I'm really sorry it had to come to this but after reading so many questions and answers relating to becoming a hippie and what is the best way to be one, i would just like to suggest that maybe you stop focusing on stereotypes and meanless media labels as to what defines a hippie. I see these kinds of this in the young hippie sections more often and it saddens me. I suggest reading, even just the first chapter of, Shaky Ground by Alice Euchols. It gives you a good definition of what a hippie was considered in the sixties as well as beatniks and the like. Apparently hippies are very scorned because it is said they they had ruined what was going on during that time, specifically in San Francisco. Stop trying to act like a hippie and be one if it is that important to you, the whole point of being a hippie, in my opinion, is to not follow labels and stereotypes and be who you want to be, as free as you want to be, so long as you do not harm others during the process.
Well said bro! My first hint that there even were such things as hippies or 'white niggers' as we were so fondly refered to by the Southern Establishment in the mid '60s was when they raided our party house near campus in San Antonio and arrested thirty of my friends for 'vagrancy in a private house'. Te newspapers the next day had headlines screaming 'Hippies Discovered in South Texas'. I wasn't arrested since the lease was in my name, but the cops decided the hippie 'infestation' was my fault and I couldn't step out of the house without a tail. A couple of days later they got me and some friends for 'too many hippies in a car', three days at the county hotel. After that I headed out to the Haight to find out just what kind o' critter a 'hippie' was. I'll let you know when I get a clear answer. *LOL*
lol.....the term hippie sure is thrown around a lot....i got called one at camp and i wasnt even sure why ...it made me smile and all, but i was really confused why someone came out and called me a hippie, sure i had just said that we should be more peaceful and not fight so much but still..... i guess i was portraying what he thought a hippie is....i guess, really we can all be hippies in our own and in eachothers minds. but it still bugs the hell outta me when people who want someone to call them a hippie ask for tips about being one
He's lying people. Grow out your hair, quit your job, and become a burn-out! Tis the true way of teh hip-folk...
Totally agree with you Drew There should be an FAQ section here about this. It's so annoying to have to keep reading these same points.
If you have to ask, it's pointless to try to be any thing.. you are what you are. What people call your is of little consquence. If it is IN you, you dont have to ask.. We Original Ones of the Peace Movement were labled what we were to be idenified by the populas, media and politcial relm. We just answerd a calling in our souls, we did not become hippies, we were born that way.
Karmic, if you think that's what it takes then your delusional. I think we were more that a bunch of burn outs.. Good Grief.. if that were the case we of the Orinal stock would be either dead or in an institution.
I agree Shameless Heifer--totally. We Turned On, Tuned In, and Dropped Out...it was and is a spiritual experience. Like Ranger--I did some time in West Texas in the 60s (college)--it was dangerous, always dangerous to be a long-hair hippie. I survived and I am still here..Burned Out? Yeah sometimes it feels like burnout when I keep feeling and seeing the way life is going for the multitude..sometimes I feel that what we did and say--all the blood, sweat and tears we shed, only just helped to turn out angry, complacent, apathetic, illiterate generations that will actually tolerate war, violence, self-flaggelation, obesity, lusting after war and violence, aberrant sexual satisfactions,--in short, a world gone totally MAD! No--we did not do that, these last generations weren't our doing, we did not spawn this kind of "fuck it" country..we gave flowers to cops and national guardsmen and forgave them for beating and shooting us and joined the Peace Corp and started Greenpeace...Ghandi was always a good teacher for us. I also agreee with Shameless..who was in the Haight during the 60s.. It is delusional to think that we "shouldn't" deserve to be healthy role models to you beautiful young seekers...we may look old and burned-out--but man--we are just showing "road maps" of our times..if you look deeply into our eyes and hearts..you will see that we Love You-unconditionally. Sleepy eyed, coffee cup steaming hot in my hands, I head for the back porch to watch the sun rise. And..so many of us Turned OFF, Tuned OUT, and Dropped IN..what do you think a "Yuppie" is? Livin the American Dream,or simply in denial? This