Left Behind....

I am disenchanted..

I was a Hippy.. In the sixties and seventies. Me and mine, swore to change the world, foster love, never sell out..

I am a Hippy still at 51. I have lived my life true to what was in my heart then and is in my heart now.. A culture for the most part sold out and is gone.. It was a beautiful crazy time.. I believe now what I did then..

But now I am an oddity. A rare commodity among many my own age that refuse to acknowledge that they did little for the world but lip service..

We could have really made a heck of a difference.. I still try to affect the world around me.. If the numbers we had then all did now, what a wonderful world it would be...

Peace to all of you...

 

thats sweet. maybe we can try again.....

 

You change the world one person at a time.

 

You would be surprised how many of us never caved in,or sold out.We do the best we can to stay true to our beliefs.Trouble is,we're outnumbered by sheeple.Keep the faith bro.Peace

 

Yes! Our appearance may have evolved for some of us - maybe a lot of us are not so easily identifiable but that doesn't mean we've sold out.

And Rusty Dreams, have faith, bro, there's still a lot of good ole hippie love and truth around . . .

 

I think most people would be amazed at the part they play in the whole history of the world.

Each moment each door you chose makes a difernece.

Whatever you or me did or will do, is always a ripple on a pond.

Where it leads I cannot say.

But I know for sure, anything done with a consideration for the world or humanity.

Will alwys have a positive effect.

I for one thank you Hippies for what you have given me and what you have

given the earth, no mater how suttle the change is.

Peace and a Happy New Year

 

i sometimes fear that because hippies tend to be so open and loving and absolutely fabulous people, they become isolated little populations of loving caring absolutely fabulous people. my new years resolution this year is to branch out a little more. spread it out. let the "hippie vibe" be not a hippie thing at all, but a people thing.

 

Hey I hear ya. It is hard to hold on to a dream that no one else seems to have anymore. it is hard to always be the different one and keep swimming up stream. I have to believe that I make a difference person by person, in the little things that I do to spread love and peace. It ain't easy.


I do see some hope in this next generation coming up, if they can keep the materialism from corrupting them like it did our generation.

Peace to you all in the New Year!

 

I hear this a lot and I somethime wonder, where the hell were you when the shit was coming down. What did you do for the Movement. You say we did not change anything. What the hell are you thinking. WE changed everything!!!!! Did any one go to school in the fifties?!?!?!?. Yes things have changed.
Where we were once hated and even hunted down and hung in some parts of the good ole usa for being hippies, some of us were beaten and run out of town. Doesn't anyone REMEMBER what us hippies went through. We were spat on and humiliated for years as we stood fast to our beliefs. Our kids were called dirty and bastards cuz most hippies weren't married. The women were raped by rednecks and then called whores, the men were called queer for having long hair and cowards for protesting the war.
Today a long hair can walk down most any street without fear that the blue meanies or the rednecks will kill them. Yes they killed us as many as they could. A soldier can die a hero but a hippie was good ridance.
Now you sit there and say 'I WAS a hippie'.. well brothers and sisters ONCE a HIPPIE ALWAYS a HIPPIE. If you are so disenchanted with the hippies(yourself) then get up and do something about it. Stop whinning about what we didn't do.. shit.. we did more than anyone other generation. WE failed nothng, we are still here and doing. Get up offa that thang and do something. It's gotta start with the 'you'. Don't worry about what I'm doing, I holding up my end of the bargan. Ask yourselves what you are doing and if you holding up yuor end, cuz this fricken load is damn heavy after 39 fucken years. So if you could please stop whinning about what we/I didn't do and pick up your end we may get the dang box loaded on the truck and get it down the road.
How are we corrupted?? cuz we watch TV or have modern equiptment to play with. Well I for one went with out electricity and all the luxuries living off the land in Oregon and I have worked my way up. Just because we're hippies doesn't mean we have to live in hovels and drink mud. We are people and can have it anyway we want it. We choose how we live and if we don't like it we change it.
Please forgive my outburst. I hear this so much I get a little strong mannered. What did the hippies do, what did they change. Listen up and Look around. If you see something that needs to be changed, change it! Dont come crying to me about it, get up and do something about it your self. I'm busy holding up my end. Blessed Be.
You go live in the 60's 70's and see if you make it out alive being a hippie.

 

Forgive me, I was not aiming my last post at anyone in perticular, just puting it out there for ones to read and think about. I get on a soapbox sometimes and can't stop the flow that's coming out of my fingers. I love you all my brothers and sisters, even when I'm bitchin'. It's the warrior in me. It's what keeps my heart pumpin'.
Rusty my borther,excuse my harshness please, I was not blasting you sweetie. LOVE LOVE LOVE

 

I remember those daze all too well.We are what we are,we do what we do.We still have to live while here on earth.I know several "rich" hippies.They are just like us,,,,,,cept they got more money.No big deal.We still work every day.

