Headed For an Eruption

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f joy.</p><p id="d342">He would drive from where ever he happened to be living to the village of Famkay located on the side of the mountain. He would then park, gather supplies and then hike up to the summit. He knew all the paths up the mountain for he had taken them all several times. He knew the mountain more intimately than he knew any human. Each step up the mountain was an embracing of the divine.</p><p id="3531">Jeremy hiked slowly and deliberately. He stopped often to greet and touch certain trees or boulders. He drank from each of the mountain streams. He sang back at the birds.</p><p id="2485">For Jeremy, the mountain showed all the possibilities for joy. It exuded joy just as he did. He understood why the locals considered it a sacred mountain.</p><p id="17a9">One cool winter night while traveling he had a dream in which Mt. Anghar erupted. He was aware that the mountain was a dormant volcano but it had not shown any signs of activity in many centuries. Was it a premonition? Or a metaphor?</p><p id="a6e7">Jeremy wondered if joy could become so intense, so overwhelming, that it could explode. Could the joy within himself become as equally intense and overwhelming tha

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t it could erupt in a gigantic explosion catapulting him up into higher vibratory realities? Could he ascend atop the plume of that eruption out into the Universe from which he originally came? Was he a dormant volcano through so many lives and now he was finally coming back to life through his commitment to joy? Was joy the creative magma slowly moving upward through his being?</p><p id="a6fe"><i>Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.</i> <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf"><b>White Feather Archive Index</b></a></p><p id="3cec"><i>Don’t miss…</i></p><div id="e77e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-woman-who-laughed-a-lot-fc4d7278ddd9"> <div> <div> <h2>The Woman Who Laughed a Lot</h2> <div><h3>It drove her husband cuckoo bananas</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*kTNlxOgX8JE-XyUwNxDJfQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A mountain full of joy

Jeremy drove to Mt. Anghar once every June to celebrate the solstice and bathe in distant memories. It is on that mountain that he had his first major life-changing epiphany back when he was a college student. It was there, a few years later, that he made the most profound commitment of his life.

It was not a commitment to another person or to a career choice or to a personal dream. It was a commitment to joy. He made a personal pact with the Universe to always make joy his highest priority over all else.

Jeremy’s annual trek to Mt. Anghar was his way of reaffirming that commitment. Once atop the mountain, he looked back at all the joy he had experienced over the previous year while feeling intense appreciation for it. He then became an empty vessel, becoming completely open to draw in another year’s worth of joy.

He would drive from where ever he happened to be living to the village of Famkay located on the side of the mountain. He would then park, gather supplies and then hike up to the summit. He knew all the paths up the mountain for he had taken them all several times. He knew the mountain more intimately than he knew any human. Each step up the mountain was an embracing of the divine.

Jeremy hiked slowly and deliberately. He stopped often to greet and touch certain trees or boulders. He drank from each of the mountain streams. He sang back at the birds.

For Jeremy, the mountain showed all the possibilities for joy. It exuded joy just as he did. He understood why the locals considered it a sacred mountain.

One cool winter night while traveling he had a dream in which Mt. Anghar erupted. He was aware that the mountain was a dormant volcano but it had not shown any signs of activity in many centuries. Was it a premonition? Or a metaphor?

Jeremy wondered if joy could become so intense, so overwhelming, that it could explode. Could the joy within himself become as equally intense and overwhelming that it could erupt in a gigantic explosion catapulting him up into higher vibratory realities? Could he ascend atop the plume of that eruption out into the Universe from which he originally came? Was he a dormant volcano through so many lives and now he was finally coming back to life through his commitment to joy? Was joy the creative magma slowly moving upward through his being?

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