Joe,
As I sit here in south central Montana reading your blog, I can only recall the amazing days in the late sixties when a real change seemed possible, and even employees of the corporate military machine gleefully undermined their own agencies.
I was working in LA as the "amp doc" for Jimi Hendrix, Neil Young, and a host of other guitar gods of the day, dropping acid every week with my friend Rick, an ersatz guitar player and disciple of Tim Leary. Nothing could have made the picture clearer than a complete unraveling of conditioning, and the subsequent understanding of the meaning of freedom -- on the back side of 5000 gammas of LSD and a gentle passage through the Tibetan Book of The Dead.
Something horrid happened though; the responsibility of understanding conditioning completely, frightened everyone but an outlaw few back into the fearful arms of Jesus -- the need to reform themselves and their world of hate was just too much for them to bear.
It looks to me as if they are still running, more frightened than ever; more lunatic, senseless, violent, psychotic, and conflicted. My son says that Jesus is just a metaphor, the societal euphemism for war.
What a joy to read your missives; even if it is just my need to hear my own emotions worded more perfectly than I can articulate.
Blessings,
Dave
Montana
