ricknrok Richard E James Ed. D, Ph. D

This is a true story about the recovery of my brother-in-law who suffered a sudden and unexpected event, that became the mountain he had to climb in order to find meaning and purpose in his life. The path before him was treacherous, filled with doubts and physical challenges, but deep within, there was a flicker of determination. The stroke, like the steep inclines and rugged terrain of the mountain, tested his physical endurance and mental fortitude. It pushed him to his limits, causing him to question his abilities and the preparations he had made for this arduous journey. But in the face of adversity, he chose to embrace the physical exertion and understand it as a necessary part of his growth. As he trudged along, his focus shifted to the rhythm of his steps, the beating of his heart, and the strength of his spirit. The physical exertion demanded his complete attention, leaving no room for trivial worries or distractions. The stroke had become his sanctuary, a place where the external world faded away, and he was left alone with his thoughts and the grandeur of his own existence. The days that followed proved to be more challenging than he could have ever anticipated. The stroke continued to test his physical and emotional endurance, pushing him to the brink of despair. Doubt crept into his mind, whispering insidious thoughts that questioned his progress and challenged his determination. Yet, amidst the struggle, a flicker of resilience ignited within him. He refused to succumb to the doubts and the physical strain. He reminded himself of the breathtaking views that awaited him at the summit of recovery, the sense of accomplishment that would wash over him as he conquered the challenges ahead. With each step, he found solace in the knowledge that he was not alone in this journey, that there was a higher power guiding him towards healing.


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The Explorer and the Mountain Trek

The First Days of My Journey

Dear Diary,

Today, I embarked on my long-awaited hiking journey up the magnificent mountain of Mulao on the captivating island of Cebu. The moment my boots touched the trail, a wave of excitement coursed through my veins. The terrain beneath my feet was rugged, with rocks and boulders scattered along the path. The air carried a faint scent of earth and vegetation, inviting me to venture further into this natural wonder.


As I looked up towards the mountains, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation. They stood tall and majestic, their peaks reaching towards the heavens, hidden beneath a fluffy blanket of clouds. The slopes were covered in a vibrant tapestry of green, with trees and foliage creating a lush and enchanting atmosphere. It was as if the mountains whispered ancient tales of adventure and discovery.


But as I began my ascent, a wave of doubt washed over me. The steep inclines and treacherous terrain tested my physical endurance from the very start. My muscles burned, protesting against the strain, and my breath came in labored gasps. The weight of my backpack felt heavier with each step, and I questioned if I had prepared enough for this arduous journey.


Yet, deep within me, there was a flicker of determination. I reminded myself of the breathtaking views that awaited me at the summit, the sense of accomplishment that would wash over me as I conquered the challenges ahead. With each step, I pushed past the doubts and embraced the physical exertion, understanding that it was a necessary part of the adventure.


As I continued along the trail, my mind wandered, contemplating the beauty and grandeur of nature. The mountains stood as a reminder of the earth's ancient history, its resilience, and its ability to shape and mold the world around us. I marveled at the intricate details of the terrain, the way the rocks jutted out and created natural sculptures, and the way the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting ethereal shadows on the ground.


With every breath of fresh mountain air, I felt a sense of freedom and liberation. The worries and stresses of everyday life faded into insignificance, replaced by a profound connection with the natural world. The mountains beckoned me forward, promising a journey of self-discovery and a chance to immerse myself in the raw beauty of the surroundings.


As I trudged along, my focus shifted to the rhythm of my steps, the crunch of gravel beneath my boots, and the steady beat of my heart. The physical exertion demanded my complete attention, leaving no room for trivial worries or distractions. The mountains had become my sanctuary, a place where the outside world faded away, and I was left alone with my thoughts and the grandeur of nature.


The 2nd-4th days proved to be more challenging than I could have ever anticipated. As I continued along the trail, the terrain grew steeper, and the obstacles seemed to multiply. The once steady path transformed into a treacherous ascent, testing my physical endurance and mental fortitude.


