My mountain top experience

NOTE: I have much more to share about the following experience. I suspect this interaction needs to happen within a different medium, preferably face to face from my perspective.

"Mountains like these and travelers in the mountains and events that happen to them are found not only in Zen literature but in the tales of every major religion. The allegory of a physical mountain for the spiritual one that stands between each soul and its goal is an easy and natural one to make. Like those in the valley behind us, most people stand in sight of the spiritual mountains all their lives and never enter them, being content to listen to others who have been there and thus avoid hardships. Some travel into the mountains accompanied by experienced guides who know the best and least dangerous routes by which they arrive at their destination. Still others, inexperienced and untrusting attempt to make their own routes. Few of these are successful, but occasionally some, by sheer will and luck and grace do make it. One there they become more aware than any of the others that there's no single or fixed number of routes. There are as many routes as there are individual souls.

p. 187-188. ZMM

After connecting with Tamara and Trevor and overnighting with their family in Williams Lake (the valley) I was on my way. I had suggested to Trevor that I was ready to experience miracles. What I didn't expect was the intensity and the frequency of these experiences. As I suggested before I was weaving the fabric that contained the past and the present. I had pieced together a few photograph of our trip together and knew some of the significant locations due to these pictures. For the rest of the trip I had to rely on my memory, which isn't always fantastic.

The reason I didn't have more pictures is because my house fire had destroyed my computers hard drive and I hadn’t uploaded many pictures to the cloud due to slight mistrust of the digital “Man”.

My first memory of our trip was at a look out point overlooking the valley. Trevor knew the place and thought it would be within the first hour of my journey. When I got there I immediately recognized it and I parked my bike and looked out to the valley.

I also had packed some Miss Vicki chips and some chocolate milk. I was enjoying the experience totally in my own world while others stopped at the rest stop, using the facilities and enjoying the view like me.

I choose not to engage with anyone as I wanted to bask in the connection that I was making with Baxter.

I remembered that it was here that he had taken off his helmet and was trying to adjust his headphones. I don't remember if it was here or a short time down the road when he realized that he would have to unplug his MP3 and just figure out his own way to fill the silence. You see, unless you own a thousand dollar helmet it is almost impossible to enjoy music while the world wizzes underneath your feet at a hundred and ten kilometers per hour. Particularly when you are riding two up on a 1982 Silverwing that only had five hundred cc's and was at least a hundred pounds overweight.

Then it happened

A guy called out and asked me if I was enjoying the view.

I replied, “Yes” without making eye contact. He didn't stop and was walking in my direction.

I can't remember his words but he started sharing with me about mountain top experiences. Within five minutes he was talking to me about tears, grief, and the ritual of letting go.

It lasted about thirty minutes. When he was done I knew in my heart that I had experienced a direct voice of the divine. I have been struggling with the words to describe my experience, or what to call this man. He used several words to describe himself, but for the purpose of this blog, lets just all agree that he was a healer. A healer sent on a journey to the village at the bottom of the hill. On his path he was open to meeting fellow travelers to speak into their experience and connect them to something greater than themselves. A spiritual gestalt.

At the end of our conversation I asked him his name ... 

After a pause, he said God