Dear Friends,
I am Lebanese, 36, brought  and bred on Woodstock 1969.It represents to me the zenith of our civilization inasmuch as what we have nowadays can be called  that.The people who were there are to me the Blessed, those that made the stand for all of us who were either too young or too far away to be there.To me, this event crystalizes the shining nature of human beings that can Love and make what Dante said in the last line of the Paradiso, that "Love that makes the universe turn round".The music of  Woodstock is the closest to the music of the Spheres ,as envisioned the philosophers of the Middle Ages, any single concert ever came close to.I would have liked more black music and Pink Floyd, but you can't get everything in life.I think very often of the two who were born there and wonder what they have become...and think that they are blessed to have opened their souls on earth to that of this music.
Please count my soul as one who wants the Woodstock site to remain faithful to the first festival as it is sacred ground, as much as Indian burying sites or churches, msques and synagogues.
God Bless you all,
Farid Khourchid

From: bedtimeforpaco@webtv.net (Devon Inglee)
Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 00:58:16 -0500 (EST)
To: liberty@woodstocknation.org
Subject: An open letter to the Eggink children (and family)

Hey now, my name is Devon and right now I'm living 25 min from Bethel. I have been fortunate enough to have gone to the sight since I was little enough to remember. My mother went to Woodstock, while my father was on a ship off the coast of Vietnam- or so the legend goes.... So for all it's worth I am a product of the psychedelic generation.... When I was sixteen I was lucky enough to attend the 25th anniversary- I felt the ghosts- 25 years ago maybe my mother- the woman whose chin I have, whose breasts, whose idealistic dreamy love of people- whose EYES  that stare
back at me (whose eyes stared back at her- that shade of grey) might have had.... My mother might have walked the same path I did-- maybe had met that same Rainbow guy- or perhaps HIS father?- had fallen asleep underneath the same stars that had so beautifully twinkled for me?  O, I felt those ghosts. But my mother does not go there any more- Nope- life seems to drag on her like the life she never wanted to live. So here I am- at the beginning of starting another life- another daughter sent to
visit the ghosts of her mom- and of her grandmother- alone- brushed aside by the Yuppies- what the hippies who never really expected it but gave in any way to the all-mighty buck--- what she as a person of my age never wanted- would not even go with me to the 30th anniversary at the
barn.... I actually made my way over to the "original"- on #30th- it was on a whim with my dear friends. We had already spent 4 days at the barn. At his party- it was so different- I saw OLD people- people who my mom turned into- dancing and singing and carrying on- before my eyes, their brand new designer tied-dyed looked old and weathered- soaked with the GHOSTS they left behind. Their tennis elbows somehow felt better, their golfing wrists  were attached to arms that hugged people they haven't seen in YEARS! or to people they hadn't ever met. And the Music--- But I will tell you it was so different- different for me because for the last few years I've adjusted to the way it was in 1994- we got kicked out and shit upon- but it was the way were brought up.... I left feeling sad-perhaps they were too afraid to go back any other way than this-So now I live on my own- trying to make things meet- trying to not forget the things I was brought up to remember-- Love and kindness, and open heart to all humanity- whether they are poor- or rich-  and to
remember the unity felt those summer nights when I was 2 or 6 or 13- to remember it was a good thing going our parents started- our job is keep on going.
Thank you for your time, and much love,
Devon
http://community.webtv.net/bedtimeforpaco/DevonsFirstFifteen

From: SHEL373@aol.com
Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2000 23:14:28 EST
Subject: Enjoyed the 25th and spent 9 days there!
To: liberty@woodstocknation.org
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Hi Woodstock Vets- It's Shelly & Greg and we had a wonderful time at the 25th with my son Jesse in attendance also. I remember waking up at 4AM to the sound of a song called "Living, Living, Living like Vermin".
It was a blast and I enjoyed working Security directing traffic. The cops were nice that year and the party was one free flowing love fest. We miss the Catskills and we will be back. Long live  the Woodstock Feeling wherever you may be.
 

Hi. My name is Sara Shaughnessy & I just found your website.  I attended the "Day in the Garden" at the site in August, and I was really disappointed to see what is happening there, and especially disappointed to read about some of the plans that Alan Gerry has for the site.   If you have a mailing list I'd like to be included.  I cannot stand by and do nothing while this beautiful, peaceful place gets transformed into an ampitheater, or an AMUSEMENT PARK, or whatever other stupid money-making venture the current owner plans to pursue.  Please let me help.
Thanks,
Sara

Return-Path: jmtd@warwick.net
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1998 20:18:49 -0400
From: Joe Dolan
Organization: Middletown Bible Students
To: liberty@woodstocknation.org
Subject: Peace

Hello friends,
It's Joe & Jean from Fair Oaks, N.Y.
We were here in '69 and we were there in '69. We've been to Bethel in August every year since and we'll see you all in the morning. Some years there were only a handful (the lean years) but we're looking forward to seeing all the friends over at the farm and appreciate that tickets weren't needed in '69 and that Peace and Love isn't something that you have to get your hand stamped for.
Two years ago we met two guys from Nashville. They bought a VW bug at a scrap yard for 40 bucks. They hung a plate on it and drove it to the field. No deck lid on it so it quit every time it rained and there wasn't one inch of paint left on it. It had a sort of custom rust job.
Droppin what you're doin' and getting to Woodstock, they said it was their first time there and they were wakin' up.
There were two young people from France there that year who had just finished high school and their mother had sent them to Woodstock because she had "been there" in '69 and she wanted them to experience that mega dose of Peace and Love for themselves. They were especially nice to hang out with for awhile. They were glowing taking it all in.
 Jean and I were walking in Muir  Woods just north of San Francisco (letting those redwoods do their thing) and we met a Mom and her daughter doing the same thing. She had been there in '69 and as she talked about the Peace and Love way back there you could tell that it was still fresh, real and that she wanted her daughters to go. They had
hiked a lot together but the mother's health wasn't great but her spirit was so refreshing.