denial will not inspire you--only inflame your anger and alienation and lead faster to the Global Suicide we are watching everyday... We fly our "Freak Flags High"...... "Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out sums up my attitude as to what defines me as a Hippie. Turn on is not intended to be recreational intoxication, such as that derived from alcohol or a few hits off some joint. Turn on means to become aware of life and living. Tune in means having an experience that pretty much changes your view on life and things around you. The experience doesn't necessarily have to be induced by drugs, though 500 to 1000 mics of Acid can work wonders. Drop out means to follow your own path, to dance to the beat of your own drum, to do your own thing (so long as you don't hurt others)." (by-?anonymous old hippie probably) Definition of a Hippy by Erowid Nov 25, 2003 The term hippie (or hippy) derives from "hip" or "hipster" used during the late 50s and 60s to describe someone who was a part of the Beat scene. Someone who was hip to the scene, or in the know. One of the first recorded uses of the term hippie was in a Sept 5 1965 article about the San Francisco counter-culture by writer Michael Fallon. The term was not generally used by those who were a part of the hippie culture, but rather by those on the outside writing about them. The term became popular with the media in the mid- to late-1960s as young people flocked to San Francisco (and all over the world-LH), but also picked up negative conotations for many Americans. (Thanks Charlie, Susan, Tex, Patricia, Squeaky!-LH) Flower Child (1967) : a hippie who advocates love, beauty, and peace hippie or hippy [ websters unabridged ] ya person, esp. of the late 1960s, who rejected established institutions and values and sought spontaneity, direct personal relations expressing love, and expanded consciousness, often expressed externally in the wearing of casual, folksy clothing and of beads, headbands, used garments, etc. [ websters ] a person who rejects the mores of established society (as by dressing unconventionally or favoring communal living and advocates a nonviolent ethic; broadly : a long-haired unconventionally dressed young person. [ websters world ] a person who, in a state of alienation from conventional society, turned variously to mysticism, psychedelic drugs, communal living, etc. [ hyperdictionary ] someone who rejects the established culture; advocates extreme liberalism in politics and lifestyle [ wordreference.com ] a person whose behaviour, dress, use of drugs, etc., implied a rejection of conventional values (esp. during the 1960s) [ realdictionary.com ] youth subculture (mostly from the middle class) originating in San Francisco in the 1960s; advocated universal love and peace and communes and long hair and soft drugs; favored acid rock and progressive rock music [ miscellaneous ] a person who believes in peace, love, freedom and happiness. hipster [ websters unabridged ] a person who is hip. a person, esp. during the 1950s, characterized by a particularly strong sense of alienation from most established activities and relationships. Also you may find this intereresting!! As Lisa Law says: "The Sixties was a decade of "Liberation" and "Revolution", a time of personal journeys and fiery protests. It transcended all national borders and changed the world. People, young and old, united in opposition to the existing dictates of society. We were living in fear: fear of the bomb, fear of sex, fear of communism, and fear of our own governments. We wanted to break free. The 60's were the result of that breakthrough. The Sixties embodied a spirit of self-awareness and introspection. We sought truth, demanded justice, and found freedom in self-expression. We rejected the restrictions of a puritanical lifestyle. We sought out and embraced new philosophies. It was a moment in history when a mushroom explosion of consciousness began altering the life force. Through that explosion, we broke down the prison walls of "intellect as the ultimate". We focused on the heart, and by doing so, reopened our cookie jar of possibilitiesöpolitically, socially, sexually and spiritually. The effects of that explosion have permeated our culture. We, as a generation, have a responsibility to see that the 60's are remembered in the context in which they unfolded." Lisa Law And this: Hippie Crap Saves The World Can better orgasms and upping your personal vibe really thwart BushCo idiocy? By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist Wanna know what conservatives really hate? What makes everyone from harmless GOP dittoheads to ultra-right-wing nutjobs full of rage and hiss and homophobia and blind jingoism roll their eyes and throw up their hands and scamper