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Speak Your Mind
Day Twenty-Five – March 13, 2010
I started this morning remembering two dreams I had the night before.
My first dream involved someone offering to sponsor me on my journey. The only thing I remember about this dream was the amount on the check. It was a significant amount, and it made me very happy.
The second dream wasn’t as sweet. I dreamt that I was being attacked by three dark-haired guys while sleeping in my sleeping bag. In this particular dream, the guys were going to murder me. They had a gun pointed at me, and I was about to pull the trigger. I lay there, restricted by my sleeping bag, thinking that I was getting ready to die. I remember breaking my arms free, waving them around, and asking God to stop them. Then, one of the guys shot me in the knee. He reloaded and was getting ready to shoot me in the head when I suddenly screamed and woke up. My first thought was, “Nice! Just what I needed to start my day!” I couldn’t help but wonder if something like this had happened in this cabin in the past.
I lay there for a while, drifting in and out of sleep until I finally rolled out of my warm, cozy blanket around 9:00 AM.
After my usual morning routine, I returned downtown for a second look at Silver City. I was intrigued by this little town.
While taking photos, I talked to several gallery owners and discovered most had relocated from other parts of the country. One woman had moved to Silver City from New York City, while the gentleman next door had transferred from Santa Fe. The town seemed to be very diverse, with a particular spiritual feel to it. I liked it a lot.
Here’s a brief tour of downtown Silver City.
1) The main road looking east.
2) The rowdy bar the guy warned me about the day before.
3) A mural created by children between 3 and 7.
4) an elegant coffee shop and art gallery one block off the main road.
While talking to one of the guys on the street, I heard they called for six inches of snow that evening. I decided it was time to head for lower ground. I departed for Las Cruces around noon.
I stopped passing them out to people along the way because I had received very little response from my 72 Days of God business cards. Every time I handed out one of my cards, I felt like one of those religious organizations that goes door-to-door.
Since I wasn’t a big fan of that kind of solicitation, I stopped doing it and removed the signs from my truck. I decided that word of mouth and the power of the internet would have to do the job from this point on. I knew when starting that things would evolve as I went along, so I was okay with the change. I wanted to involve other people but didn’t want to be forceful about it. It had to flow naturally.
I arrived at the Rio Grande River in Las Cruces three hours after leaving Silver City. I stopped here for a few minutes to catch up on some phone calls and take in the stream’s energy. As I approached the bank of the river, my first impulse was to take off all my clothes and jump in. I loved being close to water. After driving through the desert for the last week or so, I began to miss all the rivers and water surrounding the Portland area. I was homesick.
Once I left the Rio Grande, I visited the Metaphysical Life Enrichment Center near the university. I needed to be around some like-minded folk for a little while.
Five minutes after walking into the store, I met the owner. She and I talked for thirty minutes about how she had opened the store six months earlier and had received a great welcome from the community. I was highly impressed with the store and how clean everything felt. She had done an excellent job.
From her website, I learned that she was leading a meditation the following afternoon. I inquired about this and told her that I would be back the next day to attend. I thanked her for her time and headed out to explore Las Cruces.
I then spent the rest of the day exploring different parts of Las Cruces and figuring out what I wanted to do next. There wasn’t a lot to do. I did, however, take in this incredible view of the Organ Mountains as the sun went down.
That evening, I got online and began chatting with some local people about places to stay. During one of my conversations, someone told me to keep clear of the rest areas. Three gang members had recently robbed and murdered a young man while he was sleeping in his vehicle. I immediately responded, “That’s what my dream was about!”
Although I had considered driving down to El Paso at some point during my journey, I quickly changed my mind. My dream was a warning that I should stay clear of the border towns on this journey.
For peace of mind, I got a hotel room that night.