candle light ritual

Upon the day of her departure

to another continent

for a month ~

i write ~


~ in order to make the distance ~
in order  to make the time 
 ~ more bearable ~
I light a candle 
to remind me that 
We are connected ~
( the Rolling Stones ‘ the Lantern ‘ )  
” so please carry the lantern high ~ “
‘ Jyota Se Jyota ‘
devotional chanting prayer,
from Siddha Yoga Meditation ~ 
” . . . kindle my hearts flame with thine . . .   ‘ oh Sadguru ~ Let thy flame ignite the flame of my heart ‘
” Keep Your Lamps
Trimmed and Burnin “
traditional blues song as performed LIVE by Hot Tuna  
” mother,  father,  sister,  brother  ~ don’t you stop prayin ‘ “

Now i remember ~ connecting the dots ~ My relationship with Melinda Bruno – Smith

Yes ~ we realized back in 1995 after watching the film , ‘ The Little Buddha’ that we had been incarnated @ the time of the first Buddha ( Gautama ) in India and had known each other as friends ~ we were part of a wealthy affluent society @ the time. We could not help but notice the increasing interest in the teachings of the Buddha and those who chose to travel upon  the path he showed as the way to enlightenment.  I do not believe that we ‘followed’ the Buddha’s teachings but we knew them in our hearts and to some extent understood them within our minds as expressed by our own personal dharma in daily life. The buzz around the Buddha’s satsang was reverentially devotional to a high degree and we had sparkles in our eyes and smiles upon our faces before during and after attending ~ a  feeling and perceiving of  a kind of non~ dual wisdom awareness initiation.   We were very good friends in that life.

There was yet another lifetime that I knew her in .   I remember that Now too.   It is more like ‘on another plane of existence’ rather than a discreet human lifetime.

In 1978, Caroline and I were in Maine camping out on a private nature preserve owned by the ‘Saint John’ family near Bath, Maine where our friend, Gunjan also had a yoga studio and produced her wearable weaved clothing and shawls.

On a perfect September day ~ we held a ceremony involving communion with ‘Mescalito’ ~ the deity of the peyote cactus, one living, healthy specimen of which we had brought with us for this purpose.

Mescalito revealed to me, in the perfect golden sunlight of that forever never ending afternoon that ‘this’ was not ‘what it was like back in ancient Egypt’ ~ instead ‘this’ was ‘ancient Egypt’ in terms of the state of consciousness that I was experiencing. I gazed towards the sun in that infinite blue sky as monarch butterflies sailed around me. I had a feeling ~ and then a vision ~ of a woman with deep dark eyes who’s look was connecting to me. Soul to soul.

Who was she ? ~

I called her ’Isis’.

Years later, in 1992 when I was in my office @ the Multicultural Arts Center in East Cambridge, Massachusetts, holding down the roles of both facility manager and producer ~ she walked into my office again. We smiled. I knew that she was very cool and I sensed that it would be a huge blunder not to be open to being her friend as well as working together professionally.  She was on the Board of Trustees of the Newtowne Courts Art Center of the Newtowne Courts housing project near Polaroid corporate HQ. I had been briefed by the board @ CMAC that I was to give them the ‘best deal’ possible for a fundraising event that they were undertaking.   It was a wonderful success and produced a lot of money and good will.

A couple of years later I was ‘out’ of CMAC and I wanted to follow thru on a proposal to show the film ‘Amazona’ about what was happening to the rainforests of Brazil. We connected with our mutual friend, Jon Sachs who ran the Media Center @ the time and we premiered the film @ the Brattle Theater near Harvard Square in Cambridge.  In the planning process I visited Melinda’s lovely apartment in Newton Corner, near the Charles River.

There was a painting of her there.

It reveals the power and beauty of the woman who she is in this lifetime.

She is wearing earrings in  the painting.

The ear rings are in the form of Isis, with her wings extended.

Soon we began to put into action a weekly seasonal plan that got us to go to the beach every Saturday, as many as possible, from June thru September ~ up on the North Shore of Boston, Cape Ann ~ most often we ended up @ ‘Singing Beach’ in lovely Manchester by the Sea.  We always got there after 2 PM, relaxed, did yoga circa 4 PM as the sun was going down, we then ritually adjourned to a bistro near the train station half a mile away where we had seafood and my favorite drink of the latter 20th century ; the margarita.   We did this from approximately 1996 until 2003, 7 years.

