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I climbed a mountain.
It took a long time and there were many obstacles to overcome.
Sometimes I had to climb downwards in order make progress forward to begin to climb up once again.
At first, it was easy, the paths lay before me, I just had to choose which paths to take.
Some led no where at all, ending abruptly with a wall of rock.
There were some people waiting by the wall. They asked me to join them because they believed that the wall of rock would soon be removed and they would be able to continue onwards.
I continued on my journey.
Another path led to a large gate, that more people were gathered in front. They too were waiting for permission to enter the gate and continue along the path behind it.
Again, I chose not to join the others but continued along the path.
After some time, I realised that I had walked right around the mountain and again before me I saw the wall of rock with a greater number of people now gathered in front of it.
Some were talking about the gate but most had decided it did not exist - they preferred the wall.
I thought to myself that I could stop at the wall and wait for it to be removed, or stop at the gate and wait for it to be opened. After All, that is what everyone else was doing.
I realised that I did not want to do either but would instead prefer to create my own path up the mountain - or I would only keep walking along the same path with only the wall and the gate as the alternative.
So I diverted off the path and headed up the mountain not knowing what to expect, but happy that I was moving in the direction that I was choosing.
At the top of the mountain, there was a blue rock.
Nothing else, just a blue rock.
I sat down and waited there for a while, happy to have climbed the mountain.
I then saw in the distance amongst the clouds, another mountain. I had not noticed it before. I been concentrating on my journey, I had been planning the path of my own, watching my steps.
It hadn't even occurred to me, but there it was, another mountain in the distance.
I realised to get there, I would have to climb down this mountain and start another journey to climb the other.
As I climbed down, passing the wall, I heard a man telling the others that he had been to the top of the mountain.
He told stories of great riches, vast treasures and gifts that lay on the mountain top.
I asked him about the blue rock.
He knew nothing of the blue rock but spoke only of the gifts bestowed upon all who would travel with him.
I know the way he said loudly.
As I walked further down the mountain, I met an old man resting on a boulder by the side of the path.
He smiled as I passed, so I joined him and we sat watching the wind and gazing at the scenery that spread out into the distance that lay before us.
He enquired about my journey, and asked if I had followed the path.
I explained that I had seen others around a wall and a gate but had decided to walk my own path to the mountain top.
Ahhhh, did you see the blue rock he asked? Surprised that he would comment on the blue rock, I told him that I had.
I also told him of the man who was telling others of the treasures on the mountain top. I thought I must have missed out seeing the treasures.
The old man replied, he has not seen the blue rock so he tells of treasures instead You did not find treasures but saw the blue rock.
You will know when someone has reached the mountain top because they will know of the blue rock. Those who have not been will talk of treasures.
By the way, have you seen what lies on the next mountain? he said.
I replied - Until I climbed this mountain, I did not even know of the next mountain.
I asked if he knew of the way to climb down into the valley below to start climbing up the other mountain.
Climb down, he retorted, why would I want to do that?, that valley is full of temptations and distractions, excuses and delusions , he said, nooooo, I built a bridge instead, a rainbow bridge.
I used red stone I found that lay as an obstacle on the path.
I used orange stone I found on a track that led downwards away from the mountain top.
I used yellow stone I took from the wall of rock and green stone from the foundations of the gate.
I took the blue stone from the top of the mountain.
With all this stone I built a bridge that reached over the valley towards the other mountain.
I thanked the man and restarted my journey up the mountain once again.
I gathered the red stone, the orange stone, and the yellow as I passed by the man at the wall still singing about the treasures at the top.
Why are you carrying all that rock up a mountain he sneered? Drop all that and join us. You won't need to carry rock when you can carry jewels and riches beyond your imagination.
I continued on my way collecting the green rock too and reached the top once again.
Gathering up the blue rock, I found a place from which to start building my bridge.
It took some time for me to construct the bridge but each time I used some of the rock more of its kind appeared to multiply in its place.
The bridge stretched out far over the valley until I had almost reached the other side.
The other mountain grew closer and closer, until the blue rock was completely used up.
The bridge was incomplete and I had run out of rock.
How was I supposed to cover what still remained between my position on the bridge, high above the valley.
I was so close but could not reach to the other mountain.
Tired, exhausted and frustrated, I walked back across the bridge and onto the mountain.
I made my way down its familiar slopes to find the old man still sat on the boulder, still with a large smile on his face.
How are you getting on?, he asked.
Well, I did all that you said.
I gathered the red rock from the obstacles I found along the journey,
I collected the orange rock each time I had to climb down the mountain to make progress before I could climb once again.
I took yellow rock from the wall where everyone was gathered hearing about the treasures of the mountain,
I dug into the foundations of the gate to obtain the green rock while those around me waited for the gate to be opened, so that they could continue onwards.
I reached the top of the mountain once again and took from it the blue rock that covered the very tip of the mountain's peak at it's highest point.
I did all of this and constructed a bridge, just as you said, far above the valley filled with temptations and distractions, excuses and delusions - but it only took me so far and I did not have enough to reach the other mountain.
I sat down, feeling down hearted and unsuccessful in my efforts.
How do I reach the other side? I asked the old man.
'Faith' he replied, you bridge the gap that remains, with your Faith.
For it is only with Faith that you will complete your task and reach your journey's end.
I thanked him once again and started once again up the path.
Ohhhh, by the way, he said, did I tell you about the gold rock at the top of the other mountain?