Tim Leary and the Outer Space Connection

Not many people under 50, maybe 60, know about the impact that Timothy Leary had on American culture. Leary was a respected faculty member at Harvard when he conducted government-funded tests of LSD and psilocybin, which back then were perfectly legal. Leary believed LSD showed therapeutic potential in psychiatry. He popularized catch phrases such as “turn on, tune in, drop out” and “think for yourself and question authority.” His drug-related notoriety led to his dismissal from Harvard.

Leary became a media sensation and an affront to the establishment, which contributed to LSD being declared an illegal drug. He had a long series of arrests and long prison terms, too much to detail here, but mostly for possession of small amounts of marijuana for personal use. Facing prison, he fled the United States for Europe, North Africa and Central Asia. Leary was eventually caught and extradited, returned to the US where he faced additional charges for jumping bail.

During the 60s and 70s, Leary was arrested often enough to see the inside of 29 different prisons worldwide. President Richard M. Nixon once described Leary as “the most dangerous man in America” — even though Leary had never physically harmed anybody. The judge at his remand hearing said, “If he is allowed to travel freely, he will speak publicly and spread his ideas.”

Joe Bageant greatly respected the ideas and the person of Timothy Leary, so much so that Joe named his first son Timothy. Joe met and came to know many big names during his writing career, but he rarely talked about any celebrities or famous writers and musicians he had known. One exception to this was Leary. In his home, Joe had framed a hand-written note from Leary, on the stationary of a Tokyo hotel, praising Joe for his writing.

After Joe died two years ago, friends of his sent me copies of articles he had written in the 70s. I typed and posted one such article several months ago, followed by a second. The response was good, so here is another old article by Joe. This is based on conversations that Joe had with Leary during a two-day visit to Colorado in 1977, just several months after Leary had been released from a California prison.

The two previous old articles are “Tribute to a white trash saint” (Hank Williams) and  “In the footsteps of Neal Cassady’s ghost”.

– Ken Smith, ken@kvsmith.com


Rocky Mountain Musical Express, February 1977

By Joe Bageant

Leary160In natural accordance with the laws of God and airports, Stapleton was locked tight in the grip of a traffic jam the night Leary arrived. And since there was nothing to do but make the best of a bad situation, I got comfortable in the back seat, dug out a crumpled pack of smokes, and proffered some rather thin conversation toward other parties involved in this mission — three students from the Colorado University Program Council, Leary’s sponsor. But because I was ten years their senior, didn’t ski and never go to movies, silence gradually won out as memory took over … dredging up images a decade old.

Flashbacks of Leary on the cover of Life Magazine, Leary on the street of Haight, Leary the psychologist/acid-priest/revolutionary/fugitive whose name became the pop culture trademark for consciousness expansion and the LSD spiritual movement — a movement touching millions, many of which still look upon as the time of their awakening. Now he was back, released from prison on bail, and somehow it all felt like a rerun as he passed across 70 million TV screens flickering in slow motion to the flashbulb’s glare. This time though, he was baffling everyone with science fiction-like statements about radical new world visions, outer space migration, human mutation and superintended lifespans and a program called SMIILE (Space Migration Increased Intelligence Life Extension).

Finally, the sheer compression of the jam squeezed our rented car, inch by inch to the front of the terminal — where we disembarked to plow through hundreds of strangers under what felt like searchlights, mounted in the ceiling of the lobby. Porters, hippies, soldiers … pressed, pushed and jostled to the intercom’s monotone for a few buzzing minutes, then Leary appeared. There was no mistaking him.

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Decked out East Coast style, in plaid pants and a polo shirt, he was all smiles as he padded forward on glowing white tennis shoes. Even under the harsh light, he didn’t look 56. After quick and polite intros all around, luggage clunked, car doors slammed and we were rolling. The car peeled back cold night air on its way to Denver’s KTLK radio station where an interview was scheduled to happen.

The clock at the radio station read 9:30 p.m. when Tim Leary breezed its spongy, carpeted corridors to the broadcast booth. A late 20s DJ and a longhaired program director were on hand to welcome their celebrated guest — who was radiating his famous smile (which seems to go Boiiinnnnnng!). Leary laughs readily and displays the charm of a born extrovert. No social exchange is too small for his attention. In fact, the lighter the rap, the more he appears to get off as he winks and cuts up, enjoying himself in a manner which struck me as sort of verbal ice skating. Visually, he is very kinetic and while he talks and moves about, it has a slight tinge of exaggeration, somewhat akin to the way TV actors move.