In early November of 2010, we resolved to meet @ Whole Foods Fresh Pond Cambridge and take one of our seasonal walks around the Fresh Pond reservation.   It was raining   We decided on tea and lunch@ the WF café instead.   When she insisted on buying me lunch and ALSO something to get for dinner later,  I experienced yet another revelation about who we were before.

In a recent lifetime, I was an orphan who lived pretty much in the streets of New York City.   I recognized her that day as a stately Italian woman who lived in Brooklyn during that same lifetime as I ~   late 19th century, waves of Italian immigrants coming into the USA and the metropolitan New York area to make a new life here.  She would often show me kindness and made sure that I had enough to eat, could bathe and take rest @ her home.

I declined her offer to buy my dinner for later that night.  Instead I went to the Golden Temple and had scallops with shitake mushrooms preceded by a martini made with organic blueberry puree.


Ray Iasiello

Certified Hatha Yoga Teacher

Certified Resonance Repatterning™ Practitioner


My Relationship with Lucia Misa

In late Winter,1992 ~ I was on a bus on the elevated expressway portion of I- 93 South ~ the ‘Green Monster’ that traversed the North End, Harbor and the Financial District of Boston before the Big Dig submerged the highway and the Rose Kennedy Greenway was planted.

I had been living in mystical Marblehead way up and ‘out east’ on the North Shore since 1988 and it was no longer proving to be workable ~having an early morning job teaching yoga @ the Boston Harbor Hotel, still being the general manager and main producer @ Cambridge Multicultural Arts Center in East Cambridge ~
and feeling that my need for the solitude of my 4 + years-long retreat to the North was waning…

I had been praying to and asking MahaLakshmi ~ the Goddess of Wealth and Abundance, to help me to manifest a place in town that I could live and work in.
That very morning on the bus, internally singing her chant ‘Mahalakshmi Stotram’ ~ a practice that I performed consistently every day since the the first of Spring 1986 when Gurumayi had sent the text and music to the Boston Ashram in Chestnut Hill, telling our community of Boston area devotees to practice this chant,
I had just asked mother Lakshmi to please help me.

As the bus sped by I saw a sign on the brick building near the end of Broad Street ~ ‘ thousands of square feet for rent’. Later that day in the damp misty March evening I took the ‘T’ to Government Center and walked down State, turned right onto Broad, past the disappeared location of ‘Cantones’ a small intimate and friendly punk rock dance club in the early 1980’s, and got the info from on a sign posted above the steel grate of the appliance store ‘Boston Ship Service’.

Soon I was living there ~ on a handshake and initially for $600.00 a month,
2,700 square feet on the 6th floor : walk up ( 147 steps from the street-level front door ) AND freight elevator with loading dock.
Featuring a kitchen, 1 & ½ half bathrooms, a curved brick wall, gas heat, rough hewn stone front walls beneath 2 working diagonal skylight windows, an abundance of of natural light , very expansive ‘rooms’ and internally connected spaces ~ enough for 2 bedrooms, office, library ,art studio, wardrobe and miscellaneous storage, access to the roof via a sturdy ladder in the attic that led to a hatch.
Yet Best and most significantly of All ~
that long room with the curved brick wall became my 800+ square foot yoga studio.

In those days I taught a Sunday morning class there that was attended faithfully by two women devotees, Ann Rahimi-Asa and ebony queen Cheryl Landy, a talented, gifted African-American woman who became a highly successful advertising genius who built an impressive portfolio of ‘maha’ advertising accounts for the Boston Globe in their heyday of the mid 1990’s. Cheryl was also very fond of ‘English’ culture and mannerisms in a non-uptight way. I believe her affinity for and identification with the English culture came from being strongly connected to a recent lifetime she spent incarnated in the form of a wealthy, happy and aware English woman.

