Bond’s With Angels
I debated about this alternative title
I was no Sunday Hippie
I can not think of a more provacative thing to say – that could get me killed. This is a total affront to – The Christians! It suggests I am in compitition with – Their Jesus!
Above is a photo of me with Patrice Hanson, myself, and my newborn grandson, Tyler Hunt – who was hidden from me along with my daughter by – A Suddcubs – who neess to drop dead! Patrice came from Chicago, where she had a child by a Black Panther. She takes some Sunchine and concludes she is The Goddess whose missio is to
SAP THE POWER OF MEN AND MAKE THEM WEAK
In talking to my old friend, Danny Blake, yesterday, we acknowledged that we are the only ones left, and it is good to share stories of the past that lead us to face our Mortality. We talked about wives and children, and I had to tell Black about Patrice, who lived a hundred yards from us on Broadway. Our friend Cal ran into Patrice in the laundromat, and she had a newborn.
“Patrice has your baby!”
“What? How do you know?”
“She has your eyes! You got to go get your baby!”
“But her husband tried to kill me. What do you want me to do, go kill him and grab my baby?
Cal Iwamoto gave me a deep long look. He grew up in Hawaii. He rad with a gang. Cal was half Filipino, and very bad ass!
Below is a pic of Christine. She took my virginity in 1967 just after we moved in with The Loading Zone. She was my friend Keith’s lover, but they had a fight, and Keith left for a week. She came out of her room naked, walked across the attic floor, threw back the covers, straddle me, and put me inside her.
Peter told me she fucked Bill Graham. I suspect she fucked Doc Kupka who moved in with her and Peter, and taught himself to play the saxophone and write music, there on Grove Street. She is wearing the shirt I bought her in Oregon. I was her shopper. I began her biography ten years ago. Jarring her memory – is an art form. She told me her and Mr. B went to Europe together, which is strange, because B is a homosexual.
“B was searching for the chemicals to make LSD for his friend, Tim Skully!”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Remember all this glass tubes you nake for B. They were packed in those boxes in the station wagon that Mafa Max drove across Coibnty. The Brotherhood of Eternal Love gave the Mafia a lab.
Yesterday I found the most perfect article on the manufacturers of LSD. My friend, Keith and I wee hooked up to the prototype of Scully’s biofeedback machine – while on the best Acid in the Universe! We were Guineas Pigs. It looks like there was an accident in the lab. I fell on these rocks while extremely high, went into shock….
AND DIED!
My sister Christine went on a double date with Nick Sands, my friend Nancy, and her lover, Augustus Stanly Owsley – who I did not get along with after he kicked Nancy’s dog, Tajer.
EXTRA! I just watched the movie ‘The Irishman’
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Life is too short. Years ago we were all like family. Everyone looked out for each other. We ate together, drank together and laughed together. We worried about each other. We need to get back to this. We need to take care of each other, instead of breaking each other down. I’m going to make a bet, that out of my “family” and “friends” that less than 6 will take the time to copy and post this. Who are my SIX. I bet I’m shocked.
In heyday of LSD, secret Windsor lab produced millions of Orange Sunshine pills
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Tim Scully, who has lived in the hills above Albion since 1972, spent 3 1/2 years in federal prison for making more than 4 million doses of ‘Orange Sunshine’ LSD at a farmhouse in Windsor in 1968-1969. Scully hangs his Panama hat on the same hook each time he enters his home. (JOHN BURGESS/ PD)
By Clark Mason | For The Press Democrat
PUBLISHED: May 20, 2017 at 11:25 PM PDT
Inside the Windsor Historical Society museum there are collections of fine art, archaeological artifacts, tools and household gadgets, thousands of items on shelves, in hutches and behind glass, some dating back nearly four centuries.
Two recently added items at the Hembree House – discretely placed posters in the two bathrooms – provide a hint, however, to a time in Windsor’s past that is neither well known locally nor widely publicized.
In the late 1960s, a small group of hippie zealots worked feverishly in an old Windsor farmhouse to produce an especially pure form of LSD, on a mission to turn on the world.
Little was known about the clandestine lab because it was never busted. Authorities only found out about it several years after it was dismantled.
That hidden chapter of history had its start in late 1968 when the lab was set up in Windsor. Within a few months it produced roughly 3 pounds of LSD, or enough to make 4.5 million hits of “Orange Sunshine,” a nickname for the orange-colored, barrel-shaped pill that produced an especially powerful psychedelic trip.
It would become one of the iconic drugs of the late 1960s, proclaimed the finest acid in the land by Timothy Leary, the former Harvard instructor who famously advised people to “turn on, tune in, drop out.”
It was the year after the “Summer of Love” when thousands of flower children flocked to San Francisco to get high and groove in The Haight, espousing peace, love and Utopian ways. Some would come north to Sonoma County for back-to-the land communal living.
