenmeyer flasks took up all available shelf space.

It took two weeks, everyone in town paranoid as hell, but in the end, truly sweet glossy bindle papers with the molecular schematic for mescaline printed on the exterior, filled with some of the most spectacular white needle-like crystals imaginable began to circulate around Berkeley, if you knew the right people. Mescalito blessed us with a short visit, and all the street-lights around Berkeley had halos for quite some time.

1972: Double-Bar Bardo And Beyond

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In a RATIONAL society, attraction to brain-chemistry self-adjustment, would indicate a need for some Neuro-pathological study and analysis, based on objective criteria for standardized testing. Sadly, the BILLIONS of dollars the BUSINESS of the "War On Drugs" means to the U.S. economy, and Police Forces and Prisons in general, has prevented Science, rather than fascism and greed from dictating drug policy in this country for almost 100 years. And the 'great liberal hope': Barack Obama, is just another tool for the repression, suppression and oppression of "Brain-Chemistry Suffrage",

As can be seen by just Googleing LSD and following the first suggested link that pops up while typing, any real data about LSD is buried in Mormon (LDS) sites, and Profitmaking Drug Abuse & Rehab sites who paid Google to suppress real data, in favor of their sick greedmonger websites. LSD IS NOT CLASSIFIED AS AN ADDICTIVE DRUG, BUT THE "War on Drugs" profiteers will stop at nothing to misinform the public to make a buck!

“In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is a hallucinating idiot...for he sees what no one else does: things that, to everyone else, are not there.” ― Marshall McLuhan

I took LSD over 500 times, over a 10 year period, ingesting up to 200 'hits' (30,000+ micrograms) at once (thanks to my MKUltra handlers). I NEVER HAD A BAD TRIP OR A FLASHBACK, 40 years on now! 'Bad trips' happen to people who are just neurotic before they take LSD! AND unlike alcohol poisoning, which kills 50,000 people a year, there is NO toxic dosage for LSD, same as there is none with marijauna! No-one, not even Art Linkletter's daughter ever died of LSD poisoning. Unfortunate contra-indications with pre-existing psychological and physiological diseases have caused quite a number of unpleasant immediate reactions, as well as short and long-term ill-effects in many individuals, but NOT because of the physical effects of LSD.

And if anyone wonders: I write Poetry and invent Neologisms second only to James Joyce, conceptualize like Marshall McLuhan, understand advanced Physics and Math better than 99% of the populace still. I have 11 CDs of original music. I was a gainfully employed (Master Machinist/Mechanical Designer) productive and non-criminal member of society for 35 years after my LSD experiences, never arrested (had an forgotten unpaid parking ticket warrant once), never psychotic or delusional, never caused an accident nor abused small dogs or children, etc.etc. In every respect, I am the living refutation of the 'rationale' for the "War On Drugs"!!!

In 1972, My Native American Korean War Marine Vet 'mentor' Scotty (Charles Edward Carrion Crow) thought it would be interesting (or was told to make it interesting) to see how one on the last recipients of a baseline dose of Sandoz 'Yellow Wedge' would react to a major dose of some of the product made from the N.I.H. ergotamine tartrate that was being sent to the Bay Area as part of Operation Sunshine (the attempt to wrest the domestic LSD market away from Tim Leary's Laguna Beach "Brotherhood of Eternal Love" 'Sunshine' product - Dr Leary was also working for the Feds, but was too "arrogant and headstrong" for the TSS leadership). This was before microdots, so one evening while blotting up a 2 gram batch (8,000 hits at 250 mics per- our standard dose) of 'blank white' paper, Scotty slipped an entire large pipette of 151 and acid (100 hits) into my half-drunk beer behind my back. In those days, we dosed ourselves every three days to keep our tolerance up, in case we spilled some on ourselves or otherwise got dosed (we all dosed each other constantly anyway, as practical jokes) we wouldn't go nuts and squander the product. Anyway, an hour or so later, I noticed myself 'coming on', when I should not have been, but this was some good Yellow crystal, with a really nice mix of 17, 19 and 27/29 'flavoring' the 25, and prior to this I had taken 10 hits of 'Clear Light' a few weeks before and loved the difference the larger dose made, so I got giddy and before anyone could stop me, sucked down another pipette full.

I 'peaked' for almost 3 days, I remember, riding my skateboard all over Berkeley in a manic homage to my own "Thrasher" surf legend from Pacifica. Walling impossible angles, laughing with sheer glee at my own ability to defy gravity with reckless abandon (my stomach muscles hurt for weeks). I don't think I got back into full REM sleep for about a week or two, and, ever afterward I have had a 'Pointalist's Vision' of 'Brownian Motion', the 'dance of the air molecules' as I once described it. The difference between 100mics and 1,000mics is noticeable, for sure, but for true "Double-Bar Bardo" trippin' 10,000mics was 'da kine'! I feel blessed that I was allowed the opportunity to leave my ego, my cultural conditioning, and the inculcated solipsistic gloss of "consensual reality" behind, because the limitations of human sensoria, and the even greater limitations of what passes for experiential day-to-day corporeal manifestation on this timeline, at this stage in human evolution, is SO FAR FROM THE TRUE NATURE OF LIFE, AND THE NATURE OF THE METAVERSE, SO FAR FROM THE REAL DIVINITY THAT IS THE TAO, that just a taste was enough to allow me to come back to this 'view through a glass darkly', and persist, because I will always be able to intuit the "Light", even here, with all of you, in darkness. Namaste'

Books 1 & 2 of my memoirs are 60% represented in my 10 years of Blog posts.

As for the 'flavoring' of Acid, Tim Leary's product was reputed to be mixed with about 30mics of STP. Anyone who took Orange Sunshine, or Christmas Acid, should remember the "coming on like a freight-train" sensation. That and the abdominal rictus, were generally indicative of STP. Other analogs of LSD, present due to less than perfect labs, lab techniques, and lab equipment were just a by-product of the underground nature of its production. You got to recognize them, though, over time, and could usually associate the color of a batch with it's purity or lack thereof. Bear's was THE BEST ! Bright white and sparkly, it was a joy to behold. I knew people who eschewed blotting or tabbing it, and would snort it like cocaine, so minimal were the physical side-effects. The best my folk could do was Grey, or Yellow, both with small percentages of non-25 analog impurities. There was one particular fellow only I knew, who always made Green crystal, which sometimes would deliquesce before it could even be put in solution. Such was the nature of "underground" chemistry!

But it wasn't all fun and games, 'Pilgrims'! I still miss my friend: "Mad John". Mad John had some pre-existing organic brain-damage before he landed on Telegraph Avenue in '71, we conjectured. His eccentricity was that he never spoke, he only laughed. But what a veritable gallimaufry of guffaws had he! After being in his company for a few weeks, his expressions were as clear as speech, only they ranged from sniggers to chuckles to belly-laughs. He wasn't non-communicative at all, his was just a very unique form of speech. He was never "out of it", always apparently in the here and now, and a gentler soul I never knew. Unfortunately, he was stomped to death in 1973 in a parking lot in Oakland, by some street thugs who mistook his laughter for disrespect. He and all my sisters and brothers who died from drug or alcohol overdoses are the proof that the evolution of consciousness, and suffrage for the "Last Civil Right" - the freedom to adjust one's own brain-chemistry (an it harm none) in the "pursuit of happiness" are not easy struggles in which to persevere, but no sacrifice will be forgotten while I still draw breath. Namaste'.