In the initial months I had no refrigerator so I ate out a lot; ‘Pizzeria Regina and Pomodoro in the North End, Milk Street Café, the Sultan’s Kitchen and right across from my front door ‘Country Life Vegetarian Restaurant’.
After class one Sunday morning, I wandered over to Country Life to partake of the fabulous vegetarian brunch where you could get an actual vegan breakfast  along with a complete vegan Sunday dinner.
Reveling in my overall good fortune @ the time which was manifesting in that present moment as the ample and delicious vegetarian food I was enjoying, I noticed a young Asian family come in; sisters with their children a husband and a stately queen of an older woman who was obviously the matriarch of all of these beautiful offspring. They emitted the subtle yet brightly pleasant vibrational buzz of happy people ~ very uplifting. My eyes caught the sparkle of one of the elder woman’s daughters who had young children ~ a cute handsome boy and pretty girl with lovely Asian eyes noticeable even @ that young age. The mother daughter smiled. I did not ‘play it cool’ and pretend that I was not checking her out. In less than a minute we found ourselves looking @ each other rather steadily with a comfortably familiar yet uncanny thought-form: ‘ we can’t -place- who-is- this familiar-stranger !?! ’. She took the initiative and approached me; “ Don’t we know each other from somewhere ? “
I said; “Uh, maybe from another lifetime, or maybe somewhere in yoga “ She exclaimed “ Yes! That’s it ~ we both studied with Patricia Walden when she taught Iyengar Yoga @ the home of Victor Oppenheimer ! “ ( near Fresh Pond in Cambridge, 1983 and ’84 ).
“ Cool ~ that’s right “ I responded, very happy to be seeing her again. “ Ciay, when I last saw you it was in Wellfleet on the Cape when Patricia taught that weekend workshop and you came, probably 8 months pregnant dressed in white accompanied by that very handsome man with dark eyebrows and black hair wearing a white shirt.“ ( Her husband. who appeared to me @ that time, as a choir boy-graduate, then possessing another level of the awareness of reverence for his sacred experience with this beautiful woman who was carrying his child ).
“ Well, I still try to study with Patricia but it’s a challenge since she moved her studio and I have a job managing the Cambridge Multicultural Arts Center .” She smiled as she said to me “ Well, you should come and study where I study ~ with Barbara Benagh on Beacon Hill, Joy Street very close to here”.
I said I would do that and probably see her there. “ Thursday nights”; she said.

After I left the restaurant I went up to Washington Street to Woolworth’s which was still in existence in the building that now houses Marshall’s, H & M and one of my employers, The Boston Sports Club. As I walked back towards my expansive penthouse loft I reflected upon my previous relationship with Ciay. She demonstrated herself to be a very proficient and capable yogini @ Patricia’s classes. We rarely spoke ( maybe 2 times + very briefly ) over that 2 year period. I would regularly check out the way she did poses which, along with internally chanting the Siddha Yoga Mantra ‘Om Namah Shivaya’ proved to be very helpful and inspiring for my own study and learning.

As I approached the beautiful ‘front yard’ of the Financial District known as ‘Post Office Square Park’ on that moist, balmy afternoon I had yet another memory of knowing Ciay. We had been together before ~ in a place that was full of water and streaming currents, beautiful islands and dolphins and sea beings who all lived together in playful joyous harmony ~ it was Lemuria ~ an ancient place in the area now known as the South Pacific Ocean, tens of thousands of years before Atlantis. She was like Tinker Bell and I was like Peter Pan. We were delightfully close friends. We swam, explored and played together in this age and place until the Earth changes caused our severance from one another and Lemuria ‘went down’ causing all of her inhabitants to travel to other continents and develop along different evolutionary pathways. It was wonderful to remember this ecstatic high incarnation that we had shared and I was very happy to anticipate that we would again be friends in this present lifetime.

To invite me to study with Barbara ~ this was a ‘no-brainer’ ~ a brilliant piece of crucial information handed to me by Ciay. I was still feeling the importance of continuing my yoga studies compelled somewhat by my need to ‘be grounded’ as I still often experienced profound expansive surges of energy and perception relating to the evolution of my consciousness – now having been accelerated by travelling upon the path of Siddha Yoga Meditation ‘officially’ since 1983, May – for almost 10 years @ that time.

I had already met BB @ the first North American Iyengar Yoga Teacher’s Convention held in the Summer of 1986 @ Harvard University, coinciding with the ‘Harmonic Convergence’ ~ a timespan during which our planet, solar system and the Universe were supposedly shifting into a higher vibrational frequency forerunning the actual arrival of the New Age ( sometimes referred to as The Age of Aquarius, or Sat Yuga ~ the age of Truth) following the ultimate decline being brought about as the present age of the Kali Yuga imploded upon itself, all life forms and the soon to be revealed obsolete way of life on this planet.

Barbara had been assigned to teach a Forward Bends workshop on the top floor of the Malkin Athletic Facility ( where in 1994, I began to teach yoga in the Harvard University Recreation Program, still doing that to this present day ).
My primary memory of my 1st encounter with BB was being very focused on improving my forward bending asanas ~ and she telling everyone to stop their pose in her bright, pretty Southern drawl to come over to take a look @ how terrible my pose was. I didn’t mind this @ the time as long as it was about improving everyone’s pose, including mine. Ciay had assured me that Barbara no longer ridiculed her students ( an Iyengar type of teaching-thing, because most of his student teachers imitated ‘Guruji’s’ fierce and somewhat caustic manner of relating to students ). Ciay had conveyed to me, somewhat telepathically, that though BB’s approach was softer than the traditional Iyengar ‘method’; it was potently capable to help you go ’to your edge’ and ‘beyond your edge’ making accessible places of greater possibility’ in your experience of the practice of Hatha Yoga ~ which Barbara refers to as ‘meditation in motion’.

