LSD...CIA...Timothy Leary

I hope that everyone is familiar with the start of the psychadelic revolution and the relationship which the CIA had with it. Essentially, they had a mind altering drug and they thought it would be of use....so they EXPERIMENTED with it. I will not go into great detail on that. My point is; The very same guys (who were young and lowly at that time) are probobly still with the "agency" today. (only higher in rank) So....It should be relatively easy to find out who they were and where they are today.....Who knows what interesting careers they must have found since then
This could lead to something far more interesting than a bad trip. Worthy of an inquest by ATS or no?

Completely on topic, here is my song of the day (Slip Inside This House, Hall & Erickson, off 13th Floor Elevators' Easter Everywhere, 1967). I still prefer this version to Primal Scream's on Screamadelica, which was also good.

These were the early adopters, and the authorities in Texas had a hell of a time with them until they became buddies. All except poor Roky, that is...


There when your tribe's ascending
from the egg into the flower,
alpha information sending
states within the heaven shower:
from disciples the unending
subtleties of river power.
They slip inside this house as they pass by.

If your limbs begin dissolving
in the water that you tread,
all surroundings are evolving
in the stream that clears your head.
Find yourself a caravan
like Noah must have led,
and slip inside this house as you pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

True conception, knowing why
brings even more than meets the eye.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

In this dark we call creation
we can be and feel and know
from an effort, comfort station,
that's surviving on the go.
There's infinite survival in
the high baptismal glow.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

There is no season when you are grown.
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown.
There is no reason to rise alone.
Other stories given have sages of their own.
Live where your heart can be given
and your life starts to unfold
in the forms you envision
in this dream that's ages old.
On the river layer is the only sayer.
You receive all you can hold,
like you've been told.

Every day's another dawning.
Give the morning winds a chance.
Always catch your thunder yawning.
Lift your mind into the dance.
Sweep the shadows from your awning.
Shrink the fourfold circumstance
that lies outside this house.
Don't pass it by.

Higher worlds that you uncover
light the path you want to roam.
You compare them and discover
you won't need a shell of foam.
Twice born gypsies care and keep
the nowhere of their former home.
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.
You think you can't, you wish you could.
I know you can, I wish you would.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

Four and twenty birds of Maya
baked into an atom you:
polarized into existence,
magnet heart from red to blue.
To such extent the realm of dark
within the picture it seems true,
but slip inside this house and then decide.

All your lightning waits inside you.
Travel it along your spine.
Seven stars receive your visit.
Seven seals remain divine:
seven churches filled with spirit,
treasure from the angels' mine.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by
The space you make has your own laws.
No longer human gods are cause.
The center of this house will never die.
There is no season when you are grown.
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown.
There is no reason to rise alone.
Other stories given have sages of their own.
Draw from the well of unchanging.
And its union nourishes on
in the right rearranging
till the last confusion is gone.
Water-brothers trust in the ultimust
of the always singing song they pass along.

One-eyed men aren't really reigning.
They just march in place until
two-eyed men with mystery training
finally feel the power fill.
Three-eyed men are not complaining.
They can yo-yo where they will.
They slip inside this house as you pass by.
Don't pass it by.

MA Please...elaborate. You have my attention.

13th Floor Elevators were truly the first psychedelic band, promoting the use of '___', particularly the jug player Tommy Hall who was a friend of Leary's.

They were not CIA agents, but I am sure some agents knew them very very well indeed.

Roky Erickson was institutionalized for quite some time, he became very delusional as a result, most of his solo work was about aliens and monsters and UFOs, and he now lives in Austin, with a trust fund set up for his upkeep.

I'm just giving the thing some context. I wasn't there at the time but the music sure was better than the trash circulating today.

The music was the only true legacy (& a worthy legacy at that) however there was a government conspiracy and I believe it could be uncovered, in part, which may lead to answers on today

1962 movie about the experimentation....a re-make is being done right now.
Should be in theatres this coming summer

MKUltra...some simple searches (including through threads here at ATS), should provide quite a lot of info....