I wrote this a long time ago. It is a memoir of my early Hippie days back in the sixties when everything was possible. This is a document of those times, the things that happened, the things we believed in and the things that were going on around us. Those were good days. The music was great, friends were brilliant and there was magic in the air. We really felt we could change this juggernaut of a society and make the world a better place. We wanted an alternative to the greedy, shallow, warmongering, selfish and incredibly boring life we saw everyone being channelled into. We created an alternative culture. We wanted fun, meaning, purpose, and some way of life that was more sustainable in the long term. We wanted colour and closeness, love, sex and communion with the natural world. That's all Not much to ask for. Then it burst apart. We were all bought off, sold down the river and consumed. Now we live on the scraps and fight a rearguard action against that monstrous vision of the future. Opher 23.7.2014 PS - I had to remove all the lyrics that I'd illustrated this with. They are copyrighted. You get sued. The music used to be shared Now it's owned