Church of the Good Earth 1963 and Beyond

Beatifully said SH! HUGS

 

My sister;

You brought tears to my eyes
a smile to my face
and you put my head
in a mighty nice place.

You nailed it.
Love
ZEV

 

Knowing ya'll is quite a pleasure
From the Haight to Oregon
My memories of you I will always treasure

What the future will hold we can never tell
But what thing is so certain
Is that in this place called Hip Forums we will dwell

You can tell that I'm not a poet and I know it.

Peace

Spud

 

I think we all do beautifully well, it's an amazement that we are still even here. There in The Haight, it was rough, the streets were getting mean, the vibe had changed, Oregon was calling, pulling us in a different direction. We followed the calling and built a foundation that would last an eternity. It was our own Sigma High, our collage of learning, the university of hard knocks.

We all had our share of hard times, but together, they didnt seem very hard and we got pass them, with a little help from our friends. The test of time has been played and we still remain.

In our reunion here we gain power in the knowing that we are still one, a family, like no other that has come before or shall come afterwards. We were the first of our kind. The true believers. That came on a whim, flew in on the Breeze and lifted our minds and we saw.

Even the sands of the hourglass could not diminish our unity. Tho our bodies are a bit slower when moving, and our hands may shake a little when we lite the pipe, we are still as beautifull as the day we came to be part of The Happening.

The words that we speak are only trails of connectiveness that resonate the vibe we came on. The Light Beam of the cosmos that lead us on our journey through creation in a rocketship of consciousness pulsating a new chord to trip the light fantastic across the sky.

Our journey continues as we grow.

I want to just hug you all up in a big mamabear hug.
I love you my family of Light&Love
NC

 

you wrote it so well.. it brought tears to my eyes.. those days are so long ago..yet i can never forget our hours of glory in the flowering and splendor in the grass.. we all remember that!!.. we have new memories that are just as luscious... yet together they all design a beautiful mosaic..

 

I thought I'd add this one since we are having a little poetry fest

Just Another Day

With a sleepy stretch and yawn,
I wake up at the break of Dawn,
I get up out of my bed,
Yawn again and scratch my head,

Now I'm ready to start my day,
I check to see if I'm turning gray,
I brush my teeth and wash my face,
Trying to resemble the human race.

As I start to sweep the floor,
The telephone rings and there's a knock at the door,
I drop the broom and run to see,
What all that racket could possibly be.

Back to work I start to clean,
I load the clothes in the washing machine,
I look up with a ray of hope,
But no such luck, I'm out of soap.

So, I go down to the store,
And as I'm coming out the door,
I realize with quiet a shock,
I have no keys and my car is locked.

Now I have to call some one,
And explain what I have done,
And if they'd do a favor for me,
And please pick up my extra key.

As I turn into my drive,
I thank GOD I made it alive,
Then I leaned over to pick up my sack,
And noticed that my tire was flat.

I shook my head and walked away,
I tried not to let it ruin my day,
After all the day had just begun,
And I was in store for a lot more fun.

As I walked in trough the door,
I saw it at once in the middle of the floor,
What my doggie had left for me,
Several piles of doggie debrie.

I cleaned it up with a sigh,
And thought of how many way a doggie could die,
I pushed that thought right out of my head.
And went to my room to make my bed.

I pulled that off without a hitch,
And tought to myself, aint life a bitch,
When I walked back to the living room,
I tripped and fell over the broom.

I cant imagine what I did so wrong,
I know I have to try and be strong,
My family expects me to be there with a smile,
And always go that extra mile.

I go into the kitchen and start to bake,
I think what a wonderful cake I will make,
But I had to go and answer the bell,
When I got back my cake fell.

If that wasnt enough to drive me to drink,
I got a big clog inside my sink,
I stuck in a hanger and gave it a poke,
The next thing I know the pipe was broke.

The water was running all over the floor,
On to the carpet through the door,
I ran outside to shut off the main,
As I did it started to rain.

I finely made it back to my lair,
And fall back into my chair,
My husband comes in with a grin,
And asks how my day had been.


I looked up in his eyes so blue,
I couldnt bring myself to say what I wanted to
So I said, just another day,
What else could I say.

sh

 

Hi,
My name was Cass and I lived on Oak st in the blue house and in the Cole street house where both my kids lived with me, their names were magoo and sally. Annie helped me alot taking care of them.I would like to know if anyone knows where Larry Weizmann is?

