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Rebellious Aliens From the Summer of Love  I have never fit into the "norm" I lamented over it in my years for a second or two. That didn't ever last, thank goodness. However, at times, being an original Flower born in te Summer of Love, has been a lonely journey. I meet fellow misfits along the way easily, feeling their energy in a crowd. Albeit, I am somewhat a loner, by nature. Being a rare bloodtype linked now to conspiracies of lizard people with alien ancestors seems viable. Being born to Hippie parents, solidified it from the start of my existence. It reminds me of the book, Stranger in a Strange Land. I remember home being a macrobiotic friendly, comfortable environment looking like a page out of Pier1 catalogue, smelling of patcfhouli and sandlewood incense mixed with vanilla candles. Or the occasional burst of Joy perfume would fill the air, as mom wisked by in flowing clothes. The JOB papers posters gracing the walls beside of works of Monet, Vargas, and some artist friends of my folks, always gave me a sense of California style, rather than North Carolina tradition. My father taught me to appreciate Jazz, Blues, Rock,and Classical music equally. Music became my escape from the realm of judgment by uptight southerners. But, when he played the sounds of Humpback whales album at Halloween , those haunting sounds made sure no one to come to our door. We had dancing to Ravi Shankar with scarves and riding trail bikes into the mountains to find waterfalls, to occupy our time. We had no time for neighborhood socials, with people we didn't really like anyway. sharing some noodle salad concoction. No, we were grocery shopping for wheat germ, dried apricots, and fresh ground peanut butter at the health food store instead of Captain Crunch or Tang at Piggly Wiggly. We weren't wearing Foster Grants. John Lennon spectacles were our choice. We weren't driving a station wagon, we had a used hearse with peace signs on the doors. While they went to PTA meetings and played sports, we were marching for civil rights and against invasions of countries While other parents were listening to Barry Manilow and Frankie Valli on their entertainment center turntable. we were listening to The Beatles, CSNY, Led Zeppelin and Cat Stevens on our Pioneer HiFi while mom's friends passed around the lazy susan piled high with white powder. It was no big shocker that I was different than all my peers. An alien in a sea, adrift in a sea of blissfully ignorant sheeple. It's hard not to pontificate at times on whether being blissfully ignorant is preferable. Because, when you know real people and deal with them on an open level, you find Leave it to Beaver societal norms stifling. I will forever be grateful for my parents being rebellious and teaching me to open my mind.and question what is expected. I'll take being the rebellious alien any day  Song for this post What Is and What Should Never Be - Led Zeppelin |
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And if I say to you tomorrow Take my hand, child come with me It's to a castle I will take you Where what's to be, they say will be Catch the wind, see us spin Sail away leave today Way up high in the sky, hey, whoa But the wind won't blow You really shouldn't go It only goes to show That you will be mine By takin' our time, ooh And if you say to me tomorrow Oh what fun it all would be Then what's to stop us, pretty baby But what is and what should never be Catch the wind, see us spin Sail away, leave today Way up high in the sky, hey whoa But the wind won't blow You really shouldn't go Only goes to show That you will be mine By takin' our time, ooh So if you wake up with the sunrise And all your dreams are still as new And happiness is what you need so bad Girl, the answer lies with you, yeah Catch the wind, see us spin Sail away, leave today Way up high in the sky, hey whoa But the wind won't blow You really shouldn't go Only goes to show That you will be mine By takin' our time, ooh Hey, oh Oh the wind won't blow and we really shouldn't go And it only goes to show-ow-ow Catch the wind, we're gonna see it spin We're gonna sail, little girl Do do do, bop bop a do-oh My my my my my my my yeah Everybody I know seems to know me well But does anybody know I'm gonna move like hell Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, Lord Baby, baby, baby, oh, right now, yeah No, no, no, no, no, come on, now
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Oh oh! the alien is back we would say...have a nice summer my friend
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My upbring and life has been the exact opposite of yours but here we are together.....go figure 
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