Gorda Mountain, Big Sur, CA in 1967 with Amy Goat. Welcome to the Big Sur Book project by Marian Scott, soon to be abundant with shamanic adventures with outrageous TRUE characters from the 60's. More soon.
Living in Big Sur in the sixties was like leaving the black and white world behind to live in technicolor glory. It is a dramatic land from the ocean to the high meadows is the steepest rise in any land. the few inhabitants reflected this drama, it is a magical place, it was a magical time.
We were a close knit clan in 1964, studying Gurdgieff, practicing macrobiotics and experimenting with psychedelics. We are still connected fifty years later. These are the stories of the high hip who could weather a Big Sur winter, find a economic niche and pioneer natural child birth, breast feeding, health food, yoga and meditation.
Get off the tourist highway in Big Sur and you are in a wild land, dangerous and free. If you could chop wood and carry water you were clan, Big Sur Light and Power was our name for a different sort of hippie.
There is wild in the social sense as in unkept, anti social and law breaking, the Big Sur clan was the other wild, in tune with nature wild. We lived as people did for thousands of years, grew our own food and harvested wild things to eat. We fetched water from the well and wood was our source for cooking. We lived an hours drive from the highway, picking up the mail was a weekly event, getting supplies was a trip every three months.
We were seekers looking for a way to live in the state that psychedelics showed us, the reality beyond our cultural indoctrination, we were seekers and we were finders too.
Here is my Big Sur resume:
To my many Big Sur friends, you may find your story here, I doubt it will offend you. Those were idealistic times and as Mary Alexander said recently, "we had pure intention".
My journey To Big Sur began when I became enthralled with a pair of green eyes that reflected the peyote awareness of consuming 5,000 buttons. I left my English husband, the architect, and ran off to join my shaman lover. My parents, the Theosophists, understood my reckless quest for enlightenment, my degree in sculpture gave me a resourceful edge and Theosophy is a good foundation for psychedelic research. I was an English bohemian intellectual looking for idealists to begin the new age. I found them in this amazing place, the edge of another tectonic plate pushing up from the Pacific, geologically Big Sur is not really part of America.
Living in Big Sur in the sixties was like leaving the black and white world behind to live in technicolor glory. It is a dramatic land from the ocean to the high meadows is the steepest rise in any land. the few inhabitants reflected this drama, it is a magical place, it was a magical time.
We were a close knit clan in 1964, studying Gurdgieff, practicing macrobiotics and experimenting with psychedelics. We are still connected fifty years later. These are the stories of the high hip who could weather a Big Sur winter, find a economic niche and pioneer natural child birth, breast feeding, health food, yoga and meditation.
Get off the tourist highway in Big Sur and you are in a wild land, dangerous and free. If you could chop wood and carry water you were clan, Big Sur Light and Power was our name for a different sort of hippie.
There is wild in the social sense as in unkept, anti social and law breaking, the Big Sur clan was the other wild, in tune with nature wild. We lived as people did for thousands of years, grew our own food and harvested wild things to eat. We fetched water from the well and wood was our source for cooking. We lived an hours drive from the highway, picking up the mail was a weekly event, getting supplies was a trip every three months.
We were seekers looking for a way to live in the state that psychedelics showed us, the reality beyond our cultural indoctrination, we were seekers and we were finders too.
Here is my Big Sur resume:
- Garrapata canyon 1964, chopping wood and modeling for Carmel artists.
- Partington Ridge, governess to the Healey kids 1966
- Gorda mountain, working for Linus Pauling 1966
- Plasket Ridge, Demsey flats, self sufficient 1967
- Mill creek, a hermit life 1969
- Point sixteen, teaching at Pacific Valley School, modeling for Nepenthe and playing music at Esallen 1969
To my many Big Sur friends, you may find your story here, I doubt it will offend you. Those were idealistic times and as Mary Alexander said recently, "we had pure intention".
My journey To Big Sur began when I became enthralled with a pair of green eyes that reflected the peyote awareness of consuming 5,000 buttons. I left my English husband, the architect, and ran off to join my shaman lover. My parents, the Theosophists, understood my reckless quest for enlightenment, my degree in sculpture gave me a resourceful edge and Theosophy is a good foundation for psychedelic research. I was an English bohemian intellectual looking for idealists to begin the new age. I found them in this amazing place, the edge of another tectonic plate pushing up from the Pacific, geologically Big Sur is not really part of America.
