Church of the Good Earth 1963 and Beyond

Jehene,

Now I am incensed. I had a major crush on you with your long straight dark hair, your amazing body, your gentle demeanor, and an aura that just glowed. That's not flattery, that's God's truth. I even made an ass of myself hitting on you at the party/concert at the Ukiah bash. And I am not remembered? Actually I am thankful. T'was a jerk for such an overture. For that I apologize. But then again I wasn't called Wild Bill for my experimentations in astrophysics. I used to come and hang in the basement of 1915 just to get away. It was so zen down there. I loved just going to Jerry's and sitting there saying very little, listening to music, watching him tinker away. Jerry had that corner room, then Risa, Barbara, and sometime the Hawaiian girl, Diane had the adjacent room, and Capricorn Linda had the room furthest back from the stairs.

Hey All,

I have ideas as how to structure, gather, and document a film but like I said I am NOT a documentary filmmaker. I'll come up with some kind of way we might be able to make a film but I am booked myself until 2011. It's late here and I need to snooze but I think there's a way to do this that won't cost a lot. And when I say cost a lot please realize that a "no budget" film costs a million at the least. I think my plan can come in for a few thousand but I WILL NOT have the time to oversee it. I am contracted to write and maybe direct the life story of Bette Davis and it's a major commitment. That, plus the two jobs I have upcoming in Europe and back in L.A. and I am on the ropes.

Yo, Spud. You da best at bringin' 'em up. I had forgotten about those Swedish douchebags and then it all comes flooding back in. Yeah, when they realized free love had a price they feared for their lives. Ah, media perception.

Steven, I can so relate to the communication with April Snow. The name is such a pronouncement of a father's devotion. My own Jessica has been out of touch since '91. I think of her every fucking moment of every fucking day. But, as they used to say about us, "Kids these days. Go figure." Hey, send me an e-mail with Dana's legal name and I might be able to find her for you (us). My e-mail is filmkat@hotmail.com. And yes, we were but a grain of sand on the beach of the movement. You are so right about those years being an epochal transtion. It's amazing how practical we were with our lifestyle approach to low cost healthcare, recycling, global warming, trade barter, and the list goes on. Our concern was labeled as the rants of hallucinogenic hippies, unrealistic idealists, commie pinkos and so forth. We knew then what everyone else is just starting to realize now.

Baby Cakes,

I have two requests. Those string beans you put up? Put two quarts aside with my name on them. I have got to drop in and jump you with my cool ass soy-garlic stir fry. Request number two? Those awesome preserves will make for a great base for a kickass 'cue rib sauce. All said, what do you do with all the sweet corn that comes in now?

Closing on a humorous note 'cause I'm always such a downer dude, the morning after an oh so rare bash at the Hole In The Wall, Spud, Ted, Kid, and me, were sitting at the kitchen table as Cancer Nancy (our mom) made us breakfast. BTW, her coffee was by far the best I've ever had. Count comes stumbling through, making his way back to the garage. He looks like death warmed over and, without provocation, says, "I just threw up a beer bottle cap." After the laughter died down we have all spent some three decades plus trying to figure out how he unwittingly swallowed it in the first place.

Peace or (considering Count's situation at the time) piece out.

W.B.

 

I dont seem to be able to post

 

HI IT"S ERIKA, CARL AND CHERYL"S DAUGHTER WILD BILL you were asking if the Dea got my dad and NO they did not.. He is living in oregon alive and well I also have a 22 year old brother Carl's son Jesse JAmes. DAD STILL does what dad does best (LIttle laughs) Keeping the plant GREEN. We don't talk much but he is ok. Chuck Mf is Living across from ThE TRACKSIDE GARAGE IN EUGENE> I SAW HIM ABOUT 4 years ago he was well still a grumpy ole fuck...HAHA I am currently going to school for Human services and have 3 beautiful kids.. WHERE ARE BARabra and LEROY? I have pics Of me and their girl at the country fair.... CAN"T WAIT TO READ MORE GREAT STUFF ABOUT THE FAMILY IT HELP ME CONNECT WITH WHERE I CAME FROM.. Oh and Wild Bill I remember when Annie was in labor with JASON HE WAS STUCK!!!!!! Talk to you soon ALways keepin it green in SC.....

