“Psilocybin Journey to Hobbitland” copyright 2013 00individual TLL
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MIND-BLOWER #10 – Fall 1970
PSILOCYBIN JOURNEY TO HOBBITLAND
I was on a road trip from L.A. to Oregon with three friends named Mike; our destination was to visit with Dealer (Monster) Mike’s parents who had moved up there recently.
On the way we stopped off south of San Francisco and north of Monterey to visit surfer friends at the beach in Santa Cruz (future “Lost Boys” site) and grooved there for a couple days.
On our first day there while enjoying a good time and tokin’ we found out that Zappa and the Mothers were playing at Pepperland, a small venue nearby in San Rafael and fortunately we were able to snag some tickets.
Pepperland was like a big over-sized club and all of us were about twenty feet from the stage for the show. Mark Volman and Howard Kaylan of the Turtles (and previously “the Crossfires” from my hometown and high school of Westchester) were now in the Mothers so it was fun to see them and enjoy a nice intimate night of Rock ‘n’ Roll Madness! It was a cool gift, a totally unexpected concert experience!
After the concert, back at the surf pad, we smoked some of Monster Mike’s opium between about six or seven people. One by one everyone passed into Dreamland – until it got down to me and a Mike – and that’s all I remember – until the dreams came.
Once back on the road, we entered Big Basin Redwood State Park and continued our “Hobo Hotel” accommodations with some more friends we knew in the town of Ben Lomond.
After fun greets of shared music and fine weed, our Brothers suggested we go hiking up a secret deep-forest ravine where we could find old relics like hand-made nails from an old logging mill area and if we ventured further up the ravine we could enter a fantastic “Hobbitland” with massive overgrown vegetation and trees – we would know it once we reached the “hole in the ceiling”.
Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit were huge in the early ‘70s – even with no blockbuster movies to promote them. Instead we read the books, and along with a copy of “The Anarchist’s Cookbook”, and maybe a copy of “Whole Earth Catalog”, everyone owned Tolkien’s books and everyone’s pets were named after characters in the books – everyone’s.
(Enjoy Bo Hansson’s “Lord of the Rings” from September 1972 – a sublime environmental soundtrack to accompany this post.)
This expedition sounded like some serious mysterious fun so we drove to where we were instructed, parked off road and headed up the forest ravine.
By this time in my Psychedelic Life I had conquered and enjoyed most forms of psychedelics and even looked forward to the “look in the mirror” that sometimes came with more intense drugs or doses – same with the three Mike’s – we all were Psychedelic Vets of Surreal Adventures.
So, even though we all abide to the Hippie road trip creed; “bring supplies”, it’s a cool benefit to have a Dealer along as there would always be plenty of fun stash to consume.
And for this journey to Hobbitland we were powered by incremental doses of psilocybin – a perfect complement to our nature trip.
I was nineteen, almost twenty and probably in my best-ever physical state, so the trek was not an effort, but as we got higher up the ravine – we got higher. Even though we had energy to spare, we would take “psychic breaks” and enjoy another small dose of what we had termed, “Psilocybin Psychic Power”.
At some point on the trip, even though I knew the whole environment around me was alive, I suddenly became aware of its intelligence and it was as if I was surrounded by a sentient web of vegetation and felt not as the alien but as a symbiotic member of their world. I felt accepted.
Was this due to a hyper-sensitivity in the plant world to recognize the “mushroom” in my system? Was I registering enough symbiotic plant life to receive the “love” of the entire plant world that surrounded me?
I decided to enjoy the moment – as it was as real as anything else I’ve ever experienced.
My interaction caused me to lag way behind the three Mikes; I had to scurry to catch up.
The further we went up the ravine the more lush and seemingly larger the vegetation became – until we could sit on the huge moss-covered tree trunk roots like they were big velvet sofas, wait, they were big velvet sofas!
Then as I looked around, everything became vibrant, detailed and the greens of the forest were so green they were almost blue and it was like we were in a cathedral with the towering trees supporting a forest ceiling. And then I realized that the trees had given way to a huge semi-circular stone mountain cave opening and just then we all saw it, the “hole in the ceiling” – we had arrived at the entrance to Hobbitland!
When alone and confronted with, well, the supernatural, it’s all up to you, but when others see what you see by majority rule it takes on a real cool vibe.
From our view we could see just how far we had traveled – off to our right across the creek and through a clearing, we could look down upon a misty carpet of green treetops and down to the lowlands. We were so high that it seemed like the blue of the sky was the atmosphere just on the other side of the Hobbitland “Doorway”.
We all began to sense that the air we were breathing was different, exhilarating, but different – or were we having a unified reaction to our cumulative doses of Psilocybin?
Our psychedelicized time/space distortion and psychic physical abilities of endurance got us to this point and now we needed to make a group decision: to continue on or start the long trip back down the ravine – and that’s not accounting for any side “trips” on the way.
Was what we saw the Doorway to Hobbitland? Or just a continued ascent through a progressively more unearthly lush environment in Big Basin Supernatural Forest?
I’ll never know for sure, as even psychedelicized heads prevailed; though two of us were adventurous, one was cautious and one was done – Cautious had the car keys.
We reluctantly headed back down the ravine. Thankfully another nice dose of our Psilocybin Psychic Power assisted us greatly.
After some cool adventures at our final destination in Oregon, we had to get back on the road to L.A. as we were low on cash and stash. Fortunately, lower on cash, for as we all know, “Weed will get you through times of no cash, better than cash will get you through times of no weed!”
While passing through Monterey we found out that the Big Sur Folk Festival was happening – another totally unplanned entertainment treat. So we stopped, parked and wandered in and caught a couple songs by Joan Baez; “Joan Baez – The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” and “Let It Be”. We needed people like Joan Baez – she was focused, credible and determined to stand up for free speech, human rights, freedom, equality and justice, even if it meant being arrested. She was a spokeswoman for our tribe with a beautiful voice to convey it all.
Back on the road before leaving the Big Sur area we stopped and enjoyed the Famous (to us Hippies) Tarzan Swing Over the Pond! A terrific ride from a thick rope tied by a brave soul waaaay out on a very high massive tree limb over a huge, deep beautiful blue-green pond hidden just off the ocean side of Highway One.
You’d swing out like Tarzan holding a vine from a rock ledge fairly high up already; so you start out high above the water and then swing out even higher, so when you let go you get the thrill of a mini-free-fall before you dive in. Real Hippie fun!
There were usually others of our Tribe there skinny-dippin’ and Tarzan Swingin’ but that day we had it all to ourselves – for a while – until a couple groups showed up and that was our cue to pass the fun on to them and we got back on the the last leg of our Psychedelic Psilocybin Days and Ethereal Opium Nights Hippie Road Trip.
Us Hippies knew how to have fun naturally:
smokin’ nature’s herb enjoying nature’s mushrooms holdin’ on to nature’s hemp rope
and swingin’ from nature’s trees then diving into nature’s water.