Vision #11: The Crossroads

B.P.K. – 11/09/2025

I opened my eyes and saw…

…that I stood at a crossroads.

There before me, for as far as I could see, stretched out a single lane road. To either side of this road was a stony bank sloping downwards away from it. The stone looked to have been chiseled with human tools, as if the road had been hewn from solid rock. I stood for a moment considering the word: hewn. It seemed to be important somehow.

I looked to my right and then to my left. Another road stretched out to both sides of me for as far as my eyes could see. To either side of this road was a stony bank sloping downwards away from it. The stone looked to have been chiseled with human tools, as if this road as well had been hewn from solid rock.

As if it was important as well, I turned around and looked back down the road behind me that stretched out as far as my eyes could see. To either side of the road I must have come by was a muddy bank of twisted and broken branches sloping downwards away from it. It looked as if flood waters had risen up and brought with it all the debris it had pulled up from the ground in its passing then receded to deposit that debris along this road.

I was weary. I had a choice to make now. It was if something important was in my hands and I was traveling somewhere important but hadn’t reached my destination yet. I turn around again and considered the three directions I could travel in from this crossroads. They all looked the same to me, three roads with sloping chiseled stone embankments.

“Sets of twelve.” The whisper came from behind me and traveled forward down the center road onward the way I had been traveling. Onward, the way I had been traveling… I considered it. Yes. Onward, the way I had been traveling.

I saw then what I held.

I saw then what I had been given:

A crossroads of a journey.

Twelve pieces of a puzzle.

A spring of living water from a bent tree on a mountainside trail.

A valley of thorns with no escape but through it.

A ride upon a monster up a river that flowed in the opposite direction that I traveled.

A choice to make between two doors.

A handmade musical instrument.

A fallen tower of a civilization from long ago.

A fissure in the earth filled with water.

A salt mine in the side of a great mountain.

And a coat factory.

“Sets of twelve.” The whisper came again from behind me and pushed me forward. I did not stumble but instead began to run.

I ran down the road in front of me.

Onward, the way I had been traveling.

One more destination lied ahead of me. I had to reach it carrying my treasures, my gifts.

…I let go and found myself returned.

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