With each step, my muscles screamed in protest, aching from the strain of the steep inclines. The weight of my backpack pressed heavily on my shoulders, causing my body to slump under its burden. Doubt began to creep into my mind, whispering insidious thoughts that questioned my abilities and challenged my determination.


The relentless heat bore down upon me, intensifying the physical exertion and draining my energy reserves. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, mingling with the dirt and grime that clung to my skin. My breath came in labored gasps, as if the very air conspired against my progress.


Yet, amidst the struggle, a flicker of resilience ignited within me. I reminded myself of the reason that brought me to this mountain, the need to push my boundaries and discover the hidden wonders that awaited me. I refused to succumb to the doubts and the physical strain.


With each step, I found solace in the rhythmic cadence of my own breath and the sound of my boots crunching against the rocky terrain. The mountains towered above me, their peaks obscured by the swirling clouds. They seemed to challenge me, daring me to prove my strength and determination.


As I continued my ascent, a sudden change in the weather took me by surprise. Dark clouds gathered overhead, and the heavens opened up, unleashing an unrelenting downpour upon me. The raindrops pelted against my skin, soaking me to the bone within moments. The once firm ground turned into a muddy quagmire, making each step a struggle against the pull of the earth.


In that moment, frustration threatened to overwhelm me. The elements seemed to conspire against my progress, testing my resolve. But I knew that I had come too far to give up now. I had faced hardships before, and this was just another obstacle to overcome.


With gritted teeth and determination in my heart, I pushed forward. Each step became a battle against the elements, against the weight of my exhaustion. The rain pounded against me, blurring my vision, but I focused on putting one foot in front of the other, refusing to let the adversity break my spirit.


As I continued to trudge through the rain-soaked landscape, a glimmer of hope emerged on the horizon. Through the mist, I caught a glimpse of something extraordinary. A hidden path revealed itself, leading to an ancient stone staircase that disappeared into the clouds.


Yours persistently,

Cirvic


Dear Diary,

Days 5 and 6 have been nothing short of extraordinary. The hidden valley I stumbled upon revealed a city unlike anything I have ever witnessed before. Its towering structures, adorned with intricate carvings and symbols, seemed to defy the laws of architecture. This city, untouched by time, held secrets and wonders waiting to be discovered.


As I cautiously approached the city, the inhabitants greeted me with open arms. Their vibrant garments, woven with intricate patterns, reflected the richness of their culture. Although their language was unfamiliar to me, their warm smiles and gestures of hospitality transcended any barriers of communication. In their embrace, I felt a sense of belonging, as if the city had been waiting for my arrival. They welcomed me into their community, treating me as one of their own. It was a humbling experience to be accepted by a civilization so advanced and hidden from the outside world.


During my time in the city, I discovered magnificent structures that seemed to defy the bounds of human capabilities. The advanced technology and architectural marvels left me in a state of wonder. It was as if they had tapped into a knowledge and understanding far beyond my own.


But amidst the marvels, I stumbled upon something that would forever shift my perception of humanity's place in the universe. Hidden within the depths of the city, I uncovered evidence of mankind's connection to angels. It was a revelation that shook me to my core, igniting a fire of curiosity and disbelief within me.


In my mind was a whirlwind of questions and contemplation. How had our civilization been influenced by these cosmic beings? What knowledge had we gained from their encounters? The realization that our connection to an angelic race had been hidden within this city both fascinated and unnerved me. It was as if the secrets of our past had been guarded by the very civilization that had thrived here for centuries.


Yet, with each passing moment, the acceptance and warmth of the city's inhabitants reassured me. They had accepted me into their fold, and it was evident that they saw humanity's connection to themselves as an integral part of our history and identity. It was a reminder that despite the vastness of the universe and the mysteries it held, we were all interconnected in ways we were only beginning to comprehend.


