Aio, quantitas magna Kool-Aidum est

early days of KoolAid, as rendered by Hammond Guthrie:

Forty or fifty brightly dressed people wandered or clawed their way around the room’s liquid-like lighting, scaffolding was everywhere and an unused set of trap drums sat silently in the shadows without its skins. I walked through a blinding wall of nearly aluminum light and came to a green door marked: “Quiet Baby Sleeping!” and on the other side several people were gleefully bending over a wash tub dipping sugar cubes and little paper cups. Beside them was a card table with a large supply of cups and cubes next to a colorful little sign that read: “Take One or Too Many.” Erring on the of side of safety, I went back into the arena, where Chip was nowhere to be seen. Decades later I found him curled up under a card table peering through a piece of green glass. Intrepid Trips indeed!

When I again looked at my watch, it was 10 p.m.

Chip and I had been inside for three hours and the band was still playing “In The Midnight Hour.” The strobe-lit distractions of Lady Godiva’s silken hair passed in front of my face forever as I merged atop some of the scaffolding. There I found the overhead projectors, and joined the finger painters, smearing oil and colored goop onto pieces of convex glass which threw a prismatic liquid across the room’s ceilings and floors - while down scaffolding film loops roamed the ill-defined space like cinematic-flies soaring through an ageless atmosphere. The band finally stopped playing but the serial track continued with a reverberating voice that announced:

“The Police Are Coming In The Door and There Is No Paranoia!”

(And then faster) -

“ThePoliceAreComingInTheDoorandThereIsNoParanoia!”

(And then much slower) -

“T.h.e..P.o.l.i.c.e..A.r.e..C.o.m.i.n.g..I.n..T.h.e D.o.o.r..a.n.d..T.h.e.r.e..I.s..N.o..P.a.r.a.n.o.i.a!”

I have no idea if “The Police” ever came in the door but there certainly wasn’t any “Paranoia.”

There was a most frenetic man in what I imagined to be his late thirties, dressed in neon orange and yellow stripes, with flaming red hair, a pointed red mustache and an equally stunning Vandyke beard. He was dervishing away uninhibitedly with an stunningly beautiful woman, who wore an elegant floor length mink coat with nothing but lace pantied bare skin under the expensive pelts - oblivious to the astounding atmosphere surrounding them, they disappeared - replaced by the rapid-fire voice of a handsome man in torn white t-shirt remains who sat on the floor rhythmically beating on a wine bottle - taunting and challenging the air with the refrain:

“IndecipherablesEverywhere!” he screamed.

This is a hugely accurate report of the process in so many ways. The washtub filled with THE KoolAid. So we have come through a 40 year cycle, and trolls from the right, and bilious defenders of the left, berate one another for having been partaking of THE KoolAid whilst they express their views. I am never sure how they think the reader will understand the use of the analogy, given that so few people really were ever there to participate in the rituals. Indecipherables everywhere indeed. This may be the biggest one of all. So, let's cut to the chase, Jim Jones passed out cyanide laced koolaid/tang/High C mixtures to kill his flock of sheep. If a troll posts that a person has had too much of THE KoolAid then they certainly can't be referentially symbolizing this event horizon. That leaves the one above as the sole referent. Well, given that the total possible number of actual KoolAid drinkers was not over a thousand, and that subsequent to that the most who may have consumed the core constituent product of THE KoolAid would have been around 10,000 prior to the time it was made illegal, then that leaves millions and millions of folk who never partook and never will partake, and can never know what THE KoolAid means. Even that two to three million who have experienced the active molecular ingredient since then, have only barely tasted its power and beauty. Thus it is highly unlikely that anyone of those who read a post that suggests that someone who has had too much of THE KoolAid, knows absolutely nothing about it whatsoever. So why do these idiots keep mentioning it.

THE KoolAid, and the other forms of the Molecule, were an amazing reality shattering conscious enriching experience. One was forced to surrender to the whole of the universe, and in doing so recrafted a new relationship between the spiritual realms and the mind worlds. These did not lead to craziness and insanity, but rather to some of the most substantial earth sustaining, life enhancing, creative manifestations to have ever been realized by humans on the earth. In no way whatsoever was taking too much of THE KoolAid a bad thing.