If you were around when Steppenwolf released Magic Carpet Ride in 1968, you may also have taken magic carpet rides with various mind-expanding (and blowing) psychedelics, like LSD and mescaline.

True confession: I sampled some of those pharmaceuticals in the early 1970s. I didn’t do a heck of a lot of LSD, also known as acid, and of the six or seven times I tried it, only once would I say it was magnificent. Yes, I felt like Alice in Wonderland. It was so cool.

Mescaline was another matter. In the summer of 1970 (I think) or ’71, some incredible brown mesc was brought into Quebec from Berkeley, California. It looked like Nestle’s Chocolate Quik. I spent much of that summer tripping on that mesc — it was the most incredible drug I ever had. We often smoked some very powerful black hashish with it, from Afghanistan, called Mazar Sharif.

It wasn’t simply about getting stoned. In fact, drugs were never about that for me. I used things like acid, mesc, hash and pot to expand my mind, to meditate on the meaning of life, to listen to the voice of the silence . . . and, yes, to groove in Strawberry Fields with the most incredible music ever made in  the history of mankind. When you’re straight, you hear on one level. When you’re tripping on acid or LSD or (good) hash or pot, you hear on more expansive levels. . . If you were there, you know what I’m talking about . . .

(Disclosure: I am drinking Panama Jack, a delicious cream wine liquor with a 17% percent alcohol level, while I write this, and I think I have found a cure for the common cold. I feel great! Fortunately, I don’t have to go to work tomorrow; I booked the day off as a vacation day back in April. Yippee!! )

Recently, I have been missing those days in the early ’70s. And I’ve been kind of wishing I could trip out again on acid and mesc. lol. Imagine that. So imagine my surprise when a young person mentioned to me recently that LSD is still available — though, sadly, not mescaline. Of course, who knows what they are passing off as LSD these days, if it is the real McCoy or not. But if I knew for sure it was the real thing, ya know, I would take it again. Imagine that . . .

So, after this long preamble, here is my question for you: If you are of a certain age and dabbled in such psychedelics when Steppenwolf was playing Magic Carpet Ride, would you take another magic carpet ride now? Would you take LSD or mescaline?

You would be right in assuming that this post won’t be appearing in my other blog. So, for those of you who are dedicated followers of this blog, have fun with this post, whether you like chasing white rabbits or not . . . Oh . . . so trippy . . .

A love-in, anyone?

Peace and love

— Jillian, with flowers in her hair

P.S. Panama Jack is soooo tasty . . . Smiles . . .