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05:10:2006 Entry: "Stan : 'My 17 Years as an Unauthorized Jew' (The Good, section 4: Land Visions part 1: Floating Mountain)"

'My 17 Years as an Unauthorized Jew' (The Good, section 4: Land Visions part 1: Floating Mountain)

There is a beautiful mountain in southern Colorado which seemed to take on a transcendent quality when I first saw it. Our family was traveling to Cortez Colorado to see the ruins, 4 corners and go sight seeing in Utah. Traveling with my family on the road to Cortez I saw this certain mountain from the highway when I was about 14 years old. The image of this mountain seemed to follow me long after that trip and became a reoccurring dream.

The image of this mountain would rise into the air and hover above the landscape with foggy clouds under its base. A small group of people approached me and began to tell me about their lives. They had lived around that area of Colorado several hundred years ago and mostly they talked to me about their families, their friends and other people they knew. I told them that the mountain was beautiful. They wanted to make sure I understood that it was a sacred mountain, and then they invited me to walk on it.

This mountain returned repeatedly in my dreams and each time I would walk on the mountain I was able to go farther along its path. The path began in a green narrow valley before accenting on to the mountain where it floats in the air. A small river runs through this valley with lots of lush green trees and misty fog. When the path climbs onto the mountain there are beautiful grasses and small flowers making the mountain look very smooth. Continuing around the mountain there are more rocky outcrops and cliffs, causing the path to become narrow and dangerous, the path crosses the mountain in the shape of an infinity symbol.

Each time I had this dream I was able to walk farther along the mountain’s path, and I enjoyed walking on this path a great deal. Eventually I was able to cross over the narrowest and most dangerous part on this path, but the back side of this mountain turns into a low mound with trees and houses. At this point in the reoccurring dream I would walk around the houses and trees looking for the a way to return to the front of the mountain, but there was no way back. I was never able to return again to the beginning of the path, and these dreams came to and end leaving me in a place where I could no longer walk on the same path again.

By Stan @ 14:49 PM CST:05:10:06 ..::Link::..

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