Eretz Yisrael Time
CrossRoads
The beginning took off like a arrow straight for the target of choice in a time when things were not as they seemed to be. Had it not been for the barking one, the edge may have invited an ending not suited for the writer, the dreamer, or the musician at the CrossRoads. But with music in hand, and songs drifting over the elements calling to that which is above, to that which is below, caused the magic to began and the dream awakened in the life of the mystic troubadour who was familiar with the pathway that leads to the place of enlightenment and fulfilled destiny.
The mountain was before the thoughts of things seen and unseen as the journey that had began in previous incarnations continued the ascent into the realms of what has been the focus of the few rather than the many. Between the pillars one may enter an area where truth receives its proper place and light is as it was at the beginning of creation.
The dreams of the many and the visions of some have given way to stories and songs that some may hear and not understand, while others may understand even before the song begins. The water continues flowing down the mountain unto the valley below and the symbol upon the heart remains the same, only the stars change depending on the time of year. Some will awake and remember, while others will sleep and live again.
The Journey continues.