 

Damn. Now I wish that I had spent more time hanging out at Oak Street down in the basement. I'd been down there a few times, but never connected with any of the ladies (except Risa, later on in Oregon).

 

ok so I can post now.. I cant post in PM tho

Steven, Iridology is the study of the Iris. It is a 'chart' to find weakness in the body. Where there is Darkness in the Iris there is weakness in that system of the body. If you go to the free school, which you can find right above Hippies on the main menue. It will take you to Iridology Class. I have charts and pictures posted there and you can get a better idea of what Iridology is. I also have classes in Herbs and Essential Oils.

This has been my work for over 30 yrs, since my daught Amy, was bron with Cystic Fibroses in 75 and I was searching for a cure. I dont know if you remember Amy. That's whn the leos were on my tail and I had to skip twnn. that was in 77' when the laws came and I was smuggle out the secret passage excape route. Out the back window of Oak St (blue house) and over a few fences and into another house down Cloe St. Later that night me n Jomie was taken to the airport and shipped to AZ.

That was the last I saw of my 'family' and the street called Haight that Love built. My spirit has been restless since I left. I have felt a seperation, part of my soul missing, my connection to The Happening. The side of me that was the Warrior fighting for The Cause, which was Freedom.

I had just come to the finish of my book.. 'The Haight In Me' when my pc died and took it with it. I have the 'First Draft' printed out but it will take yrs to rewrite it, and now it has changed as there is no conclussion as to where it will end. I was in The Haight 11 yrs, from 66 to 77. I walked in the procession of The Death of The Hippie and lasted to the end in late 70s. I saw so much, I grew from what I experienced in the midst of real Change. I learned much from my part in GE. The Good the Bad the Ugly and the Beautiful.

The ladies in their colorfull garb, tending to their babies, the men and their philosophy and insites. The action taken, the cards dealt, we soared above the Univwerse in our quest of Rightness and Freedom for all humanity. We accomplished much to bring about change in the thinking minds of men/women and children. We were The Light that shinned in dark places. We were/are True Spirits and we have much still to accomplish, as these are truely The End Of Days and time is short and It's happening fast. We are Still on the Bus

I love you all.
NC

 

sounds like were all still carrying the sturgle I remember nc those reds fell down in those dam driveways 90 degre angle and rolling an d laughing seemed like it took hours to get home probaly did who remembers the first blockparty before peoples ballroom ? Gotta tell ya Erika now looking for e veryones kids Kern ? Pooie and Magoo , hycathic wheres Charlie Black beard ? been looking for larry called this gut in ny a few years ago wrong guy thought i was a crazy right. Bill do u need an assistance in Europe ready to go. its 5 oclock somewhere day the heienken is saying go to couch sorry about spelling love ya

 

I wish I could say yes Cheryl. Would be way cool, but my job on this film is what's called 2nd Unit Director. I'm the guy that gets to shoot the action stuff (explosions, stunts, car chases, fights, gun battles, etc.). That's way cool and an adrenaline rush. I also "get" to shoot the boring shit as well (close ups of a book, or a kitchen knife, or a building). It's just me, my camera crew, and the stunt people or the book, the kitchen knife, and a building. Most people don't realize that it's usually not a film's director that shoots that stuff but he or she gets the credit for it. There was a WW2 film I did a couple years back as 2nd Unit Director called "Straight Into Darkness". It's not very good except for the last 20 minutes which I directed. People come up to the director after screenings and tell him how awesome that stuff was. I get zip. But then again I don't think I've ever heard someone come up to a director and say, "Gee, I just loved the shot of that book on the table." Anyway with my position on this upcoming project I don't get an assistant. Too bad, too. You would love it there. I know you would.

We had an Oregon get together a few years back in Eugene. I saw Chick Chuck and she told me Kern was doing well, living in the Bay Area. When I asked about how to get in touch with her or anyone else, she reverted to '74 mentality, acting like I was with the feds or something. A few pages back you'll see that Cass signed in some months ago. I asked about her kids and she has yet to jump back in on the forum.

I'm out...for now. Love you too.

 

I have to take the blame for Cass not coming back in. I was pretty rough on her. I had an Issue with her from the past that I shoulda let drop, but when she appeared I belted her one.. below the belt, I guess it bothered me more then I thought.. I did apologise but I think I was too late.