Yours in awe and contemplation,

Cirvic


Dear Diary,

Days 7 and 8 in the hidden city were filled with more astounding revelations that shook the very foundation of my understanding of the world. As I continued my exploration, a sense of awe and wonder enveloped me, as if the city itself whispered its secrets to me.


The bustling streets were a testament to the vibrancy and advanced nature of the civilization hidden within these ancient walls. Yet, amidst the activity, there was an undercurrent of tranquility that permeated every corner, as if the city existed in a state of harmony with its surroundings.


In the depths of my journey, I stumbled upon a hidden chamber, its entrance beckoning me with an air of mystery. Within its sacred walls, I uncovered artifacts and texts that depicted encounters between humanity and angelic beings. The hieroglyphics and intricate drawings told a story that transcended time and space, revealing our connection to a cosmic force beyond our comprehension.


The evidence was undeniable, causing my heart to race and my mind to swirl with a new set of questions. How had these encounters shaped our civilization? What knowledge had been passed down through the ages, hidden within the walls of this city? I questioned the implications of this revelation - had our technological advancements and knowledge been guided by these cosmic forces? What did it mean for the future of humanity? It was a humbling reminder of our place in the vastness of the universe, opening my mind to the infinite possibilities that lay beyond our comprehension.


As I absorbed the weight of this newfound knowledge, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the acceptance and warmth shown to me by the inhabitants of this advanced city. They had entrusted me with their secrets, recognizing my genuine love and respect for their culture. It reminded me that despite the vastness of the cosmos, we were all interconnected, bound by the threads of our shared cosmic heritage.


With each passing moment, my thirst for understanding grew stronger. The mysteries that lay within this hidden city became a beacon, guiding me towards a deeper exploration of our connection to God. I knew that this journey was far from over, and that the answers I sought would reveal themselves in due time.


Yours in awe and contemplation,

Cirvic


Dear Diary,

Day 9 angelic forces brought me to a sacred archive, a place of profound knowledge and enlightenment. Guided by the inhabitants, I entered a chamber where holographic records flickered to life, illuminating the hidden truths of mankind's ancient connection to the angelic race and God.


As the holographic images danced before me, a new layer of understanding unfolded. I witnessed the encounters between our ancestors and the angelic beings, their interactions intertwining our destinies in ways we could scarcely comprehend. The records revealed a history that surpassed the boundaries of time and space, expanding my understanding of our world and the infinite possibilities that lie within it.


The internal dialogue within my mind soared was a mix of awe and contemplation. The revelations I witnessed challenged my preconceived notions, expanding my awareness of the interconnectedness of the universe. I marveled at the knowledge that had been passed down through the ages, hidden within the walls of this advanced city. A sense of gratitude washed over me, the inhabitants had entrusted me with their sacred knowledge, recognizing my genuine search for answers. It was a humbling reminder of the connections we share as beings, reaching beyond the confines of our earthly existence.


In that moment, I realized that this journey was not merely about discovering the secrets of the hidden city, but about uncovering the truths that lay within myself. The revelations had expanded my understanding of our place in the cosmos, challenging me to embrace the vastness of the universe and the interconnectedness of all beings.


Yours in awe and enlightenment,

Cirvic Gekin


Dear Diary,

Day 10 marked the end of my incredible journey to Mulao Mountain and the hidden city. As I bid farewell to the advanced civilization, a profound sense of gratitude filled my heart. The knowledge and understanding I had gained during this expedition would forever shape my perspective on the world and our place within it.


The trek back was a contemplative one, each step carried me deeper into my own thoughts, as I reflected on the intricate tapestry that connects mankind, ancient civilizations, and the enigmatic presence of angelic beings. The memories of the hidden city and its cosmic secrets were etched into my very being, forever altering the lens through which I view the world.


The revelations I had encountered during this journey would not remain confined to the depths of my memory. They held the potential to ignite a spark of enlightenment within others, to challenge the limitations of our understanding, and to foster a deeper connection between mankind and the cosmos.


