farmola.wordpress.com
Setup: the Sixties | Farmola
https://farmola.wordpress.com/2008/04/01/setup
April 1, 2008 at 9:22 pm ( Uncategorized. I was there through the Sixties. I remember them. I was a white middle class kid who started junior high school in 1960 and graduated from college in 1970. My youth lives in my memory as a catalog of TV shows, characters and incidents. When I watched coverage of JFK’s assassination and funeral, it was on a black and white TV. During the summer of ’65 I was a curb waiter at a drive-in burger shop. The theme songs blaring from car radios included. But my close frie...
farmola.wordpress.com
The last hamburger | Farmola
https://farmola.wordpress.com/2008/04/04/the-last-hamburger
April 4, 2008 at 3:00 pm ( before. The trip to LA took 3 nights and most of 3 days. Somewhere in the California desert I consumed what would be the last animal flesh that would pass my lips for as long as I would spend with Stephen and his followers. I wolfed down a hamburger without ceremony. But was I really like these people? I’d been in Europe then, and had decided that being there must have been the superior planetary experience. I had no idea. 8220;Uh yeah, that’s me.”. Surrender « Farmola. 8230;] ...
farmola.wordpress.com
Panther Flat | Farmola
https://farmola.wordpress.com/2008/04/19/panther-flat
April 19, 2008 at 11:33 pm ( caravan. It all sounded good to me, though I had no idea how we’d end up buying that land. Like, who, in Tennessee, would sell land to. We’d agreed not to leave immediately, to give time for people without a ride to find a bus to ride with. Anita and I had been looking forward to travel. 8220;You people can’t stay here. This isn’t a legal campground.”. One evening as I was alone in the bus, there came a knock on the door. I opened it and found myself facing four men weari...
farmola.wordpress.com
Quest for land | Farmola
https://farmola.wordpress.com/2008/05/05/land-quest
May 5, 2008 at 1:21 am ( caravan. We spent the next two days sprinting east, the accelerator pedal mashed to the floorboard. On April 6th, we reached the outskirts of Nashville as snowflakes were falling. Snow in April in the south? I followed the parade onto the exit ramp but when I took my foot off the gas and pressed the clutch to slow for the stop light, the engine kept revving. 8220;What the fuck! I can’t slow the engine down! 8220;Not so much. Just feather it a little.”. I borrowed some tools, and ...
farmola.wordpress.com
Introduction | Farmola
https://farmola.wordpress.com/2008/04/01/intro-to-a-telepathic-community
April 1, 2008 at 5:47 pm ( Uncategorized. A deliberately plain label. Given its roots in the mind-altered visions of late Sixties San Francisco, our community could have ended up with a moniker better matched to the times: maybe. We could have officially adopted what some locals chose to call it on their own:. Of course, we were very much. Out to save it. We were regarded as a somewhat mystical society bootstrapped from psychedelic experiences that believed in telepathy and described the psychic space in...
farmola.wordpress.com
San Francisco, here we go… | Farmola
https://farmola.wordpress.com/2008/04/18/17
San Francisco, here we go…. April 18, 2008 at 12:30 am ( passages. As Donald put it, we had “made closure.” It was time to drive the bus back over the mountain. Stephen would be holding a class at the Family Dog, a large rock hall at Ocean Beach where the Caravan had disbanded. It wasn’t a Monday night – it was later in the week. I’d lost track of what day it was and time in general. We in our relationship? He described many of the experiences of the Caravan and what had been learned along the way. A...
farmola.wordpress.com
The surrender moment | Farmola
https://farmola.wordpress.com/2008/04/02/surrender
April 2, 2008 at 3:59 pm ( before. It became my routine for the next 3 weeks to get home from work after midnight – wired from the bright lights, noise and activity of the depot – and read the book. Sometimes I’d toke up first, sometimes I’d eat, but always I’d spend at least an hour trying to decipher the strange jargon of this Stephen dude. My first two readings left me more far confused than enlightened, but obviously something was getting through because, aside from the. April 5, 2008 at 11:39 pm.
farmola.wordpress.com
To drop or not to drop | Farmola
https://farmola.wordpress.com/2008/04/02/dropping-out-part-i
To drop or not to drop. April 2, 2008 at 3:53 pm ( before. The book was barely a half-inch thick. On the cover was a 6-sided symmetrically colored mandala, full of the concentric swoops, like what you see when you’ve just looked straight into the sun, then closed your eyes. The title –. Tea time in a parking lot « Farmola. March 23, 2009 at 1:45 am. 8230;] * NEXT Possibly related posts: (automatically generated)School Trip – Tai Po Railway MuseumI’m […]. The surrender moment « Farmola. Here we very well ...
farmola.wordpress.com
Crossing the Divide | Farmola
https://farmola.wordpress.com/2008/04/21/crossing-the-mountains
April 21, 2008 at 2:50 am ( caravan. We drove all day to reach Clear Lake where another dozen or so buses and vans would join us. For the first time, along the lake road, I could see the entire caravan in a line. It was damn impressive. But looking at Shades of Blue, I felt. We’d stocked up pretty well on bulk foods back in San Francisco, but some items began to run out and the occasional shopping trip was required. Not wanting to take the entire caravan through towns to take over the supermark...Spontan...
farmola.wordpress.com
Respite in the cottonwoods | Farmola
https://farmola.wordpress.com/2008/04/24/respite-in-the-cottonwoods
Respite in the cottonwoods. April 24, 2008 at 9:07 pm ( caravan. Though several of the buses needed to stay behind in Rawlins, the rest of us were free to find our own spots to wait out the repairs to Stephen’s bus. Given that all of the disabled buses were 15 to 30 years old, finding replacement gearboxes and differentials would take some time. I couldn’t tell. Caravan life was not for neatniks. Was I supposed to not have a viewpoint? There goes the Caravan! 8221; Through the trees we glimpsed the signa...
SOCIAL ENGAGEMENT