Showing a delight in the studio’s equipment which bordered on possession at times, his hands dart briefly once or twice as Tim Leary declares his belief that: “Radio stations are temples of the religious ritual of electronic communication, with the DJs as modern technology’s gurus who are responsible for getting out the signals; nocturnal shamans who bathe the earth in radio waves while the people sleep!” Tim is big on “signals” these days, and as he sees it: “It is one of my tasks to send out signals to that portion of the human race which is ready to mutate and migrate. It is the basis of my program … using signals to generate the collective energy of those developed to receive them.”

Came time for the interview, everyone got a surprise, since a standard question/answer shot was the farthest thing from his mind. Instead, he whips out a sheaf of typewritten scripts, distributing them among whomever happened to be present, announcing: “We’re going to do a live radio show. Everybody game?” Caught off guard, our young DJ stammers. “BBBut Mr. Leary, I have these questions for you to answer . . . ”

“What kind of questions?”

“Questions of burning social and spiritual sig . . .”

“Oh Dear God!” Tim grabs his chest jokingly, pretending to collapse under their weight. “Okay, okay,” he concedes, “but let’s do the show first, then I’ll give you all the time you want. A deal?”

“A deal” agrees our man of burning questions.

Next thing I know, we are all reading for the various parts in Leary’s production. And mine, to my astonishment, is the role of an amoeba! To be exact, an amoeba named Dr. Protozoa whose speech is being delivered from the bottom of the Pre-Cambrian oceans — concerning a dangerous new trend gaining popularity in the ranks of young amoeba, called “calcium tripping” (calcium being classified as a HARD drug, naturally). I gave it a try, but didn’t get very far.

“No no no,” interrupts doctor Tim. “You sound like you are READING it!”

“Well, uh, you’ve got to admit that it’s kind of unusual dialogue,” I offered lamely.

“We both know that’s not really what’s happening here, don’t we? What’s really happening here is that you aren’t in total control of your nervous system. Right?” (He was completely right, since I’d been awake for about 40 hours at that point.) “Can’t let it get away from you,” he chuckles, and goes back to cajoling the others, all of whom have developed a case of cold feet, excepting the two broadcasters.

“Now this show,” Leary begins, “is called ‘Broadcasts From Higher Intelligence’ and tonight we’re going to be rapping with Gautama Buddha, Homer the Greek street cat, some DNA molecules . . . ”

The final product was a half-hour commercial for higher intelligence and space migration — employing humor as a method of slipping a few new ideas over. Radio listeners that night must have wondered what inna hell was going on as their radios broke forth in authoritarian tones warning them to: “Stand by for a transmission from higher intelligence.”

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So imperatively does Tim Leary view the SMIILE project that he uses the entire thrust of the media blitz, which began last year, to promote it. In an effort to present an approximate idea of the SMIILE concept, offered herein are some of his answer to questions gathered over a two-day period — concerning SMIILE and a few other topics.

BAGEANT: “How can you be sure human development is really at the point of implementing such a futuristic program as SMIILE?”

LEARY: “Outer space immigration has been part of the trajectory of human development from the very beginning. We’ve been headed in that direction ever since we crawled out of the slime … but now we are actually there, and have been ever since the astronauts made the first penetrations.”

BAGEANT: “Then we already have the inner biopsychological equipment to move on?”

LEARY: “Sure we do. We all have an extra-terrestrial aspect or side. Anyone who really had a true inner vision during the 60s knows it, has seen it . . . and touched it. It was always inevitable we should have to leave the planet, so why fight it? Let’s just lay back and dig it!”

BAGEANT: So many people in this country have just discovered the land, ecology, etc. Such a stark look upward might be a little scary for some.”

LEARY: “Space migration should not scare anyone, especially Americans. Every American is a descendant of immigrants who in turn were part of some larger migratory chain. The main difference is that we’ve come a long way from creaky little wooden ships.”

BAGEANT: “So far, most of the space projects have been the exclusive area of the government. How do they feel about SMIILE?”

LEARY: “Naturally they are against it. So is big business … which leaves it up to the private sector. But at least they aren’t conspiring against it — they aren’t hip enough to do that — since they are still hung up in ancient mammalian territorial monkey games which force them to fight rather than respect the limitations of the planet. They spend more money fighting over the old world than it takes to build new ones. Meanwhile, many of the 60s consciousness mutants have come out of their cocoons of internal travel and are pushing outwards toward external progress.  Let’s forget about astral travel and do some real traveling. Outer space is up for grabs.”

BAGEANT: “Any thoughts or observations on the way things have developed since your incarceration, or while you were ‘out’ so to speak? What about the system in general?”

