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| Interview with Nina Graboi (6/97)----- Part 1---Part 2 Nina died in December 1999 of lung cancer. She was five years older than me, and physically one of the most beautiful women I've ever known. Her soul yearned for freedom from the flesh and from the bondage of human emotions. A refuge from Hitler's invasion of Austria, an upper middle class society matron, a deep reader in Buddhist, especially Hindu and other mystical paths; she became an acquaintance and friend of Timothy Leary and Ram Das. She thought of her body as her "space suit", and her book, One Foot in the Future, is being used as a text book in a class in one of the first classes in psychedelic consciousness being given at a university in the United States I'm really not sure how much longer I'll be able to send out monthly programs, and I'm trying to bring you some of the best of the information in them. Many of the programs will be permanently accessible on-line soon. We'll send out the information how to do that as soon as it's totally arranged. Hundreds of interviews are now archived at University of California, Santa Cruz, special collections division at McHenry Library. As I slide into The Great Transformation we call death, Nina's spirit and mine feel closer and closer to a permanent bonding. I'm looking forward to being together again in the many different levels we explored as we walked in the woods, along the water of beautiful Monterey Bay, or took LSD together. Here it is. I expect to send out a music tape soon with some of my favorite singer/songwriter tunes. In the meantime, my Great Words of Wisdom from the doorway to you is -- for god's sake, don't take it all so seriously. We don't know what this mystery is all about or why we're here. Probably that would be one of the things that Nina and I would disagree about. We disagreed about lots of things; it was one of the charming bonds that held us together, the way a beautiful vine holds the timbers of an ancient shed. We loved each other -- I hope you will love her as well.
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