Looking out from the rock, we could see that Emerald City, and I wondered if the artists drew what they had seen so many ages ago.
The energy here exudes of a sacred space—although every space on this planet is sacred. The magic held within the layers of earth, sprouting through the trees and emanating from the stones, is an ancient magic. Although the mountain is named for a Marin Supervisor from the turn of the 20th century (George E Ring), the nod to Tolkien seems appropriate.
Much like intuition, I cannot say whether these boulders and their energy come from within or without; but their intensity, their magic, and their sacred wisdom is the same regardless.