Mountains Of Mystery

In the upper slopes where the hills roll an endless green, there's a road traveled by few.

This is where a chipper, gypsy of a man and full of mystery was trekking. His destination? He did not know. But the places he had been he could describe them by every inch. From the dry deserts in the south, to the lush jungles in the west, and the sandy shorelines to the east. He had been there. For his head was full of those journeys and ventures.

He had many of tales to tell. Some being true and others being just slightly embellished to grow the groups of people and strangers beside evening campfires.  He had learned that many ears longed for such adventures and travels in this part of the world. He developed his life around this. It's what inspired his treks and voyages. To infuse the muse in someone; that's what he felt he was born to do.

His pace began to quicken as he neared a small group of travelers. They looked friendly and he hadn't seen a soul for weeks. Excitement ran through his body as he waived frantically.

"Greetings!" the gypsy man said while taking a short bow.

One of the travelers nodded his head saying, "Hello, we are travelers from the Ice Lakes in the north. We now are traveling however far this road will take us."

"Glorious!" the gypsy said. "My name is, Durriken. I’m just a man with eyes tuned and ears opened to conversations around me; in this world and the world that goes on in my head. I live off the land and own nothing but what's in this holdall-bag of mine. Knowledge of travels and stories are what I devote my time in. But what I'm about to tell you may change the way you observe everything that surrounds us in this wonderful world.  You'll reconsider what you say, think, and do. You'll discover that there's more to the trees and land than just greenery and dust. The wind will feel different than it did before. And the sky will be a deeper blue than you had remembered."

The travelers already seemed captivated by this delighted gypsy man.

"If you stay along this road and don't venture left or right, you'll pass right through the heart of 'The Varian Mountains'. And there you'll find that it's a different world. The air tastes sweet. The trees stand as green giants. The formations of intriguing rocks are an absolute mystery. But what's even more intriguing is what you think or speak amidst this ambience. . . it becomes true and real! Almost as if the mountains are patiently listening, waiting, and peering for your request or any remark that your mind creates.

For hours I spent in search of water to quench my thirst. In those hours I said I wouldn't find water. And it was true. It was only until I changed my words to assurance and optimism, that is when I stumbled upon fine tasting water; A lake, deep and cool. Also, my stomach ached something fierce from lack of food. So, with what I learned from my thirst I did the same for my hunger. I soon found tasty fruits to fuel my journey through such bizarre land.

Words are heavy and meaningful in those mountains. Thoughts carry just as much weight. It's something about the way the wind breathes I think. . . But what do I know. I'm just a contributor of knowledge and stories.

It seems as if this wonderment those mountains provide are a gift from someone. And they want us to know that this gift is from someone who knows all things and that is in control of all things. . .

Also, if you are to continue to travel outside these mysterious mountains you'll find that whatever you continue to say, think, and act still has an effect in the world around you. You'll watch as dark lingering days will always hold something bright. And that brightness is just waiting to erupt. All it takes is the thought, the words, and the belief.

There are conversations I can't see in those mountains. But I know they are boosted by a presence of humble assurance.

What I say are no tall tales. This is what the 'Varian Mountains' steadily hold. Go forth and proof this please. Some say I am crazy in the head for believing in such unusualness.

So, with that being said, I must say, utter good and ponder upon it. For the more pondering of good, the merrier,  I believe that fully."