MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

I took so much Acid between the beginning of 1967 and May of 1969, I’m continually surprised, that I was able to come back to this earth.

LSD changed my perception of reality, forever.

In the last 40 years, I have found my self, in a dizzying array of bad situations and equally bad judgement calls. I started to have all the emotional problems that were the result of those bad calls. My common sense was obliterated, and without that, I became lost in the miasma.

In the passage of those years, I slowly started to forget what those three short years had taught me, and that forgetting, was nearly the death of me.

In these words and chapters, I am finding the lost parts of my heart, soul and mind. The lessons of those three years, have always been inside me, like small, obedient children, that have been told, “You wait right here, so I can find you when I return.”

And when I returned, there they were. Exactly where I’d had left them. They were there, waiting to greet me, with their open arms and joy full smiles.We gripped our hands tightly, and we found our way back home.

These are my messages in a bottle. They have returned to me, safe, dry and crisp; from their bottled bobbing’s, and their long journey, in the sea of forgetfulness.

I am holding them here, and I offer them to you, as an act of generosity, and atonement, for all the years that have passed, since I sent them adrift in the vast salty ocean of my tears.

During the years between 1967 and 1969, I was completely free of all mental and emotional problems, and even though I was dosed up to my eyeballs in psychedelics, I was somehow very steady and strong. I was not drug addled, I wasn’t out of it, I was in it, and being in it, made everything clear. That is what happens, in the now.

I was not being ripped back into my past and I was completely unconcerned with my future. I had fully realized the futility of those two time zones. I was completely free, and I was hurtling into a future, that would eventually, rip that freedom, and its knowing’s, from my hope filled hands.

I was going to need all of my awareness and the insight I had gained in my psychedelic expedition. I was passing from those blissful times, into complete pandemonium.

Between April of 1968 and May of 1969, the forces of darkness started edging out the light. With the loss of that light, our dreams began, to wither and die.

It all started for me, with the killings of Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy.

The U.S. Government continued the slaughter in Vietnam. The students of the Universities were making such a loud outcry, that the chambers of power were forced to listen.

They listened very carefully, and made a decision, and with that, a plan of action came into being.

The action was, that the mighty started hauling out their guns, and they began their deadly shooting spree.

We were their targets, and their guns roared and shot into the crowd.

We were that crowd, and some us of died, on campuses and rallies all over the country. We died because of a war that was inhumane and immoral. We died because we believed, that it didn’t need to be this way.

The revolution had begun.

The only thing that can conquer freedom is fear.

In that one year between 1968 and 1969, I became very fearful, and that was when my freedom died, and became simply an ellipses in time.

More to follow…