After knowing that I was being called to Kenya to attend the yearly prayer vigil that circumambulates around the mountain I began to have dreams of doing so.
In the first dream I was walking around the mountain and stopped to do one of the seven prayers and as I prayed the mountain rumbled with an earthquake and all around me it split open and an inconceivably bright light burst forth from multiple locations, almost like lightning, yet contrary to the image here, there was no lava, just the mountain opening up revealing the light within it.
