Dominating the world of Men and rising to the skies, The Mountain symbolizes in most cultures, the proximity of God. The clouds surrounding its top also convey its mystery and inaccessible nature. There is a considerable list of sacred mountains in which God revealed himself to men (Fujiyama, Sinai, Carmel, Olympus, etc).
Because of this, many pilgrimages are directed towards sacred mountains. In Japan for instance more than 200 000 pilgrims climb the Mont Fuji every year and in Pre-Colombian Mexico, The Rain God Tlaloc, was reverenced at the top of the Mountain of the same name.
In Christian iconography, the judge of the end of the times is often pictured as sitting on a mountain of clouds. All other mountains are flattened – which illustrates the end of pagan worship. It is also no coincidence that in the times where missionaries went to convert the people of central Europe, certain high places were considered as the dwelling of malefic sorcerers. There’s a parallel in the Tibetan cultures where it is said that bad spirits, called the Khadomas, constantly travel about in the height of mountains and incarnate in the form of women that try to disturb holy men.
Now you take the floor, what do you associate with the mountains?
Awe…
Lugares sagrados! “Boa Gente”! portais para outros mundos!
Paz!imensidão!
I associate them with big obstacles..They don’t let you see what’s behind them.
I associate Challenge, Persistence, Strong will and tolerance. Accumulating small steps that lead to the top.
Love … Hanan
A quiet sanctuary amidst the clouds.
retos, naturaleza, excursión,… me temo que la mayoría de las pocas montañas a las que he subido han sido más simbólicas que otra cosa. Y las otras, han sido en excursiones y viajes…
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challenges, nature, hiking, … I fear that most of the few mountains to which I uploaded have been more symbolic than anything else. And others have been on trips …
CHAPTER V
DISCIPLES OF YORE AND THEIR CONTEMPORARY EMULATORS
The incidents connected with the admission of a disciple by a mystic teacher, the first years of his novitiate, the tests imposed on him, the peculiar circumstances in which spiritual illumination dawns upon him, might in many cases supply the material for a most curious novel.
Hundreds of such wonderful stories, either ancient or of recent date, handed down by oral tradition, written in the biographies of famous lamas or even told by living witnesses, are circulated all over Tibet.
Translated into a foreign language, read in countries whose customs, thoughts and physical aspect are so different from those of Tibet, the charm of that strange ” Golden Legend ” largely vanishes. But when told with the pathetic accent of a believer, in the chiara oscura of a monastic cell or under the rocky ceiling of a cave-hermitage, the very soul of Tibet reveals itself in all its mystic powerful originality, athirst for occult knowledge and spiritual life.
I shall, first, tell briefly the fantastic and symbolic story of Tilopa’s initiation. Though he himself was a native of Bengal and never crossed the border of Tibet, he is considered as the spiritual ancestor of one of the most important of the “Red hat” sects, that of the Kagyudpas.
I may add, by the way, that it is in a monastery of this sect that the lama Yongden began his novitiate at the early age of eight.
Tilopa is seated reading a philosophic treatise when an aged beggar woman appears behind him, reads or makes a pretence of reading a few lines over his shoulder and asks him abruptly: ” Do you understand what you are reading?”
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Tilopa feels indignant. What does this witch mean by putting him such an impertinent question? But the woman does not allow him the time to express his feelings. She spits on the book.
This time, the reader jumps up. How can that diabolical wretch dare to spit on the Holy Scriptures?
In answer to his vehement reproaches, the woman spits a second time on the book, utters a word that Tilopa cannot understand and disappears.
Strangely enough, that word which was nothing to him but an unintelligible sound, yet suddenly calmed Tilopa’s anger. An uncomfortable sensation spreads all over his frame. Distrust, doubt of his knowledge arise in his mind. After all, it may be true that he has not understood the doctrine expounded in than treatise, or any doctrine whatever, and that he is but an utter ignoramus.
