FRIDAY THE 13TH
It’s not always psychedelic drugs that create mind-blowing experiences, sometimes it’s the place – and sometimes it’s the place in time.
00individual continued seeking varied esoteric knowledge beyond the Golden Years of Psychedelia and will continue ’til his dying day.
Therefore, as the years and decades rolled by 00individual’s altered states of consciousness kept in cosmic connection with the “strange attracts strange” theory – proven many times within these posts – and is evident in this strangely synchronistic Friday the 13th experience.
So, get altered and take a short Trip from the ’60s and ’70s into the future for Mind-Blower #19:
It was September, 1996, I was driving east from Pacific Coast Highway on Wilshire Boulevard in Santa Monica, California as I have done many times before, only this time it was on a Friday, the 13th.
My destination was a production company I was affiliated with that was east of 26th street and down a few blocks south of Wilshire.
Lunch hour traffic delayed my progress as I slowly passed 11th street, then 12th, so I decided to turn south at the next street, Euclid, and zig-zag the rest of the route.
Euclid is used in many cities across the U.S. as the stand-in street name for the superstitious street number “13”.
Exactly as I turned south onto Euclid (13th Street), I just happened to look at my Jeep’s digital clock as it changed from 12:59 to 1:00 PM (1300 hours) on Friday the (13th). As I completed the right turn the sky immediately dimmed, like when you put on sunglasses, only I was already wearing sunglasses.
I raised my shades at once to see why the sky dimmed, but had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting a woman pedestrian who appeared in front of me. Even though she was not crossing the street at a crosswalk, she still shook her fist at me.
00individual has learned long ago that to ignore signs is basically a sin and to make excuses for bizarre synchronicity is equally as bad.
That said the only thing that could have darkened the sky that way would have been a huge passing cloud, and it was a clear day. So whatever happened that Friday the 13th will always be a mystery.
But 00individual knows that this was not a mystery, it was a gift; a strange, bizarre, quick synchronistic 13th street, 13 hundred hours, Friday the 13th Psychedelic Trip for a deserving and observant Tripper.
Seems apropos to thank all of the Gods of Rock ‘n’ Roll (Hedonism, pure Hedonism), the Gods of Karma (pre-life commitments), Cosmic Jokers (I know who you are), Deities and Devils (human and otherwise) for the allowance of the opportunity to experience a lifetime in this time in history.
00individual thanks all forces who contribute to higher understandings with an outrageous sense of humor, mostly, in the end – mostly. I feel like Newt.
The strongest basis as a source for the negativity surrounding this date occurred on Friday, Oct. 13, 1307 when France’s King Philip IV had the Knights Templar rounded up as a falsely-accused “corrupt order” within the church and then had them tortured and executed for heresy.
Justifiably the infamy of this date may be forever cursed by that one event that occurred nearly seven-hundred years ago. Any negative outcome attributed to, or involving the number 13 that occurred throughout history only added to the superstition.
Proof of how powerful this symbol is negatively-imprinted in society is evident in the majority of cities and towns that have no 13th Streets or Avenues, and usually there are no 13th floors or room numbers in buildings, especially hospitals and hotels, and so on.
Airlines, the stock market and countless other service industries take a hit every Friday the 13th due to perceived negative connotations.
In essence, observance of this “superstition” by the people at large perpetuates and creates a “self-fulfilling prophecy” effect.
Frequencies of occurrence: In one year out of every seven, Friday the 13 th occurs three times; in three years, it’s twice; in the other three years, once.
Friday the 13th – Superstitious?
“I AIN’T SUPERSTITIOUS”
Jeff Beck – electric guitar
Rod Stewart – lead vocals
Ronnie Wood – bass guitar
Micky Waller – drums
Possibly the Best Psychedelic Blues Hard Rock Song of All Time!
You can feel the massive momentum from the first seconds as Jeff starts out with some dirty wah-wah that he’d only been messin’ with up ‘til now.
Rod Stewart’s never been better. Ron and Micky are massive and are at their thunderous best.
Beck manifests some amazing wah-wah sounds, cat-calls, dog howls and distorts that eventually build into torturous levels all because that “black cat crossed my trail” – which then turns into a Beck wah-wah extravaganza which gives way to an excellent Micky Waller drum flourish whereby Beck finally destroys the wah-wah in one of the best climax/finishes in Rock history!
This gives me cold chills, goose bumps and raises the hair I have left on my head!
But I ain’t superstitious – mostly.
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