My improbable life. Polio, disability, crime, academic excellence, university. California 1968, LSD, Mexico, Federal police India, study music,, study meditation, 10 years of travel England, care worker, Science teacher, meditation host, wife and daughter, death but not yet!

Lunch break, and Mr. McDonalds’s Physics lab is almost full, mostly girls, an’ definitely no teachers. I’m standing behind the front bench, a fish-tank on the right, my trusty assistant John on the left. Grabbing a large goldfish from the tank, I stuff it in my mouth, and swallow. It’s wiggly and a somewhat gritty, but down she goes. Just takes concentration, and a little practice. The girls start screaming. A few break for the door. When things settle down we all leave....

Gradual insight into the nature of the Mind Body Complex Otherwise, just getting by, loving India

There’s no public transport at the Iranian/Turkish border. This is a killing zone. Travelers straggle up in small groups, while taxi drivers, like sharks, cruise around, picking them off one at a time. The fares are fixed at an absurdly high level. You pay, or stand about in the desert for a day, and then pay. I start walking, but this end of Turkey is no place to be out on your own. Come across a huge transport truck. The driver is doubtful about giving me a lift. There...

From a squat in London to the Beautiful Welsh Hills Exciting journey through Iran and Pakistan Hundred mile treck through North West Frontier Caught on border with dope

The house was stone cold, but Madeline took off all of her clothes, and was running about naked. As ‘The Sun Queen’, she fed exclusively on butter, which was needed to stoke the burning fires within her. Also smeared butter over her entire body, from head to foot. Every sinew and muscle was drawn tight as piano wire. When she took hold of my arm, it was with a grip of steel. Apparently, she was receiving instructions from higher beings, but it was Darwin who was advis...

Shootout in Mexican jungle Overland to India, £60 spent on 6 week journey Betrayed by Bob, Hung out to dry Paradise in Goa?

The following evening, Bob is again around, this time with Tanya. I roll a joint, and put the grass outside, under the tiles. Half the busts in ‘hippie land’ happen because freaks are too lazy to walk that extra ten feet. Not me, I’d seen too much of the Tepic prison. Bob and I are passing the J back and forth, when something prompts me to get up, and have a look out the front window. By the light of a full moon, I see Federal Troops piling out of a large truck. Ma...

Rapid transition from conservative University of Toronto student to freak, playing ‘Cops and Robbers’ in the Mexican jungle. Note: If you wish to hear the audio, which is embedded in this pdf, open it with Adobe Acrobat Reader DC. It is free and very good.

I’m in a sheltered cove, tripping on LSD. It’s a soft, warm night, perfect for frisking. I run about, taking off my clothes, which disappear, blending perfectly with whatever they land upon, rocks, sand or seaweed. Behind me, my feet leave long lines of slowly fading, phosphorous green footprints. A bit later, it’s getting cool, and I’ve ‘lost’ my clothes: can’t see them anywhere. Fortunately, as I snatch at a nearby cactus it turns into my T-shirt. Then my trous...

My improbable life, the early years. Polio, disability, crime, academic excellence, university. California 1968, LSD, police

Lunch break, and Mr. McDonalds’s Physics lab is almost full, mostly girls, an’ definitely no teachers. I’m standing behind the front bench, a fish-tank on the right, my trusty assistant John on the left. Grabbing a large goldfish from the tank, I stuff it in my mouth, and swallow. It’s wiggly and a somewhat gritty, but down she goes. Just takes concentration, and a little practice. The girls start screaming. A few break for the door. When things settle down we all leave....

My improbable life. Polio, disability, crime, academic excellence, university. California 1968, LSD, Mexico, Federal police India, study music,, study meditation, 10 years of travel England, care worker, Science teacher, meditation host, wife and daughter, death but not yet!

Lunch break, and Mr. McDonalds’s Physics lab is almost full, mostly girls, an’ definitely no teachers. I’m standing behind the front bench, a fish-tank on the right, my trusty assistant John on the left. Grabbing a large goldfish from the tank, I stuff it in my mouth, and swallow. It’s wiggly and a somewhat gritty, but down she goes. Just takes concentration, and a little practice. The girls start screaming. A few break for the door. When things settle down we a...