What did that strange woman say? — What word has she pronounced that he has not been able to catch? He wants to know it. He feels that he must know it.
And so Tilopa started in search of the old woman. After much wandering and exertion he found her at night in a solitary wood (others say in a cemetery). She was seated alone, her ”Red
(It must be understood that the strange woman is a dâkinî. Tibetans call them Khadoma, but in mystic terminology they often use the Sanskrit name dâkinî or its abbreviation dâkî. These are a kind of fairies who play a great part in mystic lamaism, as teachers of secret doctrines, and are styled “mothers.” They often appear in the shape of an aged woman and one of their peculiar signs is that they have red or green eyes. There are two kinds of Khadomas: The spiritual ones who do not belong to our world and are called ” Khadomas of wisdom,” and the Khadomas who, either incarnated as woman or not, belong to our world.)
eyes shining like live coals in the darkness.”
In the course of the conversation that followed, Tilopa was directed to go to the Dâkinîs’s land, in order to meet their queen. On the road, dangers of countless kinds awaited him: abysses, roaring torrents, ferocious animals, delusive mirages, ghastly apparitions, hungry demons. If he allowed himself to be overpowered by
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fear, or missed the narrow, thread-like path winding across that terrible region, he would fall a prey to the monsters. If, driven by thirst or hunger, he drank at the clear springs or ate the fruits hanging at hand on the trees by the road, if he yielded to the fair maidens inviting him to sport with them in pleasant groves, he would become bewildered and incapable of finding his way.
For his protection, the woman gave him a magic formula. This he must repeat all along the road, keeping his mind entirely concentrated on it, uttering no word, listening to nothing.
Some believe that Tilopa actually achieved the phantasmagoric journey. Others, better informed regarding the various experiences that may be undergone during certain peculiar states of trance, see in it a form of psychic phenomena.
Anyhow, Tilopa saw the countless frightful or alluring sights, he struggled across steep rocky slopes and foaming rivers, he felt himself freezing amidst snows, scorched on burning sandy steppes, and never departed from his concentration on the magic words.
At last, he reached the castle whose bronze walls were glowing with heat. Monstrous gigantic females opened wide mouths to devour him. Trees, with branches holding weapons, barred his way. Yet he entered the enchanted palace. There innumerable sumptuous rooms formed a labyrinth. Tilopa wended his way through them and reached the queen’s apartment.
There was the beautiful fairy seated on her throne adorned with precious jewels, and she smiled at the daring pilgrim as he crossed the threshold.
But he, unmoved by her loveliness, ascended the steps of the throne and, still repeating the mantra, wrenched from her the glittering jewels, trampled under foot the flowery garlands, tore away her precious silk and golden robes, and as she lay naked on her wrecked throne, he violated her.
Such conquests of a dâkinî, either by sheer violence or by magic devices, are a current theme in Tibetan mystic literature. They are an allegory referring to the realization of truth and to some psychic process of self-spiritual development.
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I’ll answer for The Mountain later, but indeed, there is no coincidence…
Love.
My mom always told me that demons love high places because they make them feel powerful even when they are not.
I grew up at the foot of a very interesting mountain, Mt. San Jacinto. It has a very odd phenomenon. From a certain place in my hometown (known as Angel View) at a certain time of day (around 10AM) in the Spring there is a very clear image in the shadows of the mountain of a winged angel on its knees. Later in the day, on another part of the same mountain is another shadow, also very clear, of a witch with a pointy hat on a broomstick.
Growing up I was always able to see the witch, but never the angel. People would always point it out to me but I could never see it. I never did see it until I saw a video of it someone posted on YouTube.
love
Where I’m from in Caracas we have one big beautiful mountain called the Avila and somehow I always took it for granted; when I lived in New York, (probably the flattest place you could ever live in) the thing I missed the most was that mountain, I understood its meaning when I was far away: it’s a breathing space, mountains connect you to your soul when you’re at the top, I imagine it’s the view God has of us, you experince a different perspective of the world and there is always something magical about a higher point of view.