Among those who discovered Sonoma County was Tim Scully, a wonky East Bay kid and a physics major who’d dropped out of UC Berkeley. He and his associates chose Windsor to make LSD, which they saw as God’s gift to humanity because of the ecstatic, consciousness-raising experience they had with the drug.Continue watchingThis Day in Historyafter the ad
They chose a secluded Windsor farmhouse screened by trees, on 2 acres off Wilson Lane, now Mitchell Lane, to the west of Baldocchi Way. It was demolished more than 30 years ago to make way for Vintage Green subdivision homes.
“They invented Orange Sunshine, right here in Windsor,” said Windsor Historical Society President Steve Lehmann. “To me it’s history. I’m surprised we don’t have people doing some kind of pilgrimage here.”
“Sunshine Makers” come to Windsor
When Scully took LSD for the first time in April 1965 he felt at one with God and all living things.
Later that year he began hanging out with the San Francisco-based Grateful Dead, helping as sound engineer for the rock band along with Owsley “Bear” Stanley, already dubbed “The King of LSD” for the purity of his product.
The late Stanley, then 30, took the 21-year-old Scully as his apprentice beginning in mid-1966 at a lab in the basement of a rented house in Point Richmond. Stanley, his girlfriend and Scully cranked out 300,000 doses of “White Lightning” LSD. With the approaching 50th anniversary of the Summer of Love, the mayor of Richmond is trying to pinpoint the location and put up a commemorative plaque.
But in October 1966, LSD became illegal in California, and Stanley and Scully moved to Denver to set up a new lab.
The following year, Scully was introduced to Nick Sand, another underground chemist, and they collaborated in San Francisco to produce STP, a new psychedelic which was not yet illegal. Sand, another LSD proselytizer, had been introduced to LSD at Millbrook, an upstate New York farm and experimental community frequented by Leary.
By late 1967, Stanley was busted in connection with a tableting LSD lab in Orinda and Scully moved the Denver lab to another house.
But that was discovered in mid-1968 by authorities, when a water pump broke and police were called to the house while Scully was in Europe looking for precursor chemicals to make LSD.
Sand agreed to finance a new lab if Scully would teach him the Owsley Stanley manufacturing process.
Scully did on the condition that any LSD made be distributed through the Brotherhood of Eternal Love, rather than the Hells Angels. The former was described by some as a hippie mafia, a group of California surfers who evolved into a worldwide drug distribution network. The latter were notorious for gratuitous violence.
By late December, Sand through an intermediary, purchased the farmhouse in Windsor where he and Scully set up the large-scale LSD lab.
The real estate agent was told the buyer was a physics professor who wanted to set up a photography darkroom in the old farmhouse. The money came from proceeds of sales of psychedelics from Sand’s STP lab.
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Scully and his partner were in a hurry to make as much LSD as they could, because they believed the raw material would become unavailable. The drug is manufactured from lysergic acid, which is produced by the ergot fungus that grows on rye and other grains but can also be synthesized in a lab. The LSD made in Windsor came from one pound of lysergic acid that was made in Italy, but purchased in London.
Like an early version of “Breaking Bad,” a utility room of the Windsor house harbored a lab equipped with flasks, funnels and glass tubes, along with materials ranging from solvents to dry ice, nitrogen gas and – depending on what stage of the chemical process – ultraviolet or yellow bug lights.
There were vacuum pumps running to provide a steady puttering background sound. “The lab was next door to the kitchen where the glassware was scrupulously washed and cleaned,” Scully said.
“We would work until we dropped, sleep for a few hours and get up and at it again,” Sand recalled of the Windsor lab production in the 2015 documentary film “The Sunshine Makers.”
Turning on the world
Scully and Sand wanted people to have the same insight and intense experience of oneness and empathy they had while tripping. Scully “couldn’t imagine how hatred, cruelty and destruction could continue to exist in the world, if everyone were to share this experience.”
“We agreed we couldn’t just turn on the United States,” he said. “We had to turn on the whole world. Otherwise it would be like unilateral disarmament.”
Helped by the Brotherhood of Eternal Love, Orange Sunshine spread around the country, to Europe, India and even to American troops in Vietnam, and become part of the vernacular of the day.
While the crystalline LSD was made in Windsor, it was apportioned into tablets mostly in a house in Novato, using a triturate machine that stamped out several million doses.
Scully figured they needed to produce 440 pounds – about 720 million doses of LSD – roughly enough to provide a single dose for everyone in the world willing to try it.
But the law caught up with both men.
A recently minted pilot, Scully was arrested at the Napa Airport in May 1969 on charges stemming from the previous lab in Denver.
