I walked under his silent gaze for months before I was told of his presence. The road I walk or run on is right under his nose, but for me too close to see. It is when you get some distance that this spirits presence shows itself, or perhaps it is only when you are ready to acknowledge him.
When I look at this mountain I am inspired to believe the unusual forces which guide me, guide any who are willing to listen. I see silent strength, and a protective energy, so much more than a face. Of course as I worked over in my mind where to slot his image into my blog, I had many thoughts about what to say. I’m not really a tourist, not really a world traveller, not really someone who just takes pictures to say I’ve been there. My whole life I have known my way of thinking is a little different from others. Well, ok perhaps it is a lot different, depending on who you are speaking with. But in my defence, I offer that were it not for those who think so differently from others, we would not have many of the great inventions of our time. Not that I can claim such a thing, however being unique is important I feel; what is the point of trying to be like someone else? Be inspired by them, yes, but be yourself always.
So this morning I woke up thinking about yesterday’s headlines, which brought me to this mountain. I’m not sure how I got back to the mountain, at least not at first, but in the end I can see my logic (even if others can’t). There have been many mornings in my life where I start with thoughts and ideas which seem to come out of the ether, and this was such a morning. This sentence forming itself in my mind before I was even completely awake:
“Gone are the days of the eloquent and inspiring speeches of leaders such as Martin Luther King, Che Guevara, Bobby Kennedy and JFK. Their speeches were meant to inspire the masses to join together in peaceful acknowledgement of everyone’s right to live well. Their brutal murders reminded us all what happens when we speak out for such truths. The documents justifying their deaths still buried under a mountain of lies.” ……I know who thinks of something like this immediately upon waking? I was a small child when all these deaths happened, witnessing at least one of them, and perhaps this is why I see the government as being just another word for Mafia. We are all victims of those terrible crimes – many of us sitting too close to see what was right under our noses. Or maybe, we are not all ready to yet face the reasons they had to die. After all facing some of these truths would make us question our whole way of life. As with the mountain, I wonder how much distance we have to have in order to understand we have the power to create the changes those men died for.
Today we have Trump and Trudeau (TNT), who fire off 30 second tweets to inspire us to………what??? In my opinion they only inspire fear, confusion and lack of trust. Yes, we have come a long way on the road to living in peace since the death of those strong leaders fighting for the rights of the people, haven’t we?……or not. Back then Russia was our biggest concern, and today? Well I think the list would be shorter if it was compiled of countries not to be concerned with. Sometimes to me if feels as if the whole world has a gun in their hand, ready to kill whoever disagrees with them.
I am wondering as I look at this mountain, what does it mean exactly to be the biggest most important country in the world? How many people of less fortunate countries did you have to step on to get to the top? What had to be destroyed to accomplish this great feat? How many are suffering so you can have so much control? What if we lived more with the earth, rather than demanding so much from her? Would we then demand less from each other as well? I feel a quiet strength from the mountain, it’s silence whispering in my ear to let go of all I thought was important. I believe in the mountain, it cannot lie or deceive, it just is, it’s quiet beauty telling a different story to each of us who take notice of it’s spirit.
We all find our way in our own time. Some of us have more reason to look deeper than others for the answers. But we find them when we are ready, and yes sometimes those answers were right under our noses all along. I wonder if the answers are just a consequence of our journey and not as important as we first thought. Did I need to see the mountain to feel it’s presence? Whether we acknowledge it or not, the truth is in each of us and in some way guides our steps. This is how I found myself here, although I am still searching for the many answers which have been buried in a mountain of lies. I have learned that finding those answers is not as important as realizing they are there. I may never learn the whole truth, but I have found the seeds of myself, my true self growing on this new path which I find myself on.
I realize I am different, think different, and perhaps behave strangely, so it’s ok if you disagree with me, or dislike what I say. Our differences are important, we can learn from them, as long as we accept rather than hate because of them.
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