The mountain may be climbed. It is a matter of choice. A person can live and die in it’s shadow without ascending. If curious one can climb to see what’s at the top…climb being the key word. The climb will be hard. In England maybe two hours of effort will be required to get to the top, and the climber will sweat, pant for breath, thirst, maybe get sunburnt, or more likely drenched to the skin.
What is at the top, and what is there at the end of the day? At the top you will find you have raised yourself by your own efforts, no one else’s, above everything else in your life.
For me, at the moment of ascent there is nothing greater than the feelings that flow through and about me…I know I am priviledged to be somewhere special where I can simply let go of what is known for ‘reality’ and transcend to a simple state of ‘being’. The small matters and the dross that calls itself the stuff of life are left way down there with the small trees, distant lakes, isolated barns, pastures, and out-of-sight towns. Up here there is space to allow the soul to meditate freely with the soul of the universe. From my vantage point I know that if I continue to learn how to encapsulate a fraction of ‘being’, to bring down from the mountain summit and breathe it every day hence then in time I will understand how to read a grain of sand.
As for the symbolism associated with mountains, and their association with pilgrimmage, I find this nothing less than natural and obvious. The Mountain, The Desert, The Arctic…these are special, magical places in harmony with the soul of the universe, places that have a past that extends back beyond countless generations, and the promise of a future. That Sinai, for example, is ’special’…is it simply because it happened to be the place where history happened to be made?
El Shadai
I grew up in the mountains of Colorado and so I immediately associate a sense of home when I think of mountains. The mountain is where I played, prayed, and is my first sense and remembrance of God.
The sound of the wind was a constant and I could hear it blowing in the tops of the Aspen and Pine trees. God’s presence always seemed near and I continue to find comfort in the metaphor of the mountain.
I now live on a small mountain and have a view of a much bigger mountain, Mt. Hood. Mountains remind us that there is more than our small view. They provide a place for us to grow.
I just returned from a week long vacation/pilgrimage in the desert in Sedona, Arizona. I climbed the desert mountains and what I associate with it is reverance, feeling the power of the wind flow through my body, fingers, and eyes. That’s what I associate.
Mountain - solid, deserve respect, landmark
The Superstition Mountains, called Ka Atak Tami, when the Indians named it, meaning; “The crooked top mountain”, has been the source of many stories and tales about Gold hidden somewhere among the forbidden peaks located in the American Southwest. The Apache Indians still regard the Superstition Mountains as sacred, and the Pima Indians would never, never go onto Superstition Mountain. They believed the Thunder God stayed in the mountains and an evil one, named Hauk lived behind Superstition Mountain. Stories from the Native Americans how they feared this mountain, were thought to be superstitious, hence the name Superstition Mountain.
Legends say there is a secret Gold cave hidden in the mountains, possibly the fabled lost Aztec Treasure, which might was transferred to this mountain on the edge of the Sonoran desert. The Apache Indians knew it first, and might have a secret shrine of Gold, which they guard well. Many treasure hunters have been searching for this mysterious Gold. However, there is said to be an Apache curse that protects the Gold. A sacred burial ground is said to be in the mountains, protected by an Apache god. Whoever trespassed were killed. Over the decades some of the missing miners have later been found decapitated with their heads cut off. The Apaches used to believe that if your head isn’t connected to your body, your soul can’t pass into the spirit world.