 

Hi Cass. This is Spud. I remember you and your kids. You were with Leroy. I am Rose's cousin from Boston. Rose was with Breeze and had a son named Damian. I lived at Downy Street, Cole Street, and at the garage behind the Haight Street house (I think it was called the "Hole-in-the-Wall).

How are you doing? Where has life brought you?

Peace

Spud

 

Hi Cass, You know I remember you . It's NailCakes from Underhouse. So what's up with you nowadayze. I heard Larry was around Orygon. I'm sure Spud will know if he is up there.

Bright Blessings
sh

 

I'm working on it. I'll let you know in a few days.

Spud

 

Your a good man Spud Fenderbender

 

Hello--My name is Cheryl. I lived at GE in late 71 or 72 in the house on Cole St-It was the one -that if you faced park would be on your right.I have forgotten a lot of names. I arrived with a girl named Kanaya who had a little girl about a year old.She didnt stay long.There was a brother and sister in the house--His name was Tim-cant remember hers--We lived upstairs.Again, I remember more faces and flashes than names.There was a cute guy in the Cole house across the street named Barry and I remember the guys (not names) in the garage under that house.There was a short red-haired guy that stands out.I thought I remembered his name and now its gone.Days were a little hard when your turn came to russle up grub for your housemates. The fish and chips around the corner gave us their leftovers many times.I believe there was a leather shop GE ran too-I was to work there one day and somehow got slipped some very heavy duty acid-A party in our house that night found me curled in a ball in my bed scared shitless of ??. We used to go out nights--some of us in the back of a pick up would jump out and stick the Platypus Party's posters on light poles,etc.Lovely summer nights..and a mission! I can still see the huge mirror with lines and lines of good stuff at parties in the big house that faced the park.I feel the atmosphere feel-the anticipation.I nevision the beautiful artwork on the walls leading to the upstairs there. There are many many disjointed memories--I was headed towards full blown addiction and so I think I lost a lot of things I wished I could remember now. Oh-once we had a Dr come in and give us all shots in the butt for hep B--I did manage to contract C later and so--I brought back a lot of good memories from GE and that time period but also very unwelcome guests--I was dxed in 2003-after many medical problems the Dr could not figure out--I suggested I be tested for it and lo and behold.I read somewhere on here there are some GE people in Eugene,Oregon?? My daughter lives in Portland and I am visiting her in June or July. Have heard Eugene is a pretty cool town.Pretty lonely here.Old railroad town full of beer drinkin rednecks-in big pick ups-wife-beater t-shirts and easy rider rifle racks.Came home here in 79 to clean up and had a daughter-got stuck and am still here,blah blah-family--blah blah-mother getting old--well you kno.I often wonder why somone like me came from such an awful place.I dont fit--but Im sure many others have experienced the same feelings. I am 60 now--but the same person inside with the same values I had then-just older-wiser,deeper-edgier--a bit of a mystic-an ex-gypsy with the heart of a poetess-I am so glad to kno I have brothers and sisters who think and feel as I do. Whether you remember me or not--I remember the essence,inspiration and faces of many of you. Earth People now and forever.

 

Welcome home sisters!
Cass is it red headed Aires Larry you seek? Last seen believe it or not with Ron, Shirley, and the rest of the White Panther survivers working for Ma Bell in the East of Bay.

Cheryl, a lot of the family makes a point of attending the Oregon Country Fair each July in Eugene. Many of us are involved in staging the Fair.

 

How cool is that? Im going to Portland as I said--and I think Eugene is an hr or so away--have to check out the town--Really would like to get outta here and be closer to daughter and other earth people. Thank you for Reply-and welcome-Peace

 

Welcome Cheryl,
It's a wonder any of us remember shit, with all the brain cells we destroyed. But what a lovely time we had destroying them.

Sadly enough I only recall one Cheryl at GE around that same time. New York Cheryl, with black hair. Her and Lil' Annie Fannie were tight. I think Cheryl may have been STP but not positive. Cheryl would have remembered me, so I guess your not the same Cheryl. Regardless, I am glad you found us and I hope you enjoy your stay. I'm also sure you will start to remember more as we all walk down memory lane and reconnect to our beginning. May the circle be unbroken.

Bright Blessings
sh

 

The small redheaded brother couldve been Weasle? He worked at the GE recycling center on Haight Street. Larry is in Eugene?? I think I recall hearing that he was. Or mayhaps he was just there for the Fair.

The Oak Street House ( The big blue house) that faces the park, I believe is the house you are refering too Cheryl. It was kinda the Headquarters for GE and the meeting place where we would hold family meeting, throwing the I Ching before each session.

