Margus Meigo
probably You answered to these in a book but as am told.. am can not read it.. not a much even if would have PDF...
audio book in another hand.. record Yourself to audio, as Alan Watts..and Macenna.. Anthony De Mello.. this would be great great value,, slow, from Your own voice.. tech is so cheap in these days, no excuse not to do it, 10-20 pages a day and let someone put these audios in one.. and there will be great audio travel.. as long as it does not feel like work : )
audio book in another hand.. record Yourself to audio, as Alan Watts..and Macenna.. Anthony De Mello.. this would be great great value,, slow, from Your own voice.. tech is so cheap in these days, no excuse not to do it, 10-20 pages a day and let someone put these audios in one.. and there will be great audio travel.. as long as it does not feel like work : )
27 February 2015 17:12
Margus Meigo
BUt my self will not be able to read that .. but would still love to meet You up on time when you still among us : )
Do You know where You go after this in here, is there any worry or knowing about it what comes?
Is there some more secure way for Yourself to get in to right place then to others, who still try to ignore simple .. that this body will be no more soon. Can you just skip the birth and keep going in another body of yours when time is?
Do You know where You go after this in here, is there any worry or knowing about it what comes?
Is there some more secure way for Yourself to get in to right place then to others, who still try to ignore simple .. that this body will be no more soon. Can you just skip the birth and keep going in another body of yours when time is?
27 February 2015 17:09
Margus Meigo
This seems to be good treat!
Make sure to make simple PDF copy also.. to be released in Internet by Yourself grew so you can add extra needed goodies, to the PDF file, as someone will make copy of that anyway soon , better to give this to others by Yourself , can add even donation link to front page upper corner : )
Make sure to make simple PDF copy also.. to be released in Internet by Yourself grew so you can add extra needed goodies, to the PDF file, as someone will make copy of that anyway soon , better to give this to others by Yourself , can add even donation link to front page upper corner : )
27 February 2015 17:06
George Douvris
I'm a real dum dum. I tried several times but no blue letters came up. Can you paste this message up for me
I am delighted to announce that my autobiography CROSSING KARMA ZONES has been published.
Crossing Karma Zones is my lively journey of growing up in a Greek-American family in the southern part of the US during the 1950's and then coming of age during a backdrop of civil rights unrest in the 60's. I find purpose in anti-Vietnam war activism and then follow the exciting hippie trail to the Woodstock festival and then moving to Haight Ashbury in San Francisco. Sex, drugs and rock and roll navigate into spiritual growth with an eclectic integration of humor and reflection through the many exciting passages of my experiences across space and time.
Among readers feedback, I have nice reviews from Dennis McKenna, Paul Krassner and Lee Underwood.
If you would like to order a copy directly from me instead of through Amazon, the cost would be $20 for the book and then whatever the postage is. (about $8 for domestic and $25 shipping international). You can send me a check or make a pay pal payment to my account of gsrain@yahoo.com
And of course, I will be happy to autograph each copy.
GEORGE DOUVRIS
PO BOX 111
PAHOA, HI 96778
I am delighted to announce that my autobiography CROSSING KARMA ZONES has been published.
Crossing Karma Zones is my lively journey of growing up in a Greek-American family in the southern part of the US during the 1950's and then coming of age during a backdrop of civil rights unrest in the 60's. I find purpose in anti-Vietnam war activism and then follow the exciting hippie trail to the Woodstock festival and then moving to Haight Ashbury in San Francisco. Sex, drugs and rock and roll navigate into spiritual growth with an eclectic integration of humor and reflection through the many exciting passages of my experiences across space and time.
Among readers feedback, I have nice reviews from Dennis McKenna, Paul Krassner and Lee Underwood.
If you would like to order a copy directly from me instead of through Amazon, the cost would be $20 for the book and then whatever the postage is. (about $8 for domestic and $25 shipping international). You can send me a check or make a pay pal payment to my account of gsrain@yahoo.com
And of course, I will be happy to autograph each copy.
GEORGE DOUVRIS
PO BOX 111
PAHOA, HI 96778
27 February 2015 04:22
George Douvris
Margus let me know if I can post this message on your wall as well.