 

What would we do' without our work. We each have something to do that we love. Yes we want to make money. Taxes are due, grandbabies need Christmas. The truck payment is due and the insurance, not to mention toilet paper. These things cost money, money is but a tool to work your way into getting the things that makes life bareable. Money is not The Sin, the love of money is. I spend every penny I get. I spend it on my babies. I want them to have the things I did not. Yes I lived off the land like they did in the 1800's and it was cool. It was also tremendusly HARD. I prefer to live of the land with hot running water and a potty and shower. I like to have electricity and a car to drive to town. I want to be able to share the good and help who I can see that there is more to life then living day to day in a vacume being robots.
We each have a purpose here we need to go inside and find it..Blessed Be.

 

Good morning SH,I've been "legally" medicly retired for many many years,but I have to work.I can't sit around the house and do nothing.I love my work,it's me,I am it.If I didn't have my shop,I would be lost.As much as I bitch about it,I love fixing and building harleys,,,always have,,always will.If we had our shop in anyplace but here in bugtussle,we would be making some good money.BUT,,,we both love it here,so we just barely survive month to month.I've got my medical marijuana card,grow my own organic weed,and enjoy as best I can,,,,which ain't to awfull bad at all.Peace.

 

Heya rusty,

Well as you can see there are some of us still left out there and those that are still as involved in living the life driven by our visions of what should be, sometimes take exception to being told that all the hippies sold out.
One of the things I definetel;y remember about the daze was that many were riding the train and talkin the talk but not Doin where it might result in any effort on their part. The movement caught a lot in it for free sex and drugs and those that went beyond that ... wel they went beyond; and no matter what we do the concept of something is not right with this society still sticks. Having been in the political as well as the community end of that time of change I saw many of us - yeah me too, come to a place of seeing that as the world IS, we had no system that would work to effect the Change we saw needed. So instead we affect it by living within our heart spaces and acting from them. How many we touch are countless because of the ripple effect - when you touch one - how many do they touch ?

So this is not about saying shame shame - this is about take Hope - because we did and are and will change the world. And we Know that mother earth, Miss Gaia, very well may step in and give collective man a good boot in his (collectively)greedy, wasteful, slothful behind - make a real reboot hehe. We Knew back then and still do Know that it just cannot continue in the venue still paramount today. Paradigm shift is taking too long and the pretty lady needs to sneeze and shake off some of them fleas sucking at her essences.

One of the things that we must always remember is that We Are the Change - and without we Act and Do - it does not happen.
Every day in every way you act - are you being the action you wish to be ? and only YOU can change that..... So I stopped bitching at the world and hitched up my skirts - oops I'm a man, umm girdled my loins (damn I hate bindings) and got to work - Living the vision given, Doing and talking but little, Knowing Action speaks louder than words.

So peace be unto my brother - if you have lost the vision of what to Do then go ye out into the dessert, away from the masses, and fast; and a Way shall be given back to you (that be truer than ya think)

soooo. nough hot air gotta get to Doin
Loving ya All

We all need All of us.

 

Good morning Old Wolf,Where in upstate do you live? I'm from Dansville.I had an old farmhouse on 3 1/2 acres just east of town about 3 miles,up in the hills.

 

Homebudz, I know how you feel about your 'work' I too have my passion, I make lovely, natural healing soaps, lotions and potions. That is what makes me shine. When I'm whipping up a batch of soap and the essentials get to filling the air, I am at my creative best.
I live in a small town enviroment and have to go out and sell my wears at the swap meets and flea markets. My hubby and me pitch a tent and set up my stand and we cook on an open fire. I love to talk and visit the people that come by, some looking for health some looking for 'the natural way' and some ask where my crystal ball is. ( I tell them to talk to my sister, she has the crystal ball). Some don't understand why we dress like we do. I don't see anything wrong with our attire. I wear tye-dyes and jeans or long skirts and hubby wears jeans and flannels with his waist lenght ponytail. in the summer we wear shorts. I just smile at the ones that scoff and know that love will eventually win them over. I may just break even or make a couple of hundred, but I don't do it for the money, I do it cuz it's my work, like tending my garden. It's what I love to do and it makes me happy and it gives me a purpose. It also makes others smile and that's what it's all about anyway, the other self. Blessed Be..

 

Old Wolf,
Good to see you. If we arent part of the slution then we're part of the problem and need to change self. I know I need adjustments. I've been living off the land many years now and I sometime forget that there are ones that still dwell in the cities and get frustrated by what's going on around them. The carelessness for their fellow man and the I' Me' thing that drags us down. The matierial things that intice us. I live in an old old farm house that has been restored over time. It's not a palace or anything spactacular but it's home and it's paradise to us. Our soil is loamy and brings forth wholesome and yummy stuff to eat. We share what the LORD has provided and are truly happy doing so. We try to help the young ones that are being lead astray by drugs and greed and show them that there's a better way to live. I know that we have opened the way for many to pass into the light and to leave their fear behind and just live. Anyone we can reach and show that they can be happy and live in harmony with the earth like we are. It just takes hard work and dedication, but the Doing of the work is what's important. It's not the destination, it's the journey and what we learn and what we give . Blessed Be
I think the community your building Old Wolf would be a wonderful start for someone looking for a better way. For someone that wanted to give as well as recive. For ones that want to live and love in peace. It would give ones something that they could make happen by the Doing of it, the giving of it. It starts one step at a time. Build it and they will come is not enough. Come help build it and reap what you sow. Blessed Be

 

Rusty Dreams

Welcome!!!

