giant hippie apology to vets

thanks S H. maybe i`ll like christmas again next year.

 

that's beautiful country in the ozarks.great music,food and especially the people are the nicest i ever met.i was treated very well when i passed through there 35 years ago .i hope it hasn't changed too much since then.

 

I passed through Missouri 33 years ago. Beautiful country. Somehow 3 hits wound up in my possession on the way through. A little treat for when I crossed the Colorado river. Hello California...

 

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Oh, far out - here is what I just posted on that other thread:

Quote: "i was actually @ some point in the future wanting to come up w/ a giant hippie apology to vets. cuz one of the reasons i lost a relationship was that very thing, or perhaps a small part of it. i just dunno what section on here i`d put it in."

You found the right section and I found you and I just want to say, no problem.

And I agree about people having the potential to be multidimensional. Here is what I posted last night in Rainbow forum:

It felt like we were pioneers. In 1965 there were a very few tiny nodes here and there, like in the SF Bay area, LA and Boston. I was going into the Marine Corps. In 1966 SF and London were happening and it was accelerating and spreading across the more civilized and freer world (and the decay beginning) – and I was fighting in Vietnam. The flowers came into full bloom in 1967 and I was still fighting and then I came home in September and not too much later I was in it, lying on a mattress in my apartment, seeing the reality of worlds, people, cells and Spirit rolling and tumbling in endless cycles through and beyond space and time – endlessly, eternally. And I saw a tower rising up out the earth and it was like God and I was healed (though my work was far from done).

That’s just how fast and high things were happening in so few years. I was living with my mate from the Corps in various run-down apartments and duplexes in an old and friendly part of town. I was going to school (hardly at all) and collecting veteran’s education bennies but the real program was getting high. Later my wife and I were living in the same sorts of places in the same part of town – lots of people around, hanging out, many, including us, living together in 3s and 4s. We were all exploring some fairly uncharted territories in several dimensions. I was reading things like the Tao, Be Here Now, anything I could find by Stephen Gaskin and so on. I was listening to all the things that everyone was, like the Airplane, Country Joe, the Beatles; and also the Incredible String Band (a cellular group, true hippies).

Around 1973 we were living on a nice, narrow street in a nice duplex with high ceilings, some rounded doorways, stained glass windows in the front and the warmest, coziest kitchen you can imagine. One day I was sitting in the living room, looking out through the stained glass, the world shimmering, sparkling and trails of sparkles inside and out and I was reading an essay by Wendell Berry in the Whole Earth Catalog. The basic idea of the essay was that we need to think small; we need to be good husbands, wives, parents, neighbors; we need to grow a garden. I went out back and started digging my first garden. That first one didn’t do well, but 35 years later I’m still gardening and learning.

A friend got 1000 orange barrels and we started taking a lot – how much, it’s hard to say, but a lot in strength and a lot in frequency. In the end, it was too much for me (and later, too much for my friend). I got ahead of myself in time and was pretty much paralyzed.

I quit tripping about 1973, except that my Mom and I took --- together in 1989 when she was dying from cancer. At first it was all trippy and oh wow; and then she in hell; and finally, my Mom had a healing vision.

From 1977 until now I’ve worked with people on the margins of society – people with terminal illness, refugees, people who are very poor. I haven’t made a lot of money, but I’ve been mostly true to the vision given me in those very high times (for me 1967-1973). Around 1984 the Dalai Lama was here and after his homily there were maybe 50 or 60 people 5 or 6 deep around him and I was on the outside of the circle and he reached through the people and took my hands, he held my hands together like in a prayer and said, “Keep doing this work.” He’d never seen me before and nobody had told him anything about me.

And now I find myself here, kind of returning to my roots, vision quests and seeing that in this scene, the flowers have kept on blooming (and still falling into decay). Shpongle seems as real as the Dead or Incredible String Band in taking seriously their presence in a lot of open and thus vulnerable minds. Last year, at my first festival in more than 35 years I met some very nice people in a very nice scene. Backpacking in Colorado, I met more nice people. Headed for New Mexico this summer. Little by little, I’m opening, returning.

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