Indians believed each person should only take as much gold as one needs at one time in your life. Every person who succeed in finding the gold mine and took more gold than he or she needed at that time in life, would suffer forever to roam the Earth, enslaved to their executioner. The Gold rush. Tens of thousand people tried to find the Gold in the Superstitions. The legendary Lost Dutchman, Jacob Waltz in 1874 found gold for nearly $70 000, he took back to Phoenix. The Apaches decided to hide their Gold mine in 1882, and Jacob Waltz died before he could give anyone a map where the secret of the mine’s location was revealed. It went with him to the grave. Many white prospectors have invested everything they owned into expeditions to the Superstition Mountains. People flocked to the Superstitions in droves. There has been searches for hidden crystal skulls there and fortune hunters have had an obsession to find this famous lost Gold mine. Many was never seen alive again. The hidden fortune has never been found. However, the Dutchman said he found gold there. It could happen again!
I come from a city rounded by mountains. So if I see mountain it feels like home to me.
On the other side a mountain is kind like of a goal. Man only can get on its peak after a hard work. And then on the peak man can enjoy the pleasure of the achievement.
love
Amanda
olá, sr. paulo coelho! fico admirado de ver como a internet diminui a distancia entre as pessoas. poder mandar uma mensagem diretamente para uma pessoa que influenciou minha percepção do universo é de imensa satisfação! de todas as suas obras, li “o alquimista” e “as walkirias”. gostei muito de “o alquimista”, para mim é uma critica sugerida. quanto a sua pergunta, eu não sei se eu associo montanhas com pirâmides, ou piramides com montanhas. eu acho que pirâmides são montanhas “artificiais”. é a minha associação.
obrigado pela atenção!
Of course I think is one representation of the so called”axis mundi”,a possible way to get near God,a sort of lader,because connects earth -sky,spiritual -human.Than,in my simple life,I remember the powerful sensation of freedom while I was in a trip,and I get almost in top of a mountain.The houses and noise so far bellow,make one feel like being out of time.The peace felt over me.I think the legends soared for a good reason.Also,with great pleasure I remember lots of stories regarding house of gods.Like the greek legends of Olymp,or the the ancient misterious people living in Toscana,who worshiped gods of thunder ,invoking them on the mountains during storms.Even Shambala is placed near mountain.Not to forget your great book that I enjoyed read,”The fifth mountain”.Bye,Love
Solitude.
I associate mountains, or rather being at the top of a mountain with success. From the bottom, they look like obstacles which need to be scaled to reach the top/your destination.
I climb mountains, sometimes very high mountains, and I do not feel that I am in the company of demons at high altitude… on the contrary, I feel closer to God. And dear Lia, the obstacles are there to be overcome, so that we may see what lies on the other side…
Love, and climb into the light, Paul
Physically climbing a mountain is an experience. Usually mountains have a streak of beauty and mystery surrounding it. In my home town there is a Hill which is located in a beautiful surrounding. Climbing this is an experience in itself. It will really touch every aspect of our existence.
Mountains - the Earth’s stamp unpon the world in stark visible terms… but also as Pepper said, “a sanctuary amongst/above the clouds”. I grew up in the flat Fenlands of East Anglia… mountains were thus about diversity, variety and the unknown or things which are hidden… rather than transparency or monotony as Fenlands could feel like. Climbing up a mountain is not to conquer in my books,as it can be made to feel, but to aspire and glimpse the spirituality of Earth in its grandeur and profound simplicity.
It would always amaze me when after climbing that mountain for so long, some could turn around and head back down without moments of reflection… :o)
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=9w7Ki74Xa84&feature=related
Music is the best way to express feelings….
Thank you, dear Wanbliska for your story [today I read in the newspaper that Dalhai Lama is in Paris, in protest for China and the Olympic games. A chance to meet him??] Thanks to all of you, my friends, for sharing your thoughts.
In Cyprus the highest peak of our mountains is called Olympus!!I do not think that…Gods have a special place as a House…He is everywhere and mostly in our Hearts.
LOVE, THELMA
A mountain signifies beauty, challenges, strength, will, steadfastness–but not immovability.
