Standing before the Ken Kesey Mural, I told Nancy that our friend Keith Purvis disappeared into Cambodia. He and Nancy were lovers in 1965. We experimented with drugs, especially LSD. Here is the place I slipped while on two very powerful doses of LSD. My feet were dangling over this ledge.
I had put a big gash in my hand as I stopped my fall. I was going into shock. The sun was setting. It had been a warm day in Feburary 1967, and it was getting cold. It no longer matters what people think of me. In 1968 I played a game of chess for Keith’s life who was a British subject descended from the Neils. We were in New York. Mafia Max had pointed his gun to my friends head. We take a book down from Keny Kesey’s faux city library ‘The Seventh Seal’.
Ken and many hippies tried to force God’s hand with LSD. Powerful murderous men were using humanity like pawns in their chess game. The Bible depicts poor prophets coming to the defense of poor and powerless paupers, who threated to invoke the power of a Just God to lay the rich and arrogant – low! The rich and powerful hid how my sister died, and took my daughter from me. They can not take anything with them when they die. Let me take all they own – while the still are alive! Let me render them – worthless!
A Knight Templar plays chess with Death who carries a black flag with the Rosa Mystica on it, also known as ‘The Rose of the World’. I mount the Pale Horse!
Jon ‘The Nazarite’
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In 1987 I returned to McLure’s Beach and climbed the rock I fell on. I was utterly alone. There was no one in the parking lot, and thus no one for miles. I had gone thru the New Hope Program and had a year of sobriety. I had been in hypnotherapy. I had to do this.
I had not climbed but thirty feet, and was heading for the bridge, when I came upon a plaque nailed into the rock.
“6 KNOWN DEATHS”
This plaque was not there in 1967, and the thought that six people who came after me, met their death, was otherworldly. I was entering The Land of the Known Dead. I thought about the collective grief of their families. Their tears had come here. I closed my eyes, took some deep breaths, told myself I can do this, and proceeded.
I do not think Keith and James knew I was going into shock, because they were in shock at seeing me wounded. The powerful dose was incapacitating. We could not walk. Like a heavy gravity we were pinned to the sand. We could only watch and wait until the inital impact subsided.
After James tried to wash my wound, and after I got soaking wet, I told him to leave me be. He went and sat with Keith about fifty feet away. I sat at the edge of the water listening to the strange sound that the gravel made as each wave receded. It sounded like many engines. All of a sudden landing craft were coming out of the ocean, and I was in the a middle of horrendous battle. A young man fell next to me, mortally wounded. When he died, and with his last breath, he uttered his last word;
“Mother!”
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