I recall Spacy Stacy heading off the readings and perhaps Big Ron as apprentise. Stacy would cast the coins and find the hexagram that befited the cast. I believe we even OMMmed. It was Hippie Haven. I mean it was the apitimy of Hippiedom. Up close and personal. It was sur-real and phychedelic with paisley rainbows.

Our energy was high and we conqured the Mountain and tamed the beast. It was our education, our collage of advanced learning of a diferent nature than the main stream of thinking, believing, being.

A time that can never be altered or doublicated. It was like a crack in mirror that we melted through and found ourselves in wonderland. A place of beauty and gathering of spirits. The spirits that dwell amoungest us, our spirits, as well as the others that channel themsleves into our fabric for fortitude.

It carried us on a neon wave of pulsating, liquid dreams of fairy tales and vast knoweledge of things unknown to the ones that did not follow the same path. We open our minds to another demention and ate the forbiden fruit of knoweledge, crossing over to the otherside in a yellow submarine. We flew over the kookoos nest grinning like cheshire cats.

Our hearts on fire with Angel Dust rolled up in a doobie to keep us up in the ballon that floated across the universe of our minds. We tripped The Light Fantastic as we blazed across the sky, our love light shinning, lighting the way to Utopia.

It was the best of time, it was the worst of times. But it was Our Time and we took it to the max.

Bright Blessings my Family
sh

 

SH--So much happened after I left GE that it is a wonder any brain cells left-There was a certain beauty in our innocence-the chemical horizon loomed before us, and I for one ,was an earth bound explorer willing to head into it.There was no thought of paying a price-We were pioneers and I am grateful many of us have lived to tell our stories.It hardly seems like 40 years ago now-That part of my life is such a part of me that it seems like 15 or 20 at most. Dont we wish??I helped my grandaughter--when she was in high school to do a paper on hippies and the 60's-She is now 26 and has 2 daughters of her own! Her and alot of young people thought we were all about getting stoned and screwin.I worked hard on that paper to clarify the truth behind what I felt was a myth--Yes it ended in hard drugs for me-but really had nothing to do with my truths and philosophies about life-except that- I got caught up&-began to talk the talk more than walk the walk.I was alive in spirit thru it all. Sometimes it feels as though there was a conspiracy to destroy our young, healthy. revolutionary minds and bodiess.In a few years "the boomers" will become a huge part of the population--and those like us may still be able to make change.I think we left or mark and those out in the business and corporate world work behind the lines today doing what they can.. I dont regret any part of it, except this hep and there may even be a reason for that.The real me was born-It was my "age of enlightenment"-a passage into the light of truth-Long may it shine in all of us.

 

I do think memories will come as you said. Do you remember Tim and his sister? They looked a lot alike.Us three painted the kitchen on Cole--Man them ceilings were so high-it was quite a job*ladders to the moon*What about Barry? He looked or sang(cant remember which)like Paul McCartney.I recall one night about 20 of us took a bus and went to some area on the coast where there were hundreds of seals--Pretty awesome in the moonlight and they were all making these seal noises(the seals were-not people) although some may have-lol Seems like people were coming and going alot--One incident-a 13 yr old girl that was pregnant came and the cops came and got her a few days later-across the street from me..Like I said--fragments!!! That blue house was very cool--Didnt they have different people rotate thru there watching kids whose parents were working among other things? One time I was out front and this movie crew with cameras hooked onto the back and front of a car were filming that Goldie Hawn movie(forget the name,of course)She was in the car-supposedly driving. Oh I kno--Butterflies are Free. I am trying to recall specifics that you may remember too-Things that stand out to me.Didnt the guy who came and gave us the hep shots run a free clinic??When I was in the Cole Street house there were a bunch of junkies living downstairs-and some speed freaks -quite a mix!!-They had wall to wall stolen bicycles,radios,you name it-could hardly walk thru the place.-One guy in particular--was very nice and I spoke to him a few times. He was found sitting cross-legged head in his lap--overdosed in the park-Pretty sad. There were trips to a bar across a big bridge(goldengate?)I think the Dead played there and another really good band that sounded like the Beatles.Any of this ring a bell? Was there a guy named Gypsy in that garage across the street from me? And they had a bunch of matresses on the floor in there I think.Thats about all my cells are rememberin right now---L8R Peace&Love 2 all-Cheryl

 

Did they do leather work at that recycling center too???

 

I Don't seem to recall running into a sister going by the name of 'shameless_heifer' at or around Cole St. back then??? LOL Introduce your bad self hun.