I knew nothing about the history of Woodstock when I made my first visit to the village in 1993 (except for the music and the hippies of course). My brother Anthony and I decided to take a day trip upstate to do some hiking and we wound up walking in the forest around town on a fair and calm, early autumn afternoon. When we came upon a circular clearing in the woods near the valley floor I felt an energy there so I asked my brother if we could stop for a moment to meditate. As I relaxed and went deep I found myself “between the worlds” in a full sensory vision viewing an event which had taken place within that very same circle several hundred years prior.
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