Thanks and Aloha
George
ANNOUNCING MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY, CROSSING KARMA ZONES
I am delighted to announce that my autobiography CROSSING KARMA ZONES is finally available on Amazon as well as Kindle. If you would like to order a copy directly from me, the cost would be $20 for the book and then whatever the postage is. (about $8 for domestic and $25 shipping international). You can send me a check or make a pay pal payment to my account of gsrain@yahoo.com
And of course, I will be happy to autograph each copy
GEORGE DOUVRIS
PO BOX 111
PAHOA, HI 96778
CROSSING KARMA ZONES: THE JOURNEY BEGINS by George J. Douvris is now also available through Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Crossing-Karma-Zones-Journey-Begins/dp/1499521359/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1419215344&sr=8-1&keywords=crossing+karma+zones
Kindle edition
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SC35EW6
Crossing Karma Zones is my lively journey of growing up in a Greek-American family in the southern part of the US during the 1950's and then coming of age during a backdrop of civil rights unrest in the 60's. I find purpose in anti-Vietnam war activism and then follow the exciting hippie trail to the Woodstock festival and then moving to Haight Ashbury in San Francisco. Sex, drugs and rock and roll navigate into spiritual growth with an eclectic integration of humor and reflection through the many exciting passages of my experiences across space and time.
REVIEWS from Dennis Mckenna, Paul Krassner and Lee Underwood:
DENNIS MCKENNA WRITES:
My friend George Douvris has lived a long and colorful life, growing up in Raleigh, NC, moving to San Francsico at the height of the hippy era, eventually settling in Hawaii but only after making many sojourns of length in other exotic locales. Along the way he threw himself into what the culture of the day was offering up, and there was plenty to sample from, drugs, sex, and rock & roll, and George pushed the limits of them all. Fortunately (for him, and us) he was borne Greek, and with his heritage seemed to come a certain level-headedness, so although immersing himself in numerous experiences and mad-cap adventures, he was able to maintain a certain bemused perspective about it all. As a result of that, I suspect, he managed to survive and even thrive through some turbulent but always interesting times. Those times were the same ones a lot of us lived through, and those who did will see much of themselves in George’s stories. We all got through it, somehow, and here George shares his recollections, and his wisdom, the result of a life lived fully, not always easily, and not always cautiously, but always consciously. His distillation of his life lived is well worth the read.
Dennis McKenna author of The Brotherhood of the Screaming Abyss is an American ethnopharmacologist, research pharmacognosist, lecturer and author. He is the brother of well-known psychedelics proponent Terence McKenna and is a founding board member and the director of ethnopharmacology at the Heffter Research Institute, a non-profit organization concerned with the investigation of the potential therapeutic uses of psychedelic medicines.
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PAUL KRASSNER WRITES:
“George Douvris remains a born-again hippie, despite an attempted exorcism by a Greek Orthodox cleric when Douvris was a long-haired, marijuana-toking adolescent. His ingested psychedelic alphabet soup consisted of LSD, DMT, MDA and STP, helping to fuel a spiritual revolution, while rock’n’roll became the soundtrack of his life. There was an evolutionary jump in consciousness, and the sense of community it created continues to survive. George’s adventures and misadventures in this book provide the backstory of his current calling. He serves as a diligent, online, ongoing archivist of the counterculture, as the seeds that were planted in the ’60s are still blossoming now.”
Paul Krassner, editor of Pot Stories for the Soul:
An Updated Edition for a Stoned America is an American author, journalist, comedian, and the founder, editor and a frequent contributor to the free thought magazine The Realist, first published in 1958. Krassner became a key figure in the counterculture of the 1960s as a member of Ken Kesey's Merry Pranksters and a founding member of the Yippies
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LEE UNDERWOOD'S REVIEW:
George Douvris grew up in an emotionally volatile traditional Greek household, and throughout his North Carolina childhood experienced the challenges of cross-cultural Greek/American identifications. Early on, he became a gypsy soul who yearned for far-away places, exotic locales, and liberating points of view based on love, compassion, and deep respect for nature. With 60s music as his anthem and psychedelic experiences as his teachers, his watch-words became empathy, compassion, love, respect , and psycho-spiritual realization.
His impressive travels throughout America and his equally impressive journeys through psychedelic inner worlds are told with wit, compassion, insight, and great love of many of the people he met in his travels.
After graduation from the University of North Carolina (with a straight A average) he left the conventional world, and moved to San Francisco where he became a waiter at the famous Cliff House. With curiosity as his guide, he explored psychedelic life in Golden Gate Park and Marin County, and the underground nightlife of North Beach.
