Welcome brothers and sisters, grab a cushion and gather ’round the circle for another family meeting. (Oh, no! Not another family meeting?) Discuss anything you like… or dislike. Tell me what you think of the book. Why did the golden age of hippiedom wane? Why didn’t we bring in the Age of Aquarius with peace and love guiding the planet? What is still going right? How does all of this apply to us today? And if you want an epilogue to any of the characters, just ask.
This is YOUR family! This is ONE family. Let’s see if we can get it right this time around. Until I hear from you, I’ll just sit here twiddling my thumbs, or rolling a joint. I won’t bogart it if you join the circle.
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Do you think the Occupy movement will bring back the commune adventure spirit? We are the 99%
Dreamweaver!
Indeed, we ARE the 99%! I often think back on how smoothly our commune worked back in the day. And when I see Occupy-ers feeding large numbers of people and self-policing, etc, I think maybe the lessons of communal living may be resurrecting. It takes a baseline level of consciousness to understand the connectedness of all beings. Once understood, communal living or “intentional sharing” becomes not only easy, but proves its worth by providing for everyone’s needs.
I am not sure people will return to communal living, but I think there may be a resurgence in collectives… food coops, woodworking coops,and employee-owned businesses. I certainly hope so!
If only people could learn that collectives and/or communal are not words to be feared. To the contrary, they represent the best of human nature: sharing, caring, compassion, tolerance, social and economic justice and a respect for the planet. I would hope the 99% recognize that these are the values we fight for!
Peace and love to all beings,
Phil
Hi Phil,
Finished your book a couple of months ago. What a delightful read! I was born in 1957 so I was still a little young in the late 60s, but I always wished I had been born a few years earlier so I could have been a part of all that was going on during those years. Even in middle school, I loved reading about what was going on in California. Since I didn’t actually live the 60s experience your book made me feel like I did. I was totally immersed in the story and couldn’t put the book down. Thanks for sharing your life in such a detailed and fascinating way. I was born a hippie, but just a few years too late!
Bill
Brother Bill,
Thanks for the wonderful words. I am so glad you enjoyed
“Giacco’s” story. I can tell you are a hippie because you embrace the values of those wonderful years. I hope those values do not erode or just don’t disappear into history, but live on through all of us…. kins of the spirit.
Much peace and love Bill,
Phil
PS Feel free to post a review on Amazon (hint)… so many have enjoyed Hunga Dunga, so few have taken the time to let the rest of the world know! Being an indie author, I rely on word of mouth for almost all the publicity Hunga Dunga gets. And also feel free to contact me again to ask questions if you have any, or just for fun.
hi phil
just wanted to let you know that there is a new review at amazon from me…it’s kinda weird the site doesn’t show the most recent reviews first…
also found the premie factor in the book so fascinating….i shopped at rainbow grocery on 16th st when it was just a hole in the wall…look at it today…and was struck by all the sweetness there….but oh how my roommates would poke fun at them…nothing malicious …just the whole secret thing bugged them too….thanks again for the memories
gayle
hi phil
finishing your book this morning was bittersweet….brought back a lot of fond sweet memories of growing up in the skirts of the castro (dolores park)…and living communally in the mission with 7 other women and working at cliff’s…learned more than i can ever thank all those who came my way…thanks to dave and jim for lending me their copy…i will happily go to amazon and let the world know…what a fine, generous, open, loving heart of hippie history awaits them in the story of hunga dunga…
thank you
gayle
Thanks Gayle…. it’s words like yours that get me high and make all the work of writing Hunga Dunga worth it. Spread the word, we need to resurrect our freak flags and wave them high. Sure would love that review of yours on Amazon…. hundreds have read and loved the book, write me wonderful emails or comments on social networking sites, but it is like pulling teeth to get them to post the same wonderful words on Amazon. If you could find the time to do that, I would be very, very, grateful. Nevertheless, even if you can’t find the time, I am so glad to receive your words. They go directly to my heart!
I have just finished reading Hunga Dunga. Could not put it down until I had finished and then wished there were more. By the end every character had become an old friend.