Here in India also there are suchlike scred mountains,most remarkable among them are Kedarnath,Badrinath and Amarnath, though most of the mountains in India are considered to be sacred by the Indians traditionally. A huge number of pilgrimages gather in these places annually(And a very unfortunate massacre took place in one such temple on a mountain in Himachal Pradesh).All these mountains and caves of those mountains contain a number of ancient historical evidences and most of the time these cave-paintings represent some ancient deities.thus whenever it comes to mountains I think all of us all tend to think about something mystic and spiritual.
I Live in beautiful Canada and am very lucky to have the mountains here with very big National Parks. My experience with Jasper National Park and the mountains is that I go there to find answers in my life. I find they are the most energizing things for me on this planet. As soon as I am there and breath the crisp air my mind relaxes and I spend a lot of time thinking and have got many answers I have been looking for. It’s the beauty and energy that feeds me. I guess they are like my pilgramages, there is no place on Earth I feel more like myself, like I am home.
Paulo
Taino Mythology in Puerto Rico states that Yukiyu (The good Lord) lives in the highest Mountain in the island’s Rainforest (El Yunque). From there, he looked over his children and protected them from his mischievous brother Jurakan ( “Hurricane”).
That mountain top in El Yunque is covered with clouds and is very aw inspiring, amazingly beautiful…
I relate mountains to power, to protection, of peace and grounding. Mountains, to me are sacred places…
Receive my love, Paulo…
Women, Love and Peace.
when i was a little, my weekend activities were often climbing local mountains (small one) with my father. i did not think it as a challenge or obstacles. i simply enjoyed every aspect of it. there were certain points with great views. the sound of fallen leaves were also beautiful. some other mountains had beautiful beautiful streams. i liked the red maple leaf on beautiful aqua colored stream in autumn. i did not feel spiritual or solicitude though when i think back now, it might have been. at that time, i simply liked being in the mountains because i felt being surrounded with beautiful things. now being grown up, i associate mountains with challenge in life. but i really want to go back to my childhood. i do not want to think life is a challenge. i am tired. i just want to enjoy every aspect of my life and thank God.
love
I used to do rock climbing. and we used to go to the mountains with my teammates a lot. mountains mean strenth, desire to achieve something. in my country they say that only in mountains you can learn what the person trully is, because mountains dont forgive lies.
I don’t live anywhere near mountains, so on a trip to New Zealand last year one of the things I wanted to see most was a grandiose and slightly scary mountain and that’s what I got. I was in awe. They remind me of gentle giants. It really gave me perspective. It was the transcenic train journey from east to west. I recommend it!
Kathleen xxoo
In all countries, mountain is epiome of culture. In Indiadian sub-continent, Himalayas are the protectors. They are protecor from chilling siberian wind, and protected sub continent from invaders for centuries. It is also life giver. gange origin from himalayas and nourished the oldest surviving civilisation.
Himalayas are also the punisher. the Chilly winds and floods are capable of destruction and have destroyed towns and villages. It challenges humanity to unite in time of distresss. Its teacher of CIVILISATION.
Mountains represent trinity- the creator, the protector an the destroyer.
Dear Paulo,
I am so glad you are talking of Mountains. There is one special Mountain on this planet, in South India. He is called Arunachala. There is something intensely magnetic and majestically beautiful about this mountain. Many sages have made their homes in his caves, including Shri Ramana Maharishi.
They say this Mountain is Shiva himself. I visited the mountain town, Tiruvannamalai, about twelve years ago and I keep going back there as often as possible, once every year.
I have written a novel, ‘A Grasshopper’s Pilgrimage’, which is going to be published by Rupa, a publisher in India. The story is how a woman falls in love with the mountain. :)
As of now, it is being edited. I would be so so thrilled if you would agree to read it and give your comment.
I have a blog, which is called Mountain, please do visit. In fact, if you ever think of coming to India, you must come to feel the grace and the vibration of this mountain.
much love,
Grasshopper
Associo subir montanhas a persistência e constância de propósitos.
“Você deve passar pelo purgatório para chegar ao paraiso”.