As modern gypsies, Douvris and his loving wife Stephanie lived first in San
Francisco, then in Maui and Montana, having one son and two daughters along the way. They delved into altered states of consciousness, religious rituals, metaphysical literature and the nature of multi-cultural friendships. They became champions of healthy foods, clear thinking, good music, and earth-based lifestyles.
Today, George Douvris is considered as a kind of benevolent , wise and compassionate patriarch to his family and to the many counter-cultural people who surround him in Hawaii.
Crossing Karma Zones portrays an extraordinary journey by an extraordinary man. Heartily recommended as one of the best autobiographies of the year.
Lee Underwood: Lead guitarist with Tim Buckley (1966-1972); West Coast Editor of Down Beat magazine(1975-1981); author of Blue Melody: Tim Buckley Remembered; poet, Timewinds; pianist, Phantom Light, Gathering Light
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I am delighted to announce that my autobiography CROSSING KARMA ZONES has been published.
Crossing Karma Zones is my lively journey of growing up in a Greek-American family in the southern part of the US during the 1950's and then coming of age during a backdrop of civil rights unrest in the 60's. I find purpose in anti-Vietnam war activism and then follow the exciting hippie trail to the Woodstock festival and then moving to Haight Ashbury in San Francisco. Sex, drugs and rock and roll navigate into spiritual growth with an eclectic integration of humor and reflection through the many exciting passages of my experiences across space and time.
Among readers feedback, I have nice reviews from Dennis McKenna, Paul Krassner and Lee Underwood
If you would like to order a copy directly from me instead of Amazon, the cost would be $20 for the book and then whatever the postage is. (about $8 for domestic and $25 shipping international). You can send me a check or make a pay pal payment to my account of gsrain@yahoo.com
And of course, I will be happy to autograph each copy
GEORGE DOUVRIS
PO BOX 111
PAHOA, HI 96778
Thanks and Aloha
George
ANNOUNCING MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY, CROSSING KARMA ZONES
I am delighted to announce that my autobiography CROSSING KARMA ZONES is finally available on Amazon as well as Kindle. If you would like to order a copy directly from me, the cost would be $20 for the book and then whatever the postage is. (about $8 for domestic and $25 shipping international). You can send me a check or make a pay pal payment to my account of gsrain@yahoo.com
And of course, I will be happy to autograph each copy
GEORGE DOUVRIS
PO BOX 111
PAHOA, HI 96778
CROSSING KARMA ZONES: THE JOURNEY BEGINS by George J. Douvris is now also available through Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Crossing-Karma-Zones-Journey-Begins/dp/1499521359/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1419215344&sr=8-1&keywords=crossing+karma+zones
Kindle edition
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SC35EW6
Crossing Karma Zones is my lively journey of growing up in a Greek-American family in the southern part of the US during the 1950's and then coming of age during a backdrop of civil rights unrest in the 60's. I find purpose in anti-Vietnam war activism and then follow the exciting hippie trail to the Woodstock festival and then moving to Haight Ashbury in San Francisco. Sex, drugs and rock and roll navigate into spiritual growth with an eclectic integration of humor and reflection through the many exciting passages of my experiences across space and time.
REVIEWS from Dennis Mckenna, Paul Krassner and Lee Underwood:
DENNIS MCKENNA WRITES:
My friend George Douvris has lived a long and colorful life, growing up in Raleigh, NC, moving to San Francsico at the height of the hippy era, eventually settling in Hawaii but only after making many sojourns of length in other exotic locales. Along the way he threw himself into what the culture of the day was offering up, and there was plenty to sample from, drugs, sex, and rock & roll, and George pushed the limits of them all. Fortunately (for him, and us) he was borne Greek, and with his heritage seemed to come a certain level-headedness, so although immersing himself in numerous experiences and mad-cap adventures, he was able to maintain a certain bemused perspective about it all. As a result of that, I suspect, he managed to survive and even thrive through some turbulent but always interesting times. Those times were the same ones a lot of us lived through, and those who did will see much of themselves in George’s stories. We all got through it, somehow, and here George shares his recollections, and his wisdom, the result of a life lived fully, not always easily, and not always cautiously, but always consciously. His distillation of his life lived is well worth the read.
