The Mountain 🌋

 I climbed a Mountain last night.

    I was tasked with walking uphill, climbing the snowy mountain, carrying my childhood friends’ grandmother on me back. Regardless of the difficulties we faced, I prevailed. It’ll take more than a snowstorm to stop me from reaching the summit.

    The entire journey was nothing too remarkable. In reality, scaling a mountain top would be rather difficult. In my dream, it was no less. The constant snowfall and mini avalanches which would come raining down, making things difficult. The greatest challenge was lifting this elderly lady over my shoulders and making sure to keep her safe while we reached the top. She was incredibly frail and barely alive, yet I knew that it was important she reach the top with me. I understood that her life was in my hands, and that it was up to me, and only me, to make her reach the top safely. At the top, her son was waiting for her. I was able to deliver her to her son, and allowed them to spend their time together. I couldn’t help but feel like they were her final moment, so I was glad to have been able to deliver her to her child. 

    According to the research online, climbing a mountain and carrying an elderly woman means two things. One, the mountain represents a challenge in my life, which I am currently scaling. The fact that I successfully reached the summit also means that I will succeed in life achieving my goal. What a relief- time to kick back and relax. Look mama we made it. The second part represents carrying a load or burden. The burden of the old lady, across my shoulders. I can understand the logic behind it, although I am not sure 100% how that translates into my current life. Regardless, the information is fascinating to read about, understanding what is truly going on. Our subconsciousness is capable of revealing things to us while we are asleep that we simply cannot access while awake. Although just dreams, I believe the significance behind them is very valuable and necessary in order to better understand our time here, awake, within reality.

    The burden of the old lady is one which is curious. The idea of carrying her over my shoulders is something which probably represents a lot of things. The burden of sin. Whenever I think of carrying something of tremendous weight over my shoulders, I always think of Jesus Christ. I always think about the burden of the cross, which he carried with him, to his eventual death. The concept itself is a fascinating one. When I compare that to modern day life, it speaks volumes. I believe that the burden of sin which we carry with ourselves is heavy. In fact, I believe it almost too heavy to carry on our own. Most individuals are required to share the load with another, and receive aid while dealing with the weight on their back. That concept is one which is extremely unique, especially for those in the Christian religion. The idea of burden then falls into the notion that if we are to accept Jesus Christ as our saviour, we can lighten the load. We can accept that he saved us, and that we are simply not capable to bear to the extreme in which he did. After all, we are told that he suffered for our sins. That he died, in order for us to be forgiven.

    Overall, I do not know if I buy into that fully completely. I believe that the concept is one which checks out. The acceptance that we simply are not strong enough to carry our own loads, and that we require help, is something which makes sense. It helps to remind us all here on Earth that we are nothing more than mortal men, attempting to navigate thru the valley of the shadow of death. Yet, on the other hand, I do not accept that responsibility of my sins can be so easily cast away, simply by accepting a saviour. I do not hold the belief that I am exempt from my choices, simply by pinning them on another man. In Judaism, one of the first things I learned was that we are all sinners, and God forgives us regardless. That concept, basically skips the middle-man. It says that God created us, and he is aware that we are sinners. He understands that his creation is not perfect, yet he accepts us anyways. He holds us dear, and his love for us is something which transcends past our mistakes.

    Both require us to more or less accept that we are simply not strong enough. That we are not capable of bearing the responsibility of our own actions, here on Earth. Both give us the option to opt in, and take less accountability for our sins. I don’t know how I feel about that. To be frank, I would love the capability to run around, having zero accountability. To be frank, I feel like that is what most of the population is currently doing. Zero regard for their own actions, fearing no consequences. The destruction of the very fabric which holds society together. Yet something inside of me, simply will not bend. The belief that I am free from consequence is not an idea I entertain. I simply cannot accept the concept that my actions mean nothing here. I refuse to accept that I am not in control of my own choices.

I am the captain of my own ship.

    God steers the boat, but we must row. We are the ones responsible in reaching our destination. We have been burdened with the gift of consciousness. A gift, which can also be a curse. A voice, a vision, which directs us thru this thing we call life. The very essence of God, Himself. He steers the boat, while we row it. The compass to guide us towards what is meant for us. I call it a burden, because the responsibility is heavy. The weight on our shoulders is something which most men cannot bear. Yet, we bear it anyways. We carry it, with grace. We walk thru the valley of the shadow of death, and we fear no evil. The very forces which are meant to break us, and tear us down- do not succeed. No weapons formed against us shall prosper, and any tongues that rise against thee, thou shalt condemn. The demons here on Earth which have been sent to destroy us, fall to their knees. The light inside of us, burns brighter than anything.

We are the soldiers of God, and we do not answer to anybody but the Lord himself. 

        Glory Be,

                    Amen.