Associo admirar montanhas a descanso e paz de espirito.
Moutains can be associated with anything. It is the height that matters in the world. It is associated with the peak, height, the length near to the sky, I belive that it is mostly associated with love. The symbol of “love” could be the best example one can associate the mountains with. It can also be associate witht he sucess and failure.
The failure is measured in the downfall or the lowest level of the mountain and the success could be measured as the top most level of the mountain.
Love is the best which can be easily associated with the mountains. When a two person is in love, either they climb up the hill and slowly if any one of the partner is not able to climb up the hill then it does not reach to the top of the mountain and none of them are able to reach to the place which is called “love stage”.
Either you climb up or you do not climb at all. Once both the partner are on the top of the mountain they are into the state called love stage. In this stage they cannot stay longer simply because they have to climb it down to the bottom of the mountain again. Therefore, love is just momentary state where it does not remain for longer.
It is not lust but similar to the sex where once a person is doing sex after that he will again come to the normal stage. Likewise, mountains can be associated with the love.
None of the two person can stay there on the top of the mountain simply because one is quite afraid of height or another is not willing to stay there for longer or some other alternative reasons. But once both the people can manage to stay on the top of the mountain that means they are truly in love and they do not care about what is goin on the below the mountain down to the village.
Just simply imagine that, there is a single traingular shaped mountain on the earth and there are villages down to the earth. Two person, either male or female or male or male or whatever who think they are in love now tends to climb the mountain. Slowly they start to climb the mountain and they find it very difficult. One person is trying to climb from one side and next is trying to climb from another side.
They can some how communicate in between these mountain but they do not know if other person is also climbing in the mountain or not. Because of their relationship is based on the mutual “trust”, they belive each other and start to climb the mountain from either sides.
Slowly they start to climb one person from one side and next from the another side. They face difficulties besides they trust each other and climb. This process is called as “rising in love”. When you are in love, most of the times people say that you are “falling in love” but once you are in love, I think you are rising in love.
Slowly you start to rise in love, in the big mountain you think you will reach to the top and assume your partner wil do the same but if there is lack of trust or feeling of not reaching to the top or not thinking that the person who is climbing from the other side will really meet in the top then in that condition the other person will not reach to the top.
When both the partner will not reach to the top, then they are not in love. And the mountain shows how difficult it is to be in love. But once when both the partners are in love, they will reach to the top and they will show that love is all what we gain at the top of the mountain.
El lugar más próximo a Dios por ser el lugar menos transitado por el hombre, tener aire puro y ser un lugar virgen.
Naturaleza pura,Sagrado, meditación, interiorización.
Monuments of the Earth element
work, work, work
Overcoming a goal
Strife
Victory
Solitude
Courage
A high point of view
Retreat from daily life
Beauty
Wildness
Unknown territory
I think of the mountains as where I will go to die. Ever since I heard that hypothermia is perhaps the kindest way to die, I have informed my nieces that when (or, I hope, IF) I become babbling and incontinent they must take me on a trek to the Himalayas and send me for a walk in the snow.
Ghastly, I suppose .. but when I read your association, I thought hmm, that’s like going to God .. and I don’t think He (or She, as the case may be) would appreciate my going there to dump my frozen body on Him.
Will have to rethink and find a more suitable place. And in the meantime, any chance of actually visiting the Himalayas is out, because my poor nieces would be scared witless, thinking I was suicidal and planning an early walk in the snow!
I do have one question, though, about your description “dominating the world of men” .. apart from its physical stature and solidity, how does a mountain dominate me? It is just there. I must go to it. It doesn’t come to me (unless my name is Mohammed, perhaps). The mountain does not impose on us, nor does it pose a threat, except sometimes. It does not dominate our lives as the seas or the sky do - and our lives are not in its hands as much as the sea or sky can force us to change our paths or plans, or wreak havoc or bring sustenance. So now you’ve got me thinking .. what aspect of nature most dominates every step of our individual lives? For me, I think it is the sky.
