“Sittin’ in underwater beach chairs gettin’ high in Paradise mid-70s” copyright 2017 00individual TLL
Paradise was everywhere in the ’60s and the ’70s – every level of society was evolving and no one had the upper hand on what was happening – everyone was on the learning curve, some were ahead, some behind, but there was always the feeling that one was experiencing something very special, undefinable; the Vibe.
On one of many trips with friends up the Pacific Coast during the ’70s to Big Sur, Carmel, and then into Carmel Valley Arroyo Seco – 00individual’s VW camper broke down. Unbeknownst to them at the time, but after a couple of phone calls and through cosmic synchronicity they found out that a family friend of 00individual’s girlfriend just happened to be house-sitting for a Doctor who was vacationing overseas. Once connected, he welcomed them to stay until the camper was fixed. The Carmel Valley mansion had panoramic valley view decks, stone fireplaces, horses – a real trippy place to hang out – and just when needed.
Paradise – where even unfortunate occurrences have fortunate outcomes.
This was a clear example of Karma in action, as a few months earlier 00individual and his girlfriend gave their tickets to a Carole “Tapestry” King concert to him and his wife as a way to maybe help soften their upcoming divorce. This was the cosmic timing of Karma.
And this time it came with an added gift.
The friend told of a way to get back into the Gorge to several Paradise spots. He said to bypass all of the campsites for the normals, go to the Ranger station, and give them the required licenseplate number, number of people camping, and for how many days, and then they were allowed to go past the “No Passing” sign and travel deep down into the Gorge’s floor where three campsites were. The pool shown in the above header was at the beach to their surrounded-by-trees campsite and the water continued back through narrow high-walled canals that opened up into another Paradise with a beach, huge pool, waterfall, trees, canyons – it was idyllic. They stayed for a few days in Paradise and then had to head back to the everyday Paradise – a land that held thrills and fun everyday.
On a return trip, the header photo depicts Beau, 00individual’s family dog out of the water after a good swim, he loved the water. 00individual’s on the right with the stoney grin behind a cool drink as they all enjoy the afternoon ritual of floatin’, and sittin’ in underwater beach chairs, soakin’ in the sun, and gettin’ high smokin’ a joint or two while the girlfriends took photos and joined-in later. 00individual’s two other family dogs, Shyloe and Bosco were not “water dogs” and stayed on shore.
While these were exceptions to daily life, it was almost like icing on the cake, as once back to the “city life” it continued to be as magickal as the Gorge, only different. It was like no matter what the highs or lows or locations were, the sense of magickal times followed one wherever they went.
00individual can testify that there were days, work days, weeks even, that were so filled with the Vibe that he seriously doesn’t remember working, just having fun – now that’s Paradise.
This was a time for living in the now, with the freedom to embrace and enjoy life fully with a focus on exploring one’s mind, body, and individuality. These were very exciting times, truly historic times, and in some cases, unbelievable times, and are reasons why . . .
in the future the 1960s and the 1970s will be seen as a mythic Paradise.
After a snippet epiphany, 00individual wants to go on record with the following prediction: In the future the 1960s and the 1970s will be seen as a mythic Paradise.
As the entire planet’s civilzations become increasingly insane, the cultural climate of the 1960s and the 1970s become more like Paradise every day.
And that is how it will be seen in the future; those two decades will go down (already have) as ground zero for everything good or bad to date. However it will also be seen as a time when individuals were able to freely express themselves fully before the insidious socio-political-ly correct clamp-down on free speech and thought that governs societies today.
Farther in the future, the ’60s and the ’70s will become increasingly mythic; reference to a magickal time that maybe never really existed, however, there will always be the mysterious allure of the mythology of Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll – when individuals lived free in Paradise.
So, unless the future goes the way of apocalyptic wastelands and books of historic fact are as Johnny Cash forsees as a possibilty;
“I’m a child of this age Locked into the pages of your book
And when I am but dust and clay And all the children stop to take a look
Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform And the heights I did aspire
Or will they tear out the pages of the book, To light a fire.”
00individual will continue to relate the ’60s and the ’70s Vibe in digital and analog volumes for posterity of a time when the world was magickal, and anything was possible, every minute of every day.
Or he will provide kindling for a future survivalist campfire. And existentially, he’d be just as honored.
“And in the end”, to paraphrase the Chambers Brothers, not The Beatles:
“I’ve been loved and put aside, I’ve been crushed by the tumbling tide, And my soul has been psychedelicized – But I had my fun.”
It was Paradise; an exciting, thrilling time to be young and free within a still relatively-innocent world – never to be seen or experienced again. Sadly, 00individual speaks Tribal Truth.
The Vietnam war, assasinations, injustice, and all their collateral damage are duly noted; but however strange it all was, those events took place within an increasingly otherworldly environment – one that allowed the fortunately aware to appreciate the moment in Paradise.