We begin this final installment searching the roots of Woodstock’s mysticism, by seeking at least “a casual relationship” between Woo and Wee-ality by means of further Time Travel. So...back we to go to 1974 when, at the age of 18, I first encountered Robert Thurman at Amherst College. Here, having been forgiven his vows sufficient to marry and father a family, our “first Westerner ordained as Tibetan Buddhist monk” seemed momentarily critical of monasticism, while remaining formidably versed in . . .
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