La montaña muchas veces puede representar el camino, a veces difícil, que tenemos que recorrer para alcanzar “nuestros” objetivos en la vida….los que realmente son para nosotros y para nadie más.
Un camino a veces dificil pero bonito, interesante y apasionante si sabemos andarlo siempre con ilusión, firmeza y amor y seguros de que ese…es el camino que me conviene y el que El ha diseñado en exclusiva para mí
From a distance mountains speak to me of strength and endurance, inspiring awe. Walking in the mountains I see them as cold, still and unyielding, inspiring fear.
The road to salvation is ascend
peaceful, cool, calm and slightly hard to breath. the mountains make my ears feel full and my imagination go wild.
Chegar ao topo de uma montanha, nos dá a sensação de vitória, realização e poder. Principalmente se a subida foi ingreme, demorada e exaustiva.
Claro, existe ainda a caminhada da volta. Mas como diz um velho ditado: prá baixo, todos os santos ajudam.
I associate mountains with journeys, sacred places of transformation and challenges that seem impossible, but are manageable with the courage and faith of a dreamer.
I love mountains I don’t know why!!
I live in a very plane area and I miss mountains and valleys.
I associate mountains with laughter, playing, singing (the hills are alive with the sound of music), running, rolling, green, grass, nature paths, climbing, fairys, flowers, peace, solitude, sunny, hope, freedom!!!
I like mountains of course, but I dont like standing on them I get scared
I associate them with the journey to success we want to achieve and keep. If we thought of a goal as a ball that we push over a mountain while we’re down at the bottom, it’s hard to make the ball reach the mountain’s summit. Although it’s hard, but the ball eventually reaches there. To keep the ball not moving is hard and this is how hard it is to keep one’s success at its place without letting the wind, the rain or any circumstances destroy this success. On the other hand, if our will power fails and the wind takes our little ball away, it falls very fast down the mountain and we have to rebuild our success from the bottom once more. Whenever I look at a mountain, I think of my current challenges in life and I say to myself I will push my soul high and keep it up there.
clean, fresh air; healing; freedom
Struggle and magnificent view.
When I see one, even a “tiny” hill… I very ofthen long to climb to the top. I like all of it - the top and the view, the walls of the mountain, the windling path and standing at the foot looking up. I was lucky to see a lot of them in France on my vacation. :-)
Strangely enough I never have dreams with mountains,
I mostly have dreams with water, streams, ponds and dams.
Yang, masculine, green and brown, nature & sensation, union of earth and sky, fire and water, 3, two faces and one hidden, shaman, grass and snow, fairy beings, mushrooms, rocks, wolves, old woman, trees but the more we climb, generally the more it’s free of to a better seeing but lack of oxygen, height, path & bridges, attention, pilgrimage, Mons philosophorum : spiritual ascencion to the top, or God’s houses (philosphic stone- good gold), eternity, mystery.
So wonderful…
Hasta la vista baby!
For me mountain = freedom and peace.
When I am on a top and look arround I like to take a deep breath. This is it, I arrived on the top, I have accomplished something. There is nowhere to go from here. The sky is near and I can see the things of the world in their right perspective. They are far, they are small, they are somewhat beautifull if you look at them from here. They can’t touch you anymore, they can’t hurt. the suffering is over. The reward is beauty and majesty. It makes you feel it was worth to get here. And yes, you can hear God’s voice a lot clearer. “Do you like what I gave you my daughter? Isn’t it lovely?” “Yes, Father, yes! It’s amazing! I can’t see You but what You have created is lovely. I think you are even more lovely then this!” I love mountains. I can talk to them. They have seen so much in their lives! I mean sooo much! Maybe they were once the bottom of the sea hosting lots of sorts of fishes, maybe they were once fields that fed thousands of living creatures. Now they are wise and talk only for those that have ears for hearing…