July 25th, 1967

Rachel & I go to see Blow-Up. Then we walk Haight Street & go home.

Susan has guy named Fred there. Practices Subud, was a Muslim last year. Red beard, straight haircut, holds fingers like priest with host when he’s talking.

"I can transmit psychic-physical vibrations," he claims.

He doesn't stop talking for 2 hours, saying very basic things in long drawn-out manner like he’s a guru or something.

Tells us about animal & vegetable levels, organic foods, how rose-stem apples have most vitamin C, that vitamins offset bacteria. Reasons for cancer & disease are toxins, which can be eliminated by detoxing foods. Talks about his vitamin B-1 trip, his practice of Lanila & meditation, the bad effects of pot.

When Rachel asks if anybody wants to smoke pot, he snaps back:

"Hey, have you got some green?"

"Sure, can we use your pipe?" she asks.

He carries small wooden pipe, says the pot can't hurt his pipe, only bothers him. He smokes with us, starts vibrating to Ravi Shankar.

Then he goes into Susan’s bedroom, says he takes trips in bed. Susie doesn't follow him.

I go in & tell him he's taking trip in wrong bed. He comes back, says his Lanila is taking over.

Finally Susan looks at her watch & says she has to go to bed.

Rachel & I go to bed, leave him alone in the living room. We start shaking the bed like we're making love. He still doesn’t leave.

When Rachel goes back into living room, he says, "I've got Subud, but I don't have any friends."

He finally leaves; the three of us make pancakes around four in the morning.

Susan: "I don't care if it's Subud, Buddhism or what—they all want the same thing."

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