for their Bibles for reassurance that life is still repressed and we're still going to war and Dubya is still smackin' 'round the envurment along with them wimmin and homosekshuls and furriners? Why, hippie crap, of course. New-age babble about love and peace and godless pagan prayer, organic foods and sustainable trees and chakras, divinity and luscious goddesses and soul paths and upping your personal vibration to counter all the venomous hatred slinging about the culture like some sort of conservative, fearmongering weapon of mass depression. Man, they just hate that. The incessant drive to war, the blank-eyed young soldiers, the drab oil fields, the terse U.N. debates, Rumsfeld's ink-black eyes, the violence and 9/11 and Osama in hiding, Saddam's sneering and Shrub's smirking and Dick Cheney's defibrillator cranking on 11 -- these events are considered "real," they are tangible and raw and ugly and happening right now and we've got the pictures to prove it, all over the media, grainy and grim and mean, CNN and Fox News and frowning pundits and 100-point newspaper headlines, so you know it must be true. Then there's you, walking through your daily life right now, eating and laughing and screwing and paying rent and thinking for yourself, filtering the onslaught and trying to remain connected to something divine and universal and authentic, all while straining to put this national trend toward violence and warmongering into some sort of acceptable frame. You are not "real" in this same way. This is the feeling. Your experience is somehow irrelevant; what you do and how you maneuver this daily treachery is an insignificant side note to the big ugly daily political machinations because hey, it's war. It's the Big Boys. Angry White Men with very serious penis issues. All that matters is the machine, and the money, and the oil, and the WMD and the drumbeat rhetoric. Which is, of course, utter BS. Here is what conservatives hate most: the idea that you really can, and do, make a difference. That you, hopefully working to align yourself with something deeper and more informed and perhaps not exactly Christian, or corporate, not exactly lockstep mainstream flag-waving God-fearing asexual consumer drone, you can affect the world, directly, right now, in ways you might not even realize, in ways that make them tremble and wince, in how much you laugh and love and eat and sleep and screw and breathe and in how deeply you penetrate into the soul's raison d'etre. But you gotta work at it. And it ain't easy. See? Fluffy new-age crap. They really hate that. Here is the great fallacy of the American ethos, the one that powers SUV purchases and spawns a billion McDonald's franchises and gun purchases and Adam Sandler movies: it is the notion that Americans exist in a freewheelin' vacuum, that our daily choices don't, in fact, affect the world, and our neighbors, and our children, and the environment and our own bodies. It is the idea that those very choices -- foods you eat, cars you drive, shows you watch, personal relations you have, waste you create, choices you make -- can't, in a very real and immediate way, erode your divine links, spit on your spiritual spark, taint your mystical meat. Every single one, every single time. In other words, in buying that gun, smacking that child, abusing that spouse, screaming at that neighbor, buying that thuggish SUV, supporting that war, wishing death upon all them damn furriners, you may think you're exercising your God-given all-'Murkin right to do/say/drive whatever the hell you want because you're an American goddammit and no one will tell you how to live so back off. Not quite. Rather, you are also injecting a deliberate dose of bitter bile straight into the cultural bloodstream, actually -- and quite literally -- lowering the general vibration of the human collective cause, casting your vote for small-mindedness and solipsism and violence. Yep, you are. And yes indeed, your vote counts. Here is the gist: The world consists of energy, billions of swirling masses of it contained in living vessels -- that's you -- and aimed out to the world, often radiating at random, intermingling, interacting, often uncontrolled and unaware, an enormous dizzying gorgeous complex kaleidoscopic organism of human interaction and interplay. We are abuzz. We are electric. We possess actual psychic and electromagnetic force. Duh. It's a fact. It comes down to simple physics. Negative begets negative. Positive begets positive. War begets war, peace begets peace, Britney begets Christina begets N'Sync begets People magazine begets "Joe Millionaire" begets 10 million Prozac prescriptions begets a billion dumbed-down mind-sets, embittered souls. In a nutshell. ShrubCo blindly steers the nation like a giant careening