1995-0000 Short Prose on Sahasrara Day, 1995 by Matt Malley, San Francisco from 1995-0000 Sudarshan, Spring Review (likely June 1995), Page 8

O-K so you jump on the airplane and you're flying out of San Francisco and you begin remember that you know. You really know.

And as you get near Cabella the silence inside you grows until it's louder than any of your problems abd you're reminded that[,] just like you have a hand, you have a kundalini and its undeniable.

Then after the puja, the only thoughts that come to you are the thoughts that make the flowers grow and as you survey the world from the top of your mountain, the only thing that you care to look at is the depth at which you love your Creator and the fearless ness that's been bestowed upon you is because there's no longer a doubt that you've been chosen.