My first visit to the mountain - part one

It was a Sunday morning, and I arrived at the mountain quite early, looking forward to my walk.  I hadn't long been on the path which leads to the left side of the mountain, when I heard my first message.  A female voice - it was beautiful, yet indescribable.  Three layered, as if a chord...and so very musical.  She was singing, and asking me where I had been, and what took me so long to come to the mountain.  She repeated this over and over until I answered her.  I had no sense of where the voice was coming from, and no idea what it was.  The wisdom of a friend has lead me to believe she is an air spirit of some sort.  She didn't appear again on my walk, but then - I had so much else to see and absorb.

 

I can assure you, this walk was not an easy one.  There are steps, upon steps, upon steps yet this didn't seem to matter.  I was so surrounded by beauty and constantly stopping to take a photo, or listen to something I didn't mind at all.  I was anxious to reach the summit and lookout, as I had been told by many of the locals just how stunning it was.  The view was well worth the effort.

What a stunning view - it literally took my breath away.  But so much more than that was to be enjoyed here.  The rocks were amazing.  Ive not been one before who has been drawn to rocks, I'm normally found around trees or ferns, but these magnificent ladies could not be overlooked.  I felt compelled to sit and take a rest on the flat rock on the picture above, and was surprised to be given some guidance.  It must be said, that on the day I took this walk I was quite upset and troubled by a few things, and so the following message has great meaning for me
"Come sister, and tell me of your troubles. You may leave them with me, for I have been here since the beginning of time and they will be of no burden for me to carry."  And so I did just that.  The result was far more than I could ever have imagined.  It was quite literally as if the rock had taken all of my burdens away.  The heavy feeling in my chest was gone and I was sitting there, smiling into the sun and enjoying the breeze.  I thanked her, and moved away and back to the path. 
I was not far away when I was guided to pick up a small rock to take home to place on my altar, so that even when I was gone from the mountain, it would 'always be with me'.  I was asked to bring an offering in return, which I was immediately sure a moonstone was what I would bring on my next visit.