(The following story was written last year to share with many that were remembering the 50th Anniversary of Woodstock. Niflaah and I went to the 30th anniversary held at the Griffiths Air Force base in Rome, NY. The 30th ended in a riot as prices were very high, numbers of portable toilets were unsufficient, hot shade and no shade on an airforce base. Today the search continues as we all want to escape the crumbling societies of today 2020.)
WOODSTOCK 1969
This was the starting line! The Garden was our destination! Our desire!
We were searching! Were you there too!
Was it us? A cry was coming from our hearts: “Where do I go to follow the rainbow? Where do I go to follow my heart? Where is that someone who can tell me why I live and die?” Those words were part of the song sung in the musical “Hair” of 1967. For some of us, those words meant something… somewhere, some place that we had to find, where we could be healed from the scars of a society and selfish life-style that was strangling us. So we searched long after Woodstock ended. We struggled through so much to touch that oneness we thought we had experienced at that time of our young lives. Communes, organic farming, and many more music festivals… For some of us, in fact, thousands, we joined communities that would eventually fall apart and disband. Do you remember those attempts of the 60’s and 70’s to live together?
“Then 49 years ago we found the way to stay together!”We in the Yellow Deli invite you to taste what we have found in our search. The Yellow Delis have multiplied and, we who serve in the Yellow Delis are growing in our love for one another. Love never disappoints, and endures forever! Come and see what many once dreamed about!
Why Did the Yellow Deli Flowers Not Fade with Time?
Woodstock’s 50th anniversary was not able to be held because the original Woodstock came up short of enduring love. So many of us from those days sought love. We cried out for it to fill our souls so that we could escape the futility of life. That love was poured out on the first Yellow Deli in Chattanooga, as anyone can see because of the fruit it has borne for almost 50 years now. The Yellow Deli people were at the 25th and 30th anniversaries of Woodstock, caring for people, offering the fruit of love to all who were truly searching for a life of love that would never die. But at the 30th Woodstock anniversary we saw greed and unbridled appetites clash, creating a riot of harm. The burning finale of that last “Woodstock” made the 50th impossible to be held.
Yet there will be a nation that blossoms springing up like “Yellow Daises” over all the planet. You see, once true Love is poured out in human hearts it can only grow, birthing that same love! Love needs a home. Love finds a way to be passed down from generation to generation. The dream of Woodstock faded over the 50 years, but there is still a people who had their beginnings back then and still persevere in our love for one another. Would not Love hear from her lookout, ready to reveal the secret to those who sincerely pleaded, “Where do I go to follow my heart? Where do I go to know why I live and die?”
When you find the answer to these questions, it is not hard to give up everything that would hold you back from realizing that dream, which is now a reality!
Love, the folks at the Yellow Delis
melevav-yd@twelvetribes.org
Thank you for reading!
Thank you so much for 599 of you viewing this little article! Right now the only news worth reading is what is coming out of our souls and hearts! I talked with a woman yesterday, the receptionist at our chiropractor’s office, and she said, “I lived in Boston in the late 60’s and early 70’s! My husband was a teacher at B.U.. Those days were so full of change, of conflict and of riots. I am weary of this but real change has to come! Some how it has to come!”
Keep listening!, Melevav