On my way back home from a trip to Salt Lake City, I watched the sun drop in the west. Its rays illuminated a mass of rain clouds above some mountains along I-15. They glittered in colors of red, purple, and maroon. As I watched that grand closing, I felt so grateful for life.
An eagle silhouetted in black by the setting sun was sailing on the winds of bad weather. He was soaring below great thunderheads, and lightning was flashing everywhere. He was a small creature compared to the enormous expanse desert. Without his presence though, everything would have felt empty! The way this eagle weaved back and forth on the wind added a surreal feeling to the moment; a warrior and hunter; a beautiful king living on the freedom from his heart!
A photograph explains a thousand words, but the Earth talks in a spiritual wordless language that can pierce the heart, the intellect, and the soul of every human being. The Eagle was crying in a vision.
When a moment of beauty exposes itself to you, do not take it for granted. Don’t be distracted by your own life, or by the civilization that you live in. What you value now may not exist in the near future. Material things do not amount to much, but truth matters!
I think the Eagle was crying, or manifesting its struggle to keep going, despite the encroachment of darkness into his realm. As long as the sun keeps on burning, the warrior keeps on sailing.
None of us understand the dreams deep within. But every Human Being has his/hers struggles, and we all carry a confusion that won’t ever be solved. My personal opinion is that when you die, you might have a shred of truth, you might have been successful in scratching the surface the unknown. But even after death, you will keep on learning for the rest of eternity. Just like the never-ending universe, everything is infinite. Everything has endless meaning. Freedom is in the blood, freedom is in the struggle. The more trials that you face, the more you have to endure. You have to be grateful for everything bad and good.
I was taught as a child that the path of life was never meant to be easy, but it is definitely worth each step. Endure to the end! Maybe that is ONE teaching out of infinity.
And so this is another dramatic, but consistent entry into the West Desert Journal. But it’s how I feel at the moment. Goodnight.