Growing up in the south I missed out on a lot of the more exciting times of the Hippie years. Phil must have known about the limited experiences and takes his readers on a crazy eye opening trip around the world where Giacco the main character searches for enlightenment. The experiences are exciting, frightning and funny.
I so loved hearing about Hunga Dunga commune. The big blue house where a delightful cast of characters shared everything down to their socks. The great sock box where no two were a like just like the friends that made up this group of talented people searching for a way to share those gifts without being sucked into the “establishment” ….the enemy to youth in the 60s and 70s..
I would love to see this book in movie or live play form.
Love it, Phil
Judy,
Thanks so much for the nice words. This is what makes the work all worth while. Reconnecting through beautiful memories and indelible experiences. Love you.
Phil
dear phil,
thoroughly enjoyed hunga dunga.
have you thought of writing a screenplay of hunga dunga? i truly believe that the greece-turkey chapters would make a beautiful, poetic film.
cheers,
herbie
Herbie,
Hope all is well. You are not the first to pick out that section of the book for potential as a movie. Please tell me you work for a major hollywood producer! LOL. Thanks, the thought is lovely and maybe someday, the book will get in front of the right people. One can only hope, eh?
Phil
Hey Phil, I wanted to say how much I enjoyed your book. It brought back memories for me, a “dead head” here.
My only disappointment is that we lost touch so many years ago.
I wish Tom and I could have met you in SF for lots of fun and smoke!
I enjoyed our visit in Feb, hope to see you when I move back to So cal.
Keep in touch
Cuz!
I was studying something else about this on another blog. Interesting. Your perspective on it is novel. – If I were in this business only for the business, I wouldn’t be in this business. – Samuel Goldwyn 1882 – 1974
Jeremy,
You must know your Marx Brothers’ Movies!
yooo hoo, josh-ie…
could you please help phil get his latest postings to the familymeeting to the top of this site! thanks a bunch!
lindalou
http://journals.democraticunderground.com/mitchtv/6
I was there, dateted many of the Angels, Link, Danny Ware. Bobby Marshall
lived with Tommy Nevin , famous Pot dealer, Stayed at the page st Palace
I ncluded a link to my Journal about a double Party on Potomic St maybe you were there. The only one I remeber from Russian river is Cass, and a Guy named Boswell from Cazadero
That was a fun read. What year was that? We knew and worked for Don Lipper who bought the building on the corner of Haight and Fillmore, that had a bar on the corner. We didn’t work on that building, but visited him there late 70′s early 80′s era.
i know who this is!
the cazadero boyz who i adore?
L
Now I must know who dreamweaver is! Tell me, someone, please! Jog my memory. I know I will be embarrassed when I find out, but I must!
Caught….
Although I always preferred “Mountain Men” to boyz.
Phil,
I’m not sure I know how to say something that will jog your memory. I was sitting off to what would have been your left when you gave the reading in Guerneville. You have a great memory if you can recall that. Long hair and beard that I haven’t combed since the supreme court gave that shrub the pResidency, thinking I had to “dress to the left”. I couldn’t think of anything else to do.
Carry on,
DW
Mountain Men!
I am concentrating so hard on that night, conjuring up faces, so many eyes on me. You would think it nerve-wracking to have so many faces looking at you, and usually that is the case. But at the River Reader reading, I felt so comfortable, surrounded by brothers and sisters who knew what I was talking about because so many of you lived it.
DW… it might help if I knew your name. You can write me at zatto@comcast.net. I admire any man who has kept their hair long and dresses to the left! My kind of men. OK… I am at the reading. I look up and to my left and see a lot of long hair. One man in particular gets my attention because he is laughing and smiling throughout my read. I am just about to see the face come into focus. Need just a bit more help.
No matter. Happy you were there! Hope to be in Guerneville again soon. Do you live there full-time?
Phil
Hi Phil,
I sent a note to zatto, but haven’t heard back, and wondered if my message ended in a junk mail box or something?
I may see Linda today, I’ll ask her some questions too.
Later,
DW
Hey Phil,
Thanks for the great read.
Has it really almost been a year since someone posted here?