Within a month I started my 20 minute ‘by foot’ commute from Broad Street to Joy Street on Thursday afternoons to Barbara’s studio which was on the top floor of a community center known as the Hill House. The studio -room had a pyramidic shape which I believe enhanced the power of the shakti that accumulates when and where people practice yoga regularly. So the energy was noticeably good there. Because of a yoga teaching commitment, I began to come to the 6 PM class when Ciay also came to study. In November of 1993 that year Ciay invited me, Barbara and a few other students over to her home after class to celebrate her birthday. The Misa Volpe family then lived in a residence @ Upton Street in Boston’s South End. I remember that chilly Autumn night when Ciay first welcomed me into her home. I knew we were going to be good friends again.

After classes , we soon began to go out to dinner, attended a Christmas Carol vegan lunch @ Ann Wigmore’s Hippocrates Health Institute, then located on Commonwealth Avenue in the Back Bay which I found to be very ‘heart warming and welcoming’. We sometimes visited my former place of employment, the CMAC ~ where I was still treated like an honored guest, went swimming in Walden Pond, and a couple of times we found ourselves on the roof of my loft, watching movies late @ night with the Customs House Tower ( in its pre-Marrriot time-share days ) nearby, this scenario taking place beneath the cosmic presence of the urban full moon rising above the deep blue indigo of the North Atlantic. Also in the following Spring ,we saw Angelique Kidjo live @ the Roxy ( now called the Royale ) with Ciay’s friend, Johnnny, an AIDS survivor. It was like seeing that Motown had gone to Mali on the West African coast and had returned to America ~ excellent ecstatic dancing that night. Our attendance @ the concert was preceded by a dinner @ Addis Red Sea Ethiopian Restaurant on Tremont Street. We sometimes bicycled thru the city streets over to Buddha’s Delight in Chinatown and when BB was away, we would get together with Ali Righter and Lucy White and practice yoga in my loft, Ciay often encouraging us to make sounds as we took on the forms and shapes of our ‘asana friends’.

Come every Christmas mid- December, Ciay would return to her native land of the Phillipines ~ located in the geographical region of the South Pacific known to be part of the previous location of the civilization of Lemuria. On New Years Day of 1995 I was walking towards Cambridge Street towards the Joy Street studio bundled up in the face of sub zero winds and frozen ice to partake of a free yoga class that BB was offering that day. I was acutely aware that Ciay was present within me ~ we were connected on a very deep soul level ~ I saw her golden hued skin and short cropped black hair with it’s streaks of silver, I could feel her breathing within me and with me as I walked through the frozen hostile Boston architecture that seemed to have been unconsciously designed to make this city a place even more windy than Chicago with its great oceanic inland fresh water lake. I was clearly aware that Ciay was connecting her essence to a level of the mineral kingdom characterized by warm, active, solidified volcanic rock deep in the ocean and islands of the Philipines. I envisioned her skin glowing with sweat, heard the sweet whispering vibration of her breathing as she merged her essence with that aspect of the ‘earth element’, the volcanic oceanic realm of rocks that have been there since Lemuria flourished.

Ciay is skilled in her ability of being able to channel ‘prana’ . She knows about healing by sending the energy of the breath infused with ’love’ to different areas of the body and different levels of consciousness or ‘skandas’ as they are referred to in Shavite philosophy, which make up what is called a physically incarnate being which includes, but is not limited to the ‘human being’.
( Sometimes I think that species, ‘homo sapien’ might end up being aptly re-named ‘humanus extinctus’. )

In 1999, Ciay’s brother, Lito a creative entrepreneur had come to visit her in Boston and also to make contact with Coca Cola, presenting them with proposals about helping him to develop and market inventions he had created. Being enrolled in the certification program of Holographic Repatterning® @ that time, I gave Lito a complementary repatterning session one Sunday afternoon. I then prevailed upon my friend, JoAnn Rose, to give him a lift back to Dartmouth Street in the Back Bay so he could walk back to Upton Street for a family dinner. My friend Jo Ann wanted to know why I was so concerned and about my willingness to accommodate Ciay and her family members. Just before getting out of JRF’s car Lito turned to her and said : “ Jo Ann, you’ve got to understand that Ray and Ciay have been very good friends for a very long, long time“. Instant replay for me ~ of the visions of us swimming and playing together in the watery land of Lemuria expanded forth in my consciousness.