Sand, he said, immediately shut down the Windsor lab and remodeled and sanitized the room where it had been.
“Sand and Scully were apparently running this lab in Windsor and they did a good job of keeping it from us. We didn’t find the lab,” retired narcotics officer Patrick Clark said in the 2015 documentary “The Sunshine Makers.”
But federal grand jury indictments and the testimony of Billy Hitchcock, the wealthy owner of Millbrook and a friend of theirs who had visited the Windsor lab, helped convict Scully, Sand and others.
In 1974, Scully was sentenced to 20 years in prison for LSD manufacturing and distribution, and Sand got 15 years. Both went to McNeil Island Federal Penitentiary in Washington state and were even cellmates.
Scully was released on an appeal bond partway through his prison term, and had his sentence cut in half, enabling him to be paroled after 3 ½ years.
He had earned his Ph.D. in psychology in prison and in 1979, was named Washington State Jaycees Outstanding Young Man of the Year. He was nominated based on his development of a computer device that enabled a person he knew with severe cerebral palsy to communicate using her knee movements that produced words on a TV screen.
While Scully said he knew by 1970 that he never wanted anything to do with manufacturing drugs, Sand was unrepentant.
While out on appeal, he bolted and spent the next 20 years evading authorities and living under various aliases. He spent time in India at Guru Rajneesh’s ashram. When finally arrested in Canada in 1996, Sand had more than $500,000 in cash and gold and approximately 430,000 doses of LSD, according to newspaper accounts.
Sand went back to prison before being released in 2000. He died April 24 at his home in Lagunitas from apparent heart problems.
Busy in the woods
Scully, 72, now lives in Mendocino County in the backwoods community of Albion on a ridge near the Pacific Ocean. He said he long ago gave up any criminal activity.
Before his conviction and prison time, he founded his own electronics company and still repairs old instruments and computers in his one-bedroom house, cluttered with thousands of books, file cabinets, computer monitors and buckets of firewood for his wood stove.
His longtime partner, Alice Einhorn, lives on the 4-acre property, in a nearby house.
During a recent interview at his home, the gray-bearded Scully, wearing a slight smile, Panama hat, corduroy jeans and a blue hoodie sweatshirt, answered questions with the meticulous detail that hints at his slight Asperger’s syndrome, a compulsive condition manifesting itself in inflexible routines, or pursuit of specific, narrow areas of interest.
In Scully’s case, it was the way he ate the same type of spaghetti and butter dinner every night for decades, until health problems forced him to change.
For the past 20 years he’s been gathering the history of underground LSD manufacturing and has a large database linking chronologies, court records and PDFs of people, labs and locations. He says it will be useful for historians and university libraries. He is also working on a memoir.
After LSD, Scully became interested in making brain wave biofeedback instruments. In a two-page spread in 1970, Life magazine referenced his company, Aquarius Electronics, in an articled entitled “turning on with Alpha waves.”
When it was apparent his drug record would prevent him from teaching, he started working as a consultant to a software computer corporation, joining a techie world where LSD use is not necessarily seen as an automatic disqualifier. Late Apple CEO Steve Jobs, for example, admitted using it.
Scully was hired as a full-time software developer for Marin-based Autodesk Inc. before retiring a dozen years ago and now relies on income from some long-term tenants on his property.
Looking back, Scully has a more balanced view than he once did of both the good and the bad that LSD unleashed.
For some it offered an intensely spiritual experience and especially influenced music and art. But it also induces paranoia, and can trigger, or worsen underlying psychiatric disorders. At its height of popularity in the late 1960s and early 1970s, thousands of freaked-out kids on “bad trips” were picked up annually by police.
“The majority of the people who took LSD had pretty good experiences,” Scully said. “Certainly a few had serious trouble and quite a few ended up in emergency rooms, because they were frightened. Most were fine the next day, but some had long-term issues.”
Although LSD carried a message of peace and love for him and many others, Scully came to realize over the years that it was “more of an amplifier than a message carrier.” Looking back, he says it was a mistake to make it widely available, “to scatter it to the four winds, so young people who were too young to have fully formed personalities were getting it.
“I have some regret,” he said. “We didn’t succeed in saving the world, obviously. Look at who’s in the White House now.”
But there is that quirky historic link to Windsor, a town that went from a dusty farm crossroads dubbed “Poor Man’s Flat” to a family-friendly bedroom community.
The History Society’s Lehmann first found about the LSD connection reading a passing reference on page 266 of an obscure book entitled “Hippie.”
He said the museum has to tread a fine line to avoid sounding like it’s promoting a drug, especially considering that fourth-graders visit the museum on school trips.
Lehmann finds the characters involved with the Windsor lab fascinating, “but not everyone smiles when you talk about LSD.”