 

We were disillusioned back then, and we are still disillusioned. What has changed? Dress Code? Civil Rights? Equal Opportunities? Civil Liberties? We humans have a 10 thousand year history of; "the more things change, the more they stay the same."

What, exactly was our movement? I can't pinpoint a specific date, but I can tell you that I was a poli-sci major at Berkeley in the mid 60's, and that's where the anti-war activities began (along with other poli-sci depts of many major, big city universities of the day).

Revolution? Now, it takes an awful lot of passionate commitment to want to lead people in protest against government policies. I had that passion at one time. I didn't lose it, rather, I was busted and my passion was rendered impotent.

When you're busted by the man for conspiracy you become a liability to the cause. In other words, you become non-existent to all the folks you worked and dreamed of a better world with. You even have to worry about new friends that you make in years following because they will become the focus of an "Investigation" also.

Even back then the man was unrelenting in his pursuit of perpetrators. Police brutality was a reality, (my mother had her shoulder dislocated by the feds who were busting me). Phone taps were real and used indiscriminately... Harassment by all the federal agencies was expected as soon as you walked out your front door.

And Gawds help us... there were but a mere handful of folks who were committed to Action back then. And All were driven underground or to the grave by their own hand.

Do you have a plan for action against tyranny today, or is this just complaining around the kitchen table like in the daze of olde? And what about you (myself) you may ask. Even if you don't, I'm gonna tell you...

After I was arrested on conspiracy charges to kidnap Gov. R and blow up the Santa Barbara oil rigs in '70 I became anethema to the old gang. And I found that you really don't need a weatherman to tell which way the wind blows. I was a stained glass artist and goat dairyman for years. I worked as a seamstress in a luggage factory, a flagger for the utility companies, a visiting nurse, a nurse manager, a waitress, a cleaning woman and a lot of other careers that I'd just as soon forget about entirely.

Almost 29 years ago I met and eventually married a scientist who works in the environmental field. From the very first day, I truly understood that he was one of the only people whom I knew of who was actually doing something real and concrete to clean up the environment in which all living things reside. To this day I haven't changed my opinion of my man.

10 years ago I was given 2 years to live. I was for 8 years, flat on my back with my only daily activity consisting of getting up and going to the bathroom and then trying to make it back to that bed.

Obviously my health has improved somewhat these days. And these days I spend time with my two horses, 6 goats, the family dog, two cats and have interactions with many species of wildlife. That's the only thing I do... take care of the animals and the vegetation on the property. I don't have the energy to do anything else, so I come in here to type and then I go downstairs to hold the couch down.

The old man has worked for a company that has maintained ethical business/personal practices and he's looking forward to retirement in a couple few years. AND... he is one of the few, true Freaks who have ever walked the earth in the form of a man.

This, I consider, the most important personal quality of a hippy of my generation, (i.e.; over 55. And a hippy was male in my day. Girls were hippy chics.) .....

Man... A male who recognized a woman as a thinking being. One who respected a female as a person, as an equal. One who looked upon a woman's sexually as residing between her ears. Yes, free love became the banner of our younger brothers and sisters... but we liked to talk together, these rare hippy guys and women. We liked to ponder the mysteries of the universe... we liked to speak of the probabilities for societal change for the betterment of the planet. Talking and thinking and doing....

That was where it was at back then. Unfortunately, in a few short months, anyone wearing long hair was considered an enlightened individual based strictly on appearances.

It was in those early daze of true individualism that I found out just how rare those guys were. It was then that I knew in my heart that there wasn't a movement going on... it was monkey see monkey do. Life became a fashion show. Love became the mantra, and not many understood its meanings, repercussions, and the impact the fantasy would have on society's future. Love became chaos. It became lack of personal discipline and lip service only committment to the future of the earth. Say the word love and it's supposed to cure the world of all its ills? I'm afraid that it takes a lot more than a temporary feeling to bring about real change in the social structure.

And me? I can't be any more than conversation and complaint around the kitchen table myself.

We're still only small in numbers compared to the rest of the world's population. The only probability that I see for bringing about change in these political times have been succinctly stated in previous replies.

Work on your own Peace. Keep to your own dreams, and do your chosen work to the best of your abilities. That's where I'm going right now. Outside to talk to the animals. And if I've sold out, where the fuck is all that money?

Me walking with Raven and Precious