Back home in Indiana, after my 11-day blitz trip to, during, and from the UFOMegaCon (see three recent posts), I just barely begin to regrasp the horror that infects us worldwide. UFO buddy Joan thinks my attitude too conspiratorial, especially after I mentioned to her on our final day in Laughlin Nevada that I’d heard that the CIA masterminded the ’60s revolution. But wouldn’tcha know, I came upon this just this morning, a review by Robert David Steele, no slouch himself, his review of Daniel Estulin’s new book.

REVIEW: Havistock Institute: Social Engineering the Masses, by Daniel Estulin

What unnerves me most about just noticing the title of Estulin’s book, is that my hero, back in the ’60s and early ’70s, was R.D. Laing, a psychiatrist, who in his early days, was associated with the Havistock Institute.

R.D. Laing: Was the Counterculture’s Favorite Psychiatrist A Dangerous Renegade or a True Visionary?

Reading over the above — fairly balanced! — article, I remember why I was so enamoured: Laing’s views that 1) “mental patients” are to be listened to for their own truth, rather than mindlessly medicated into oblivion, and 2) that “psychosis” in individuals was often the result of earlier “psychosis” in family systems. Plus, he advocated self-healing, which I eventually did, working long and hard on myself to become aware in the present moment, over and over and over again, year after year, to the point where I began to notice my own behavioral patterns and consciously decide to change them.

But did I unwittingly, while trying like hell to become conscious, to actually wake up, instead inadvertently trade one mind-controlled reality (Roman Catholicism) for another (Feminism)?

What am I to make of the idea that the CIA engineered the ’60s? That, Steele says, this book claims, the CIA distributed 24,000 tabs of LSD to Woodstock revelers?

Even without reading the book, you might just check this out:

And then ask yourself, am I truly free?

As an alt-epistemologist, I ask myself to keep my mind open, to be continuously opening to whatever, and that includes letting go of old shiboleths whenever and wherever they appear.