Dennis McKenna author of The Brotherhood of the Screaming Abyss is an American ethnopharmacologist, research pharmacognosist, lecturer and author. He is the brother of well-known psychedelics proponent Terence McKenna and is a founding board member and the director of ethnopharmacology at the Heffter Research Institute, a non-profit organization concerned with the investigation of the potential therapeutic uses of psychedelic medicines.
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PAUL KRASSNER WRITES:
“George Douvris remains a born-again hippie, despite an attempted exorcism by a Greek Orthodox cleric when Douvris was a long-haired, marijuana-toking adolescent. His ingested psychedelic alphabet soup consisted of LSD, DMT, MDA and STP, helping to fuel a spiritual revolution, while rock’n’roll became the soundtrack of his life. There was an evolutionary jump in consciousness, and the sense of community it created continues to survive. George’s adventures and misadventures in this book provide the backstory of his current calling. He serves as a diligent, online, ongoing archivist of the counterculture, as the seeds that were planted in the ’60s are still blossoming now.”
Paul Krassner, editor of Pot Stories for the Soul:
An Updated Edition for a Stoned America is an American author, journalist, comedian, and the founder, editor and a frequent contributor to the free thought magazine The Realist, first published in 1958. Krassner became a key figure in the counterculture of the 1960s as a member of Ken Kesey's Merry Pranksters and a founding member of the Yippies
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LEE UNDERWOOD'S REVIEW:
George Douvris grew up in an emotionally volatile traditional Greek household, and throughout his North Carolina childhood experienced the challenges of cross-cultural Greek/American identifications. Early on, he became a gypsy soul who yearned for far-away places, exotic locales, and liberating points of view based on love, compassion, and deep respect for nature. With 60s music as his anthem and psychedelic experiences as his teachers, his watch-words became empathy, compassion, love, respect , and psycho-spiritual realization.
His impressive travels throughout America and his equally impressive journeys through psychedelic inner worlds are told with wit, compassion, insight, and great love of many of the people he met in his travels.
After graduation from the University of North Carolina (with a straight A average) he left the conventional world, and moved to San Francisco where he became a waiter at the famous Cliff House. With curiosity as his guide, he explored psychedelic life in Golden Gate Park and Marin County, and the underground nightlife of North Beach.
As modern gypsies, Douvris and his loving wife Stephanie lived first in San
Francisco, then in Maui and Montana, having one son and two daughters along the way. They delved into altered states of consciousness, religious rituals, metaphysical literature and the nature of multi-cultural friendships. They became champions of healthy foods, clear thinking, good music, and earth-based lifestyles.
Today, George Douvris is considered as a kind of benevolent , wise and compassionate patriarch to his family and to the many counter-cultural people who surround him in Hawaii.
Crossing Karma Zones portrays an extraordinary journey by an extraordinary man. Heartily recommended as one of the best autobiographies of the year.
Lee Underwood: Lead guitarist with Tim Buckley (1966-1972); West Coast Editor of Down Beat magazine(1975-1981); author of Blue Melody: Tim Buckley Remembered; poet, Timewinds; pianist, Phantom Light, Gathering Light
=============================================
I am delighted to announce that my autobiography CROSSING KARMA ZONES has been published.
Crossing Karma Zones is my lively journey of growing up in a Greek-American family in the southern part of the US during the 1950's and then coming of age during a backdrop of civil rights unrest in the 60's. I find purpose in anti-Vietnam war activism and then follow the exciting hippie trail to the Woodstock festival and then moving to Haight Ashbury in San Francisco. Sex, drugs and rock and roll navigate into spiritual growth with an eclectic integration of humor and reflection through the many exciting passages of my experiences across space and time.
Among readers feedback, I have nice reviews from Dennis McKenna, Paul Krassner and Lee Underwood
If you would like to order a copy directly from me instead of Amazon, the cost would be $20 for the book and then whatever the postage is. (about $8 for domestic and $25 shipping international). You can send me a check or make a pay pal payment to my account of gsrain@yahoo.com
And of course, I will be happy to autograph each copy
GEORGE DOUVRIS
PO BOX 111
PAHOA, HI 96778
27 February 2015 04:19
Margus Meigo
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personal emails to margus.meigo@gmail.com
personal emails to margus.meigo@gmail.com
3 July 2013 14:09
George Douvris
Hi Margus. Please let me know if there is an email contact that I can send you my latest "Links by George" newsletter.