LEARY: “Well, even though I have gone through prison at the hands of the system, I still feel that, as Americans, we are light-years ahead of the rest of the world — and have more REAL freedom than any place else on earth. Freedom is the capability to change things — more of it now than ever before. Spiritually, the country took a downer about the time of the Kennedy assassination, but now we’re getting our hope back, building up a new wave. The 60s mutants are everywhere. Right now there are two great forces at work on the face of this globe: mass centralization, as in China, which breeds insect suspicion, and the American self-realization movement towards individuality and self-improvement. What is at stake here is the future of the human race, so we are playing hard ball playing for keeps.”

BAGEANT: “What about the hippies who retreated back to the soil, or embraced Eastern doctrines?”

LEARY: “Too many of the 60s crowd seem to be just fossilizing or sitting around. They got hung up in the Eastern doctrines such as Hinduism, which are pre-scientific and incapable of producing the kinds of results we now need. ‘Lay back and be here and now’ type solutions not only don’t work, they are boring as hell. They were designed to placate people into waiting for Messiahs which never seem to come. We’ve got to do the job ourselves or it won’t get done.”

BAGEANT: “What do you think about the possible new life form they’ve found on the moon? The one that doesn’t move or breathe, but gives off excreta?”

LEARY: “Sounds like they have found Republicans to me.”

BAGEANT: “Speaking of politicians, any thoughts on Carter?”

LEARY: “With the election of Carter, we are seeing the blossoming of the 60s in the White House. I think he will be one of the greatest Presidents we’ve ever had, though I may be wrong and look like a fool five years from now. But he has every chance of it.”

BAGEANT: “You might not have to wait five years to look like a fool, considering the way some of the media portrays you.”

LEARY: “The media tells the middle class exactly what it wants to hear, so that they in turn will listen to the media. So actually, it only excommunicates a closed-off group of people who are plugged into a cycle which would never allow them to conceive of what I’m about anyway.”

BAGEANT: “Do you have anything to say in general to persons waiting for signals?”

LEARY: “Yeah. Change, change, change, change. Keep mutating, keep molting. Go faster, go higher, get better. Follow the genetic imperative to learn and go forward. We are the nation with the vision and the equipment. So, let’s go do it!”

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Commonly held as the notion is, Timothy Leary is not burned out. At least not in the bombed-out brain cell sense of the word. Moreover, he is not even as crispy round the edges as your average rock star, and this new Leary seems more logical than the famous acid outlaw of years ago.

The difference in the two Learys (though this is not an entirely fair division) looks to be this: The old Leary sent back signals from deepest intercellular space, reached and perceived via acid, while the current one gathers his signals from the macrocosm, relying on the cold, clean accuracy of his own sort-system. Given that the general direction of his intelligence has always run along academic lines, it seems natural he should wind up depending upon his own intellectual machinery. True to the Leary form, he’s determined to reach the farthest limits it will take him, even to the point of fulfilling the Moody Blues musical claim that “He’s on the outside looking in.”

Considering the contemporary cultural legend Tim Leary represents, only the most naive would fail to see there is more to it than his early endorsements of acid, or the small quantity of weed which sent him into exile and later to prison. Others have done those same things without becoming famous or pulling as much time as Leary has. Leary’s legal crimes were just a technicality of the real crime.

What lies at the heart of the matter is the symbolic/conceptual crime he committed when he publicly violated middle-class taboos through the national media. Since the middle-class home is always ripe for a nice titillating, shocking infraction of their values, and since the news is always looking for someone to star in the 9 o’clock line up — Leary was a natural for the part. Along with other players whose crimes were entertaining enough to make them suitable for mass consumption: William Calley, Patty Hearst, Manson, Speck, Cleaver (usually through crimes more brutal than Leary’s).

What is fascinating and unique about Leary’s though is the fact that his crime was, and still is an ongoing process — instead of a one-time affair. His consciousness is still expanding far outside the realms of the national sensibilities. He won’t have to kill anybody or repeat a bank robbery or hawk the rights to his memoirs as quickly as possible, in order to retain future identity. Instead, he has chosen to claim the future as part of HIS identity. Now THAT’S an expanded consciousness.

Concerning the Leary/Stool Pigeon Charges:

Timothy Leary was released amid widespread rumors that he bought his way out of prison by turning in some of his former cohorts from the old acid days. Since the print media has already mined the subject thoroughly, without producing any hard evidence to support these allegations (or even the source of them in most cases), we have purposefully avoided generating more copy on the subject. Leary’s answer to the charge is a challenge to: “Produce one single person who has been indicted or convicted by anything I’ve told the government.” To date, no one has.

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