What Do You Daydream About?

Sometimes I think about tragic events in my past. I attribute the tragic part to the peer pressure in the 70s to participate in the drug culture. The 70s teenagers seemed lured into taking LSD. Most people around me experimented with LSD either in moderation, large doses or actually only once.

Between ages 15 and 18 people kept telling me.."It's okay to take it" " It's safe and it's fun"

I didn't believe that. Between 1970 and 1976 I witnessed several of my teenage friends who had actually been childhood friends strapped to a stretcher and driven to the Ancora Psychiatric Hospital where they stayed for quite some time. They had bad Acid trips.

When I visited them at the hospital they said hello..as if they acknowledged who I was..yet they did not remember anything about our past. It was strange to see them acting that way. They were wiped out.

I had about six friends this happened to..( to be more exact)..and additionally this tragic experience occurred in the lives of people I knew as acquaintances. Why? I'm assuming because the pressure was on for people to try LSD? It was the 70s?

I just recall several of them being released and when I went to visit them I had to clear it with their parents first. From this point onward they were never able to function in the community again. ...and aside from that tragic news there were friends who were not released.

This really gave me a bad view of the world in my youth. Of course I did realize that a good percentage of people who took LSD didn't have bad trips...but that didn't make it OK by me. I saw the damage it brought to people's lives. I watched them disintegrate.

Edited by Jacob Schoolcraft - April 07 2024 at 13:47

Jacob Schoolcraft wrote: Sometimes I think about tragic events in my past. I attribute the tragic part to the peer pressure in the 70s to participate in the drug culture. The 70s teenagers seemed lured into taking LSD. Most people around me experimented with LSD either in moderation, large doses or actually only once. Between ages 15 and 18 people kept telling me.."It's okay to take it" " It's safe and it's fun" I didn't believe that. Between 1970 and 1976 I witnessed several of my teenage friends who had actually been childhood friends strapped to a stretcher and driven to the Ancora Psychiatric Hospital where they stayed for quite some time. They had bad Acid trips. When I visited them at the hospital they said hello..as if they acknowledged who I was..yet they did not remember anything about our past. It was strange to see them acting that way. They were wiped out. I had about six friends this happened to..( to be more exact)..and additionally this tragic experience occurred in the lives of people I knew as acquaintances. Why? I'm assuming because the pressure was on for people to try LSD? It was the 70s? I just recall several of them being released and when I went to visit them I had to clear it with their parents first. From this point onward they were never able to function in the community again. ...and aside from that tragic news there were friends who were not released. This really gave me a bad view of the world in my youth. Of course I did realize that a good percentage of people who took LSD didn't have bad trips...but that didn't make it OK by me. I saw the damage it brought to people's lives. I watched them disintegrate.

LSD is bad news; I tried it 13 times.....the worst thing ever made....I have been over 40 years completely free of all street drugs....about 30 years away from alcohol....and those latter decisions to put it all behind me are the best decisions I ever made.

presdoug wrote: LSD is bad news; I tried it 13 times.....the worst thing ever made....I have been over 40 years completely free of all street drugs....about 30 years away from alcohol....and those latter decisions to put it all behind me are the best decisions I ever made.

^ Just to note: you can't actually drop acid and play an ax with any competence, it is quite almost literally impossible.   I think that's why Hendrix put it under his headband... slow release.

The Dark Elf wrote: presdoug wrote: LSD is bad news; I tried it 13 times.....the worst thing ever made....I have been over 40 years completely free of all street drugs....about 30 years away from alcohol....and those latter decisions to put it all behind me are the best decisions I ever made. You tried it 13 times, eh? Thirteen? Interesting number, 13, and quite specific. Not doubting your veracity, but I partied quite heavily in the 70s. Dropped acid, popped mescaline, shrooms, snorted coke, etc., in the bands I played in (and at school). I couldn't give you a specific number of times I did anything.  But I am alive, and drug free for around 40 years as well. Cheers! I'll drink a Guinness in your honor. Or perhaps I'll raise a glass of Merlot if I'm feeling really daring.

Cheers to you! I guess that is unusual to remember something like how many hits of acid I took, but unlike pot and hash, which I was on almost daily back then, the lsd trips were more memorable- for all unpleasant reasons....don't know about you, but the lsd I took was laced with real poison, strychinine, and the trips were an incredible shock to the system....man, I am glad we survived.....

Jacob Schoolcraft wrote:

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Yes..it was strange indeed. The experience itself was unusual. The problem for SRA victims is the doubt people have regarding their stories...although some SRA victims are full of sh*t and trying to make a profit and of course that doesn't help either.

Wikipedia states that there has never been any real evidence to prove that SRA exists. That's ridiculous. It's existed for years and back in my time it wasn't even called SRA. Consequently a lot of ritual abuse derives from practices in Black Magic. People are so blind. People worshipped Satan centuries ago. Maybe it wasn't modernized as it were during the hippy dippy trippy zippy era...

I don't even believe in the supernatural. I find criminology more interesting. Because that's what it is. Sadistic people that sacrifice humans and animals. They are mentally challenged. It differs in certain ways from what Jeffrey Dahmer would do...but actually has similarities and the idea that demons exist is nonsense to me. Is there any reason to believe that they exist?

These are just people dressing up in cloaks and masks and getting off on torturing . They were delusional. They used to have a metal box with Egyptian hieroglyphics carved on the outside. On the inside were hallways that led through a maze. They would open the door of the box and place an animal inside. Then they would slam the door piercing the animal with sharp nails that were located on the inside of the door. Like a miniature iron maiden.