Hummer toward the history-mauling notion of preemptive violence, of attacking anyone who might somehow threaten the U.S. even before such a threat is tangible. He beats the war drum, staffs his administration with enough hawks to start 1,000 wars, slams the environment, cuts women's rights, etcetera and so on -- this all turns that swirling mass of energy that much more dark, vicious, angry, dumb. And the world begins to follow. The culture darkens, people run scared, reactionary, depressed. The negative feeds upon itself, the tide turns, you are hit more and more frequently with that overwhelming feeling that we are in dire and ugly and powder-keg times, worse than ever, emotionally raw, politically appalling, spiritually hollow. Sound familiar? Whereas notions of peace, individual thought, reason, simple acts of attuned mindfulness, of buying products and foods that sustain the planet, of making really good messy enthusiastic generous love, of regular laughter in the face of scowling Ashcroft or Cheney's corporate henchmen, of reading deeply and recalling wisdom people like the Dalai Lama talk about all the time -- these things literally up your anima's vibration, add positive energy back in, turn the collective volume back up. That postcoital buzz? That post-party feel-good vibe? That genuine laughter? That gratuitously kind thing you did for that stranger? That celebration of your body and your sex and love and spirit in spite of mainstream religious puling and finger wagging? That deep meditative solitude? Bingo. That's the vibe you want. That's the vibe we all need. That's the vibration that makes all the difference. But it's also the one that takes serious work and determination and you gotta do it every single day and it can only come from you. This sort of luminous divine power is messy and raw and hot and attaining more of it can be the most difficult thing you've ever done. But really, what else is there? Look. Mystics and healers and sages and scientists and philosophers across the spiritual spectrum have known it for millennia: More advanced and enlightened souls -- and cultures -- vibrate at a higher level, a more bright and rigorous pitch. It's true. Bliss and joy and notions of peace and healing and laughter and personal choice, these things crank up the vibe. War and angst and fear and self-fulfilling prophecies of war and preemptive strikes and Jenna Bush, these things slam it down. So then. You want to really annoy the conservative warmongering powers that be? Work your ass off to pump up the vibration. It's deeply personal. It's hard work. It means re-evaluating what you do and how you do it and how you treat others, the planet, what you buy and what you eat. It means learning. And it also means loving harder, more raw and real, minimal BS, minimal waste, figuring out true messy ugly slippery gorgeous divinity for yourself, on your own terms, and then sharing it with the world. Man, they really hate that. (Reprinted by Permission © Mark Morford SFGate) Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream, It is not dying, it is not dying Lay down al thoughts, surrender to the void, It is shining, it is shining. Yet you may see the meaning of within It is being, it is being Love is all and love is everyone It is knowing, it is knowing And ignorance and hate mourn the dead It is believing, it is believing But listen to the colour of your dreams It is not leaving, it is not leaving So play the game "Existence" to the end Of the beginning, of the beginning -The Beatles.. Yes--we can still do it--YOU Can Be It..you only but have to BELIEVE! Love LionHeart
Yeah, that mind set really gets on my nerves. Too many people lose sight of the fact that with freeom comes great responsibility.
*sorry for the length of this story* When I was younger, I spent most of my time trying to figure out what stereotype I fit into. What was I exactly? Gothic? Hippie? Grrly *barf*? I worked very hard trying to fit myself into stereotypes for a long long time. When I was "Gothic" I wore tight fitting clothes and stayed out of the sun. When I was "Hippie" I downloaded 60s music and braided my hair. When I was "Grrly" I worked out to the point of exhaustion and fought with my boyfriend (now husband) a lot more than usual. I realized what I was doing one day when I was looking for books at the library about what was classified as this stereotype or that stereotype. I couldn't believe what I was doing -- I was searching for a BOOK to tell me how to be myself (re: the stereotype I was trying to mold myself into at the time). WHAT THE HELL? I sat in the middle of the library for half an hour, starring at my purse and realized what the hell I'd been doing for years. I'd been limiting myself, forcing myself into little boxes