This issue focuses on the author’s experieces, conclusions and changing perspectives of her five year participation in the “psychedelic movement,” including the last two years publishing the Psychedelic Information Center BULLETIN. In the fall of 1966 Lisa Bieberman, one of Timothy Leary’s followers, started publishing a more-or-less bi-monthly “Psychedelic Information Center BULLETIN.” The early issues focused primarily on various recipes to prepare psychedelic agents from various plants. The later issues espouse conclusions about drug use (“marijuana inflates one’s self-conceit; but LSD undermines it.”), the status of various laws and legal cases concerning drug usage and possession, the results of clinical trials of psychotropic agents, the psychological repercussions of using LSD (flashbacks), the physiological repercussions of using LSD (chromosome damage), the religious use of LSD, and in the final issue, 5 years later, Lisa’s realization that she did not understand LSD and that she did not plan to “take psychedelics any more because I am afraid of them.”

Harvard college Dean John U. Monro, 45 university Hall, Cambridge, Massachusetts 02138 April 28, 1967 Dear Mr. Browne: Your letter is intriguing. I like the tone of it and the tone of your publication. But I fear I have no useful contribution to make. I would say our experience with L.S.D. here is such that no serious person jokes about it any more. The first-time user of L.S.D. is in great peril for his very sanity. A continuous user of L.S.D. deteriorates before your eyes, in focus, in realism, in ability to get things done. So L.S.D. is no joke, for young or old, and adults concerned with public welfare (public health officers, police, schools, doctors, ministers, should work on the problem every way, overtime. For non-hippy residents of Haight-Ashbury, they will not want their children to run the L.S.D. risk. It makes no sense. As for the rest, it goes back to old Adam, and the community will know what it wants to do and will eventually do it. Best, John MonroOpen House Haight Ashbury 1967: The sun opened the flowers, and 15 homes and gardens throughout the Haight Ashbury opened their doors and gates.It was evident that the neighborhood had survived Dr.Sox’s plague, Broadway’s psychedelic topless, Greyline’s tours, the Chronicle’s “I was a Hippie,” and all the other side-show games of the mass media and the thrill thirsty wastelanders.