Here in America I saw the Supreme once as a Golden Purusha. Do you know where? In Woodstock. Near the end of 1964 I was meditating at Yerry Hill. There, with my naked human eyes, I saw my Supreme as the Golden Purusha. In the Vedas it is described. How beautiful and tall my Supreme was. He was running with me and holding a golden wand — like a magic wand. I was overwhelmed with light and delight. This kind of experience can never, never be forgotten.
MCY 86. Note: The hill's name was misprinted as "Cherry Hill" in the first edition.↩