Escape From Toil Mountain

 

The dream today had me in a place that looks very much like some fjord in Norway. I have a garden hoe in my hands. I am turning up the soil for a garden on a patch of land high up on a mountain side. The vista before me looks much like the photo you see above.

 

I feel like I am some hard working peasant. I am wearing drab woollen clothes. Just outside of my peripheral vision is my lord and master. I pay him no heed and focus on my task of tilling the earth. My master tells me I am going no where and I have no future other than toiling for him and working the land.

 

I know in my heart that this is not true. That I was born with a gift and I am a child of the gods. I have hidden my true nature and abilities for years. I am capable of great feats and I can fly far away from here. I am not like other ordinary mortals, I can literally fly.

 

I throw down my hoe with both hands and spread my arms, my master laughs, at first I attempt a running start down the mountainside with the hope of gliding away, but for some reason this technique does not work for me, instead I leap straight up high into the air facing up the mountain, and pivot away down the slope to glide along it's surface. I fly just beneath electrical power lines for some distance and breakaway to fly off into the wild blue yonder. My master is furious. I wake up.

 

This whole dream is loaded with symbols and symbolic meanings. The mountain alone is full of significant meaning. Mountain tops have long had rich historical and spiritual meanings. They are places of enlightenment and revelation. Moses, Mohammed, Milarepa and most of the sages of mankind throughout history have found their life purposes on mountain sides. Being higher to the divine can also come with being higher in elevation.

 

I can relate to being and feeling like a peasant, right now, I am toiling away at a low paying job. My body is filled with aches and pains, and I work myself to exhaustion. Yesterday, I got a long lecture on saving and working toward my future. I feel like a hamster trapped in one of those spinning wheel things. My unconscious rebels. My inner peasant persona is more indignant at the condescending "advice" than my outer conscious peasant self has been.

 

I feel like, no matter how hard I work, that victory and freedom seem just outside my grasp. My "master" taunts me, but I have a secret, and a divine heritage. A time will come when I will fly away from this harsh mundane existence and I can assume my true identity and power. In my case it will take a leap of faith to face my mountain of debt and servitude. This must be done before I can fly free of it's hold on me.

 

Well, there is the interpretation of the dream all in a nutshell.  I feel like some negro slave that dreams of freedom. If freedom comes will it happen in this lifetime? Who can say?

 

Master Yoda said, "Difficult to see. Always in motion the future." So predicting the future is pretty much like trying to hit a moving target, but damn, I so want to fly so bad away from this mountain of toil! Sigh!