Thanks
George
Thanks
George
30 June 2013 21:04
George Douvris
Hi Margus. Please let me know if there is an email contact that I can send you my latest "Links by George" newsletter.
Thanks
George
Thanks
George
13 June 2013 20:38
George Douvris
George part 3-Woodstock
In Joni Mitchell's lyrical homage to Woodstock her words "and we’ve got to get ourselves back in the garden" do not mean falling into a static dead letter pile of un-vital statistics, but an actual and eternal metaphor for freedom and true humanism. An awakened human whose mandala is enriched and nourished by the textures of art, music, spirit, love and passion. "Drugs, Sex, and Rock and Roll" were and are the anthem that needs not be distorted by the historic revisionists that want to eliminate the message of the 60's. For us that have stayed sober to its meaning, we know that the flag we wave stands for the same traditional values that have represented the finest aspects of all higher cultures throughout thousands of years of time including Indian, Pagan, Greek, and the many, many Goddess and other earth friendly indigenous tribes and individuals.
Woodstock is our tribe and the Aquarian Festival our own Mecca. A pilgrimage that continues with how we chose to act, react, think, and feel.
At the time of the concert I was 17 and living in North Carolina Along with 3 other friends we drove up just in time to be stuck in the mammoth traffic jam surrounding the site, but excited with the energy to walk the several miles to Max Yasgar’s farm among the other growing numbers of brothers and sisters heading for our magnificent family reunion. The first realization of different realities ahead was the crowd telepathy which prevailed on such a grand level. People were showing huge empathy with each other as well as in sharing whatever they could for accommodation. As we crossed the line designating the concert to be free, a fresh breath of responsibility shed off the veil of commodity exchange based relationships and in return there manifested true love and respect for each other and the community that we were a part of.
As to my adventures at the concert, what experiences I do recall are similar to many other testimonies. Totally impressed by the bass player to Mountain, learning how to spell the "F" word by Country Joe, sleeping through most of the Dead set (even though many of the younger fans now would welcome stoning me alive for it), but waking up to see the Who drill their way through Tommy, Sly Stone’s family exuberance, and Grace Slick make us all feel at home with her greeting of "Good Morning People." I shared the heroic experience of most in being able to stay awake for the 3 days of magic to witness the amazing finale of Jimi playing as the crowds slowly headed onward.
A couple of months ago I went up to Wavy Gravy at a rock poster exhibition in San Francisco where I thanked him for turning my life around in so many ways. During an especially tortuous moment at the festival when the storms had ravaged our energies and the whispers of Nixon’s helicopters dropping poisoned candy bars as tainted "care packages", the Hog Farm Commune was serving free food at its makeshift kitchen area. It was the first time I experienced granola and a health food attitude that opened up a better way of living for me. Other excursions into the forest behind the concert area were even more examples of political, spiritual, and artistic groups setting up information booths, educational outreaches, workshops, etc.
Another part of the full experience of Woodstock not covered too well in the movie was the way the Yasgar family took advantage of the plight of the masses caught in the storm. Max’s speech about how great the crowd of young people was, is quite inspirational and sincere. But as soon as the area was washed out by the rains, his wife was setting up a water hose to fill up people’s containers with tap water at 50 cents a bottle. Good old Yankee ingenuity.
At one point I felt illuminated to share the idea that we could pass around a huge box and if everyone there donated whatever money they could spare, we could have enough millions of dollars to buy the adjacent land and create our own "Woodstock Nation". I dropped the idea after a few tokes and the reaction of enough people that I approached who told me that it was a silly notion since "the whole world would soon be like Woodstock". Who in their right minds indeed would not want to live a life of peace, love, and happiness?
So that brings me full circle in asking myself what did happen. Why did CSNY mean so much when they said "almost cut my hair" and "teach your children well?" Not wanting to violate the rights we learned to free ____expression, I do not wish to condemn or judge anyone else in my opinion. Perhaps my perceptions are painted by my own life strokes and do not fit into the script of other paths in life. What I do know though is that I felt a commitment and sacred trust with the many that had gathered at Woodstock to never compromise the values that we were sharing that day. For me it has been a wonderful journey of being as true to the lifestyle then as today. Okay so my beard is now white and I can’t see the song titles on the CDs too clearly, but I sure am glad to be listening still to Jimi Hendrix, Ritchie Havens and the rest of the troubadours of truth. And what is even more delightful is sharing the music with my children as well. Just like a work of art in a museum, a masterpiece remains timeless and is appreciated forever. Those days and the music the Muses inspired were not just shallow entertainment of the moment to fade among the fads of time, but to be respected and enjoyed as true blessings from above.
