
photo courtesy Clifford Chappell and The Farm Family Photo Archives
This post and the one that follows is an article/sidebar I wrote that recently appeared in Communities Magazine. Since it is behind a paywall there, I am publishing it here. This version differs from the printed version only in that I have repositioned the photographs and captioned them. The captions were cut from Communities due to space limitations.
Stephen Gaskin, the spiritual teacher who inspired The Farm (started in 1971 in Summertown, Tennessee), was also a major contributor to its dissolution as he gradually foundered in his role as our teacher/guru/guide/abbot. His weaknesses gave the whole community a shaky foundation, and his personal failings became more pronounced and consequential over time. I am writing this to give an account of his trajectory, as a cautionary tale for communities which are strongly influenced by charismatic individuals, whether they are formally recognized as “a guru” or not.
While some former Farm members have grown very cynical over his motives for starting the community, I believe he was sincerely trying to make the world a better place.
Stephen framed The Farm, and Monday Night Class before it, as “a teachers’ college.” “I don’t want you to venerate me,” he would caution us. “I want you to learn to do what I’m doing, ’cos there’s so much needs doing that I ain’t gonna be able to do it all… They call colleges where they teach people how to be teachers ‘normal schools.’ OK, we’re an ‘abnormal school,’ but that’s what this is about.”
It all began at a college—San Francisco State, where Stephen taught in the English Department, which was headed by S.I. Hayakawa, the renowned linguistics scholar who went on to become a Republican Senator.
By Stephen’s account, there was good news and bad news in his situation. The good news was that, if he stuck around, he would likely become the next head of the English Department. The bad news was that he felt guilty about being an unpublished author who was nevertheless teaching creative writing.
He started noticing that his favorite students were dropping out and moving to the Haight-Ashbury, so he went to check up on them, tried some of what they were having (LSD), and got his mind blown.
It wasn’t just the drugs—it was the cultural climate. He and his former students and a great many other people were reading everything they could find on subjects like Tibetan Buddhism, the Western Magickal tradition, and the implications of theoretical physics, not to mention general semantics, which Stephen, as a student of S.I. Hayakawa, must have known well. People were having long, intense discussions about what these sometimes abstruse texts meant in light of their psychedelic experiences—and for their everyday lives. Read the rest of this entry »


First of all, the guy is old and in poor condition. Men of his class have


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