Climbing a mountain in Tibet

kenpodragon

Going into a dream ... I was sitting at the edge of a mountain in the country of Tibet. Making my assent into the cloud covered peak above. Seeking a destination my mind had not yet revealed to me. My hands ached from the bitter cold, as I gripped each rock and worked my way along what looked like some ancient path. The smell in the air was crisp, and pierced to my lungs with a spike of pain in each breath. Yet I moved on, ever closer to the destination I felt was only a few steps beyond. I came to a canyon in the mountain, and looked up into the crevice. There was a building, almost temple like in appearance. To my delight, there were steps before me and the remaining path would be easier then the ones behind. As I reached the top of the stone stairs, I was standing before a large wooden door. I could not help but marvel at the architecture of this building, and think of how difficult it must have been to build. I opened the door, as I could hear no one inside. As I walked in the echoing of each step traveled to all ends of the structure, and then back to my ears once again. I could not see anything, it was only lit as far as the door ways opening allowed it. "Hello" I spoke with a nervous voice, inside worrying what I might find. Nothing returned but my words, as they echoed into the distant darkness, I could not define with my eyes. I wondered why my mind was taking me to such a weird dream, why was I sitting in a building with no one but me. I set on the floor and waited to see what was coming next. It seemed like hours, and then suddenly I heard some human steps coming from the distance in the dark. It was a man, I did not know. He was dressed in what I would consider to be a Buddhist robe. Buddhist I thought, I am not Buddhist. Is this what my dream was trying to teach me, to become a Buddhist and maybe even a monk. The man spoke, "why would you think that?" To which I paused, "oh no, he can read my thoughts." I did not speak for a minute, and then the man spoke again, "you think you know what this is all about don't you, but I think you do not have it figured out at all." then he waited again, saying nothing and waiting for my response. I spoke, but my voice seemed a little quieter compared to how it normally sounds. "No, actually I know I am in a dream and I was just kind of wondering what this is all about. I saw you and it shocked me, as I am not Buddhist and yet here you are dressed like the ones I have always read and know about." The man then set on the floor, and I joined him looking face to face and wondering what I would happen next. He then spoke again to me, with a peaceful manner I enjoyed "You seek answers like most want, you want reasons for this and information on that. You travel to many destinations, and read books on everything. Do you not?" I nodded my head in agreement, as I knew what he said was correct. He then spoke again, "What have you learned though in all that you have read and all that you have examined in this life?" Oh I was eager to answer this one, I had all sorts of stuff I was thinking. I closed my eyes and organized all that I was going to say, and all the points I wanted to make. I figured this conversation was going to be a lively one, maybe even a little debate. Then I opened my eyes to give a response, and suddenly I realized I was alone in my home and the man and temple were gone. I thought, what a odd dream as I laid their in my bed, wondering what that was all about. ... As I woke the next day it dawned on me at once, what I was trying to tell myself. I left the Witnesses so many years ago, and in my exit to find a new life in this world. I have attended so many seminars, read so many books, I have friends who are Buddhist I speak too, Wiccan's, Shaman, Christian and even a couple of Pagan's. I speak to them often and I ask questions, and give answers in return. Yet in all of my searching and learning, it always seems like their is something far away that I am missing or hope I will find on another day. Yet the answers that I need, to make me feel good in this life, does not sit in some far away region on top of a mountain in Tibet. No the answers that I need, the thoughts that I want, are sitting in me. I know what is best for me, and what is best for my life. I know what I like, and I know what I need. So basically what I have learned in my dream, and maybe it will make sense to you as well, when you read this post. If you actually ask yourself a question from time to time, and think about the answers you have grown to learn in this life. You will see that you are not some pilgrim crawling along some ancient path of enlightenment, to answer to others in this life, but rather you are someone who had the answers inside with them all the time. My deep thought :) Dragon

nilfun

Cool dream...tho sometimes a centrifugal life must precede a centripedal one.

kenpodragon

Yes, but sometimes we have to tell ourselves when one has gone on to long without looking for the other to emerge.

My thought

Dragon

nilfun

Yes.

Reminds me of something I read once about the fairytale Rumplestiltskin.

Is spinning straw into gold impossible?

I used to think so.

Thanks for your posts, Dragon. I like reading them.

Satanus

I tend to agree w you both, kenpo and nilfin. It seems that people start their path looking outward. Only after discovering the limitations of that direction do they finally, in resignation, look inward. Only a few people are fortunate enough to have a teacher to start them on meditation at a yound age.

SS

Kenneson

Dragon,

Are you a blossing author?

Kenneson

Mispelled that word--should be blossoming.

kenpodragon

Are you a blossoming author?

Nope, I just like to write as a personal hobby. Technically though when ever we write anything, we are a author of our own words. So all who post are authors in this life, including yourself. So in answer to your question "we all are."

I hope it is okay to post my thoughts here, I never intend to offend or insult anyone.

Take Care

Dragon

Edited by - kenpodragon on 18 October 2002 18:52:47

Kenneson

By all means, continue to post, don't stop. I like your style of writing. That is how I view you--as an author in the making. Maybe someday, writing articles for a magazine or newspaper.

kenpodragon

Maybe someday, writing articles for a magazine or newspaper.

Thanks, that would be fun. As long as I am not writing for the Watchtower and Awake. LOL

Take Care

Dragon

Climbing a mountain in Tibet

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