that said "Stereotype" and allowing myself only the things that were acceptable to that stereotype -- roses, Poe, black (faux) leather/ The Grateful Dead, bare feet, sewing/ horrible techno beats, strained muscles, work-out bras. I had been preventing myself from enjoying all the things I liked, just because they didn't fit into the stereotype de jour -- Goths don't have toned calves -- they have black eyeliner! Hippies don't romantasize about vampires -- they romantasize about Jim Morrison! Grrls don't cross stitch -- they arm-wrestle! Well, maybe not that serious, but you get the drift. That night, I went home and tossed out all the things that I picked up because they fit into that stereotype but that I didn't really like. I deleted a bunch of music (you know what? I don't really care for Bob Dylan, just not my thing) and through out bunches of clothes I only wore to fit into the type I liked (why the hell did I have six pairs of ADIDAS track pants?!!! I hated jogging!). When I stopped trying to fit myself into stereotypes, I felt fantastic and let my true self come out in full force. I learned a lot about myself since then and have discovered that I am very very eclectic in my tastes. What music I like (CCR, Lucuna Coil, A Perfect Circle, Cheryl Crow, Stevie Nicks, Green Day, Aerosmith), what colors I like (black, blue, red, green, purple, brown and many variations of said shades), what styles I like (knee-high boots, bare feet, sandals, long skirts, tiny shirts, baggy pants, homemade stuff), what I like to read and am entertained by (Poe, classic horror, "The Princess Bride", "The Last Unicorn", Tanith Lee, "Beauty: A Retelling of Beauty and the Beast", "The Mists of Avalon" -- basically any fantstically told fantasy). It was a very fulfilling discovery. My DH loves the person I've become and things have certainly gotten better in my life over the past few years. I just let myself be who I want to be. I am no longer more of one thing than another -- I am just me. That's all, just little ol' Aphrodite Pretty. Can't be much else, within reason! So don't bother trying to be someone you're not, or trying to fit yourself into a box, because in the end, you'll find yourself sitting in a library, starring at your purse and realize what you did wrong. Save yourself the trouble, and just be yourself. Bright Blessings! Aphrodite Pretty
The Brothers and Sisters held a "Death of Hippie Ceremony" for that very reason on October 6 1968, at the top of Buena Vista Hill near the Haight. "Death of hippie Freebie ,I.E. Birth of the Free Man."
Yeah--'Feelin Groovy' and 'Aphrodite Pretty'... When you find yourself let me know. I suppose 'live and let live' is a good simple code--if "everyone" lived by it...but they don't. Thanks for your letter 'AP'..I enjoyed reading it. You cannot get enough of diverse experiences--including reading, music, theatre/films..there is so much to learn--one sometimes has difficulty in knowing where to start. In high school we were reading the existentialists, XXX novels by Henry Miller, all the beat poets, Gibran, Yogananda, Muktananda, Tim Leary, Ram Dass, Stephen Gaskin, Allan Watts, Tolkein, Ken Kesey, Carlos Castaneda, Aldous Huxley, gothic poets (to name a few)--actually anything we could get hold of to "feed our minds"...of course all the underground papers too--the Oracle, LA Free Press, East Village Other, to keep tapped into what the rest of the movement was doing.We're under construction but you may want to take a peek here: 60s Philosophy Bookstore . Clothes..we started dressing like the older beats we knew, who listened to Folk and hung-out at the coffee shops...listened to Dylan, Baez, Woody Guthrie, Van Morrison, Gordon Lightfoot, Leonard Cohen, Buffy St.Marie, --and so many more.. you know, long hair, shades, sandals, old jeans..a lot of colorful and totally comfortable clothes...no sweat--we just kept doing it and we're doing it today. The only time we dressed Goth was at 'acid punch' halloween parties..or if a local psycho speed freak was around..they always dressed like Alice Cooper....it didn't matter--there were too many of us...at that point. And man the chicks really smelled good...and still do. As for music--well..that's another post. 60s Music Review So just sayin "keep on keepin on" AP...like someone said above..you are born to be free, to be unique, to be HIGH on life...to appreciate Love, Peace and Beauty...then you are a hippie or just a Free Spirit. Gotta shed the old programming. Peace LionHeart "Photo" Ginsburg at the Human Be-In-1967-©Lisa Law 2004
I always knew who I was/am. The difficult part is/was filtering out all of the noise otherwise. The problem is "who you/we are" isn't always static. The state of "being" is a dynamic process. The more we know the more we grow...