My Grandfather and Great Grandfather came to California in a Socialist Commune. Llano, Calif. in the Antelope Valley was the place they settled, They had their own script. I think it was Little Rock Creek that flowed by from the San Gabriel Mts. After many more people settled in the valley and dug wells the water quit flowing by. Then the Treasurer left with all the “real dollars”. The commune split with many going to Mexico.
I really came to the site to read the epilogue, I’ll continue my search…
Hey Dreamweaver!
I have an idea who you are, but not sure. Pulitzerboy? If it is you, I woke up today thinking about you. How cosmic is that? If it’s not you… well, wtf, I still thank you for the nice words. Glad you enjoyed the book. Your little story about your grandpa and great grandpa is fodder for a novel, my friend. It would make a fascinating story. Absolutely wonderful opportunity to investigate and bring to life a story about communal life, the old west, the fight for water, etc. They must have been incredible characters in real life.
As for the epilogue. Giacco or Phil only answers questions a reader may have about a character or story within Hunga Dunga. It was never my intention to actually write about the years following 1976, because I didn’t want to “go there.” Too many others have.
And as for the lack of posts… well, I am disappointed more people have not asked questions or posted comments, but there are posts on other topics besides the family meeting, and of course the posts I write on here, admittedly not consistently. But I feel after what seems like a long time, the momentum is picking up, and more people are getting turned on to the book.
Certainly appreciate your post. Be well, and much peace,
Phil
Sorry, but I’m not ‘Pulitzerboy’. My partner and I met you in Guerneville some time back when you did a reading. Dave read the book right off, but it took me a while to pick it up. When I did I went right through it. I guess my interest is in whether Michael and Giacco are still together. The magic of that relationship encourages me. (There are some lovers from my past I would like to see again.)
I don’t know enough about the Commune my Grandpa was in to write a novel, but I heard when my Great Grandma died and my Grandpa was a young kid he would be tied to the front porch to keep him out of trouble. He ended up working on a ranch when he was 13, and by the time I was born he was Forman of that ranch. (my Aunt wrote a book called “The Ranch” about life there. I tried to find a web link to it but didn’t.)
Anyhow, Keep it up.
DW
I found this site using google.com And i want to thank you for your work. You have done really very good site. Great work, great site! Thank you!
Sorry for offtopic
Just finished reading Hunga Dunga and Phil you captured so well the incredible feeling of those times. Someone from the newspaper was trying to find old hippies to quote on the anniversary of Woodstock last year, but I found that all I could do was smile and bliss out. I think it had to do with the feeling of absolute trust that one would be taken care of and be safe, and one could provide for others and only be rewarded with getting to know interesting others–that feeling of freedom. You sure put it into words so well. We experimented with communality on the farm here, but found that the urban refugees that showed up did not have similar values in so many ways that made it hard for us that we gave up. I confess I also lost patience with family meetings. When trying to figure out a communal modus operandi here I asked Wayne what happened at Second Mile. He replied that it just seemed easier for one person to change a light bulb than ten. We are still trying to figure it out with the folks living here now.
Am so glad you are doing this blog. Thanks again for putting it all down on paper. Am still trying to figure out a few of the fake names so I guess I’ll call Jon.
How wonderful of you to visit my blog and post a comment. A beautiful one at that. Thank you so much. I have been frustrated because I intended the blog, and in particuar, The Family Meeting, to be a place that would attract many people to not only comment on the blog, but as a vehicle on how we all might proceed from here to further the values from those times into today’s world, and in concrete actions.
Thanks again for the nice words, and sharing some of the problems you had in trying to make communal your wonderful farm. (The goat cheeses are fantastic!) In retrospect, it is amazing that Hunga Dunga managed to function as well as it did, given our strict rules of consensus, bordering on unanimity. It truly begins with a baseline of a certain level of consciousness.
Thanks Debby for keeping the little flame of this forum still lit! I don’t know why no one comes here. I don’t know why so many people have said so many wonderful things about Hunga Dunga, yet everyone is too lazy to post a review on Amazon! And Linda… well she is keeping tabs, even though no posts. I could start naming names of these non-participants, but it would take a couple of pages!
Hello,
Two days ago, a good friend mailed a signed copy of your book to me.
