The Brotherhood Of Eternal Love
BEL History Archives
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Hunter Thompson wrote, "History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of 'history' it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened."
This they tell, and whether it happened so or not I do not know;
but if you think about it, you can see that it is true. --Black Elk
Bobby BEL
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We moved to Saratoga when my Dad remarried Connie O’Leary when I was in the 2nd grade after being in foster homes for 3 years after my Mom Split to Organ with the logger Morgan. Connie's sister Beverly Locicicro and her husband Richard lived there and His family owned all the Orchards from Saratoga to Mt. View.
We had a Hunting lodge in Morgan Hill in 5000 acres of BLM property, they Built the Saratoga Lanes Bowling Ally for us. They own Seaside Corp at the Boardwalk with the Capone’s.
Uncle Richard and Mel Machado owned the Saratoga Drug Store with a Soda Fountain.
Gee Aunty Bev and Uncle Richard had every kind of drug in their bathroom wow .
We used to play music in 65 at the Brass Knocker down the street later, with Paul The Duck Ziegler, Les Morgan, Buddy Holly, Ken Randal, Pat Simmons, Jorma and others.
My first real Girlfriend, Linda Metaxas lived next door to my Aunt Beverly and Uncle Richard Locicicro. Aunty Bevs gardener died and she gave me his cottage in the back of the House
. I enrolled in West Valley Collage J.C. and Tommy T. brought some LSD up to Los Gatos in 65. Lil Bill and Virgie were visiting from Beal Air force Base by Marysville. We all dropped some acid and were tripping. Virgie started freaking out so Linda gave her a ride in the car to calm her down. A while later Linda came back and told us Virgie had gotten out of the car on the freeway. We were all freaking and up drives a police man with Virgie. The policeman said Jesus was looking for her, she was hiding behind a bush on the freeway.
LSD was legal then. The policeman wanted to go inside to take the report. Buddy told him "no way". I could see him starting to get upset so I told him, "sure come on in would you like a coke or something to drink?" That calmed him right down so we went inside. The house was upside down, peanut and jelly sandwiches thrown on the wall and stuck there. There was a shoe box full of weed in the assortment of debris we turned the house into.
He did his report and left. Ken R. and Don S. left with the LSD and ran into the woods. We lived in the mountains on Sheldon rd.in Los Gatos. Ken told us he could not find it after the cops came. J.C. wanted to kick his ass but I told him he probably lost it. Ken had found the LSD and passed it around the Magic Mountains later.
We made the front page again for the San Jose Mercury for ‘Boy Girl Dope Party’.
Then Life magazine sent a reporter to interview us about LSD. We told them about self realization and a very spiritual trip we experienced while tripping. You can see the air, the sand, the ocean breathing like one cell, one singular moment attached to billions of universes then our world was a piece of sand on someone's leg at the beach.
My Neighbor was the football coach at San Jose State Collage and had told my aunty Bev about the Sheldon Rd. house we rented. He came by a few days later. “You Made the Papers” then told me he and some friends have been taking LSD at Esalen in Big Sir for a few years now. Wow, we thought we were the first ones to experience self realization. Just goes to show you how we own the world when we are young.
Freddy and I decided to buy a lb. of some pot in Anaheim, so we went down to the San Jose freight yards. We walked to a line office and asked when the next freight was leaving to Los Angeles. He pointed to a train moving south and said that one. We jumped on a flatbed car into the back of some new pickup truck. Freddy Ray had his guitar and I had my harmonica and started jamming along.
As we were cruzin by Hwy 101 the folks in the cars were waving to us and we waved back having a great time. We pulled into Castroville and stopped. I noticed two guys walking along the train looking all around. “Freddy let’s sit up here so they don’t think we are ripping off anything.” Freddy said “No lets hide duck down.” No way man; we had permission to ride this train. We are not doing anything wrong.
They were railroad detectives and arrested us for trespassing, because some big wig railroad director was riding the train and wanted to know what everyone was waving at. I kept telling them we had permission.
The “Ackerly Tunnel Express” on the front page of the San Jose Mercury described our little quest along 101. Oh boy. My family was well known in San Jose area and they had a good laugh, gave us informal probation for trespassing. I told them I had permission, I asked the man? What’s up? Where is the Justice here?
After Sheldon Rd. we had the band "Morning Rain" play at a party at our house in Saratoga and, Gary C. and Paty, and Judy B. were up visiting from Anaheim. The Chockalott Watchband came by to check out David A. the singer. He was in my science and dramas class at West Valley.
We turned on people to DMT and pot in a closet painted psychedelic with flying saucers. Flow was the only one of the Chockalott Watchband that turned on that night. I was in my bed with Judy Boston and Linda showed up. Oh Boy, end of relationship. Judy came up with Gary and Jayne. I knew her from Anaheim.
I saw a Vision during one of our acid trips that told me to go to Mexico to surf and left in my Woody with Tommy T, Joe Hazlet and John Lochay. The busts came down in Anaheim while we were gone.
Tripping was in; the universe was One.
