Father of LSD is Dead

Albert Hofmann died yesterday at the age of 102.  

Blessings on your Journey Al!

Obit on WaPo.  


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    • Robyn on April 30, 2008 at 6:00 pm

    …and creational use.

    The difference is point of view.

    • RiaD on April 30, 2008 at 6:04 pm

    on your next step on the path….


    • OPOL on April 30, 2008 at 6:09 pm

    I am he as you are he

    as you are me

    and we are all together

    See how they run like

    pigs from a gun

    see how they fly

    I’m crying

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  2. …”Tune in, turn on, and drop out!” in 1968.

    I wore out the grooves on that one, plus Iron Butterfly’s “In A Gadda Da Vida” and Hendrix’s “Axis: Bold As Love” that year.

    • Edger on April 30, 2008 at 6:13 pm

    Thanks for being you.

  3. thanks for showing me the universe in my grapefruit and everything, the magic golden web.  

    • Edger on April 30, 2008 at 6:32 pm

    hearing in passing a TV announcer from the TV in my parents bedroom as I walked by the door talking about LSD and hippies and quoting some of them as saying they could “hear colors” and “see music“, and it stopped me dead in my tracks and sparked an intense curiosity and started me thinking in my 12 year old brain something like what if the world isn’t the way I’ve been told or the way it appears?

    Later, a few years later, I found some books by some guys named Castaneda, and Watts.

    Heh! And here I am. I think…

    Completely out of your mind.

  4. and when you touch down

    You’ll find that it’s stranger than known

    Signs in the street that say where you’re going

    Are somewhere just being their own

    Nowhere is there warmth to be found

    Among those afraid of losing their ground

    Rain gray town known for it’s sound

    In places small faces unbound

    Round the squares huddled in storms

    Some laughing, some just shapeless forms

    Sidewalk scenes and black limousines

    Some living, some standing alone.

  5. On The Bus without him.

    This blog wouldn’t exist either.

    • brobin on April 30, 2008 at 7:11 pm

    Dancing madly backwards

    Dancing on a sea

    Erasing all my memories

    Of blackness in my dreams

    Tip toe, tip toe quickly

    Forget about your cares

    And remember underneath you

    Is just a sea of air

    Just remember underneath you

    Is just a sea of air

    Wishing all your wishes

    Landing on a star

    Knowing you are planted here

    Knowing that(‘s) so far

    Dance, dance faster

    Madly dance away

    But remember underneath you

    Is just a sea of air

    Just remember underneath you

    Is just a sea of air

  6. The influence of AH is enormous.  We’re just now beginning to see how wide ranging it is.  

    • RUKind on April 30, 2008 at 7:44 pm

    After that I figured I was grandfathered in. ;-);-);-)

    From Wiki:


    LSD is considered an entheogen because it can catalyze intense spiritual experiences where users feel they have come into contact with a greater spiritual or cosmic order. Some users report insights into the way the mind works, and some experience long-lasting changes in their life perspective. Some users consider LSD a religious sacrament, or a powerful tool for access to the divine. Dr. Stanislav Grof has written that religious and mystical experiences observed during LSD sessions appear to be phenomenologically indistinguishable from similar descriptions in the sacred scriptures of the great religions of the world and the secret mystical texts of ancient civilizations.[44]

    Such experiences under the influence of LSD have been observed and documented by researchers such as Alan Watts, Timothy Leary and Stanislav Grof. For example, Walter Pahnke conducted the Good Friday Marsh Chapel Experiment in 1962 under Leary’s supervision, performing a double blind experiment on the administration of psilocybin to volunteers who were students in religious graduate programs, e.g., divinity or theology.[45] That study provided evidence that psychotropics may induce mystical religious states.[46]

    The first sample I saw was from a surf buddy who had gone to the Watts Acid Test. Little known factoid: it spread rapidly through the surfing population from West Coast to East Coast. Surfers were among the earliest adopters. The Merry pranksters spread the word by land, the surfers by sea.

    It got me to the opposite shore.

    • Alma on April 30, 2008 at 8:06 pm

    Can you add a recommend button for this please?  I have a feeling, last respects, and memories, might go on for days.  🙂

    He sure made my teen years a lot more colorful.

  7. East meets West meets acid.

    • OPOL on April 30, 2008 at 8:32 pm

    “Chickens in the barnyard, chickens in a tree, chickens driving Cadillacs to Washington, D.C….the day I said Hey! Hey! Hey! took a little LSD and set my chickens free!”

    Gilbert Shelton

  8. The discussion came around to Yellow Submarine and she said it was too bad the Beatles were using that bad drug LSD.

    I couldn’t help myself. Knowing what I know, I found myself telling her what I really think.

    My questions: Do the people who have banned it know what it really is and did they ban it because they don’t want people to have that road? that experience? Do they think traditional religion is far from the path to It, so trad religion is ok but getting There must be prevented?

    Or are they protecting trad religion’s power? Or do they really think LSD is a bad thing?

    Thanks, Doc. I hope you’re doing well wherever you are!

    • kj on May 1, 2008 at 2:23 am

    must have been either 1970 or 1971, in Bloomington, Indiana, with my good friend from childhood and several of her friends.  the first time i smoked hash was the same night, to ease the edges coming down. the first of many trips to come.  i wouldn’t trade those experiences for anything.  thanks to those who went before!

    • 3card on May 1, 2008 at 12:52 pm

    …I came on to this thread late, and maybe no one will see it or care to put in the time…BUT… I cannot leave the thread without THE difinitive soundtrack.

    …or at least an abreviated version of it.  

    Break out that vinyl copy of ‘Live Dead’ and give it a spin to toast Dr. Al.

    Beatles schmeetles.

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