I have since laughed, cried, and rejoiced to learn about the history of Hunga
Dunga in the 60′s and 70′s.
Lizzard, Lizzie, JP was my boyfriend for a bit from 1986 to 1991 or 2. I stayed
at the commune on 18th St off and on until Liz and Steve passed away and
Debbie sold the Old Blue Victorian. I last had contact with folks from Hunga Dunga when the beautiful black granite stone grave marker was placed. Would love to talk.
Gilbert,
It amazes me how my book has brought about so many reconnections, six degrees of separation being wittled down to 5, 4, 3, 2, and one! I would love to talk back. Hit me up at zatto@comcast.net. Very glad you enjoyed the book. Help me out if you would like to. Post a review on amazon. Word of mouth is the best way to sell books. I did not write it to make money or gain fame. It was a book that had to be written and shared in hopes of resurrecting values which have never gone out of style!
Phil
Gilbert….where are you? Would love to connect and find out how you’re doing…and love to talk about Hunga Dunga and the rest of the stories we know are untold…so far. Lookin forward……..
Debby! What a pleasant surprise! My apologizes for dropping out for so
long. The trauma of loss in 1992 was overwhelming with Liz, Steve, my dad, my grandmother passing in quick succession. A little magic must
be working with a circle of life bringing our paths together.
I am well and would love to just give you a hug… and catch up.
gilbertpacaldo@comcast.net
Whilst its very easy to pontificate here, what comes to mind is the disparity between the haves and have nots..for some, its been the luck of the draw as to how their lives have unfolded since our days of communal living. Some have worked hard and carved out their place among the classes–lower, disappearing middle, and upper; some have been lucky enough to purchase or inherit their homes and their land; some remain as comfortable renters just making it check to check. The bottom line is that the consciousness is what morphed—people stopped living together, sharing and bartering goods, etc. because the consciousness changed…there was no longer the collective that could keep the scales even and balanced! Some of the humans involved were natural takers as opposed to generous sharers…we’ve all had nightmare living situations..where greed played out, where the harmonic apple-cart of shared housing was upset to the point of “every (wo+) man for himself” became the cry throughout the lands. The ‘plays well with others’ phrase became a festive line used in corporate america with job applicants and we all settled in, nicely and comfortably…solo….and in awe of those “intentional communities” that managed to survive, as we should have in our various houses!
Now, how DO we get ‘back to the garden’……..?
Great love to you all from Hot Potato Gal
Lost my previous post there…??? So, I’ll repeat:
Right on Janet!..fear of not being a good enough Mother made me set aside my hippie “trappings” (ha!). Always planned to get back to it when I could afford it.
My brother turned me on to a NY Times article, “The End is Near, Yay!”
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/19/magazine/19town-t.html?pagewanted=1&_r=2&emc=eta1
Ironic that this “Transition” idea is being attempted in Sand Point, Idaho (bro lives there) and Sebastopol where I live. It sounds pretty organic to me.
The link works…and it’s a lengthy, but interesting article. So, Phil, this topic of communal living is right up with the current times. I am so looking forward to our “hippie gathering” on May 9th at my house…who will turn up and what will they have to say???
If you are reading this and in the Sebastopol area, let me know via this forum or Phil, if you would like to attend.
Right on Janet! I think it was the fear that I wasn’t being a good enough Mother as a hippie that pushed me back. I always thought it (hippie dom) would be something I got back to. My brother just turned me on to a NY Times article about The End is Near…Yay!
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/19/magazine/19town-t.html?_r=3&pagewanted=1&emc=eta1
(geez…how to get a link here?) It brings to the present a plan for the future for sustainable communities…which ironically are starting in Sand Point, Idaho (where my bro lives) and Sebastopol,CA where I live. There is mention of old hippies attempts that are now even more applicable. Let me know if you can’t find the article.
Mary!
