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More Trippy Al

I wanted to continue the story on Al Hubbard - this guy just really interests me.

Here is from the wikipedia entry (which I am fairly sure did not exist when I first started to research Fall in One Day and early LSD history - so is Al becoming more known?)

Motion was said to be among Hubbard's passions. His identity as "Captain" came from his Master of Sea Vessels certification and a stint in the US Merchant Marine.

According to some accounts, Hubbard worked at various times for the Canadian Special Services, the United States Justice Department, the United States Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives and the Office of Strategic Services, or OSS.[1]

Having read in a scientific journal about the then-obscure drug LSD-25, Hubbard felt this was something that he was destined to learn more about and to be involved with. Hubbard found a researcher who was conducting reported experiments on LSD with rats. He was able to obtain some LSD for himself. He believed in its utility for opening the human mind to deeper, broader vistas.

The confident and connected Al Hubbard requested Dr. Humphry Osmond's company for lunch at the Vancouver Yacht Club. Osmond and his colleagues were using the drug, as well as the similar substance, mescaline, in psychiatric research and treatment at Weyburn, Saskatchewan. Osmond later recalled that the Yacht Club "was a very dignified place, and I was rather awed by it. [Hubbard] was a powerfully-built man...with a broad face and a firm hand-grip. He was also very genial, an excellent host."[4] "Captain Hubbard" was interested in acquiring some mescaline, which was then still legal, and Dr. Osmond supplied him with some.

By the time Timothy Leary and his colleagues were experimenting with psychedelic drugs in the psychology department of Harvard in the early 1960s, Hubbard had obtained a supply of Sandoz LSD. Hubbard went there to meet Leary and wanted to swap some LSD for some psilocybin, the synthesized constituent of magic mushrooms identified, and then produced, by Switzerland's Sandoz Laboratories.

The Central Intelligence Agency grew out of the post-War OSS, which was reputed to be one of Hubbard's employers. Under the auspices of MK-ULTRA the CIA regularly dosed its agents and associates with powerful hallucinogens as a preemptive measure against what was alleged to be the Soviets' own chemical technology, sometimes with disastrous results. It is possible that Hubbard had some links with the CIA. But Humphry Osmond doubts that Hubbard would have been associated with a project like MK-ULTRA, "not particularly on humanitarian grounds, but on the grounds that it was bad technique."[4]

"I was convinced that he was the man to bring LSD to planet Earth,"[4] remarked Myron Stolaroff, who was assistant to the president of long-range planning at Ampex Corporation when he met the Captain. Stolaroff learned of Hubbard through a mentor, philosopher Gerald Heard, a friend and spiritual mentor to Aldous Huxley.

According to Todd Brendan Fahey, Hubbard introduced more than 6,000 people to LSD, including scientists, politicians, intelligence officials, diplomats, and church figures.[5]


So fascinating - and yes, of course MK Ultra is mentioned - all you conspirator folks, but on your aluminum hats. I'll be posting something about that too.


Captain Al - the original captain trips

Well - in my defense, I did go on holidays.

But yes, I do want to get going on sharing some interesting stories that were the backdrop of my novel, Fall in One Day.

 I guess I should finally let some cats out of the bag to say that this book is going to be published within the next year. (cue the huzzahs, even if they are just mine.)

So more in a longer and future post (oh, promises, promises)... but to begin with, Captain Tripps. As I researched and read books on the early history of LSD, I came across a multitude of fascinating characters. 

Let's start with this guy: the Johnny Appleseed of LSD.

Captain Al Hubbard

The stout crew-cut figure riding in the Rolls-Royce was a mystery to those who knew him. A spy by profession, he lived a life of intrigue and adventure befitting his chosen career. Born dirt poor in Kentucky, he served with the OSS (the CIA's predecessor) during the Second World War and went on to make a fortune as a uranium entrepreneur. His prestigious government and business connections read like a Who's Who of the power elite in North America. His name was Captain Alfred M. Hubbard. His friends called him "Cappy," and he was known as the "Johnny Appleseed of LSD."