Just as with the "Woodstock" movie that we have seen several times, what a joy last night to watch the "Song Remains The Same" with our daughters and to be air guitaring and head shaking as vigorously as ever. Unfortunately a dark cloud came across too many of the people that at that time were at Woodstock or were influenced by it. Concern for others and the planet became a passing fad. Fear of not being able to pay credit card bills for useless junk rather than live out of the system, home school the children, still sit on the back fence of the farm playing music and singing with friends. Fear of this and fear of that have turned too many of our generation into today’s sheeple. I feel that if one still has a breath left, they can look in the mirror then close your eyes and remember what it felt to be alive at Woodstock. Take a stand. Don’t be a hippy-crite but a "born again hippie" my friend. It’s your one and only life so do it right for your sakes and for your children’s. Sit down and tell them the truth about those times. Tell them about how mushrooms can lead to inspiration as well as delicious pasta sauce. How good it feels to give and share rather than drop bombs and steal. Tell them what they can gain by hearing those interesting musical clues in the good songs we know so well. Tell them why it’s fine to let your hair drop freely down your back, wear old clothes and live close to nature and not be trapped by the 9-5 rat race. Oral tradition is an important need to be passed down through the generations. All you need to know was and is right there in Woodstock. I would cherish the opportunity to relive every moment of those days and feel it to be as true to who I am then as to who I am now.
Awhile back I had the honor to meet Swami Satchidananda, the Indian holy man who demonstrated to the crowd on stage between a set change how to do yogic breathing. I jokingly told him that I had thought him to be a rock musician at the concert. Whereupon this saintly old man picked up a couple of rocks from the ground and kept banging them together while hopping around and singing "it’s true I was and am a rock musician still". And indeed the Spirit does live on.
Peace, Love, and Justice
George Douvris
In Joni Mitchell's lyrical homage to Woodstock her words "and we’ve got to get ourselves back in the garden" do not mean falling into a static dead letter pile of un-vital statistics, but an actual and eternal metaphor for freedom and true humanism. An awakened human whose mandala is enriched and nourished by the textures of art, music, spirit, love and passion. "Drugs, Sex, and Rock and Roll" were and are the anthem that needs not be distorted by the historic revisionists that want to eliminate the message of the 60's. For us that have stayed sober to its meaning, we know that the flag we wave stands for the same traditional values that have represented the finest aspects of all higher cultures throughout thousands of years of time including Indian, Pagan, Greek, and the many, many Goddess and other earth friendly indigenous tribes and individuals.
Woodstock is our tribe and the Aquarian Festival our own Mecca. A pilgrimage that continues with how we chose to act, react, think, and feel.
At the time of the concert I was 17 and living in North Carolina Along with 3 other friends we drove up just in time to be stuck in the mammoth traffic jam surrounding the site, but excited with the energy to walk the several miles to Max Yasgar’s farm among the other growing numbers of brothers and sisters heading for our magnificent family reunion. The first realization of different realities ahead was the crowd telepathy which prevailed on such a grand level. People were showing huge empathy with each other as well as in sharing whatever they could for accommodation. As we crossed the line designating the concert to be free, a fresh breath of responsibility shed off the veil of commodity exchange based relationships and in return there manifested true love and respect for each other and the community that we were a part of.
As to my adventures at the concert, what experiences I do recall are similar to many other testimonies. Totally impressed by the bass player to Mountain, learning how to spell the "F" word by Country Joe, sleeping through most of the Dead set (even though many of the younger fans now would welcome stoning me alive for it), but waking up to see the Who drill their way through Tommy, Sly Stone’s family exuberance, and Grace Slick make us all feel at home with her greeting of "Good Morning People." I shared the heroic experience of most in being able to stay awake for the 3 days of magic to witness the amazing finale of Jimi playing as the crowds slowly headed onward.
A couple of months ago I went up to Wavy Gravy at a rock poster exhibition in San Francisco where I thanked him for turning my life around in so many ways. During an especially tortuous moment at the festival when the storms had ravaged our energies and the whispers of Nixon’s helicopters dropping poisoned candy bars as tainted "care packages", the Hog Farm Commune was serving free food at its makeshift kitchen area. It was the first time I experienced granola and a health food attitude that opened up a better way of living for me. Other excursions into the forest behind the concert area were even more examples of political, spiritual, and artistic groups setting up information booths, educational outreaches, workshops, etc.