I read that article in the NYT. Most interesting. Sounds like the hippie community in Twisp in the early days. Transisiton communities… I like it! Survivalists without guns? Reskilling America? New currencies? (The Barter Fair?). Bring out the looms, the hoes, the bicycles, the x-c skis. It has been said that each generation wants to make the world better for the next; that our grandparents made life easier for our parents, easier access to education, a good job, the ability to acquire more goods. Our parents in turn were convinced that through hard work they could provide their children with an even more prosperous life. And they believed that this would go on ad infinitum from one generation to the following. And it was cheap oil and the nature of our economic system, based as it is on ever more consumption, and the notion that we were a nation, a world, of unlimited resources, that made us think the good times would go on forever.
How silly. Now we know it is more than likely that our children will not have it as good as we did. And maybe we will not have it as good as our parents did. And just maybe, they didn’t have it as good as their parents did before they emigrated from wherever they came from, where they lived in small villages and grew their own food, and made their own clothes, and made up their own entertainment. Certainly there is a middle road here someplace. And as soon as someone finds it, I would appreciate being told.
who’s this Mary person? I don’t think she is a part of this forum…please ignore her.
Debby, Mary should not be ignored! She is a very wise woman and has important thing to add to this conversation, which, if it weren’t for her and a few other isolated posts, would be exclusively between me and you. I may as well call you on the phone! We have to get those old hippies out of the woods and onto this forum! Any ideas?
And Mary! Do not let Debby intimidate you. You have important things to say and we need you here. After all, in every family there are bound to be personal issues that need to be resolved. So stay. I want you here.
Guess we’ll have to say things that people don’t like and they’ll get all riled up and have to post something. How ’bout, “that Linda Lu seems to have dropped us like a hot potato”? Angels of Light? Kaliflower? Hippies don’t do computers? Hey out there???
I love “Reskilling America”…
each generation wants to make the world better for the next ~ now that word better…seems to be the key and appears to mostly apply to money. I’ve always wanted my children to be happy and self realized…whether they have money or not.
Well, Deb… you never cease to amaze me with your wisdom and humor. You are so right. We have screwed up our language as well as the environment. The definitions of “better,” “success,” “liberal,” “socialism,” etc… have been misconstrued or purposely redefined to suit the purposes of the powerful. Wouldn’t it be nice if “success” were defined by having done a great deal of good for others and the earth? That the distinction of “celebrity” attached itself to those people who worked for next to nothing in Mobile and the ninth Ward, trying to help victims regain some self-respect and a place to live. That “better”… well I think Debby as Mom said it the way it should be…. happy and self-realized, and not defined by money. Language is very powerful. We need to be sure the true definitions of words are not scewed by the media, corporations, or madison avenue (they are the most guilty) of making us believe in something that is not true… that is merely revisionist.
Words? We just use visuals now….well, those masses do anyway.
Consciousness and/in the material world?
Well in reality man has lived and survived communally for most of our existance in most societies until the last 50 years or so. Of course the Hippies are right…
The disintegration of communal life had the same beginnings as the prohibition of hemp: fear, paranoia, profit. It was much more profitable for our government to break us up into smaller and smaller family units so we all had to buy and consume more, spent our free time on mainstream media, didn’t have like minds around to reinforce our independent and rebellious thoughts.
It will all come full circle – When that change will come??? 2012, as predicted by the ancient calendars??? I think we will have rapture here on earth by going back to the path man is meant to walk. And I don’t mean Christians being sucked up to heaven.
It’s time to talk about it alright. Hope we can continue this conversation in the Methow this summer. Thanks again- Janet
Janet, you are so right on! Never did make a clear connection between the disintegration of communal life and corporate capitalism’s need to create larger markets! That is worthy of deeper exploration. I hope we get on the path again, I hope we come full circle, I hope it is within my lifetime. Thanks so much for your comments and I do hope we get to talk in person soon. Be well. Much love and peace.
Guess your karma, Phil, would be that this family meeting grows and grows. Hunga Dunga, the real commune, and the true book have both been major spark plugs in my maturation process. Joel always made me think that San Francisco was magical…the natural beauty and the free-to-be inhabitants. Especially on a warm day like on my return last week, this magic feeling wells up inside of me. San Francisco just kinda levitates as a whole. I want to hold on to all of that…maybe even expand on it. Knowing that also set the believability factor as I read about Giacco’s adventures.
