Let The Sun Shine In

[poliphilo]

Maybe it's just that I move in the wrong circles these days, but it's been a while since I last heard the phrase "Age of Aquarius".

I'm an Aquarian myself and it kinda flatters my ego to think that my Age is up next. Thanks and no thanks, Pisceans; you've had your chance and you blew it. Spanish Inquisition? Bad move. Now make way for the Brainiacs of the Zodiac.

"Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more forces of derision
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelations
And the mind's true liberation "

I just yanked those words off an astrological website and, guess what, they had some dude playing the tune on a Hammond. I've left it playing. It makes me smile. Far out, man!

OK that's enough already! I've switched it off. There's only so much Hammond a man can take.

"Golden living dreams of visions"- ah, the poetry!

I was at school when Hair opened in London. I was on the fringe of Mr Horlock's theatrical set and we were  afraid that the Lord Chancellor would close it down- or at least make 'em wear y-fronts during the Great Nakedness Scene. But the first night went through unopposed and there was much dancing on desks I can tell you. It was like the New Age had dawned already.

Mick Jagger for Pope and Marianne Faithfull for Mrs Pope!

It didn't turn out quite that way-  as you may perhaps have noticed.

But some astrologers say Aquarius won't really get off the ground until well into the present Millennium. What we had in the 60s was a little foretaste, a teaser, a trailer.

Coming soon to a screen near you.

Gotta keep the dream alive

Gotta keep the dream alive

Gotta keep the dream alive

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

The magic started to fade for me when I read a book by a member of the original New York cast. Apparently the management were mainly interested in making money (the horror!) and there were racial tensions behind the scenes and every variety of bad and uncool behaviour.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

Oh, the happy dreams of those days:

I was pregnant with Kate when Hair was a major force, and I painted acrylics of sun and moon faces to the Hair record album and to Judy Blue Eyes.

I still think she's an artist and a little bit of a hippie because I did that...

We had a complete solar eclipse that year, and I walked around in the afternoon darkness to expose her to the eclipse vibes (was that a word then?)

I went barefoot to her delivery, with dirty feet (I shudder at this today)--her doctor was cool with that: his stethoscope had a peace symbol on it.

She had toddler bell bottoms with flowers at two...

We were all painting, wearing paper chains for necklaces; selling our wares at outdoor frisbee festivals in parks.

I remember long talks with other folk with long hair and long skirts: there would come a time when workin' for the Man would be passe, once They caught on to the charms of love and easy life in the park.

Drugs ruined the whole thing, at least for me. When everyone's lying around in your living room in a stupor and you have babies to feed, it's time to throw out the groovers and buy some tupperware.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Vibes- oh yeah, vibes is a good sixties word.

I used to walk about bare-footed too. EVEN IN THE SNOW!

I agree about the drugs. I tried LSD (because I was looking for deep, meaningful experience) and it was kinda fake. Interesting but fake. It made everything look like it was made of plastic.

And pot- well, I'm a non-smoker so I couldn't get past first base, but my observation was that it made people very, very stupid.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I used to walk about bare-footed too. EVEN IN THE SNOW!


Yes! Yes! Our feet were young and tough then!

My husband tried LSD. He woke me up in the middle of the night to inform me that his tongue was made out of blue rabbit fur.

"That's crazy," I told him groggily.

"No--honest! I just checked in the mirror to be sure, and it's true!"

He also thought the sofa had turned into a big mouth and was trying to swallow him.

Wish it had.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I was (and am) a control freak. I made notes all through my Trip. I wish now that I'd kept the piece of paper.

It never had me fooled. I never thought any of the curious things I saw were for real.

The most interesting aspect of the experience was how time seemed to break up into separate fragments- each moment distinct from the ones before and after- like pearls on a string.

I love it about your husband and the sofa!

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I was (and am) a control freak. I made notes all through my Trip. I wish now that I'd kept the piece of paper.

I wish you had, too. I wonder if you had actual sentences?

Oh, yes: about the time thing--wasn't it supposed to be a "sign" that you'd begun to trip when you could pass your hand in front of your face and it moved, as you say, distinctly, like slowing down a movie to view the individual frames.

I never took acid. I knew I would go crazy at once and never return.

There was a legend told to scare all the acid takers about a man who tripped in the early days, the Timothy Leary experimental days. The story went that he lived in a madhouse. He thought he was an orange. He was perfectly fine until someone approached him, and then he would begin to scream in terror, lest he be squeezed.

(Sorry--I could talk about this stuff all day; and I'm leaving out a lot!)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Yeah I had actual sentences. I've always been a great one for sentences. They'd told me you couldn't write anything coherent on acid and I was determined to prove them wrong.

I had a friend who told me she'd had a bad trip where these scaly things with wings were attacking her.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I read that a man who can see auras said that Aquarians have "sparkles" in their auras. That's how you can know them.

He says they're arriving to help us enter the New Age.

Do you have a sparkling aura?

I once went to a really good psychic, who didn't even look at my face, spent all his time looking at my aura, which he said was gold (cool, huh?), but he didn't mention any sparkles.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I had my aura photographed once. These women at a psychic fayre had a machine. You stuck your hand in it and- click- it came up with a very pretty polaroid.

I don't think there were any sparkles in the image.

And all for a mere £25!

-sigh-

[arielstarshadow.livejournal.com]

I'm just a boring Taurus. No sparkles in my aura. No promise of a New Age for me, except the kind you can buy at those specialty shops.

How sad...

Re: -sigh-

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Hey, be kind to yourself.

Shakespeare was a Taurus!

Re: -sigh-

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

No!

Who would know the difference (except that one guy, and he might be dead now, for all I know)? Just think you have sparkles in your aura!

You probably do. Me, too.

See how easy? Aren't you cool? I know I am.

[kaysho.livejournal.com]

It would be appropriate if the Age of Aquarius truly began as sea levels started to rise ... :)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Hey, maybe it's a sign.

Waterworld, here we come.

[silent-mouse.livejournal.com]

I'm an Aquarian myself and it kinda flatters my ego to think that my Age is up next.
Being an Aquarian as well, I feel the same way. Even if I don't really believe in astrology :)