Hey Bill, I saw that trailer on the war movie a couple of yrs back. It werent too bad as war movies go The string beans now offically has your name on them. I have made sauces with the odds n ends of this n that, the red plum jelly makes a mean sweet n sour sauce. I got jars n jars of chow chow and green tomatoe relish.

I was gonna do a lot of tomatoie things this yr but the flood hit n then the blasting heat wave 117 in June, then another flood. Our house is on high ground but the gardens were all lakes and I am suprised that we got as much as we did. I was even further astonished when my hubby Lynn laid out 2 dozen watermelons, we thought they we done in by the flooding, as most of the plants were, but one corner of the watermelon patch was saved YEAH!! I'll take a picture and post it in my album when the sun comes up.

All our kids are grown and here we are as if they were still our little babies. They are now growing into our places as we grow into our parents places and the beat goes on. Most all of us are grandparents, I got 14 g-kids. I am fortunate to have them close to me. Having a farm helps keep the kids interested, they dont get so bored, well unless they live here then it's old hat. The ones that live in the city eye's pop open wide in wonder as they explore.

Good Grief, does sqwash and Okra ever stop growing!?! Two more five gallon buckets to put up, I just put up three bukets yesterday.





Spelling dont count

My heart swells with love and affection as I read the words from the hearts and minds of our tribe. So many yrs have past, so many tears have dried. A legacy we left behind following our dream.

Lovin' You All
NC

 

Yeah I read your slam on Cass and at first I thought you hit kind of hard. Then I thought about it and, hey, you must have had your reasons. I mean let's get real here, Cass wasn't exactly the poster child for integrity. And you being a true Sag you didn't hold back and were bluntly honest. So hey Cass, what's the fuckin' problem? C'mon back sister. It's not like any of us are above reproach for our offenses. Hell, you damn near won me a stay at The Graybar for that rubber check incident at Ross' Records. Did it piss me off? Of course. Did I slam ya? Ditto. Did we kiss and make up? Right again. So, take the knockdown, get back up, and get on with it. If NC is woman enough to apologize you should be woman enough to accept it.

In life, moments of loss and tragedy are inevitable, so savor all the rest! Celebrate the mundane, cherish the ordinary, for they are all equally precious.

Sorry about the 'maters, NC. No store-bought can compare with the taste of homegrown tomatoes, except for the ones grown in Romania. I even toyed with the idea of exporting them from there but I would have to sell them in the states for something like $30 a pound just to break even. The floods sound devastating. I knew it had rained a lot there but I had no idea is was as bad as your account. I'm guessing you lost all your root crops, too. If push came to shove I suppose you could lash all your grandkids together to make a raft and float outta there. 14 huh? You must feel like the queen bee on holidays. Good for you. I am truly happy for you. None here for me...yet. Hell, I'm still workin' on maybe my third kid. I said maybe.

Can't think of much else at the moment and I've got to get back to work on this Bette Davis script. Four marriages, at least that many affairs, sixty year career, etc. It's one difficult project but if it were easy everybody would do it.

Love to all and peace in our lifetime.

W.B.

 

I wonder If you remember me. I came out from Vermont and NYC first in 1970 and then after going back to graduate from a small schooo in VT came back in 1971 nand 1972 and stayed in SF until 1974. I Fixed cars, moved fruniture, deliverd Zap comics, moved furniture and played music (Kept my B-3 organ in the basement of Oak Street. My brother Mark Wexler (Sometimes known as Magic Leo Lightning Sunflowers) was a business associate of yours, Howie Rosen's, and Larry Lauztker's in Brooklyn for a while unitl he sort of went off the deep end ( He's doing fine of a sort in Soquel, CA) I worked a lot with Leo Ron (RIP) who's passing ( I heard in freom Nailcakes) hit me hard (he was too young) and helped set up regular communal meals at Oak Street. I lived for while on the third floor first in the big room with Larry and a few others and then when I came back out with Nancy in the little back room. We then moved to upper Cole Street. Kid and I brought the Golden Gate Park irrigation system up to the Ranch. My picture from then is posted somewhere in the forum or you can check me out on facebook. Haven't been on this forum in a while. Glad to hear you're doing well. All my contact info can be found at wlzev.com but phone is 718-624-7788. stay well and don't be a stranger. Despite some glitches the memories are still sweet. Read all the stuff by Taurus Barbara: it's great stuff.
W.L. Zev/Zih-ave Wexler

 

I always wondered what really happned to Jerry. He was a sweet soul and a good brother. Bill I've heard great things about you it's good to know yo9u survived OK. A lot of folks didn't.