My question: were we actually able to rid ourselves of greed and jealousy? or was that not what paved the way to the disentegration of the communal lifestyle?
I truly think that, for a while, we did rid ourselves of greed and jealousy. But those two demons were always there, just waiting, just biding their time to resurface and snag any who weren’t vigilant, any who had lost faith. In a society that did not embrace us, and in fact, mocked us, it was easy to succumb. Some stayed true to those values, some did not. They saw many around them getting fat and were afraid they’d be left in the dust. Now a whole lot of us want to get back to the time when we shared and shared alike. We know it works. But it takes courage. However, we will have to get rid of them once and for all if the planet is going to thrive.
Hi Phil- Just wanted to say I really loved your book. I have alot of
friends in the Methow and “Suzan with a Z” is one of them and turned me onto the book. I met you several years ago when I stayed at your place with Suzan in Seattle.
Anyway I was so taken by your ease and openess through out the book. I missed the actual hippie years in presence due to being born a few years too late, though in heart I was always there with the Grateful Dead posters on my wall and a love for all things Hippie after my first toke at age 13. This book definately brought it all home for me. I still try to abide by the “hippie philosophy” and feel like even though things are a screwed up mess right now in this world that philosophy is what will get us through in the end. It does come down to karma and most true hippies in heart have lots going for them. So it may be when we are really tested that it will be essential to return to the communal approach for survival.
Thanks again for your excellent book! Janet
Welcom to the family, Janet! Thanks for reading Hunga Dunga, thanks for liking it! Words like yours are what make the time I spent writing it worth while. And your words say just about everything there is to say. I just wonder when the “when we are tested” is going to hit us head on. I think those of us who knew, at one time, how to live together communally, share all our resources, rid ourselves of greed and jealousy… I think those are the people who will fare best. Strangely enough, I’ve come across two articles in recent weeks, one my Mark Morford (SF Chronicle) “The Hippies Were Right All Along,” and one in the NYTimes called “Communal is the new Green.”
“We told you so 40 years ago,” is the cry I hear coming over the ridge! Hey, Janet, thanks for the comment. Come back any ol’ time. Maybe see you this summer in the Methow Valley!
Hi Phil,
How’s it goin’ man! Love your blog! Now I have one more way to communicate with you. I am really looking forward to your reading at:
A Different Light bookstore
on Castro Street in San Francisco
on May 7th at 7:30pm.
There I did it because I know you probably won’t promote yourself! Calling all hippies or anyone who wondered what the movement was all about. Join Phil at ADL books and hear some of the stories from a very special time in history. It is going to be a happening! See you there.
Love ya man,
Tim
Nonsense, Deb! You are an unapologetic hippie like me. Hippie is a state of mind. We have no regrets because we can’t undo the past. What is, is. It’s just that as life keeps moving on, we try to continue, (I think now they call it “pay it forward”) to live by the values we held dear back when we thought the world would change for the better. Before the pandemic, and the bad drugs, and the distortions of what we stood for by TV Sitcoms, and Madison Ave.
If there is one single principle that seems to have remained intact from those days, I think it is Karma. People still use the term, though I’m sure before the 60′s it was probably not in the general vocabulary. It is our karma that we strive to do good. You have created good karma so many times over.
The only thing I don’t like is when people tell me, that maybe I will not get good karma back until a future lifetime. I don’t know if I believe in any lifetimes other than this one. So I want my good karma, if I deserve any, NOW. I want it NOW! And I want Debby to have hers NOW! C’mon Universe! Get with it!
guess that makes me an apologetic do badder…
proud to be an aging hippie with no regrets …whatever that really means! Life just kept moving on…and still continues, and for that I am gratefull.
Usually that word is preceded by an adjective, or followed by a diacritical mark. I choose “unapologetic” for the first and an ! for the latter. BTW, Lindalou is an unapologetic do-gooder! So there!
HIPPIE
Hi Everyone! My name is MaryAnne, but my friends call me “Mare”.
I am very excited to join the Hunga Dunga cyber family! I read all about Hunga Dunga and the adventures of Giacco just recently, and it brought back such wonderful memories. It also brought to the surface some feelings of disappointment and sadness… as far as where the world is now, some 30-35 years later. I have a feeling we all know what I mean by that.
