Rosamond Press

Above is a photograph of the cave I visited for the third time. The first time was with a group of about eight people who were taking LSD in order to “Know thyself”. This was at the end of 1965. It was not a matter of who you knew, or, what you were. We were not into attainment, inheriting money from your dead kindred so you could carry on their lifestyle. We sought the death of the ego so we could be liberated.

Below are words that discribe the nausea one eperiences after ingesting morning glory seeds. In 1966 I was drafted. I said goodbye to my friends as they headed to New York in a Dodge. Brian Purvis was behind the wheel. Keith and James Harkins were rolling joints. They got busted in Effingham Illinois, the heart of America. I and Chris Wandel went to this little town a…