Another part of the full experience of Woodstock not covered too well in the movie was the way the Yasgar family took advantage of the plight of the masses caught in the storm. Max’s speech about how great the crowd of young people was, is quite inspirational and sincere. But as soon as the area was washed out by the rains, his wife was setting up a water hose to fill up people’s containers with tap water at 50 cents a bottle. Good old Yankee ingenuity.
At one point I felt illuminated to share the idea that we could pass around a huge box and if everyone there donated whatever money they could spare, we could have enough millions of dollars to buy the adjacent land and create our own "Woodstock Nation". I dropped the idea after a few tokes and the reaction of enough people that I approached who told me that it was a silly notion since "the whole world would soon be like Woodstock". Who in their right minds indeed would not want to live a life of peace, love, and happiness?
So that brings me full circle in asking myself what did happen. Why did CSNY mean so much when they said "almost cut my hair" and "teach your children well?" Not wanting to violate the rights we learned to free ____expression, I do not wish to condemn or judge anyone else in my opinion. Perhaps my perceptions are painted by my own life strokes and do not fit into the script of other paths in life. What I do know though is that I felt a commitment and sacred trust with the many that had gathered at Woodstock to never compromise the values that we were sharing that day. For me it has been a wonderful journey of being as true to the lifestyle then as today. Okay so my beard is now white and I can’t see the song titles on the CDs too clearly, but I sure am glad to be listening still to Jimi Hendrix, Ritchie Havens and the rest of the troubadours of truth. And what is even more delightful is sharing the music with my children as well. Just like a work of art in a museum, a masterpiece remains timeless and is appreciated forever. Those days and the music the Muses inspired were not just shallow entertainment of the moment to fade among the fads of time, but to be respected and enjoyed as true blessings from above.
Just as with the "Woodstock" movie that we have seen several times, what a joy last night to watch the "Song Remains The Same" with our daughters and to be air guitaring and head shaking as vigorously as ever. Unfortunately a dark cloud came across too many of the people that at that time were at Woodstock or were influenced by it. Concern for others and the planet became a passing fad. Fear of not being able to pay credit card bills for useless junk rather than live out of the system, home school the children, still sit on the back fence of the farm playing music and singing with friends. Fear of this and fear of that have turned too many of our generation into today’s sheeple. I feel that if one still has a breath left, they can look in the mirror then close your eyes and remember what it felt to be alive at Woodstock. Take a stand. Don’t be a hippy-crite but a "born again hippie" my friend. It’s your one and only life so do it right for your sakes and for your children’s. Sit down and tell them the truth about those times. Tell them about how mushrooms can lead to inspiration as well as delicious pasta sauce. How good it feels to give and share rather than drop bombs and steal. Tell them what they can gain by hearing those interesting musical clues in the good songs we know so well. Tell them why it’s fine to let your hair drop freely down your back, wear old clothes and live close to nature and not be trapped by the 9-5 rat race. Oral tradition is an important need to be passed down through the generations. All you need to know was and is right there in Woodstock. I would cherish the opportunity to relive every moment of those days and feel it to be as true to who I am then as to who I am now.
Awhile back I had the honor to meet Swami Satchidananda, the Indian holy man who demonstrated to the crowd on stage between a set change how to do yogic breathing. I jokingly told him that I had thought him to be a rock musician at the concert. Whereupon this saintly old man picked up a couple of rocks from the ground and kept banging them together while hopping around and singing "it’s true I was and am a rock musician still". And indeed the Spirit does live on.
Peace, Love, and Justice
George Douvris
13 June 2013 20:38
George Douvris
A brief intro of my family and me. I grew up in NC in the US, went to college in Chapel Hill at the University of North Carolina which at that time was a small island of consciousness in a very racist and ignorant state. Took my first acid in '68 in 10th grade. I hitchhiked to Haight Ashbury and later in that same summer of '69 went to Woodstock. At college I was very much an anti war activists and went to demonstrations at DC several times. I moved to San Francisco where I met and married my wife and have been together 37 years. We moved from Northern California awhile to a log cabin in the Rockies of Western Montana. I had my life threatened for journalistic efforts on behalf of ending clear cutting of forests while promoting hemp alternatives. For most of 20 years lived on the jungle side of Maui Hawaii. We enjoyed being around people of like mind but the creeping shadows of the US iron curtain had me looking at the world map for alternative living situations. Before we made our move, we decided to leave the US and bring with us my mother to her ancestral home in Greece where we lived as extended family along with my wife and 3 children. My mother passed away after her 100th birthday. Homeschooling and sharing experiences together as a family have been important to us. Our search for a new homeland took us through India, Thailand,Fiji, New Zealand, Bali, Zealand, and Nimbin Australia. However, the journey has led us back to Hawaii where we now live on the Big Island.