@ Ciay’s 50th birthday party I got notoriously drunk. I was bored, and had made the mistake of not inviting a sexy, lovely woman, Lisa whom I had just started to date. Much of the food was dairy–based except for the poached salmon, which went very fast. There was ample champagne and to top it off ~ deadly to me ~ a tequila-based birthday punch. I got a taxi home and sat in the parlour of my Winchester Street apartment where I practiced inner healing, accompanied by the ‘Raga Bhupali’ ( Blue Pearl ) version of the ‘Om Namah Shivaya’ mantra to remove the drunken frequencies from my energy system.
@ 8 AM, I got up and bathed, then went to teach my 11 AM yoga class @ Wellbridge on Commonwealth Avenue.
By Monday afternoon, after work, Ciay called me and asked me “ Ray, why did you do that to yourself ?”
Apologizing to her, I told her that I had allowed myself to become totally bored and had sought to transcend my boredom by attempting to see if I could just get intoxicated enough ~ which I had failed to do. She received my apology and our friendship has continued.
After her return from the Phillipines in 2008 Ciay showed me a very exotic portfolio of photos of herself taken by an elderly Japanese photographer she had met and befriended that year. They are pictures of her in the nude practicing what can only be described as asana infused with elements of earth along with wood, water and sky. They, to me, are a living manifestation of the vision I beheld in 1995 walking on that Winter day.
They are featured in Ciay’s book ‘ Yoga in the Wild ‘
For more information about the living reality of Ciay ~ Lucia Misa – and to check out her book, please visit her website @

I attest to the truth of the above rendered account of my relationship friendship with Lucia Ciay Misa.
Love Light Laughter + Meditation,

Copyright 2010 Ray Iasiello ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Ray Iasiello
Certified Hatha Yoga Teacher
Certified Resonance Repatterning™ Practitioner

My Relationship with Chuck Watson

Hi Everyone  ~

 from the Brookfiled Connecticut high School Class of 1970 and Beyond ~
I last hung out with Chuck Watson in 1980.
The Chuckster was an elemental force for me to contend with.
We never really connected @ BHS ~ so I was pleased and intrigued when he called me in 1980.

Relating to him really reminded me that I had to be strong as in ‘for real’ no jive and to keep us in the ‘frequency’ of good humor.
As I said; he called me came up to Cambridge with his girlfriend and we tried to have a good time ~
a bit awkward since his g friend rammed my car accidentally crunching the trunk
She went to see Karmu the Healer in whose house my girlfriend Caroline and I had an art and media studio.

You can google Karmu ~ he was for real
Chuck gave me an acoustic guitar he had made himself and asked me to sell it locally ~ the neighborhood guitar shop ~ Sandy’s Music on Mass Ave in Cambridge said they’d buy it for $75.00
He did not want to part with it for that meager price so I got it back to him eventually.

@ the time he was living in a large former factory warehouse type of place in Hartford with a 10th floor view of Interstate 84
He and a few friends were squatting there ~
had figured out a way to tap into the electrics
and I recall enjoying a fantastic sunset with him accompanied by a couple of Heinikens
as well as some high-grade combustible entertainment one Friday afternoon when I stopped by en route to Brookfield.

A few months later he had landed in NYC ~ lived w same girlfriend in an apt on the Lower East Side
I had some business in Manhattan and they let me stay there overnight ~
the only barrier that kept the neighborhood flocks of pigeons from entering the room were a pair of long linen drapes ~ muggy ~
it was another sleepless night in NYC for me.

Chuck was working as an engineer for the metro water department
I recall him telling me that they were upgrading the system to plug the millions of gallons of aqua they were losing each day
I recall him telling me that the quality of H2O in NY state was considered to be very good.
A few months later after I had arranged for him to pick up the guitar from my sister Gail in Brookfield ~
I got a call from his same g-friend who told me that he had died from an aneurism cerebral hemorrhage rather unexpectedly

Was he not a cousin of Carol Watson of the class of 1971 ? Has anyone tried to contact her ? He and Karl Hansen were also good friends in high school. Paul Estok tells me Karl is working in Bulgaria laying gas pipelines these days.

Hey correct me if I’m wrong someone ~
but I have long since contemplated my times with him and said my Blessings.

I rest my case.