Hey Folks, Yes--it was there--man was it there/here/everywhere thanks to the CIA and Mob. Even in Phoenix in the 60s we never really tried it until the 70s when coca was gettin popular..we did 1/2 coke..1/2 smak snorts, listened to Tom Waits, Muddy Waters and John Mayall, then hurled and went back to weed and stayed there. We didn't like layin around...burning out at 20...so I disagree with 'whoever' up above...there were those who did--but it wasn't my experience or my tribe's. The really fucked up and violent people were always the beer and liquor heads..bless em all---party down! Read-"Sleeping Where I Fall" by Peter Coyote. Digger says--it was smak that was the Haights undoing..clearly among other things..a friend sent us photos of the parade and of course it was in all the mainstream media too--they were happy Xians-the country was jubilant..and they sent more of us over to Nam because they were so happy!!! Was the "hippie and hippie movement" really dead? not in my experience..was it dead in the Haight..No. It was Dead in the hearts of the locals in San Francisco..too many unwanted pregnancies, too many really young addicts, monosyllabic conversations, too many overdoses..too much. American hippies from affluent homes with lots of money just feeding their minds..and a lot of them feeding their veins. And also a lot of the older "hips" taking sexual advantage of the young teeny boppers..you don't hear about it--but it was happening. We listened to ALL the downer songs..but not on heroin..or at least our tribe..they were cool to listen too to come down from other things...Why would we want to go down the "junkie road"..we were having too much fun! So-I think whoever is flaming on us-are probably talking about themselves..that's usually the drill...bless you guys we love ya anyway. Heroin by Lou Reed I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus' son And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I have made the big decision I'm gonna try to nullify my life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death And you can't help me now, you guys And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk You can all go take a walk And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that In a sailor's suit and cap Away from the big city Where a man can not be free Of all of the evils of this town And of himself, and those around Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then I'm better off and dead Because when the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jim's in this town And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds And everybody puttin' everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 'Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really don't care anymore Ah, when the heroin is in my blood And that blood is in my head Then thank God that I'm as good as dead Then thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess I just don't know And I guess I just don't know I was in Boulder, Colorado in 1972 when junk had just hit the streets..the junkies got so out of hand, robbing people and hippie businesses that the town rallied.."get straight or leave"--we put up posters all over town had meetings in the parks-"love-ins"..and guess what?--they left and went back to Denver or wherever, and Boulder went back to mescaline and pot and FUN! That was a cool community effort. I totally believe the Haight could have done that too--Gawd knows the SF Free Clinics had their hands full...and were understaffed and overworked. The Needle and Damage Done. by Neil Young I caught you knockin' at my cellar door I love you, baby, can I have some more Ooh, ooh, the damage done. I hit the city and I lost my band I watched the needle take another man Gone, gone, the damage done. I sing the song because I love the man I know that some of you don't understand Milk-blood to keep from running out. I've seen the needle and the damage done A little part of it in everyone But every junkie's like a settin' sun. Be cool--check ya later folks. Gotta go water the jalapenos. LionHeart Photo-Lou Reed==Velvet Underground Daze!
Hey FG..I agree, I believe many of us-(millions know who we are)..the filtering is a difficult problem--makes meditating strenuous..LOL! We have been exploring "filtering" the last 6 months.... My partner and I are becoming more and more sensitive to noise..the more we focus on positivity and being HIGH! In the 60s we could hear grass grow--but we were stoned..we can now hear it grow again-straight...perhaps like Leary said, our DNA was saturated with Light from LSD...sharpened all of our senses.LOL! Never to old to grow, explore new terrains of the Soul's pathway..new plateaus of our minds and new ways to express ourselves from our Hearts..tis a "dynamic process"--indeed. Peace LH
That reminded me of a few weekends ago I was meditating after drinking some special tea and a hit of good bud and I had head phones on listening to some sort of new-age symphony music. I felt like I could hear each of the musicians independantly breathing in a three dimensional space. I really thought I could hear them breathing???
Hey man, Nice to hear someone say the words.."New Age Music"...who the hell do people think NEW AGE musicians/composers came from?--they were "hippies"--most of them --that went inside experimenting with light and sound and expressed it through their music. They went a higher octave and helped facilitate the opening of the "Hippie Heart"..but then so did ELO...Moody Blues..King Crimson--- New Age was the next step in the 60s Spiritual Movement--for sure.."our" classical music from the era. Breathing--huh--that's awesome. Peace LionHeart Here's some suggestions. New Age Music Review
