Sedona, AZ Part I

Veronika in "Balance"

Meditation in Boyton Canyon: Masculine Side

Snow was falling as we neared 89S and passed through Roper Lake State Park.  We looped south and were enchanted by the looming mountains that funneled us down, spiraling us into Sedona.  It was like a gateway into another world.  Red Rock knolls, nobs, plateaus and mountains in every direction take your breath away.   We had heard Sedona is considered a spiritual Mecca, the beauty itself is mystical and peace promoting.  Boyton Canyon was chosen for our first stop; we wanted to jump right into the heart of Arizona.  As soon as we begrudgingly paid 5 dollars to a park that was closing in an hour we noticed the “free parking for Veteran’s Day Weekend” sign tucked conveniently behind a bush on a fence post. Feeling much better about the transaction, we layered up and pushed through the wind to find balance.  It was 40 degrees upon arrival and the sun was setting prettily behind ominous looking clouds.  The sound of the flute dancing occasionally on the wind stopped us, and then led us toward the first vortex, but first we ran into a man with a long metal pole, standing opposite a slightly twisted tree.  He claimed that tree is where he senses energy the strongest and (withhold inappropriate innuendo here) offered to let us try holding his instrument.  The metal rod, about three feet long, worked like a compass and pulled us in the direction of the tree. We were not discouraged from seeking out the energetic hot spot and continued ascending, following the trance like notes of the flute. As we approached the knolls that are known as the male and female energy points of the vortex, the flutist was climbing off the masculine side and coming our way.  Stopping to offer us heart shaped red rocks he’d found, he described their qualities and said they contain the healing energies of the center.  While the snow began blowing around us he explained kindly the optimal way in which we might utilize this opportunity: grounding, touching the rocks and leaving behind all our crap.  We parted, uplifted, with a hug.  We stood in “balance” the space between the feminine and masculine energies, breathing in the crisp air and with it the intense vibrations swirling around us.  We sat on the masculine side and grounded, connecting.  By the time we crossed to the feminine, the wind had picked up, it was snowing harder and the sunlight was slipping away behind the west peaks.  We hurried back to the car for dinner.

Our plan was we didn’t have a plan so we just stopped by a crystal shop after dark and poked around inside.  It was warm, there were lots of excited people who’d come from all over to experience the mysticism of Sedona.  I was toying with a key chain that said “I live in my car” when a long haired man of about 45 approached me and asked where I was sleeping that night. I told him we were sleeping in the car which horrified him and he replied it would be only 19 degrees that night.  He offered us a place to stay, which I considered, or rather, told him I’d keep him in mind.  However in my mind, I knew that was highly unlikely.  We were inspired, though, by the gesture, to set up the lap top in a coffee shop and log onto Couchsurfers.com.  As I scrolled through the dozens of free couches in Sedona, a man named Ole and his group of traveling students sat in front of us and struck up a conversation.  He and his group of 9 college aged kids travel for three months at a time studying topics of their choosing.  They were currently researching Native American heritage in Arizona and New Mexico. 

I’d found us a couch, 5 minutes up the road and in under 5 minutes.  Mountain biker Jon, his girlfriend nurse Amy and minimalist roommate Brian hosted us to two gloriously long couches by a roaring wood burning stove.  Their female lab mix, Kevin, provided the sweet, protective dog energy we love. 

We awoke to breakfast being made by an eager, single roommate. After we finished the dishes we headed out to grab coffee and explore. At a place called “Java Love” we set up the lap top, sipped on coffee and watched. Everywhere you go in this sleepy, eclectic town you get a show of some kind.  In fact here we watched an old lady shout at the barista from across the restaurant that they need to deliver her food to her sofa.  The line was out the door, the girl did not move from her post behind the crowded counter.  A 9 year old girl serenaded the loaded coffee shop with her violin to raise money for charity. Hippy dudes watched as their free spirited children ran amok.  A young woman with a frizzed out afro sat anxious yet completely still in the middle of a lone couch. 

We chose to attend a lecture on the evolution of life hosted by Daimon Catizone at the Creative Life Center.  He explained how our evolution has been devolving from spirit to physical form for millions of millions of years.  The reason current times are  seemingly so important is because it is, we are now on the upswing, revolving back into light. Of course this happens a mind bogglingly long time ahead in the future, but it explains the shift in consciousness that is rippling across our entire planet! And here we all merge at some point or another in Sedona, AZ where UFO’s show up constantly to recharge or drop off or abduct people or whatever else may be on their alien agenda.  On a drive looking for more vortex hike opportunity, Veronika intuitively pulled over into a scenic overlook and we ran into a man named Alfonso and his daughter who were very interested in the extraterrestrial encounters in Sedona.  He had, himself, had inexplicable experiences that changed his life and he stumbled to find the convincing words to share with us.  I told him I believed him because I’ve had spiritual things happen that are impossible to explain.  Veronika and I had a simultaneous thought: The Sedona portion of the trip is like the movie Waking Life; people just walk up to you and start talking from their perspective on life’s unknown.  He led us to Rachel’s Knoll which winds through a private community where Madonna is said to own property. 

Kind Native American led us to a cliff to meditate nearby.

On the cliffs over looking the knoll we, again, heard a flute and followed.  We came across a Native American healer playing the flute, drumming and singing over a man laying on a blanket.  While we received the sound healing by proxy, another man began chiming over another recipient 50 feet away.  Feeling very blessed to have been in the right place at the right time, we collected our things and headed out.