There is no land in sight. The sun does not shine. Steepening, towering, undulating ocean waves revolt against each other.
I see myself, I see my family, I see many others standing on tops of very tall pilings. Rising high above the churning sea. Standing tall, secure, at ease, with bright light on our foreheads, we remain on the tops of these pilings which are spread apart from one another.
These pilings converge together at different heights until the mass of the pilings becomes the mountain of the Lord. Now we move freely along the top of the mountain. Rejoicing as we go. The sun is shining. The air is clear.
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