Walk with Me
Posted by Luminakisharblaze on March 25, 2011 at 6:10pm in Meditation Group
Walk with me for a minute and hear my tale.
I started this journey one cool spring morning. As the air rose with glow of the morning sun I started up this mountain. The path at first was simple and clear. A gentle sloping trail at the start, I looked ahead at the way the ground wove up through the trees. The edges of the trail were clearly marked as the grass that lined them seemed to know and accept its place. The two met in perfect synchronicity as if to understand that without the grass there would be no edge and without the bare ground there would be no path. The two walked in harmony.
As the morning grew to midday the path turned a bit harsher. The freshness of spring beauty had given way to the hotter sun of summer and the path had begun to climb steep. Where once had been clean bare ground, now there were rocks and fallen trees which demanded a bit more energy to traverse. I found myself having to stop once in a while and survey the changing mountain that lay before me. I realized that soon the incline would require true effort. So I stopped for a moment and rested.
As I sat upon a large rock that overhung the mountain and looked at where I had been, I saw that the path so far had been easy and what lay before was going to require strength and determination. I thought for a moment that maybe I should have brought someone along, just in case I got into trouble. Then, quite suddenly, I realized that I could not have begun this with company, this path was mine alone.
I stood up and continued my journey determined that no mere mountain would beat me. I began to climb and as I scaled over the first large boulder I slipped. My knee came down hard on a jagged rock and as I tried to catch myself I began to slide off the edge. I felt my skin tearing on the ridged stone and my palms shred as they tried to find a hold among the ragged surface. Just as I thought I was going to fall, a slender branch found my hand. As I heard the rocks slide into the canyon below, echoing as they hit bottom, I scrambled back up the rock with bloodied hands, a bruised knee and a sense of how alone I was. But no mere mountain would defeat me. I was determined to make my way to the top.
I gathered myself and looked at my injuries. They were painful, yes, but not beyond my ability to overcome. I began to climb again. As I reached the halfway point on the mountain, I realized that dusk had found me. As the cardboard cutout world now revealed by the evening sun turned to a beautiful orange sunset glow, I realized that autumn had arrived and the air was turning colder. I had no coat, for I was unprepared. Still I labored on, for no mere mountain would vanquish me.
As I climbed higher and higher and found less and less appealing footholds and places to grab, I realized that the mountain had seemingly turned against me for now I was climbing, quite literally, straight up. I had no gear with which to repel so the only option was straight up by tooth and nail or let go and parish. But absolutely no mountain would overcome me.
It turned cold and dark as night blew in hard. It seemed as if this last part lasted for years. Exhaustion set in as the temperature fell to sub-zero temperatures and as the snow fell upon me I realized that winter was in full swing. I could taste the frostbite that threatened my already wounded limbs. The fall I had suffered before was now the only thing I could still feel. But pain meant I was alive and this mountain was mine!
With shallow labored breaths and frozen fingers, I clawed my way over the edge of the plateau. With absolute defiance I stood atop the mountain and screamed, “I have defeated you, Mountain! This place is mine!” On the verge of collapse as I shouted my victory and much to my surprise it shouted back. Only this was not my voice. I looked up and saw the sun rise on the other side of the mountain, but the view was blocked. I saw in the center of the sunrise the source of the echo. It was my twin flame walking toward me. We had climbed the mountain together. We had just approached it from two opposite sides.
We sat in the spring morning air on the day of balance and recalled the journeys that had brought us here. We realized that though our routes had been different, the wounds were the same. And we sat upon the plateau for the rest of our days. Hand in hand, heart to heart, and one forever for we sit in the light. For our mountain was conquered, but the path has only begun.
Now, don’t you feel better? By walking through this story and reading it as such, you have just meditated. You have shared my pain and joy and in doing so rid yourself of your own pain while enhancing your own joy.
Happy storytating.