ben harris left chuck wein right
After a barroom brawl, where I was asserting my birthright to be an asshole, Barry, Chucks buddy, associate director, arrived late, to take me to the makeshift girls college dorm, where we would all be housed. My room came with a cot, some veggie food, and some MAUI WOWEE,AND and first PUNA BUTTER, this is as close to peyote, pot can get. I got to share this delicasy with 3 of the coolest world champion surfers,cool to say the least,they told me at 10 am,my first morning on the isle, about the saucers, that fly along with,and right up close in front of them and wave.
I thought sure,sure,pass the joint,academically i was fascinated but couldn't truly own it in good faith
The next morning I awoke to four world champion surfers, one of which, Paul Gabower, a Capricorn, Libra rising, living up in the highest crater, halilakula, where there now is an observatory, on stolen papayas and l.S.D.25, along with his yoga manuals, to keep him company
. I liked him, from him, I actually opened my heart chakra, in fast motion.
Leslie Potts on the other hand, a triple Scorpio, who indeed was a beautiful soul, came to me one sunny afternoon, as if they weren’t all sunny and divine, while we were watching the daily rushes from the Hendrix flick we were all working on , for fun , mostly, and said “Ben do you still want to see a flying saucer up close? I said of course expecting to be handed one of the brotherhoods primo spliffs, instead, he walked me twenty yards or so around a little hill, near the chapel, where they were reviewing the video rushes.
I couldn’t fucq'n believe my eyes, there it was, a classic textbook pearl model UFO, right in front of me, not more than 20 feet, and I could see in the beveled as in mirror oval window, a small manlike critter, 4 feet or so tall, human face ,wearing a baseball like hat, with a rear flap, like the French foreign legion hat .It[ the ufo] was about 15 feet or so tall, the window was 4 or 5 feet tall, and 5 feet wide.Underneath the window was a spotlight, 2-3 foot wide sending out colored light, that both stopped, and ended in space, almost like liquid ,it would emit a new color, sometimes it would be a color I HAD NEVER SEEN, then continue on to a rock or a tree. I got brave and walked closer,within about 10 feet or so I could see the alien, very busy with dials, and never seemed to notice me, or the 30 or so that had come to see.
That night the older boozitup film crew got really shaken, when several larger ships lowered extremely close to the college complex we rented for the summer, to shoot this very last Hendrix movie.
By the way, Hendrix went with Chuck Wein ,Warhol's young genius filmmaker, to the desert overnight.
In the middle of the night, a saucer dropped down to a few feet away of jimi and chuck chatting in their sleeping bags, Hendrix was totally blown away, sold. The next day chuck dived into my metaphysical store, with a check for I million dollars, ironically enough, whilst my old tin man neighbor friend stuart, was lecturing me,fatherly, on how to do business.
OH how that worm turns,when he saw that check for a million dollars ,I added salt to the leo ego wound of, "guess im doing something right" love love it.
,Stuart went on to his version
of success ,Shoe factory,retail store hungtington beach,voluptuous likable wife ,nice house across the road from the polo
lounge, god bless Stuart I love him
