Orange Sunshine
This photo was taken a couple years back. I’ve been working on a book for the last few years on a closer look into some of the larger characters of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love. This is Nick Sand who was one of the main chemist in the group that helped create the infamous Orange Sunshine LSD. He produced over 3.6 million hits of LSD and was caught with the biggest lab in the world .He went into hiding for about 20 years. After about 6 months of searching I found him and we began writing. It took another 4 months for him to trust me enough and one evening I flew up north to hang out and interview him. We sat around the whole day talking about his experiences and his childhood and how different the world worked when he was a kid.
Sand told me how when he was about 16 his dad was working as a chemist for the government developing nuclear weapons and how he had this amazing lab in his basement where Sand could experiment. He and his friends would sit around and experiment and eventually developed LSD that they began shooting up. At the time there were about 15-25 people in the US that were doing this. He told me that one day Aldous Huxley came to lecture at his college and that there were only about 10 kids that showed up to listen. After the lecture Sand asked Huxley to come to his house to see what him and his friends have been working on. While Huxley was reluctant at first he finally agreed to check it out and couldn’t believe was he was seeing when he got there . Only a handful of people in the world were experimenting with this at the time. Sand was onto something incredible and they all tested out his new LSD concoction. He also told me that while Huxley was there Sands mom came downstairs with sandwiches for everyone while they were all “Turning On”
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Man you just seem to be on this amazing path of inspiration. I am really glad that you are writing on your blog more. You photography is beautiful and your subjects are just what I need to be exposed to. Thanks Daniel.
thanks jonathan. much appreciated !
Hi Daniel. Holy s#17, you’ve met the legendary Nick Sand. I always wanted to talk to him since 2007 when I stayed in Cloverdale CA at a place mentioned in Tendler & May’s BOEL.
If only I had a dollar for every time I came to childrenoftheearth.wordpress.com.. Superb read.
So I can’t just contact Nick? My son is named Nicholas. My writing seems disjointed. I am not very well. I fell on the concrete today anyway.
What’s my point? Well, I have a chem degree (UCSD 1984), but I am not “22 in 1984″. I had a little detour. That Orange Sunshine of 1969, was this by chance barrel-shaped, because if it was, when I took it (aged 17, 1969, November), it turned out to be the strongest thing ever. I bought two. For a second I considered downing them both. Oh, God am I glad I didn’t. So, how does the chemist decide on these dosages? Were they kind of proseletizing at the same time? I mean, they sort of wanted the product to make a social impact. It wasn’t user-friendly and I freaked out. It was what, 370 mics? I have read that later incarnations of the drug chemist were not so hostile as, say, Owsley (I’ve emailed him) once you get to the 1990s, and they settled on c. 200 mu-grams then.
I don’t know if anybody using lysergic acid monohydrate in reality fulfills the ultimate in chemical knowledge, but, what do I know. That precursor seems almost all the way there. I write a blog called ‘How to Make Methamphetamine’ all the time but I am not always focused in on the titled topic. I’m a known convict; you can find the news at OC Register.
I don’t know. What is this, fifty years now? What do we know? What is the summit of man’s knowledge and the depth of his fears (Twilight Zone)? About acid; where it took everybody (I can’t make a complete sentence out of this).
One thing: just prior to my schizophrenia in 1970 I took a drug with no name that could be snorted, out of a gel capsule, with sugar-size granules, kind of a friable powder, in Fullerton, with a warm-bath, secure kind of body high to it. How do I research what that might have been?
Aw, you’re not listening to Sand when he says “how the world worked”. What chemists mean and what ordinary people mean are two different things (as I look up to see who you, “Daniel” are); read something. Chemists talking chemistry is pretty rare, brother. I like things that smell good. Piperonal is funny, like a vanilla and less like a root beer, but I mean the air at night on a golf course or I guess a field of alfalfa, not just a concentrated essential oil in a brown bottle with “carcinogen” on the label.
I prepared the substance and refer to it as a hit, or I hit my stapler with my fist and set off an earthquake right then (Whittier, e.g. Whittier Narrows quake, 1987), but, as far as Frisco what do I care if there’s a quake? It’d have to be too big to get me, so write me back or you’ll get one, son.
A notice of a new comment appeared in my inbox, that’s why I’m here.
I still deal with psychiatrists to this day, forty-one years later. My demands to them are along the lines of more grounds privileges, or a discharge from this mental hospital.
When I go over my plight in my mind, it makes me angry and uncool, seemingly, to the hippies, when I get back to them (all I need them for is the drugs). My friends are friends with each other, too. They can always band together to wipe out some scourge like me, despite their peace-and-love BS.
