We left our home in the Negev Desert in the late afternoon and made our way North through the slow rising mountains of the highway. I could barely believe where we were going. I felt as though I had transcended into a dream alive with grandiose possibilities. Being it the centre of civilization, Jerusalem is a city everyone has heard of, and I was on my way there without any prior expectations of what it would be like. I was restless in my anticipation. We moved impossibly slow through the traffic and I was fidgeting in my seat. Finally on the right of my periphery appeared the stone welcome sign and we made our way into the Old City.
I was mesmerized. The stone walkways shinned in wear and we strolled slowly across them, taking the same strides of people for thousands of years. I had been in similar places before in the many medinas of Morocco, and I was met here with a similar floating feeling. I could not help myself from thinking about what life was like here all that time ago, and how those trends continued all the way to the present. I wanted to dig down and pull up the roots of the city, its history, and the tales of those living precedent to us.
I pictured how my day would have differed if I walked the same stone steps back when they were first laid down. If I looked around me what would I have seen, heard, and been apart of? Would the stores be selling different things? Would the owners beck at me in calling? What would my living situation be? How would my thoughts occupy my mind? What would be my outlook of the future to come?
Jerusalem is the religious capital of the world, giving places of prayer for the Jewish, the Christians, and the Muslims people. They gathered in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, against the Western Wall, and I saw some of them underground in the excavated tunnels where the history began. I saw wedged in between the cracks of the stone walls the prayers, wishes, and intentions scribed on small pieces of paper and lain to rest with the hopes and beliefs that all would come to past.
I am not a religious person, but I would consider myself to be spiritual in a sense of oneness consciousness. As I moved through all of these holy places I stood still and closed my eyes in a silent mediation. I tried to feel the energy of the prayers that were, have been, and were becoming. I wanted to experience the rush of such a powerful and sacred energy. I wanted to touch all of the prayers and use whatever power I have inside of me to guide those prayers to where they needed to be.
The city really made me feel like I was part of a greater whole. It also left me with so many questions about how our lifestyles change over time. You walk around here and see places ripe with ruin and you wonder what kind of feelings are then imparted into the people. Does living close to the remains of history affect the awareness of anything?
To end our evening we walked to the market alive with restaurants that had tables and chairs pouring out into the narrow walkways. We sat facing the streams of people that passed, looking on and into their lives for just a brief moment. Although the history in the city stretched back thousand of years the people we watched walked by absorbed in a modernized cloud. We also however saw people walk by dressed in traditional religious wear, which made the culture a mix of the past and moving present.
Driving home under the stars with the moon watching over everything I feel asleep in the car and again later I tumbled back into a soft slumber as I entered my bed. Waking up the next day I found it hard to believe where I had been and what I had seen. It all felt like a recent and fading dream …The night we spent here will always hold a magical quality .. An experience alive with transcendence, wonder, and thought …