Listen. We wish to speak with you. The Spirits of the Mountain request your attention. For centuries we have been here, laying ourselves down, one layer after the next, building a foundation for humanity to climb and thus know the heavens.

Patient. We have been patient, waiting for eons until the time when you would be ready to make your own ascent. You sit upon the fruits of our labors and receive the energy of centuries worth of our hopes and dreams for humanity. We have watched you evolve and we love you. We, the spirits in the stones, have remained hidden on this planet to safeguard the wisdom we have agreed to protect. Wisdom such as the truth of your eventual awakening.

Watch as we wait, ever patient and know that whatever God builds up in your life will eventually be torn down and worn away to make it more beautiful. Growth in wisdom may occur rapidly like the floods that laid down the silt that created our layers. And yet the fine tuning, the sanding and wearing away takes patient centuries. Watery emotions run over the surface of your hard core too, soften it and make it ever so much more beautiful.