 

Bill / Spacey
It doesn't have to be a documentary. The alternative to a documentary is either a TV series (cable only) or a movie composed of short vignettes. Might be called the Kannabis Kronicles aka High and Low Times at Good Earth. Of course that could also be the title of the Book. I know It's hokey but what the heck. There are so many stories. The advanage of fiction is it can tell the truth without hurting anyone. Worth a thougth

 

I'vebeen away from the forums for a while. For some reason they stopped fowarding new stuff to me and I thought stuff was dormant. That's why the torrent of replies. Spacey, Wild Bill, glad all is well. Each tale told, the mention of names that I haven't heard in a score of years brings forth a torrent of thoughts. Not all pleasant but all adding up to me who I was and who I am. Even though there was some falsity, it still was a time when we dreamed of what could be and tgried to make it so. We are all dispersed around the country and the world yet these memories will always connect us. And I bet within each of us is a small inchoate wish that we could try it agin today.
Love to you all
ZEV

 

Glad to have you back Zev, I did try to inquire on you as to why you werent checking in. Ya never can tell who's gonna show up around here

Blessings
NC

 

Shamess, You can't have all the blame Hun. I seconded you in your appraisal of Cass's behavior. I was also somewhat harsher than I needed to be.
Sorry about that Cass. I hope you come back soon and if I was wrong as to the facts tell me so. As far as I'm concerned we can let the past go and start fresh sis.

 

I never really connected with Cass per se. I did think that she, Leroy and Magoo were a pretty cool family though. I know that they were good friends of my cousin Rose who was Breeze's ol' lady. They had a kid together named Damian.

 

Hi Ya'll, Sorry to interupt your thread, S.H. Cinnamon is in the hosp. and Zen sd he isnt a mod. we need ya to take off the thread about the 14 yr old missing kid, he's home, and someone sd we should remove the thread,,I started it, on alot of sites if ya start it ya can delete it, not so here. If ya have time and your puter will let ya, it's on the rainbow page.Thanks bunches sis!!

 

Got your back Luvi, Cinn told me she was goin' in, I'm asending her oddles of LOVE, cuz as we all know, LOVE is the strongest force in the Universe.

Y'all send some Lovins to Cinnamin, she's a Rainbow Sister.

Blessings
Mary

 

It's funny to me that so many express astonishment that I am still walking on the terra firma. I was (and am) "Wild" Bill, not "Stupid" Bill. With the exception of my nico habit I always was, and still am, very conscientious about diet, exercise, and lifestyle...and being well prepared in the arts of self-defense, I rock. A black belt in aikido does a little shit like me a lot of good. To paraphrase Johnny Cochran from the O.J. trial, my mantra about food is "If it's white, it ain't right". No bread, no rice, no spuds (except for my most loving brother Dan), and no pasta. Starch is harsh. And we were grouped in with the "Starch Assault" of the Moonies, the Alamos, the L. Ron Hubbards, etc. I remember the S.F. Chronicle article that tried to portray Cyril as some sort of mind control freak. And his responses were so non-effacing that the reporter deemed him as a megalomaniac in self-denial. I guess the reporter needed sensationalism to get his story in print but Cyril was, in that interview, just being Cyril. And just being Cyril was amazing. Yes he was a narcissist but he knew it. He used to cruise through the houses to gather his energy but I so admired it. His tours were always double-edged. Part one was to procure the pleasure principle (a good high, a nice set of eats, a bed partner for the evening), Part two was to share with us that life was wonderful, that a smile, and God was his smile so beautiful. made you feel oh so special.

One time I had been awake for something like three days doing business and I just had to sleep. I went to my room and put a sign on my door that said "DO NOT DISTURB"! I am about two hours into a good snooze and there's a loud bang on the door. I'm pissed and scream out, "Hey, can't you read?" And from the other side of the door comes, "No, I can't." It was Cyril. I knew he couldn't read so that response makes me laugh to this day.

See, it's these little personal contacts that make us who we are.

Isn't this forum wonderment?