Bullshit poppycock and wizardry

 

Bullshit poppycock  and wizardry



see also:   Have you looked in the mirror yet

Maybe you’ve gone and never known


    Heading back fifty-three years to the initial consciousness expanding experience in my little house on Seminole in Lynwood. The year was c.1971 and we had been getting pumped up to try LSD for months. Finally, I got a few orange barrels from Doctor Craig and set out to learn the secrets of Cosmic apotheosis. Kaleidoscopic. Hallucinogenic. Psychotropic Consciousness.  In other words we were ready to trip and as novices we had no idea what was ahead. This was the great orange sunshine LSD that Tim Scully and Nick Sand had produced in Northern California to turn on everyone in the world. The purpose was to give to the people the glories of turning on, tuning in and dropping out.  As mentioned in another post I tape-recorded the beginnings of the voyage through the efulgence of my 400 square foot pad. Greg and I were the intended space cadets but Tom Barney and Johnny Knowlton showed up and each dropped a hit to join the visit to psychedelic Lynwood. We started to feel the effects within twenty minutes and excitedly tried to explain our awe of the sights and sounds being experienced.  We were giddy and restless but maintaining pretty well when Greg's odd pal Frank showed up. Despite his awkwardness Greg befriended him and we all tried to make him feel welcome to the chaotic scene. However, Frank had taken acid a couple of times before and now set himself up as some kind of mystic guru who would guide us into the unknown. He began spouting these invented signposts on the road of celestial enlightenment. We have seen "maybe you have gone and never known" or "have you looked in the mirror yet!" that he issued like a prophet from a previously mind-blown throne. Being that Frank was an 18 year old kid and I was a world-weary 22 year old college grad I started to get frustrated with the way he was trying to take over our trip to Orange sunshine Shangri-la. Finally, after some slight giggles and moments of silence I blurted out after one of his sentences of psychedelic sagacity"Bullshit...poppycock...wizardry" Why that came out I have no idea but it was somewhat effective and the rest of the story may be found in "Maybe you have gone and never known" in this collection.      

                     


           

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