A Woodstock experience1

In September or October of 1964, I was running in Woodstock, in a place called Yerry Hill. Believe it or not, my Beloved Supreme began running with me, right in front of me. He was holding a golden wand — like a magic wand. You can call Him my highest part or my separate part, but I was overwhelmed with Light and Delight. This was my first running experience in America. From this concert hall it is only half a mile to where I had that experience.


  1. RB 187. 26 July 1980. In first edition, the hill's name was misprinted as "Cherry Hill"