A Blast Of Patriotism Analysis
# LSD, POT AND A BLAST OF UTOPIANISM
It was the year 1967 and I was about to experience the fateful event that would change my life forever and put me on the path of intense interest in consciousness, self-exploration and my spiritual quest. This was the year that I really began contemplating the cosmic significance of my life and it became clear to me very quickly that it wasn’t to resist authority by sitting on my ass eating ice cream. I had to get up, pack my lunch and take the long journey from the East Bay over to San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park to celebrate…well, something. What I did know was that this “something” would be important.
There were so many events in my short teen life that led up to this moment but one I remember well …show more content…
I received mine in a free turkey sandwich, compliments of a group called The Diggers, and passed out by a beautiful young woman with streams of silk scarves floating behind her as she joyfully danced through the crowd dropping the sandwiches into people laps like pixie dust from heaven. I had no idea it was laced with acid but it looked delicious and I was hungry. So what the heck. Eating this free gift from the universe seemed like the natural thing to …show more content…
I imagined had no idea what to make of a Be-In; ; men with painted faces, women freely expressing themselves through dance, everyone joyful, ex-professors gave inspiring talks on the benefits of LSD. I pictured my father sitting in our living that evening watching Walter Cronkite’s evening news along with millions of other straight, conservative households, and right after his matter-of-fact report on the latest body count from Vietnam, would report on what happened in the park, backed up with a few well chosen pictures from the ABC photo journalism staff. I wondered if he would see any part of what I had seen or felt moved by what had happened. He did watch the report, had numerous comments about his concern over where our youth were headed and made it very clear he hoped I would have nothing to do with it. Needless to say, he could never bring himself to “drop
It was the year 1967 and I was about to experience the fateful event that would change my life forever and put me on the path of intense interest in consciousness, self-exploration and my spiritual quest. This was the year that I really began contemplating the cosmic significance of my life and it became clear to me very quickly that it wasn’t to resist authority by sitting on my ass eating ice cream. I had to get up, pack my lunch and take the long journey from the East Bay over to San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park to celebrate…well, something. What I did know was that this “something” would be important.
There were so many events in my short teen life that led up to this moment but one I remember well …show more content…
I received mine in a free turkey sandwich, compliments of a group called The Diggers, and passed out by a beautiful young woman with streams of silk scarves floating behind her as she joyfully danced through the crowd dropping the sandwiches into people laps like pixie dust from heaven. I had no idea it was laced with acid but it looked delicious and I was hungry. So what the heck. Eating this free gift from the universe seemed like the natural thing to …show more content…
I imagined had no idea what to make of a Be-In; ; men with painted faces, women freely expressing themselves through dance, everyone joyful, ex-professors gave inspiring talks on the benefits of LSD. I pictured my father sitting in our living that evening watching Walter Cronkite’s evening news along with millions of other straight, conservative households, and right after his matter-of-fact report on the latest body count from Vietnam, would report on what happened in the park, backed up with a few well chosen pictures from the ABC photo journalism staff. I wondered if he would see any part of what I had seen or felt moved by what had happened. He did watch the report, had numerous comments about his concern over where our youth were headed and made it very clear he hoped I would have nothing to do with it. Needless to say, he could never bring himself to “drop