A couple of times a week I send out a mailing called "Links by George" which reaches over 5200 people and several blogs. If interested, let me know and I can put your email into the mailing list as well. I also have other mailing lists that I send out specific group mailings if interested. These are: psychedelic, spiritual, rainbow/hippie, and political.
Also I am pasting an essay I had written about Woodstock as well.
I will be sending my newsletter from either gsrain@yahoo.com or from gsrain@gmail.com Often they go to the spam/bulk sections, so look for "Links by George".
My blog site is: http://www.linksbygeorge.blogspot.com/
A nice week to you
Love and Light
George
Our travel photos from India, Thailand, Bali, Australia, Fiji and New Zealand
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gsrain/
Our son John covering a Traffic song onstage at the Nimbin Mardi Grass.
Fiona Ryan on the flute and our daughter Sophia on the right playing drums
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEn3S8tcfxk&list=UUUVLm3XTqSL1R6itKTtihEg&index=9&feature=plcp
Youtubes of our time in Nimbin and beyond uploaded by my wife Stephanie (with some musical contributions from our son). "Show Me the Way to Paradise" is a basic view of our experience. "Tuntable Family and Gigs" are scenes from our once a month cafe that our family puts together as well as some of the music that we organized
http://www.youtube.com/stefunnyd
My recent 60th birthday party
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yO-wPthhq4g
A couple of times a week I send out a mailing called "Links by George" which reaches over 5200 people and several blogs. If interested, let me know and I can put your email into the mailing list as well. I also have other mailing lists that I send out specific group mailings if interested. These are: psychedelic, spiritual, rainbow/hippie, and political.
Also I am pasting an essay I had written about Woodstock as well.
I will be sending my newsletter from either gsrain@yahoo.com or from gsrain@gmail.com Often they go to the spam/bulk sections, so look for "Links by George".
My blog site is: http://www.linksbygeorge.blogspot.com/
A nice week to you
Love and Light
George
Our travel photos from India, Thailand, Bali, Australia, Fiji and New Zealand
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gsrain/
Our son John covering a Traffic song onstage at the Nimbin Mardi Grass.
Fiona Ryan on the flute and our daughter Sophia on the right playing drums
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEn3S8tcfxk&list=UUUVLm3XTqSL1R6itKTtihEg&index=9&feature=plcp
Youtubes of our time in Nimbin and beyond uploaded by my wife Stephanie (with some musical contributions from our son). "Show Me the Way to Paradise" is a basic view of our experience. "Tuntable Family and Gigs" are scenes from our once a month cafe that our family puts together as well as some of the music that we organized
http://www.youtube.com/stefunnyd
My recent 60th birthday party
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yO-wPthhq4g
13 June 2013 20:38
George Douvris
Greetings Margus and nice meeting you in facebook. I will send a bio in a moment with the subject line "George part 2". Here is a link to my latest blog that I think you will like:
http://www.linksbygeorge.blogspot.com/
A nice day to you
George
http://www.linksbygeorge.blogspot.com/
A nice day to you
George
13 June 2013 20:37
Margus Meigo
and what you doing, for what you living ?
13 June 2013 17:28
Margus Meigo
im a bit emotional low monent at this internet session... but please let me know.. hows going?
13 June 2013 17:24
George Douvris
Aloha Margus from here on the Big Island of Hawaii. I see that we have mutual friends and interests. If you would like, we can connect on facebook as well.
In any case
A nice day to you
George
In any case
A nice day to you
George
9 June 2013 20:15
George Douvris
Aloha Margus from here on the Big Island of Hawaii. I see that we have mutual friends and interests. If you would like, we can connect on facebook as well.
In any case
A nice day to you
George
In any case
A nice day to you
George
27 May 2013 21:54