Looking Down On North America's Highest Mountain
Trying to find the words to describe what has happened between May 27th and June 11th.
In the past two weeks I have passed through events that defines the edge of the single most incredible moment of my life. The magnitude of this event is indicated by the lengthy time without a web page update; trying to define the force behind what is happening is not unlike trying to describe the movement found in the edge of a perfectly smooth tsunami as it pushes you over the ocean surface. Here I will briefly define the outline, then on the following page, efforts will be made to fill in the picture.
Since the beginning of this year 2010 my life has been driven by the worry regarding being an unemployed teacher during the strange ritual of westerners when they take their children out of schools for various reasons be it summer breaks, spring breaks, Christmas or "you name the famous person day." After 11 years of living where people enjoy education and see it as a way of life and not just an aspect of life to be endured, I have returned to the west with all it tumultuous horror, finding that many people take the most base aspects of humanity simply as the status quo.
On February 10, 2010, I lodged myself in a dilemma after signing a contract to teach in Korea only to receive strict warnings of danger regarding the trip just two days before departure. Just before this event, a sincere friend from my past made contact. The timing of his contact was nothing short of providential. My trip back to Korea wound up being a journey into the bowels of a nightmare laced with the most intricate darkness. Continued contact with my friend proved to be a life line out of a terrible nightmare. A few weeks later I was flying to Hawaii and back to my home in Fairbanks Alaska.
My friend and I continued to speak and e-mail over the weeks that followed with him sensing the stress that my life was going through. Out of sincere compassion, he sent gifts to help prepare me for one of the most difficult times of my life. He offered to open his home in his own country for a three month vacation where he would assumed financial responsibilities for every aspect of the air fare, accommodations, recreation and a plethora of gifts that were so extravagant and luxurious that my efforts to document a complete picture by photographic journalism were peripheral at best.
The next part of this story is where life felt like a wrench had been thrown into the clock works of the universe. My friend made flight plans for May 27 followed by my efforts to dove tale this plan with a connecting flight out of Fairbanks in the morning. Everything came to a shuttering halt when I discovered I failed to bring my passport. Because of this, all my belongings were sent to another city in another country without me. In the end, I had to return to Fairbanks without clothing and bath items. I spent three peaceful days reflecting on what happened and almost had my things sent back from the distant city in another land.
In the end, I made new reservations that had me departing on June 1st. The whole trip was eerie as the air carrier didn't offer anything complementary; they charged for everything including snacks and headphone for the in flight entertainment system. Upon landing I was careful to let others out before me as my bag was a bit heavy. Being the last to deplane, the flight steward made a loud rude statement, "Only the dead and dying getting off now." I was shocked at the lack of consideration he voiced so arrogantly just behind my back; at that point I began to look for hopeful signs.
In the central airport the people responsible for my baggage told me they had been forwarded to the final destination days before. When I finally arrived, I met my old friend from our days in college standing there waiting and he had all my bags accounted for and ready to go. It was so good to see him after more than 20 years without communication.
Our time together was far shorter than expected, as I felt the same force acting on me on June 9 as it did on back on February 7 and 8 before I went to Korea; it was an extremely painful physical event for me, but it came in order to get my attention so I would make plans for an immediate departure just a week and a half after arriving rather than three months later. This sudden departure was shocking and sad but came about in a mysterious way, yet the events that have followed this sudden response to a monstrous pain that can over come me has been miraculous to say the least. These I will detail on the next page.
My heart goes out to my dear friend who sacrificed so much in order to facilitate a meeting that was meant to bridge a twenty plus year gap in our friendship. So much has happened to us since we last climbed the ice fields in Alaska back in 1989; the most significant has been my intense eleven immersion in a culture of moral purity, societal peace and ambient safety. The turning point of my visit came while sitting in a hot spring in the mountains on my final day; it was there in the sun light that my friend felt something was wrong. I felt a great peace come upon me and the sun came shining out of the clouds. In the peace he made a statement about my relationship to nature's Creator; likewise in the great peace I experienced the most pure absolute union with Nature's Creator as I looked up into the beauty of the pure light of the bright Sun for a good length of time; tears began running down my face and in that moment I looked back into the eyes of my friend. What I saw in that moment revealed a person who was far different than who I saw twenty years before; something had changed. later that evening I asked him how much I had changed apart from the purely physical pain caused by metal implants in my spine; he said that I remain much the same with my usual serious personality.
My friend bestowed so many wonderful gifts upon me during my visit, and the single gift worth sharing with him was a chance to look into the Light without all the fears, lies and misconceptions that torment the ignorant soul with stories of pain and blindness all which come from a dark spirit that conveys misunderstandings associated seeing the Pure Light of the Sun of righteousness; all the beauty in the Light belongs to our Father whom we both love so much.
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