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Through the Eye of the Mind - Original Document I stand upon a gentle mountainside, its slope soft beneath my feet, rocks large, yet manageable, a path winding upward, quiet, deliberate. Around me, the sheep move— white, a living tide, parting as we pass, their murmurs soft upon the air. Before me, a man in pure white, his back turned, yet his presence reaches me, steadying, grounding, guiding. The white cloak moves ahead, but his eyes remain unseen, a mystery I trust. A shepherd’s staff rests in his hand, tapping lightly against stone, each step measured, confident, sure. His arm on my shoulder—gentle, insistent— urging me forward. He turns his staff toward the higher path, the white mountain climbing beyond sight. Step by step, I follow, as if the mountain itself bends to the rhythm of his guidance. Sunlight catches the folds of his cloak, white bright, radiant, holy; past and present intertwined in one living moment. I breathe in the mountain air, the life of the sheep, the unspoken assurance of his presence, and with each step, I am carried forward— drawn upward by something far greater than my own feet.