I see the heads of bright yellow plants like succulants. The view changes and I now see them reflected onto the surface of a a well.
When I look down the well I feel vulnerable and fearful so I spin out and have to look away.
Only you can see where others dare not look. That is your gift. I am being told. Only he can look here, because of where he has been.
You are being asked to look into the well and draw out the gold. The well does not contain water but is more viscious like oil. It reminds me of annointing oil. Your search is for the black crude oil, the gold. But there are other contaminants swirling about here. So there is also a warning.
I am being shown your true north. True north is overseeing the crop. The crop is ready to be harvested. It is abundant. There are tall green plants in rows the height of a person. Each crowned with a large gold flower.
The word I am getting is Pastor.
Once again you are tending the crop from the outside and from behind. Overseeing pruning, nurturing...strategically.