This sounds like a Hollywood movie to people. In my day it was real. The crimes were real. To me there are no demons. There is no Satan and its just mentally challenged people who were potential rapist at a young age or they pursued the left hand path because Mommy didn't give them enough attention when they were young. Maybe she didn't breast feed them and they hated the world for it 🤷

[/QUOTE] I find that the "occult" and the "supernatural" is so very suggestive-basically, it is dealing with a bunch of unknowns....and in an odd way, though it deals with unpleasant associations with the devil or what have you, it has a power over some people, and they get seduced by the occult and in turn manipulated with like you say-sadistic, mentally challenged people-I don't really believe in the devil, myself-but have met people like the devil on planet earth....Charles Manson and his "Family" were another bad bunch, and Manson would use lsd to control and manipulate his followers sometimes....

presdoug wrote: The Dark Elf wrote: presdoug wrote: LSD is bad news; I tried it 13 times.....the worst thing ever made....I have been over 40 years completely free of all street drugs....about 30 years away from alcohol....and those latter decisions to put it all behind me are the best decisions I ever made. You tried it 13 times, eh? Thirteen? Interesting number, 13, and quite specific. Not doubting your veracity, but I partied quite heavily in the 70s. Dropped acid, popped mescaline, shrooms, snorted coke, etc., in the bands I played in (and at school). I couldn't give you a specific number of times I did anything.  But I am alive, and drug free for around 40 years as well. Cheers! I'll drink a Guinness in your honor. Or perhaps I'll raise a glass of Merlot if I'm feeling really daring.  Cheers to you! I guess that is unusual to remember something like how many hits of acid I took, but unlike pot and hash, which I was on almost daily back then, the lsd trips were more memorable- for all unpleasant reasons....don't know about you, but the lsd I took was laced with real poison, strychinine, and the trips were an incredible shock to the system....man, I am glad we survived.....

Sitting on a bench next to an old friend and trying to accept that her brain has been damaged from Acid was rough on me. It was 1976. I never payed attention to drugs and definitely wasn't knowledgeable in any sense of the word. I noticed that Acid did not do this to everyone however it did damage a significant amount of my teenage friends. She just sat staring into the sky. She seemed lost and when I crossed paths with her in the 80s she acted robotic. She was such a beautiful person and it sucked that her personality was ruined. All the magic in her personality was wiped out.



I knew this guitarist that was really diverse for his age. He had to be committed to Ancora Psychiatric Hospital. He was released and when I heard his guitar playing it was nonsensical. A real talent he had and it was wiped out by a bad Acid trip. He never rejoined the workforce and sat in the corner a lot.

A keyboardist I played in a Progressive Rock band with started taking Acid and turning up to rehearsal with a map that he drew of an underwater city. He would waste a lot of time at rehearsal explaining to the band how he designed the city and that it could be built. This went on for about a week. We had a show on the weekend and at rehearsal his wife called to say that he had to be admitted to the Ancora Psychiatric Hospital and that he was on the roof of the house screaming that he could fly.

Norman was a great keyboardist. He had a several keyboards. A mellotron and he used to get all the sounds for the Vangelis album Heaven & Hell. You'd think it was the album you were listening to. He played Dave Greenslade stuff...Rick Wakeman..he was incredible..what a shame.

We had a show coming up and we couldn't find a keyboardist. I decided to drive to the hospital to see if I could reach him. I wasnt allowed to see him because he was on closed ward. 😔 Wth happened? How does somebody that good on keyboards never play again based on a bad Acid trip?

That was 1976. Fast forward to 1996 ..I was rehearsing with a Blues band. In the basement I could see a couple standing in a corner. When I saw the guy I knew it was Norman. I approached him and said..." Hi Norman...its Johnny...how are you?" He said..."I'm not Norman anymore" "I'm Noah now". I thought it was strange and later that night the drummer told me that Norman and his girlfriend were both in Ancora a few months ago. Their eyes were piercing and all I could think about was Norman's energy level in the 70s when he played Prog Rock and how enthusiastic he was. How we would turn off our amps and sit around his keyboards while he played pieces from Six Wives by Wakeman. How sad. A musician that great lost his talent from having a bad trip.

Whenever I think about living through the 70s I have definite issues with society's way of reasoning during that time period. Take cults for example...certain people thought they were divine and all sorts of brainwashed morons trusted them.

I'd be sitting next to someone where the signs would be obvious that they belonged to a cult. All I could think was.."Okay you are that...now get away from me. It was revealed to me later in life that the town I grew up in had a documented history of cults and "occult related crimes".

In 1957 Juan Rivera Aponte murdered 13 year old Roger Carletto and buried him beneath a shack. After a certain amount of time passed he dug up his body and removed his powdered skull. He used his skull in a Black Magic spell. A love spell from an old book. He thought that a particular girl that he had eyes for would fall in love with him and it didn't work. Carleton was reported missing and when the cops questioned Aponte he pretended to know very little while setting his boss up for the murder. His boss was incarcerated for a while until Aponte finally came clean and admitted to the murder. He died in prison years later.

By the time I was 15 years old...I woke to the realization that cults gathered by the water or in the woods to worship and actually sacrifice people. Around this time several people went missing.

The 3rd generation Watchtower Society in the Vineland area were interested in occult practices. They tried to channel a demon through Ravyn Guliani ...a young family member who they felt possessed powers to connect with "Hell beings" as she was lowered into a snake pit of dead snakes ...and the gathering of adults would chant. They used her through automatic writing. They were interested in Luciferian practices.

City officials didn't pay attention to reports of cults in the woods. Not until a body submerged at Menantico. Then they took it seriously and Charles Pangburn chief of police began collecting evidence in Vineland and the surrounding areas. His theory was that people were being trained or cultivated to perform rituals.

Some incidents involved people sighting cults and calling the police with the police arriving after the cult fled. It was a strange town to live in for these reasons..but it angered me that it wasn't kept under control. People lie through their teeth on the internet about this place. Total liars.