Imagine arriving at a large gate that is the entrance to a pristine white walled city. The gate is made from one huge pearl and glistens and gleams with subtle shimmers of lavender, mauve, pink and orchid colors. It open and you enter to an open area filled with the aroma of roses and jasmine. A smooth, cobblestone road lies before you lined on either side with tall, evenly spaced Palm Trees.
You follow the road to a commerce area of blacksmiths, jewelry makers, and glass blowers, large spinning wheels where wool of many colors is being spun, died and rolled upon spindles. On one side of the road you come upon the most delicious meats, breads and sweets out of carts with wheels. The other side of the road is lined with a few out-door cafe's and there are people dressed in garments from many countries sipping tea or drinking hot coffee from tiny porcelain cups. There are small carts of various pastries between the cafe's and your mouth waters with the delight of just one taste but you move on too curious to stop and eat.
There is something bright in the sky like the sun but giving off a sense of harmony and bliss. You don't have to wonder as the road has turned into a sort of white brick path and you are now in a residential section of the city. It too has a gate of entrance, actually more like a large arch connected to a low level wall surrounding this part of the city. You are fascinated at the mini-palaces that line each side of the brick path. Some even have small turret attached with bright colored banners flying high in the sky. You recognize some of the symbols on the flag like; the Flour De lies, the cross, the Christian symbol of the fish and others more ancient and their names harder to recall.
You notice, as you walk down the middle of the street that there are no garages or motorized vehicles at all only small stables beside each palace. Some side streets lead down to cult-a-sacks with larger palaces like huge homes of white washed and gleaming in the light of day. You see a few children playing in the large, lush green grass of their front yards but other than those the street and sidewalks are sparse with people. You notice there is no mailboxes yet a dog or cat occasionally crosses your way.
At the end of the street is another large archway that leads you to three separate roads. The first is to your left is a country road pickled with light gravel and lined on each side with berry bushes and fruit orchards. The second is to your right and is a wide highway that leads to many mansions with miles of acres separating each. They are all fenced in and some of ranch names over the entrances. In the distance you can see teams of horses, fenced in cattle and pastures of sheep.
The third road is the most appealing as it is made of pure gold bricks perfectly placed to match end-by-end and side-by-side. But it leads in a spiral up a steep mountain and you have no guide. Only a silent beckoning that there is something at the top of that mountain you must see for yourself....
TO BE CONTINUED.....
