When I was in Santa Barbara (early 80's - still practicing the TMSP) I tried 
coke. So, anyway, I snorted some at work and even though I felt as if I was The 
Master Of The Universe, my hands were shaking - wasn't even the master of the 
Men's Room -lol. The other time I did it was with a group and we were drinking 
too. After that wore off, the hangover was kind of like one on acid, feeling 
very physically and emotionally depleted, only a bajillion times worse. In fact 
my life looked completely black, bleak and dark, for several hours, until I 
finally crashed. So both of those experiences were enough. Conclusion: Cocaine 
DEFINITELY sucks. 
---In [email protected], <noozguru@...> wrote :

 Orange Sunshine was pretty mellow, Owsley's Purple Haze was rather mind 
shattering and pure Sandoz very creepy.  Psilocybin was hallucinogen without 
paranoia (LSD probably had that side effect due to stuff it was cut with).  The 
drug I stayed away from was cocaine.  I can thank Johnny Cash since he claimed 
it gave him a "deviated septum" and none us in my band wanted that.
 
 In 1970 I gave George Lucas a copy of "Autobiography of a Yogi" and he told me 
he was going to read it.  Guess he did.
 
 On 11/07/2014 07:35 AM, Share Long sharelong60@... mailto:sharelong60@... 
[FairfieldLife] wrote:

   Richard, I was a long married, suburban housewife during the early hippie 
movement. Funnily enough, my hubby and I got our marijuana from a guy stationed 
at Ft. Meade! Go figger indeed. I was too scared to do LSD, thank God!
 
 
 From: "'Richard J. Williams' punditster@... mailto:punditster@... 
[FairfieldLife]" <[email protected]> 
mailto:[email protected]
 To: Richard J. Williams <[email protected]> 
mailto:[email protected] 
 Sent: Friday, November 7, 2014 8:35 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] The Birth of the Hippies [1 Attachment]
 
 
   We attended class and listened to Stephen Gaskin every Monday evening for 
several months back in 1970. He gave lectures at the Family Dog and hundreds of 
people would gather to get high and listen to his words of wisdom. Gaskin is 
the first person to explain to me what karma means. A few weeks later I was 
able to use that word in a sentence talking to Travis Rivers about the SF 
Oracle newspaper. Stephen Gaskin, R.I.P.
 
 This was the early days when if you had read Yogananda's book you were 
considered to be advanced spiritually. By then I was reading Tibetan Yoga and 
Secret Doctrines. Go figure. For those who were too young or weren't born yet, 
have you ever wondered what it would have been like to be in the first wave of 
hippies that crested in the late 1960s and early 70s? Here is a nice report:
 
 
 
 Stephen Gaskin leads the Monday Night Class at the Family Dog in 1970 (Photo: 
Gerald Wheeler)
 
 
http://www.tokeofthetown.com/2011/07/holy_hippies_book_tells_story_of_1971_pot-fueled_b.php
 
http://www.tokeofthetown.com/2011/07/holy_hippies_book_tells_story_of_1971_pot-fueled_b.php



 
 





 
 

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