Still, he noted, the museum doesn’t shy away from talking about the area’s illegal booze production during Prohibition.
“We’re joking about putting up a plaque at the park, across the street from where the farmhouse was,” he said. “I’m wondering if Windsor is ready for such a plaque.”
Editor’s note: The article has been updated with the correct name of Owsley “Bear” Stanley and to reflect that Scully studied physics at UC Berkeley but did not obtain a degree there. The location of the LSD lab inside the Windsor home as well as the tableting process in Novato has also been clarified.
You can reach Staff Writer Clark Mason at 707-521-5214 or clark.mason@pressdemocrat.com. On Twitter @clarkmas.
Heather Hanson – A Daughter of Near-Death
Many people own a Near-death Experience. They died, went to a heaven-like place, and came back. I am one of these people. When I had a reading at the Berkley Psychic Institute, a guide in the back of the room drew my Rose with a break in the stem with three halos around this break. He said;
“Are we in heaven? Is this proof there is a heaven?”
They could see what I saw. I looked at their faces, and they were lit up as my face tends to do now and then. I was told I radiate a large field of healing energy. They saw me in a school yard trying to heal the whole school. This is what my daughter wants to do – and my grandson! There needs to be a study of our children, because I believe they get a glimpse when they come through the birth tunnel.
All of a sudden, a woman came running up the stairs, and the door flew open!
“You can’t stay in this place. You have to move on!”
They told me people come into my being and, take, take, take! People around me are aware of my healing energy, and, they get greedy. They identify the source, and get angry with me because they want me to concentrate all my energy on them. They hate that I write all day. They want to be inside my house and close to my energy so they can be healed. They can get violent – and crazy. They will do evil things to me, just to get me to repair the damage. They benefit from my wounds they make. It is very hard to be me.
The fight over my daughter when she came into my life in 2000, was fierce. She was sixteen. She had those eyes. I made her the Heir of my healing gifts today. She will replace Vicki as head of the Rosamond Women because she took a step to – help others! She is no longer a taker! This is why I forgave all the women in my family. They suffered from a grave identity crisis.
There was so much light around Patrice, Tyler, and I when we took turns holding our grandson. There are angels here. Heather can heal – with just her eyes! You can make agreements through those eyes. Heather shares a great grandfather with Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. Genetics are a miracle.
John ‘The Gift’
Near-death experiences have gotten a lot of attention lately. The 2014 movie Heaven Is for Real, about a young boy who told his parents he had visited heaven while he was having emergency surgery, grossed a respectable $91 million in the United States. The book it was based on, published in 2010, has sold some 10 million copies and spent 206 weeks on the New York Times best-seller list. Two recent books by doctors—Proof of Heaven, by Eben Alexander, who writes about a near-death experience he had while in a week-long coma brought on by meningitis, and To Heaven and Back, by Mary C. Neal, who had her NDE while submerged in a river after a kayaking accident—have spent 94 and 36 weeks, respectively, on the list. (The subject of The Boy Who Came Back From Heaven, published in 2010, recently admitted that he made it all up.)
Their stories are similar to those told in dozens if not hundreds of books and in thousands of interviews with “NDErs,” or “experiencers,” as they call themselves, in the past few decades. Though details and descriptions vary across cultures, the overall tenor of the experience is remarkably similar. Western near-death experiences are the most studied. Many of these stories relate the sensation of floating up and viewing the scene around one’s unconscious body; spending time in a beautiful, otherworldly realm; meeting spiritual beings (some call them angels) and a loving presence that some call God; encountering long-lost relatives or friends; recalling scenes from one’s life; feeling a sense of connectedness to all creation as well as a sense of overwhelming, transcendent love; and finally being called, reluctantly, away from the magical realm and back into one’s own body. Many NDErs report that their experience did not feel like a dream or a hallucination but was, as they often describe it, “more real than real life.” They are profoundly changed afterward, and tend to have trouble fitting back into everyday life. Some embark on radical career shifts or leave their spouses.
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Greg Presco posted a photo to Heather Hanson’s Wall.
Heather used to have a much younger father, but he died at 50 – childless! This fits with what Patrice told me, that their marriage was volatile because they could not concieve children – like I could! Heather’s fake father is famous for impersonating Bob Weir, and served time in San Quinton for conning Dead fans. I have great material for my HBO series based on my Fam.
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January 16, 1989…
A man who looted $4,000 from a woman’s bank account while posing as Grateful Dead guitar player Bob Weir has been sentenced to two years in prison and fined $500. The sentence was imposed by Alameda County Superior Court Judge Stanley Golde on Randall C. Delpiano, 33, described in a Probation Department report as having “achieved moderate fame by impersonating” Weir. Delpiano pleaded guilty in Oakland Municipal Court last month to one count of using a computer system to steal money.
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