The 60’s: Chapter 6
Message In A Bottle
I took so much Acid in the late 60’s I’m continually surprised that I was able to come back to this earth.
LSD changed my perception of reality, forever.
However, in the last 50 years, I have found myself 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 it I became lost in the miasma and negativity of it all.
I lost myself and my revolutionary spirit.
In that long passage of time I began to forget what those three short years had taught me and that forgetting was nearly the death of me.
In these writings, I am finding the lost parts of my heart, soul, mind and fiery spirit. The lessons of those 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, in my writing, I reached back my insights were there, exactly where I’d had left them. They were in my memory. greeting me with open arms and joy full smiles. We held each other tightly and 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 tears and forgetfulness.
I am holding my life’s notations here, close to my heart and I offer them to you as my act of atonement for all the years that have passed.
I sent them adrift in the vast salty ocean of my limitless weeping and now I have rescued them just in the nick of time.
I have recalled the fact that during the 60’s 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.
In the 60’s I was not being ripped back into my past and I was completely unconcerned with my future. I had fully realized the futility of the unworkable duality of those time zones.
I was completely free and I didn’t understand that I was hurtling into a future that would eventually rip that freedom and its knowing’s from my mind and heart.
To thrive in the journey of my life I need all of my awareness and the insight I had gained in my psychedelic expedition.
Between April of 1968 and May of 1970, the forces of darkness started edging out the light of my consciousness. With the loss of that light my dreams began to wither and die.
The end started for me with the killings of Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy, the end was the riot in People’s Park in Berkley on May 15th 1969.
The students in a lot of the Universities were making such a loud outcry that the chambers of power were forced to listen.
The constabulary listened very carefully and then they made a decision and with that decision a plan of action came into being.
The action was that the mighty started hauling out their guns to begin their tactics of fear and intimidation using the occasional shooting spree.
We, the many young people, were their targets as tear gas blinded us, shots were fired and we were jailed.
I know this to be true. I was in People’s Park on that sunny May afternoon.
At Kent State, the crowd and some of the students were maimed and died. They were killed because of a war that was inhumane and immoral. They mortally harmed because they believed that it didn’t need to be this way.
The revolution had begun.
In that one year between 1969 and 1970 I became very fearful and that was when my freedom withered and became simply an ellipsis in time.
Since that era, I have had the opportunity to contemplate how those few years changed America and me.
This is what I know now.
The Vietnam war became the endless war of power hungry thugs.
Marching for Civil rights has lead us from the hope of Martin Luther King to the riot in Charlottesville West Virginia.
The sexual revolution opened the door to Gay pride, Aids and same sex marriage.
Women rebelled for the second time in a century and gave all of my gender a fighting chance if not a complete reality in this country.
In my mind, I can see the thread of events from then to now and I recall this quote “If people would listen history would stop repeating itself.”
I am a bit of a history buff and I truly believe that the 60’s inform so much of my life today.
I can’t forget this and I hope my story will help you remember too.
Viva la revolucion!
Next: Chapter 7 — And Then I Shaved My Head