TRUE PSYCHEDELIC TRIPS!
MIND-BLOWER #5 1969/1970
LSD: the GOOD, the BAD and the UGLY
A few of us met back at the beach pad after a rollicking Friday night; the acid was waning into the always introspective downside (or upside – depending on who you are) and we were passing around joints with guys I regarded as friends, but then I really looked at the term friendship and realized that the ideal is always used in conversation but in “reality” was not actually true. Out of five or six guys there were two that I felt were really friends and beyond that room there were none – and I knew a lot of people back then and a lot of different groups. That could be a cold reality for some or an honest reality check for others. Here’s a good acid test; a friend is someone who will help you move – a real friend is someone who will help you move a body.
A bowl of hashish kind of jump-started the acid trip back on course as I found myself talkin’ philosophical with my writing friend from our future experimental joint venture 1970s Psychedelic Short Story. We were in the back room with only one set of windows on the ocean side, drapes drawn, and the bathroom door was shut (I checked all of this at the time, as you’ll soon know why) so the room was not totally dark but movie-style dark where you can kind of see from an ambient dim light down the hallway.
Anyway we were deep into heavy Theosophy and a dash of politics when straight ahead in front of us on the dark blank wall a small dot of white light appeared – the dot stayed stationary then separated into two more dots that made a triangle.
We both stopped talking as we watched the dots get concentrically-bigger and as they did they became colorful – like the colors in an opal. My immediate first thought was that it was a reflection of a car coming up the street but the drapes were drawn and we were above another house and car lights never reflected this high up off the street before.
What eliminated the “any source of light from outside” was the geometric morphing; as this was happening on the wall as if it was its own light source.
We both just watched in awe as this “light show” came and went.
And there we were, staring at a blank dark wall.
That was far out!
So as strange as it seems, when you’re on hallucinogenic drugs it sometimes acts as a catalyst for experiences of “synchronicity of strangeness”. Like attracts like – when you’re strange and weird you attract the strange and weird.
The only explanation I could ever offer was that our state of psychedelic mind and our conversation must have touched on something ethereal and somehow brought about a psychic or supernatural event.
This was an early experience of many “strange attracts strange” moments to come while psychedelicized and in this case I was thankful that I had a witness because many times with no outside validation you just have to either accept it as reality or the reality of where your head was at – or toss it off as a hallucination – this was not a hallucination, this was a connection, but to or with what I will probably never know.
But even without LSD, those are decisions we make daily, whether to accept the reality we are given or the reality we choose or the reality we are forced to experience.
Remember, reality exists based only on agreement.
A group of us dropped acid and headed out to a party in Hermosa Beach and I got sidetracked and lost the group and therefore the party house as I was communicating with a local cat, not a hipster, a cat, and when I looked up everyone was gone so I decided to just cruise the neighborhood and see where the night would take me.
As I headed toward Pacific Coast Highway, where I could thumb a ride back to my home base at the time,the black cat I had spoken with earlier kept pace with me up near the houses and bushes -we chatted as we walked. When I was nearing the Highway I looked back and the black cat was gone.
I hitched a ride with a cool enough guy until about half-way into the ride while motoring east on Manchester Boulevard he starts talking about being on the Spahn (Movie) Ranch, just outside L.A., with Charlie Manson; this was right when it was all happening, right after the Tate-La Bianca murders. And then he looks at me and says, “You’re fryin’ aren’t you?” Now I’m pretty proud of my Psychedelic Poker Face but this guy saw right through it. I started to get a little freaked, but kept it together. He said he had just left in time, and I’m thinking, in time for what? Am I riding with a Manson Family member just waiting to go off?
Of course, this might classify as a “bad” trip, but not in the classic sense of losin’ it, but instead just a somewhat scary supreme “bum-my-trip” episode – but because I had my head on securely and after some well-placed conversation I was let off at my, er, um, destination and as soon as he was out of sight I took off and back-tracked home. It was a creepy, but cool walk home as I survived yet another adventurous psychedelic weekend.
and the UGLY
Back in the day us Hippies loved to romp in nature and the quest for the best creek, waterfall or hot springs was always on and being nude to fully appreciate the experience was a totally acceptable form of behavior – we were uninhibited.
During a winter visit to Aspen, Colorado me and my two good friends were allowed by the knowledge of a local friend to venture to this cool place off in the woods where someone built a small shack-structure over a pool of natural hot springs. We had dropped acid earlier in the day so this would be a very mellow way to ease the comedown.
It was lightly snowing and after getting near melted in the pool the four of us would do the traditional Indian-style nude run from the hot spring and lay down into the shallow ice water creek and/or lay in the snow until the pores on your skin were contracting with pins and needles across your whole body and then head back into the steaming hot mineral water and get the reverse sensation – what a gas!
We were shootin’ the shit, laughing and sharing a joint when we heard footsteps outside. Now this is near-dark, snowing and in a very remote, isolated and supposedly unknown-to-only-few-locals environment, when the door to the shack quickly opens and two Deliverance guys with rifles are standing there.
Well, there we were, totally vulnerable long-haired nude Hippies faced with a very scary situation – was this really happening to us?
They told us to get out! We could only grab our clothes and run. My one buddy said that he left his ring and was going back for it but just then I heard one of the Rednecks say something about “.. goin’ up one side of ‘em and down the other!” I didn’t bother to mentally define the intention, it sounded pretty sick to me so I persuaded him to forget the ring, climb the trail and put his clothes on in the car.
I think for all four of us the reality shock value overcame any psychedelic freak out as this scene was the freak out.
But then again, it’s all about living to tell the tale.
One may ask at his point, “Why would a whole generation willingly take mind-expanding drugs that had the potential of a “bad” trip?” The answer is simple; because the good totally outweighed the bad!
Plus, after a while you became the master of the mind-blower as long as you could “maintain” – which I laugh about now remembering how many times I had to say that to others – and they to me. “Maintain, Man, maintain.”
Fun times and beyond.
We Wuz Krazy Psychedelic Kidz!
00individual wants to send you all off in a total state of bliss:
Controversial Non-Psychedelic Side Note: After seeing the Good the Bad and the Ugly countless times, as it is easily one of my Top Ten All Time Favorites, I totally disagree with the traditional belief of Good = Blondie, Bad = Angel Eyes and Ugly = Tuco – this is just not correct.
Tuco may be “ugly” but he is really only “bad”, as we know from his list of crimes which mainly deal with larceny, theft, etc. Angel Eyes however, is truly “ugly” and beyond “bad” as we are shown by his daily torture and senseless killings. This is my contrary to popular belief opinion and is why I deliberately associated the eye-shots with the titles in the headliner art above. -00individual