With this newfound enlightenment, I felt a responsibility to share the knowledge I had gained. The secrets of the hidden city and our connection to the alien race were not meant to be kept hidden away. They were meant to expand our collective consciousness and encourage us to embrace the infinite possibilities of the universe.


As I walked the familiar paths of Mulao Mountain, I made a silent vow to use this newfound understanding to inspire others. I would share my experiences, my encounters, and the lessons I had learned. I would encourage open-mindedness, curiosity, and a sense of wonder in all those I encountered.


The journey through the hidden city had transformed me. It had shattered the confines of my preconceived notions and opened my mind to the vastness of the creation. And now, armed with this new perspective, I was ready to embark on a different kind of journey - one that would involve spreading the seeds of enlightenment and igniting the flames of spiritual enlightenment in others.


As I descended the mountain, I knew that my adventure had only just begun. The hidden city and its cosmic secrets had become a part of me, guiding my every step. With a heart filled with gratitude and a mind brimming with possibilities, I carried the weight of this extraordinary journey into the future, eager to share its transformative power with the world.


Yours in enlightenment and exploration,

Cirvic


"See, I am sending an angel ahead of you to guard you along the way and to bring you to the place I have prepared" Exodus 23:20

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Richard E James Ed. D, Ph. D Greetings, I am a seminary graduate, Ph. D Psychologist and Doctorate of philosophy. I enjoy studying world religions, travel and the search for life’s meaning. I personally believe that truth does not lie in what the world tells us to believe but rather in what it shows us through our experiences.

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Oluremi Zainab Oluremi Zainab
Oh okay, copy that 😁
May 08, 2024, 14:25
Oluremi Zainab Oluremi Zainab
I understand you, and it's a good step. Keep it up. I do, I have the general discord invitation, not the private one. Sure, we can meet there and chat. I'm up for it and would try to visit more often now.
May 08, 2024, 13:19

  • Richard E James Ed. D, Ph. D Richard E James Ed. D, Ph. D
    On Discord I am Dr. Who My club name is Who (ride motorcycles) and I am a fan of Dr. Who the sci-fi series May 08, 2024, 14:04
Oluremi Zainab Oluremi Zainab
I know right, I don't know what's up with that. I have noticed the discrepancies too. But anyway, you're right. I'm gonna write for myself and my fans, I don't care if they don't give me a win or I'm cheated out of a win. Hope you're doing great 😃
May 08, 2024, 10:37

  • Richard E James Ed. D, Ph. D Richard E James Ed. D, Ph. D
    I am doing pretty good overall just working a lot which slows me down in my writing since I do have a few outstanding stuff I have been working on. The contests for me just forces me to reach beyond what I want to write about and add other areas that often hit on at least some level. Do you have their app discord? Maybe we could meet and talk there if you wanted. May 08, 2024, 11:52
Oluremi Zainab Oluremi Zainab
Oh sorry, I hope he is okay now. I haven't started writing yet, still thinking about what I would write, might make it fictional with a trace of reality. I don't know.
May 07, 2024, 21:56

  • Richard E James Ed. D, Ph. D Richard E James Ed. D, Ph. D
    Oh, you will do great! Forget about the contests as there is cheating going on there anyway making wins of no value just write for yourself. I thought they planned to fix things but I noticed the guy in 1st place on the leader board one first in the last English contest and third in the Spanish- nonsense but whatever. Your writing is very good and people are reading you that’s all that matters! May 08, 2024, 03:17
Oluremi Zainab Oluremi Zainab
Nice touch, I love the angle you used. Very inspiring. 👍
May 07, 2024, 13:26

  • Richard E James Ed. D, Ph. D Richard E James Ed. D, Ph. D
    It’s really about a stroke victim that’s in the description and everything after that is symbolic of those facts. Thanks for commenting though and waiting for your entry. May 07, 2024, 14:55
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