Vision #2 – The Salt Mine

B.P.K. – 11/01/2025

I opened my eyes and saw…

…that I stood on a beach facing outward toward an ocean.

I watched the waves of the ocean rise up, crest, then come crashing down only to be scattered across the sands of the shoreline. One after another they appeared and then disappeared just as quickly. I listened to the cries of the seagulls above me. They glided gently on the winds that blew from the North to the South. I looked around but saw no people on the beach. In both directions, up and down the shoreline, I saw that I was alone. I wiggled my toes in the soft, warm sand beneath my feet. The water called and I answered I stepped toward the surf as if pulled by some unseen power.

“What do you see?” The whisper came gently on the breeze.

“I see an ocean.” I replied with a laugh of excitement.

I walked faster toward the crashing waves and then broke into a joy-filled run. I let out a cry that was something between a shout of victory and an exclamation of exultation.  There was no one around to see my abandon. I leapt into the air and landed again. Over and over again I frolicked, for what else could what I was doing be called? I spun in circles with my arms outstretched.

It was a perfect day.

The sun shone down on me and on the beach around me. Its light wasn’t too bright and the air flowing around me wasn’t too cold nor too warm. It was a perfect day at the beach.

I stopped panting like a deer with my hands on my knees sucking in huge breaths of the ocean air. Then I noticed something missing. I stood upright and looked around. Nothing seemed out of place. I saw a picturesque beach. Something was off. Something wasn’t right. It was as if someone had popped the bubble I had been in before.

“What’s wrong?” I asked aloud.

“What do you smell?” The whisper came from close by me.

I sniffed the air. I smelled nothing strange.

“I smell nothing.” I answered.

“Think about what you just said.” The whisper told me.

I smelled nothing… and then it hit me. I didn’t smell anything… the smell of the sea wasn’t present in this place. I sniffed the air again, deeper this time. I’m quite sure I looked ridiculous.

“The ocean doesn’t smell.” I said aloud in surprise.

“Taste the water.” The whisper said.

I walked down to where the waves ran up onto the shore. I waited. When a wave rushed past my feet, I reached down and plunged my hand into the ocean water. I lifted my hand to my face. I didn’t want to taste it, but I obeyed. I put a finger to my mouth and lightly touched it against my tongue. Nothing. No taste at all.

I stepped back away from the crashing waves as if they had become a ferocious beast.

“Where is the salt?” I asked aloud.

That’s when I knew. I knew that all the salt in all the oceans of the world was gone. This knowledge filled me and I staggered. I had to stabilize myself against the flood of that revelation. The oceans of the world were no longer salty.

“Why?” I asked.

“Come.” The whisper commanded me.

And it was so, I was taken away from that place and sat down before a great and tall mountain that rose into the clouds above me. A man stood beside me and pointed at the base of the mountain. He held out a pickaxe to me and I took it. Its wooden handle was rough in my hand. Its curved head was made of iron. I ran my hand along the metal. I looked up at the man.

He pointed again at the base of the mountain and said, “Mine.”

“Mine?” I asked Him.

“Yes, mine.” He replied.

“But how? I don’t know how to mine.” I objected softly.

The man let out a sigh, not of disappointment but of something else, and considered me for a time. Then he turned toward the mountain and began walking. I followed Him. He said nothing else until we reached the sloping side of the huge mountain.

The man pointed at the side of the mountain and said again, “Mine.”

I took the pickaxe and walked to the side of the mountain. I took a deep breath and lifted the tool high up and behind me. I swung it down, aiming for the ground. The metal struck the earth, and I saw it fall away. The ground I had struck dissolved from sight exposing the solid rock beneath it. I looked back at the man, but he was nowhere in sight. This place was quiet. I heard nothing.

I stepped closer to the now exposed rock and lifted the pickaxe high over my head again. I aimed for the rock and with everything in me brought the pickaxe down on the stone. The sound of metal striking rock reverberated across the mountainside. The stone that I had struck dissolved from sight exposing a white layer beneath it. I knew instantly what it was. I stepped toward it and touched my finger to some of the power that had fallen from it. I tasted it and sure enough it was salt. Not only was it salt but it was the best tasting salt I had ever had. It had a rich, earthy taste to it. I tasted it again and laughed aloud at how wonderful it was.

“Now what?” I asked.

“Restore the seas.” The whisper came from all around me.

…I let go and found myself returned.

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