The Mountain

THE MOUNTAIN

  My Stars and Other Highlights

  Part Twelve

  Copyright 2015 A.D.Nance

  CONTENTS:

  16: The Mountain

  Next: Enterprise Dawning

  The liquid substance coarsed rapidly through the transparent tube, now haltingly, then surged through at super speed. It was one of several tubes leading to the M-Comp assembly unit in section Ao-7 of the Terrinyola Assembly Plant on Cona-3-Cha. The various lights on the M-Comp blinked. A dial displayed the progress of the assembly – 60%, 75%, 100%. With a loud beep, a small round object, black and shiny, thicker in the center, dropped down onto a conveyor and moved forward. It was a so-called seemark, a holo-disc with accumulated evidence supporting the idea of a Creator/Source. They were being produced by the hundreds of thousands, soon to be millions.

  A certain feeling of satisfaction and life-goal progress now rested on Eldon as he inspected some of the production lines. This was part of his routine each day when he was not in his office there. He was offering his services as an advisor. Communications from various parts of the galaxy were delivered to him. Eldon then catalogued them, and from his experience, wrote commentary for each item. About 45% of what crossed his desk was considered genuine evidence of a Creator. At least 40% of it was found to be false or misleading, and the remaining 15% came out questionable, to be investigated at some future time.

  He was reading a communication from Altair 7 Outpost that had to do with a so-called miraculous event. A meteor shower had threatened lives there. But when a teacher caught out in it asked for help from the Creator, the meteorites seemed to bounce away from him. The shower soon stopped, and no resident there was hurt. As soon as Eldon finished reading that account, and image flashed in his mind. It was strong and clear, if for only a second or two, of a mountain scene. He thought maybe he had seen it somewhere before. Then it came again, not from his voluntarily retrieving it. It appeared from an outside source. He was sure now, this was new, not a past memory. 'Where was this coming from? And where is this mountain scene?' wondered Eldon.

  Later that day, when he was looking at a blue bar graph of seeker increases from different ibee groups, it came again. This time the image stayed a little longer. He also got the impression that the color blue was significant. Finally, at the end of the day when Eldon looked up at a mountain scene artwork in the lobby of the plant as he was leaving, the image hit his mind again. This one was a definite message that left no doubt. He not only saw the mountain spot clearly but heard a voice telling him, "Come to Lookout Mountain in Blue Ridge Range." Yes, this was an invitation from an outside source. It was personal and very important, Eldon knew now. He felt certain it was from the Celestions, who had helped him in various ways large and small in his search for the Source/Creator. As for the mountain location, although it looked like a place on his Earth, the names were not familiar to him.

  In the next few days Eldon received more impressions and even a view of the galaxy where the mountain place was. He also got a 'question' or the asking for a response from him. Eldon knew it was asking for a yes or no to the invitation.

  The next time it came, he was ready, answering the call with a definite yes. Eldon felt no qualms about accepting the call or assignment. It was made for him, specifically given to him at this time as a privilege, a unique opportunity. The invitation was personal and not demanded or forced upon him at all. Even though it was powerful, as if on a tight beam into his consciousness, it did not seem invasive, but gentle and beautiful to him. So he had no fear, and did not hesitate to accept this possibly once in a lifetime new way to search for the Creator.

  Later, at his desk, Eldon had just finished writing comments on a mountain experience. Then he was 'taken' to the mountain location. This transport was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was not a ship, or beam, nor a dream. There was none of the evidence of a wormhole or web system. He saw no stranger or strange device in the room with him. Certainly he was in another dimension, but not a dimension of time. Because after it was over, he was back where it started, at the plant, moments before it actually happened. He was taken away, the real Eldon, not a copy or manifestation of his consciousness, to a real place – the place he was shown before. Plucked from time to this place, apparently in another galaxy, he was there now. But for what purpose?

  Eldon was looking up at the sky. It was daylight with some puffy white clouds. He was at the base of a mountain. It was not a high mountain, perhaps 2000 meters or less. A bluish haze hung over the mountain ridge and also over the valley between the next peak. Eldon somehow knew it was called Blue Ridge. And this planet was called Earth, but not Eldon's Earth.

  Then he became aware of a vehicle next to him. It was his own and this place was a stop on a long trip.

  "Are we going to climb a mountain, Dad?"

  Eldon turned around to see who asked the question. A young man had just arrived at their vehicle from a walking path. Eldon knew he was 16 years old and his name was Ely. Now he realized he was in the role of a father. This was a father and son adventure.

  They were on a trip from a place called Oklahoma to North Carolina. The father wanted to see more of this country. He knew it would be a long time before he passed by this way again, if ever. So looking around and seeing a nearby peak, he pointed to it and said,

  "Lets climb that one." They set off down the walking path leading from the parking area to the small mountain. The path led to a point on the first hill where a few different paths branched off. From there you could go a longer more difficult way or a more direct way up. Although he was willing to take as much time as necessary for this climb, he took the direct way. The father led the way, taking his time on rocky places and stopping to catch the view. It was far more interesting and beautiful than he expected.

  About one third up the mountain, he could now see a small lake in the distance. Sunlight reflected off the surface in a few flashes. It could have been something on the water or just the water itself. He could not tell.

  Then he looked down at some sand and small rocks. What caught his attention there was several glittering points of light in the sand. It could have been grains of sand that the sunlight hit just right, but they were unusually bright. And there was a pattern in them that seemed familiar to the father, or Eldon. He pointed them out to his son.

  "Do you see that?"

  The son looked down at the spot and replied,

  "See what, Dad?"

  He obviously did not see what the father did. Another two steps and the sparkle spots were gone. The father waved him on up the path saying,

  "Never mind. Its gone now."

  At about the halfway point, the view was grand. They could see past the tall long leaf pines to the valley. A nearby stream could be heard gurgling. This made them glad they stopped and took the time and effort to climb.

  Eldon, as the father was now shown something else. It came into his mind as the view of the mountain had come to him before. It was another mountain, from a distance, but far higher and with the top above the clouds. After a few seconds, it was gone and he was back to the climb of their mountain with his son now leading the way.

  The climb was now getting steeper, but the views more spectacular. Eldon looked off to his right to see 3 nearby peaks. He could now understand why they were called the Blue Ridge. A mist from near the tops and all the way down the mountain sides hung in the air. It was a unique blue-greenish color which was common only to this mountain range. Eldon wanted his 'son' to stop and look, but he was climbing on apace and leaving him behind.

  As he was still looking at the blue mou
ntains, the other view was planted in his mind again. It was the very lofty one, this time with a shining light at the top. He was flying through the clouds heading straight for the glorious peak. He suspected it came from the same source as the views of the one he was climbing now. Then it was gone and he was back to the small mountain, now near the top.

  The top could now be seen. It was about 65 meters ahead – an area that was protruding from the mountain, with a solid rock point jutting out of the very peak. The son now picked up his pace and alerted the father lagging behind,

  "Dad com'on. We're almost there."

  The Dad turned around to see his son climbing the last rock protrusion jutting up at an angle. He took one more look back down the mountain,

  then climbed faster passing the last small brush plants. Now they were at last at the peak. The son had already scaled the steep rock face at the very top. The rock face at the top was dark gray and full of grooves and crevices. It reflected the thousands of years of weathering time. Dad now carefully climbed the rock at about a 45° angle up to his son. He had to climb with feet and hands both because of