Buzzwords in '69 - Peace and Love, needed now more than ever, and we hope to leave a little and take a little as soon as we get to the farm. A PREVIEW of the end result of peace and LOVE.

Close your eyes for a moment to the scenes of misery and woe, degradation and sorrow, that yet prevail on account of the sin, and picture, before your mental vision, the glory of the perfect earth. Not a stain of that sin mars the harmony and peace of a perfect society; not a bitter thought, not an unkind look of word; love, welling up from every heart, meets a kindred response in every other heart, and benevolence marks every act. Their sickness shall be no more; not an ache nor a pain, nor any evidence of decay - not even the fear of such things.

Think of all the pictures of comparative health and beauty of human form and feature that you have ever seen, and know that perfect humanity will be of still surpassing loveliness. The inward purity and mental and moral perfection will stamp and glorify every radiant countenance. Such will earth's society be; and weeping bereaved ones will have their tears
all wiped away, when thus they realize the resurrection work complete.
Revelation 21:4

Imagination---Imagine a peaceful nation. Hoping that Jimmy's dad and sister can make it up to the farm this year.

You'd think Zimmy would stop by one of these years and jam a bit, wouldn't ya?

See you all in a couple of hours.      Peace.
Joe & Jean

My name is Gary Delaney and I attended the original Woodstock concert in 1969 as an 18 year old recent high school graduate.  At the time I lived in Port Jervis, NY and thought I would take a ride up to Sullivan County to see what was going on.  I lost both of my friends almost immediately and drifted from campsite to campsite for days, living on the good graces of my fellow man.  Returning home, life went on.  I never returned to the
site despite being so near, but on the 20th anniversary, did so upon hearing estimates of the size of the crowd. (I was told 3,000-5,000 people.)  When the field came into view, I knew immediately that the assemblage was far in excess of that number. (More like 35,000).  One of the individuals doing stage announcements was fellow musician and
long-time friend Will Hoppey. That night, myself and several friends who had once been the Lucky Seven Blues Band took the stage and performed before that massed assemblage.  I have returned every year since that time, as has my son, my brothers, and several European acquaintances that I have introduced to the site.  To those who know me, my feelings re: the own of Bethel, Alan Gerry, Sullivan County, et al are well known.  To
those who don't, I have recently posted a letter to the Times-Herald record in Middletown which barring editorial interference, should be in the paper this week.

Joe Anderson, 1969 Woodstock Veteran

Aaron Kay, 1969 Woodstock Veteran

Hello... my name is Neil Miller... in 1969 I worked for Bill Graham
at the Fillmore East  and did stage security. My nickname then was
"muskrat"... and I was the stage announcer that did the New York Times report.
...Its been many years... at the singular event that shaped and
defined what we were and still are...  I'd like to hear from people
that where there... and worked at that time... Thanks!!  Neil KZEE31A@prodigy.com

Hello Woodstock Nation Family,
    My name is Jean Marlowe ( Mama Toker ). I live in western North Carolina. I believe that the original site of the Woodstock celebration is powerful and holy land.
   That field is the only spot in the world I have ever been to where everyone there was in a mind-frame of love, sharing, caring and brotherhood. Never have I experienced such a feeling of mass consciousness as the over 100,000 people on that field in the rain were all in smiles with love and peace in their hearts. There seemed to be an unending supply of food, water and peace amongst God's children.
   We awoke every morning to sounds of laughter and good cheer, and everyone you passed said "Good Morning" and shared a smile.
   There was no violence, no rudeness, nothing but kindness and joy to be experiencing the vibrational feel of love and goodness in that lowly field.
   In my opinion, there is no greater "Holy Ground" in America, than the sight where God's children came together in masses for peace, love and beauty. Everyone who visits that field makes a "joyful noise" unto our God and Mother Earth for the love and peace that flows in that spot.
   It is my undying prayer, that God and the forces that be, fulfill the needs of Abigail Storm and her family as they fight to retain the rights of the people of America to visit this awesome sight of great peace and love. My visit to that field changed my life for the better, it changed my teen-age daughter for the better and everyone from the state of North Carolina that traveled there with us has been changed and humbled by their experience at Woodstock.
 God save our holy ground. It gives us such hope.
  With love and humility,
  I am a believer in the Magic of the Field.
  Jean Marlowe (Mama Toker) Sunny View, North Carolina

The Woodstock Nation Foundation, Inc., does not advocate the use of foul language for the purpose of describing one's feelings, and we discourage such use of the language in your testimony, so as not to offend, or lead astray, little children who are reading our web site.
However, we recognize that there is a lot of passion involved in the protection of the right to gather of our own free will at the Woodstock site. We also happen to believe in free speech.

If you would like to share with others the spiritual experience you have had, which you attribute to the 1969 Woodstock Festival, and what happened there, as well as your reason for wanting the Woodstock Nation Foundation to continue its efforts to preserve the site for the benefit of the public, please
send it with love, in the care of this dove, and we'll share it with everyone.