i. Our story

Sol and Pepper
Stoned Hippies
Published in
4 min readJul 26, 2022

To all normies, Degens, OGs, dolphins and whales, Stoned Hippies Realm is an ode to you all.

Having been born in a country that was once the ultimate hippie junction, I grew up listening to mind-boggling stories of free-spirited souls living off of free judgment with nothing but love and positivity. My freaky uncle told me of his hippie friends and their love for nature and acceptance. They were an entire generation of eccentric and rebellious souls who believed in peace and love, protested against war, violence and used flower power as a symbol of that rebellion against the system.

My idea of a hippie grew from the stories my uncle engraved in me, his archives, his ever-green quirky bell-bottom pants and the almost faded denim jacket that I still wear today. My uncle and his colorful hippie bunch have passed away but I still wear layers of his stories and experiences in my sleeves, under my hair and in my memories. And among many of them, today I share with you a story, a secret, a treasure; any way you take it that I have been bestowed in trust by my uncle.

The story is of a history that is repeating itself. This story is of a secret realm known as the STONED HIPPIES REALM. It was in the late 60s when the voodoo happened, when the future did not know what was instored for them; took place in a little cozy tea shop called the “Cigis”. Ask me what the exact year or month or day is and I do not have an answer; maybe there was no answer but uncle said the year was pure ecstasy.

Hundreds of hippies on their magic bus paused their journey in Kabul, Afghanistan and then ventured onto the hippie trail. While this seemed like the case for many hippies, there were a bunch, 22 hippies to be precise who would show up at the Cigis everyday. The ritual would start from the afternoon tea and would go on till midnight jamming, grooving to their favorite music and of course there’s the cosmic recreation that kept the vibe alive. Days, weeks, months went by and these 22 hippies were still in the neighborhood free loving, free living. Years passed by and some old travelers who made trips back to Kabul would find the bunch channeling the same energy and essence in the same ol’ Cigis.

In the late 70s, with the war and political instability, almost all of the hippies paved their way back to where they came from and it is assumed that these 22 hippies too journeyed back but what no one knew was that these hippies had a different plan. They are what we now call the OG Hippies who never left the ground that provided them with the utmost joy and a place that instilled in them the positive energies. They carried the vibrations and decided to build a secret community where every member flourished and thrived, grieved and grew out of the obstacles together. For more than 5 decades, the community blissfully stretched from 22 to 2222 members who are now all ready to spread comfort, peace, positivity to the world that needs the most.

Their 2222 vibration represents the hippie soul from the past and our energy from the present. These stoned hippies are counter-cultural rebels who reject institutionalized religion, authority and conformity in favor of personal growth, peace, love and happiness. They reflect the present us, our lifestyle that values free love, recreation, music, communal living and self-sufficiency.

This secret is not a secret anymore, the realm is for everyone to witness. I am somewhat a pigeon, your messenger of love that needed to unveil this secret out at one point of time and it seems, the time is now.

What unfolds with the Stoned Hippies Realm is a mystery but one thing I know for sure is once you are a part of the community, you are surrounded in togetherness;

in high and in your low.

You will love, you will puff ,

You will find peace

hidden in tiny magic sweet,

You will fall, you will grow

With positivity that overflow

As a Stoned hippie, we will be one of a kind generation, bred in at least modest comfort, housed anywhere as a nomad, fueled up in best music, sufficing and if not, creating sufficient.

To Peace, Puff and Positivity.

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