Love Light Meditation


Ray Iasiello
Certified Hatha Yoga Teacher
Certified Resonance Repatterning™ Practitioner

Meeting the Dalai Lama ~ April 1977 Harvard Faculty Club Cambridge MA

Posted by Ray under: Encounters With Remarkable Men and Women .

  I didn’t get to see ‘His Holiness’ this time around ( 2009 – 2010 )
I clearly recall meeting him with several friends in April of 1977
@ the Harvard University Faculty Club
which was then located adjacent to  Harvard Yard near Quincy and Harvard Streets.
We were all members of Kagyu Tinley Kunchab,
a small Tibetan Buddhist Meditation Center located @ that time in the apartment
( nearby on Franklin Street in Cambridgeport ) of one of the devotees
who was then a professor of ‘feminist studies’ @ Wellesley College.
Our meeting was brief and profound.
His Holiness got right to the point.
The Center leader thought it was a good idea if each of us offered HH peace flags upon meeting him.
The first thing he said to us upon our arrival  was;
“ Keep your peace flags for yourselves, I don’t need them.”
He immediately followed this statement with ;
“ Everyone should get a job and contribute positively to improving society.”
Then ~
“ Keep your negativities to yourself
and transform them through the practices  “ ( of Tibetan Buddhism ).
I rest my case.
Love Light Laughter
copyright 1977 /  2010 Ray Iasiello ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Ray Iasiello
Certified Hatha Yoga Teacher
Certified Resonance Repatterning™ Practitioner

Karmu, the Healer, speaks about ‘Truth’

Once the ‘Chief’ as I used to address him was smiling @ me as I entered his bedroom office.  The cold afternoon light was flooding the room and the medicinal  smell of menthol and camphor permeated the air.

I was experiencing some flap about having slept with the young beautiful raven haired French woman from Montreal , Susan ‘Saint Claire’ ( or was it ‘Sinclair’ )  while my lady friend was out of town.  Whatever, it was pretty sweet and we had no regrets.

My lady friend and I had been negotiating a separation and a ‘progressive break up’ anyway. But nonetheless her response was to raise some hell with me.

For some reason the Chief decided to dispense some of his worldly wisdom on me.He said, holding his glass of port sherry up  to catch a sunbeam; “ Remember lad, in any situation there is your side of the story, my side of the story and sometimes the Truth is neither.  It can be all together different from each person’s point of view.”

I was immediately  reminded of the Japanese film, ‘Rashomon’ by the master director ‘Kurosawa’  The story depicts a murder that takes place on a remote mountainside.  During the investigation 7 persons who supposedly witnessed the act give 7 entirely different points of view ( ! )

Please take a look @ the Swami’s website


Ray Iasiello

Certified Hatha Yoga Teacher

Certified Resonance Repatterning™ Practitioner


Flashing Forward from the Days of Acid

I met Doctor Leary ~ in April of 1982 after he and Ram Das, who for this occasion called himself by the name his parents gave him, Richard Alpert; engaged in a dialogue @ Sanders Theater hosted by the long-standing head of the Harvard Psychology Department, David McClelland ~ the same man that had kicked them out of Harvard for giving acid to students and others as a part of their research and teaching in Harvard’s Psychology Department in the 1960’s which is still located in that ivory towered white skyscraper on Kirkland Ave near the Divinity School and the Swedenborg Chapel.

