I have been having this dream periodically over the last month or so. In this dream I am attempting to ascend up the side of this tall mountain that seems to go into the heavens. As I gradually scale up the side of this mountain I take a look back down to see what I was leaving behind, and to my surprise, the wicked of the world did not seem to be that big, or frightening. As I turn and forge ahead to continue my climb towards the heavens, the clouds begin to engulf my being. I decide to take “ONE LAST LOOK BELOW” and the wicked of the world were gone! As I turn around to forge ahead my grip fails me, and I am suddenly back in the land of the wicked. I attempt to gather myself but all attempts are futile, for it is too late, the wicked of the world are upon me.
But he continued, “You are from below; I am from above. You are of this world; I am not of this world.”