That’s right. Why are you elevating a person like Nicholas Sand? I don’t agree. When he was 16, wasn’t I 10? Ten years old. Do you think it is okay to unleash this acid on a person that young? They say LSD melts in your mind. They have an ulterior motive. They want you to go with the flow, as they gloss over some glaring tragic consequences that can happen. Notice the mind is not real. Real things can’t do real things in a fictitious conceptualization, the mind.
It depends on your point of view, how you view things as funny or sad. You got that right. They said they “made it too stony”, the Orange Sunshine. No, they poisoned me. Me, not you. Not a single reader here took it, so don’t you imagine that you can glorify it and sanctify it with impunity.
Damn you! I still have to go argue with another shrink over my freedom.
I don’t believe for a minute that anybody made acid in that little narrow canyon, Laguna Canyon Road. I think they made it approximately where it was made for Haight-Ashbury. What they did down South is called a “tabbing party”. I mean, look: They made it too strong. “Too”. Not just right. Do you think out of all the laboratory operations from ergotamine tartrate onward that the rest just went real smooth and quiet? Was a fully functional laboratory ever found, with a court case and list of items? I doubt it. The very idea is ludicrous. Nobody trusted anybody from LA, come on. With one trip south enough bulk LSD could be shipped in the trunk of a car that it would not be used up yet.
These criminals hide for a reason. If I ever see NS, I am subject to spit in his face, club him in the ear, kick him in the shins, and all the while give him a piece of my mind.
The Brotherhood of Eternal Love, …well, you can smell the hypocrisy from the name itself. The OC is a hotbed of repressive, reactionary, war-criminal, Presidential thought. It is not a place for hippies, being a hippy there was guaranteed misery. I couldn’t go to meet them. I didn’t know they were there. Some guys just came back with brown hash for $90 an ounce. You had to be paranoid, nobody could trust anybody, and they tried to keep their connects to themselves, in typical OC fashion. You can’t take the stench of the OC off. The whole time, you can take the boy out of the OC,…
I’d like to find these Brotherhood characters and tear off their love beads, point out the major flaws in their rationale, taking it up a notch by loading the dose. Actually trying to kill the children of the rich. You are dabbling in a non-reformable precinct, about the scum of the earth, and stirring it up as if you are going to rewrite history, and now bad is good, eh? I am simply amazed reading these lies.
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sbillinghurst you are brilliant. Please keep writing .
Thank you, Flower Children of the Earth. I worry that what I have written is not rational. It happens daily, and, I would have a hard time defending it. It’s better not to display the fall into a mental vortex of emotions. The emotions surface in a person when he or she gets upset. You can’t tell what people think normally. This idea that a thick acrylic block reality may be ablated to reveal the fossils from conceptual worlds such as heaven through the limbic system is found thereafter in the song by Journey, with this feelings-transformed-into-concrete of a literal street.
We took the original references from songs, say, “Eight Miles High”, with, “signs in the street” …what do you mean, clarify. Is that “sign”, like an indian tracker uses sign in the forest to track a buffalo? It goes, no; these are the ones “that say where you’re going”. Okay, gotcha, but, I am losing the thread of what these metal signs have to do with being on acid. Okay, goes the song, “Are somehwere just being their own.” Are they being secure within their own skins being their own? Did you mean “beating their own”? I beat my own brother, he’s a punk. After thirty or forty years, I conclude that these signs are being their own SIGNS. A thing without a mind is making up its own mind about what it means. O-kay.
But acid, I mean, is only one of the words in a sentence. The actual material is similar to other pharmaceuticals. Luckily, it has a duration of action and does not turn you upside down to hear you scream permanently (some kid on a playground just screamed).
Obviously, there is no “surface” as such through which emotions protrude. If there were, the only emotion which legitimately surfaces is anger, which I choose to call snivelling. Nick Sand is visible in another video narrated by Peter Coyote, so, since I read CHILDREN OF THE EARTH first, then I seen that, I schizophrenically construct a dialog. I spoke in the middle sandwiched by two comments about Nick Sand, and, I am a big Nick Sand fan now. I could see him being amused by the dosage question, and not completing the multiplication, alike unto not kissing and telling, but do the math yourself. It’s 1.4 billion doses. This is known as ‘not fronting off the DEA.’
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night.
heaven must have found emotion
So, that’s the actual of, “Don’t Stop Believin”, by Journey. Okay so, I see that LIVING is used to construct the imaginary space, not HEAVEN. Kicks just keep getting harder to find. Oh. I thought ‘Heaven must have found emotion’. My bad. Isn’t it really what it says? It says “emo-shine”. Yeah, and I know that if you microscopically examine something, all you get are little pieces. I wanted to break the laws of physics and levitate above the ground with my powerful drugs.
Things aren’t what they say; they’re just being their own problem. Hmmm. If I do have a complicated physical law, can’t I use something I do not understand to explain it? It doesn’t help to see it. It just looks like pink and green sprockets, and, they are coming after me.