The blustery, rum-drinking Hubbard is widely credited with being the first person to emphasize LSD's potential as a visionary or transcendental drug. His faith in the LSD revelation was such that he made it his life's mission to turn on as many men and women as possible. "Most people are walking in their sleep," he said. "Turn them around, start them in the opposite direction and they wouldn't even know the difference." But there was a quick way to remedy that--give them a good dose of LSD and "let them see themselves for what they are."

That Hubbard, of all people, should have emerged as the first genuine LSD apostle is all the more curious in light of his longstanding affiliation with the cloak-and-dagger trade. Indeed, he was no run-of-the-mill spook. As a high-level OSS officer, the Captain directed an extremely sensitive covert operation that involved smuggling weapons and war material to Great Britain prior to the attack on Pearl Harbor. In pitch darkness he sailed ships without lights up the coast to Vancouver, where they were refitted and used as destroyers by the British navy. He also flew planes to the border, took them apart, towed the pieces into Canada, and sent them to England. These activities began with the quiet approval of President Roosevelt nearly a year and a half before the US officially entered the war. To get around the neutrality snag, Hubbard became a Canadian citizen in a mock procedure. While based in Vancouver (where he later settled), he personally handled several million dollars filtered by the OSS through the American consulate to finance a multitude of covert operations in Europe. All this, of course, was highly illegal, and President Truman later issued a special pardon with kudos to the Captain and his men.

Not long after receiving this presidential commendation, Hubbard was introduced to LSD by Dr. Ronald Sandison of Great Britain. During his first acid trip in 1951, he claimed to have witnessed his own conception. "It was the deepest mystical thing I've ever seen," the Captain recounted. "I saw myself as a tiny mite in a big swamp with a spark of intelligence. I saw my mother and father having intercourse. It was all clear." Hubbard, then forty-nine years old, eagerly sought out others familiar with hallucinogenic drugs, including Aldous Huxley, the eminent British novelist who for years had been preoccupied with the specter of drug-induced thought control.

In May 1953, less than a month after the CIA initiated Operation MK-ULTRA, Huxley tried mescaline for the first time at his home in Hollywood Hills, California, under the supervision of Hubbard's friend, Dr. Humphry Osmond. "It was without question the most extraordinary and significant experience this side of the Beatific Vision," Huxley wrote in his famous essay The Doors of Perception. Moreover, "it opens up a host of philosophical problems, throws intense light and raises all manner of questions in the field of aesthetics, religion, theory of knowledge."

Here is the full article



About to get trippy

As mentioned in my last post, the focus of woofreakinhoo will be shifting over the next while.

Those who have visited the blog (or had coffee with me) know that I worked on a book that had a certain quirky history behind it - that being the history of the drug LSD. Stay tuned to this blog for more info about that book - but first let me tell about the shift.

Over the years, I've researched and read a lot about LSD. Um... why? Well, it turns out that my hometown in Saskatchewan was the first test-site of using LSD for therapeutic purposes. I sort of knew some of this story growing up, or had heard hints of it. But it was only about 5 or 6 years ago that I really started researching the history. Continually, all roads led to Weyburn.

But I digress, or maybe get ahead of myself.

What I plan to do over the next few months is gather some stories, videos, (songs and ditties?), that I came across in my research.

First up is the original Captain Tripps... in the next post.

Welcome to the new dreamy woofreakinhoo


It's been a long road back

Back to the blog, and back to other things too. If you have been visiting woofreakinhoo lately, you will have noted my absence. Chances are, not many of you have been visiting - and that's ok, because I haven't had much to say.

But I wanted to let you know that there is some news coming - exciting stuff - that I will post about very soon. And that announcement will ressurect this blog to it's old glory.

Glory? Well, how about I'll just start posting again. The new blog will shift the focus a bit.

Stay tuned to twitter (cterlson), or just come back and visit. I know, I know, I've said this before... but this time it's for reals.



As in a tumbleweed slowly goes across the screen.

Quiet. Too quiet out there Ricco.