They were given standing ovations upon their arrival onstage and @ the end of the program as well. Their talk was fun, funny, healing and I’m not really sure
what it’s long term impact was on ‘society’; but for that sunny warm April day ~
it felt like the sunlight of sanity and reasonableness had reappeared in the
world, brief as it was.
Dr. Walter Clark, retired faculty, also on the Harvard Psych Dept and his lovely wife, Ruth were also there.  Walter had never been fired or expelled however.  His research involved partaking of peyote sessions with medicine men and ingesting mega-doses of Hawaiian baby wood rose plant extract.
Dr Clark looked like an old, wise owl ~ not predatorial but certainly very
wise.   Looking @ his forehead you could see that his ajna chakra was wide open. When he was in the room with other people, he was present with them but he always seemed to be ‘looking @ a bigger picture’ beyond the immediate surroundings.
I knew him through my association with the SOMA Institute of which Caroline ( then Carolyn Lieff ) was on the staff of as an art therapist. Carolyn and other members of SOMA had adopted Ram Das as their spiritual advisor back in the 1960’s after he had been kicked out of Harvard, travelled to India to meet Maharaj Ji ~ also known as ‘Neem (‘the deep blue One’) Karoli Baba.
Maharaj Ji called LSD ‘yogi medicine’ and Ram Das was blown away when he gave Maharaj Ji 5 hits of acid and asked him to describe his experience to which he replied ‘Nothing has changed.’
Also on the scene back then was Bhagavan Das ~ who had met RamDas @ Neem Karoli Baba’s ashram in India. He had released a very far out recording called ‘Ah’ nothing
quite like you have ever heard before or since then. He also appears on Ram Das’
6 LP set “Love Serve Remember’.   These were the back in the days when RD had 1stpublished the book ‘Be Here Now’ in collaboration with visionary artist
,Steve Durkee who also produced the very far–out , magical, interactive book
called ‘Seed’ not as widely known as ‘Be Here Now’- which has been republished
several times and is still available.
Do you still have your copy of ‘Be Here Now’ ?
I’m not so sure that it rates as ‘scripture’
let’s say it ‘ approaches ‘ scripture.
Towards the end of their dialogue, Dr. Leary was aked the following ? by a member of the audience ; “So Doctor, how would you sum up the purpose for taking LSD and who might benefit most from taking it? “
Doctor Leary smiled and gave the following answer to all present; “ LSD is for
anyone who wants to accelerate and expand their consciousness veryfast and move way beyond where they are now.”
From my perspective and understanding, he was saying that by following this path you were going to quickly travel on an adventurous and sometimes very wild and dangerous ride and you could find yourself in another place, one better than
the one you were in before you started your trip.
Look @ his life :
When he was @ Harvard, he kind of looked like a ‘square’, sort of like 50’s TV show host, Steve Allen, a cultural icon of ‘regularness’ for that era of the pre-acid 1950’s and early‘60’s.   He owned  a large stately home in Newton, MA ( which Boston based rock band, the Cars later rented in the early 1980’s for living and rehearsing. )
Upon expulsion from the Harvard faculty, he and Alpert wound up @ a
private estate in rural New York called Millbrook, where they continued their experiments of turning people on to exploring the spectrum of different states of consciousness with psychedelics such as LSD -25.
@ Millbrook, Leary once complained that he seemed to be stuck in the role
of having the duty of being the guy who had to fuck each and every female guest
during their visit to the estate.
Leary was also onstage during the Summer of Love, 1967 ~ @ a Love-In in Golden Gate Park , San Francisco, CA where Ken Kesey, Chet Helms, the Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane and the Quicksilver Messenger Service  also performed. This was the same Summer that the Beatles had released ‘ Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.’
When asked to comment about the significance of this amazing
record; Leary told the crowd that ” …this album is drenched with drugs…” and
underscoring this the Beatles were also sending out his same message of
And Why Not ?, I figured ~
as the Johnson Administration was expanding the war upon Southeast Asia focused in Viet Nam and Cambodia, drafting young men by force to go there and to spill their blood and guts and give up their lives to fight against the menace of a communist society ?
Art Linkletter, another TV talk show icon of regularness had accused Leary of
causing the suicide of his daughter who took acid and jumped out of the window
of a Manhattan high-rise because she believed she could fly.
Soon after that Tim Leary went on the lam hiding out from the CIA.   He’s said to have travelled to Afghanistan in the 1970’s eventually being caught by the CIA, then sentenced to do time in Federal prison.
From prison, he developed theories about  human evolution and space travel, which he called ‘Neurologic’. He said  this information was channeled to him while in prison  from another dimension.   Through the support of friends and his beloved partner, Rosemary, he was released from prison. He spent time doing stand up comedy and debating Nixon fascist operator G Gordon Liddy about drug policy and related social issues. He was once quoted as saying “ I wouldn’t want to have gotten trapped in the swampy backwater that is Harvard anyway “.
After the event I was standing a couple of feet from Dr. Leary on the  floor near the stage.   He smiled @ me, his silver hair shining brilliantly under the bright lights of Sanders Theater.   I asked him if he remembered Carolyn Lieff when he was @ Harvard with Dick Alpert.   I described her as a tall, beautiful, soft spoken British woman who was an artist, model ,fashion designer who also led Sufi dancing @ the Harvard Divinity School ?