But anyhoo, glad to be here, and I will just let the cat outa the bag and reveal that Phillip and I are related- by blood and neurosis [wink] – although we are just now getting back in touch after a lifetime of traveling our own separate roads. But I think we’re going to become very fast friends, very quickly!
More later -
Peace!
Welcom Mare! Josh, Debby, LindaLou, this is my cuz Mare. She is cool. Mare, this is Josh, LindaLou and Debby, also three way cool people. Mare belongs with Hunga Dunga… plus no family should be without a Reiki master and chakra mover and shaker! So let’s all call out to our brothers and sisters, let them know Hunga Dunga is back and ready for anything… anything good, kind, helpful, fun… anything that will increase this planet’s chances for living in harmony. I know, I know, we gotta start out small (yet again!), work locally, all of that… but what other choice do we have? What should we do first? Who needs help? Raise your hand!
This forum is brand new. Any and all feedback is welcome. I wish I could get the posts so they go from most recent to oldest, but I can’t figure it out. Any ideas?
Phil
Hi, Mare, and welcome. You can live here if you say you live here.
MaryAnn meet Psylvia… Psylvia meet MaryAnn. Around Hunga Dunga, whatever Psylvia says, goes. No hierarchy at HD, but Psylvia is so loved, so respected and so wise, that most of us just follow her gentle lead. We know she always leads us to good and to love, because she is so full of it!
Good and Love that is!
Yes, let’s do that… blog about blogging. I am so glad you are blogging here. I was so busy writing a blog, I didn’t even realize you had blogged me twice. I was too busy trying to figure out “Categories”… and so if you go to the Categories drop down box you will see one topic, Hunga Dunga. I spent a good deal of time writing it, and now it’s hiding in a Category. And I can’t figure out how to get it out of there. So once in a while, check the Category box to see if I put anything in there.
hey…I’m here and this is not facebook! okay……I’m so glad your forum is up and we can meet one more place out here on the super procrastination highway…I mean the community of now. I’ll be back when I have more to say….how bout we blog about blogging?
are you requesting a verbal lashing???
oh dearest one…well! its finally up! 147 visitors so far and you and josh yakkin? where are all of those hungadungans? come out, come out wherever you are! hey phil…
at what price freedom, someone asked once upon a time…that’s the trouble..its all about the price: the moola, the bank, the coin now..whose got the most toys and what’s mine is mine and what’s yours can rarely be shared just in case you’re thinkin of takin’ or coveting what’s mine…sigh…so…amid the rampant apathy, are there any true “family/tribe” members who can get it up to get out and into the streets to show others how we should be treating each other in this world? if so, where in the world would we start?
Family Meeting just started Linda… now is the time for all good hungadungans to come out of the woods, the high rises, the beds, into the streets, and join the new political party/social commentary/spiritual awareness Hunga Dunga circle of love. Six degrees of separation become five, four, three, two, one… so quickly… it boggles the minds. Spread the word the meeting has started. Pick a topic, any topic and lets blog it to death. I want someone to blog my whole body with their tongue!
Josh…. you are right on! And that’s what Hunga Dunga was all about… Free! The Free Food Conspiracy, The Free Bakery, The Free Garage, Free Theater, Free Medical, etc. That should be our new anthem: Think Free, Be Free!
The Age of Aquarius is still in transition. We are still living with the affects of the hippy generation. Think “free”, and we get the new wave of internet services like Google docs, Youtube, things that were once expensive or impossible are now free.
Josh…I’m truly counting on those affects of the hippy generation. I’ve waited all this time to afford to get back there!
Josh is my blog mentor. Without him, The Hunga Dunga Family Meeting couldn’t meet. He says he “taught” me how to work this thing, but he is too modest to admit he practically created the entire thing, answers my questions, fixes things when I screw it up, like I just did with Categories, and calls to see if I’ve blown a fuse yet. Josh is one cool dude! He is one of those young ‘uns that give us old hippies the notion that maybe we’re gonna be OK afterall.