Rip Van Miguel
I feel like I’ve just woken up from a very long sleep and while I was out the entire world became a crazy acid flashback. Just like the original Rip Van Winkle, I’ve returned after a strange election has taken place where the good guys became the bad guys and the bad guys, well, they’ve finally shown their true colors.
On the surface things have surely changed in the last ten years since I once again slipped off the grid, or maybe it really all started when President Ike warned us that psycho chickens were taking over the henhouse. That was over a half a century ago, but back then, no one was paying attention. You can’t say that history is repeating itself, but life certainly does seem like it’s about to rhyme with the sixties era. If you don’t believe that we’re on the “Eve of Destruction,” how about a giant WTF?!
What are we thinking people!? Well we’re not. If they came out tomorrow and said Martians are running things in the White House I’d say ok, at least that makes sense. Now here’s the good part: people are finally waking up just like they did in the sixties. The current authoritarianism through chaos has spawned a new generation of war protest, the awareness of division of classes, racism, female equality, changing sexual ideas, native pride, noticing we are destroying our environment, marijuana reform, new technology and of course the groundbreaking breakthroughs with psychedelic entheogens. Here we go kids! It’s time to make a quantum leap, and it couldn’t have come too soon. You don’t have to be a weatherman to know which way this wind blows and she’s blowing like one of those “safe” oil pipelines in North Dakota. We need a new paradigm because the old ones are antiquated and just don’t work anymore. They’ve turned the country into a grade B Reality TV Show, completely void of reality, where the truth doesn’t matter and what’s important is the arrogance and self-absorption they lie with.
Flashback! As the sixties era was coming to an end, I had not only left the United States, but I’d left civilization all together. In fact, only Sasquatch got more off the grid than me. I ended up living among many of the uncontacted tribes of the Amazon jungle, searching for the last vestiges of humanity left in the world. The tribes and I got along exceptionally well, but progress screwed that up too. It seems like every ten years or so I come out of the bush, get involved in some creative endeavor to make money and end up right back in the rodeo. So, mount up and hold on for dear life.
When my friend, the amazing Francis Huxley died, he turned me on to a lineage that has continued on since the sixties, but up until meeting Francis, I had no idea existed. There are intentional communities of highly intelligent explorers of the mind that were never scared off by the fear campaigns against mind-expanding drugs. I thought that they all became yuppie billionaires inventing stuff on the Internet or left for Oregon and fermented into mushrooms. But no! Today, because of them, we are once again examining the incredible potential of psychedelic alkaloids and psychotropic entheogens at universities of higher learning and that’s exactly what this is about: “higher” learning.
The main difference between the sixties and now has to do with innocence. Just like Dr. Timothy Leary predicted, those tripped out entrepreneurs of the Internet were going to take us all on a techno acid trip into cyberspace. You have to remember that in the sixties, less then a few percent of people in the world had ever been on an airplane, never mind a computer. There were still Native Americas alive who had fought for their way of life on horseback against a white wave of genocidal oppression.
Now, the veil has been lifted and among all the dirty laundry, out there for everyone to see, there is some pretty cool and scary stuff. There are documentaries out about how a group of friends made one hundred million hits of Orange Sunshine LSD and used it to turn on the world. Scientists are claiming exceptional success with treating depression and other mental illnesses with psilocybin. People are holding ayahuasca sessions all over the place and the Native American Church continues to eat their peyote sacrament.
A new, more aware and less silly and self indulgent sixties maybe just the micro-dose we need. Or, if we are not careful, we could end up in Steven Hawkins’s nightmarish prediction of a Brave Knew World, written by Francis’ uncle Aldous. Robots are about to replace us all and we, except for the chosen few, will appear to be as expendable as the Mexican people that keep this country, the USA , alive and running. Just imagine a world without Mexican food….. I for one, can’t.