Into The Greenhouse Vol. V

Su 13/5/90 Cp:                               B

                                                Dream one.  I was in the Middle East in Israel, or the juncture of Israel and the lands to the west (east) of it.  It was the set of a live news report, for CBS Evening News. 

We were high up on a cliff and across the way was another cliff.  There on the opposite cliff were these people, who were in the midst of a religious ceremony. 

It was like in Petra, Jordan, where the temples are dug into the rock face of the cliffs.  But it was something like Mount Rushmore, where a sacred head, was there. 

This Gnostic-like priest was there; a Greek orthodox priest, wearing all black, crowned with an unusual-looking hat.  He went up and kissed the right cheek of the granite face, and then the right side of the nose. 

It was a very prominent, Caucasian face.  He kissed the lips and was filled with ritual fervour.  The masses who looked Islamic were multitudinous; dark-skinned or if Jews then perhaps Falasha or Sephardim. 

But I did not get the sense that they were Jews, but perhaps they were orthodox Jews in all their long black vestments.  Soon the masses joined in, in a ritualised response to the priest’s lamentations...