Looking into the ‘distance’ of the past , he smiled again, saying; “Yes I do remember her”.
As we moved from the 1980’s into the 90’s, Tim Leary became involved in computer technology, especially software for reprogramming one’s consciousness. He said that ‘ All of this external computer technology / hardware and software is just an externalization of what the human being is already capable of internally’.
Stephen Jobs, founder of Apple Corporation once admitted that he found acid very inspirational when he was developing his first computers.
During this phase Tim Leary collaborated with sexy Italian scientist and performance artist, Doctor Fiorella Terenzi, recording ‘music of the spheres’ using electronic signals being emitted from quasars, galaxies and planets as the orchestration.
He was said to have traded in psychedelics for tobacco and wine.   He developed
prostate cancer and announced from his home in Beverly Hills, California that “
Madame Cancer had taken up residence in my body…” and he was soon going to be a ‘goner’.
Two different cryogenic companies got into a bidding war over which firm he should entrust the removal and freezing of his brain for future resuscitation and rejoining with a human body again.
In the end he decided ‘the hell with that idea’.
I personally believe that the person’s spirit sits within the heart space which
is ‘associated with’ the physical organ but not necessarily located in the same
physical dimension, anyway. so that doesn’t bother me.
I recall the day he died .  I could sense his eternal astral and
cosmic soul travelling through the ‘bardo’, a word from the Tibetan Book of the Dead that describes the ‘void’ that exists between different planes of reality.
swa ha
Om sweet home
Travel on Tim Leary until you get ‘there’
A song written about Timothy Leary when he was alive and well back in the 1960’s is ‘Legend of a Mind’ by the Moody Blues from the album ’In Search of The Lost Chord’
Here are the lyrics :
Timothy Leary’s dead.
No,no, no, no, He’s outside looking in.
Timothy Leary’s dead.
No, no, no, no, He’s outside looking in.
He’ll fly his astral plane,
Takes you trips around the bay,
Brings you back the same day,
Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary.
Timothy Leary’s dead.
No,no, no, no, He’s outside looking in.
Timothy Leary’s dead.
No,no, no, no, He’s outside looking in.
He’ll fly his astral plane,
Takes you trips around the bay,
Brings you back the same day,
Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary.
Along the coast you’ll hear them boast
About a light they say that shines so clear.
So raise your glass, we’ll drink a toast
To the little man who sells you thrills along the pier.
He’ll take you up, he’ll bring you down,
He’ll plant your feet back firmly on the ground.
He flies so high, he swoops so low,
He knows exactly which way he’s gonna go.
Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary.
He’ll take you up, he’ll bring you down,
He’ll plant your feet back on the ground.
He’ll fly so high, he’ll swoop so low.
Timothy Leary.
He’ll fly his astral plane.
He’ll take you trips around the bay.
He’ll bring you back the same day.
Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary.
Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary.
Timothy Leary.
He is also mentioned in the Who’s song ‘The Seeker’
Pete Townshend’s lyrics are displayed here :
I’ve looked under chairs
I’ve looked under tables
I try to find the key
To fifty million fables
They call me the Seeker
I’ve been searching low and high
I won’t find what I’m after
Till the day I die
I asked my idols
The questions to my mother
I bought tickets just anywhere
Hoping to discover
They call me the Seeker
I’ve been looking low and high
I won’t get to get what I’m after
Till the day I die
People tend to hate me
‘Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes
They wanna shake my hand
Focused in on nowhere
Investigating miles
I’m a Seeker, I’m a really desperate man!
I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked the Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
he coulddn’t help me either
They call me the Seeker
I’ve been looking low and high
I won’t get to get what I’m after
Till the day I die
I learned how to raise my voice in anger
Now look at my face
Ain’t this a smile?
I’m happy when life’s good
And when it’s bad, I cry
I got values
But I don’t know how or why
I’m looking for me!
You’re looking for you!
We’re looking at each other
we don’t know what to do!
They call me the Seeker
I’ve been searching low and high
I won’t get to get what I’m after
Till the day I die
I won’t get to get what I’m after
Till the day I die!
His statement; “ LSD is for anyone who wants to accelerate and expand their
consciousness veryfast and move way beyond where they are now.” stayed with me.
It actually inspired me to launch an amazing adventure that involved taking 2 hits
of acid in 1984 in Cambridge, MA then driving my huge Ford Crown Victoria to
Connecticut to visit my Father one misty spring evening in late May.
Please Note that this is NOT an endorsement that anyone should undertake such an adventure, or even a similar one.
I recall once that a colleague from Mass Art’s SIM Department, Don Subhan, a
brilliant musician and ‘ wizard in the making’ had dropped acid then paddled a
canoe out into the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Maine near Bar Harbor, never to be seen again, nor the body or boat ever found.
Stay tuned for the sharing of my amazing trip and it’s reverberation throughout my life in the near future.
Until then is Now.
Ray eye.
Ray Iasiello
CertifiedHatha Yoga Teacher
Certified Resonance Repatterning™ Practitioner
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