Showing posts with label Sedona. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sedona. Show all posts

Sunday, January 8, 2017

INTO THE SEDONA VORTEX, or Grumpy Old Woman Attempts to Find Spiritual Enlightenment by Andrea Downing

VORTEX:  whirlwind, cyclone, whirlpool, gyre, maelstrom, eddy, swirl, spiral; black hole

Once upon a time, there was a place called Sedona, and it was magical.  Native Americans held ceremonies in that red rock country and regarded it as holy, and in time, Europeans came and thought it was pretty dang good as well.  Back in the mid-nineties, when I last drove up there, it was still a fairly sleepy town with one lazy road winding through.  It was a whisper, a place folks knew about, a place that energized you through its beauty, a land to hike with vistas and grand spaces, and ancient ruins.  Well, time marches on and stuff happens.
     Roll on twenty years and Sedona now wears a necklace of roundabouts strung on a three-mile long parking lot with a western-style Coney Island of shops along its length, punctuated by stores selling crystals and offers for psychic readings.  Yup, the beauty and hikes and vistas are still there but, as everyone knows, progress comes at a price and Sedona has paid in full.  Perhaps if I had visited at another time, less crowded than the New Year’s holiday, I might have viewed things slightly differently, but my visit was what it was.
     Now, in the interest of full disclosure, let me tell you I already owned a crystal ( and I’m not referring to my daughter who bears the name, Cristal), have a set of bracelets meant to protect me from different ills, possess a Kachina and a couple of trolls who look after me, as well as one or two fetishes.  I have a very unorthodox sense of religion, basically monotheistic but with a few original thoughts thrown in.  You can tell I’d be a sucker for visiting the Sedona vortices…
     Here’s the info we were sent upon signing up for the grand tour: 
How to Maximize your Sedona Vortex Experience
The Spirit of Sedona has called you.  You have responded.  Our guides assist you in feeling, experiencing and receiving what the Spirit of Sedona has in store for you.
All of our guides are masters in their fields, and have spent years connecting with this land and leading others into her mysteries.
The first law of the Universe is to Show Up.  You are doing a fabulous job of showing up by booking your Vortex Tour.
We know you want the most from your Sedona experience.  Here are some tips on maximizing your experience and showing up completely.  They will help you to fully take advantage of your Spiritual appointment with the Red Rocks of Sedona
1.       Show up with an open mind and heart
2.       Turn off your Electronic Devices – better still leave them in your room. (A camera is okay to bring along)
3.        Be willing to participate

4.        Use the power of the spoken word.
5.       Share openly with your guide.
6.       Express yourself in the moment
7.       Let go of expectations
8.       Allow the moment to unfold
9.       Practice an attitude of reverence for the beauty and majesty of this sacred land.
10.   Be grateful for the opportunity to accelerate your spiritual growth
11.   Recognize the perfection of the moment.
12.   Let Go and let the Spirit of Sedona engage with you!
Your Time with the Spirit of Sedona is a gift – May you open it fully!

On our spiritual appointment with the Red Rocks of Sedona, I can tell you we showed up completely (how otherwise, one wonders) with open minds and hearts (this was difficult due to a certain somebody’s pragmatism), put the cell phones on vibrate, had little if any expectations, and revered the beauty and majesty around us. As the moment unfolded and the spirit of Sedona engaged, our guide kindly ignored the fact that I had appeared wearing a sweatshirt from my local gun club, though he rather eagerly agreed I might need my extra jacket on top to stay warm.  ‘Expressing ourselves in the moment’ and ‘sharing openly’ proved somewhat more difficult, especially when it came to sitting in a rather public area going through the ahhhh, eeeee, ayyy, iiiii, oooo (did I forget someone?) mantras with rather less enthusiasm than the Von Trapp children singing ‘Doe-a-deer.’  Our guide, who, by the way, looked as if he had come fully formed from his mother’s womb and never aged in all his forty-odd years, so wrinkle-free was his face, seemed to be the one who was most grateful for 'accelerating our spiritual growth.' 
He took us on to a Buddhist Temple where we attempted to meditate.  Strangely enough, it was he who complained about the child playing nearby.  He also owned up to recently eating meat at the so-called best restaurant in town.  Tsk tsk.
     At the end of the day, how did I feel?  What I had envisioned as seeing in the New Year with enlightenment did not exactly cast me into any black hole, but neither did I particularly feel spiritual growth.  What I did feel was a certain sadness that things cannot be left alone, that progress often detracts as it improves, and that maybe, just maybe, searching for something is the worst way to find it.
     Strangely enough, as we walked back to our hotel, I recognized ‘the perfection of the moment’ as the most glorious full rainbow appeared.
     A Lakota friend tells me it’s a good sign.


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Thursday, October 20, 2016

Sedona by REMullins



Beautiful, mystical Sedona. 





I finally got the chance to visit Sedona with my daughter and it was more and less than what I expected. 

This, however, was entirely my fault as I couldn't be satisfied with the gorgeous scenery.

You see, I'd read about ley lines and vortexes and couldn't wait to hike out to see one. I hoped the site wouldn't be roped off as I wanted to get right up there and feel the raw, concentrated energy bubbling out of the earth...

Perhaps the vortex would be a small hole with trails of white vapor escaping ala Yellowstone? I wondered how strong the magnetic pull of a ley line might be. Would I get the sensation of walking through sucking mud when I walked along it?

Okay, I admit it. My imagination had taken things much further. This is how I was picturing things as we drove up from Phoenix. 

Though dressed in shorts, tee, and sneakers, in my mind's eye, I saw myself wearing a long white robe. My hair flowing in the breeze and a crown of flowers encircling my head. Earth child returning to her mother. And since it was my imagination, I shaved off about ten pounds. Envisioned my skin a little tighter. Boobs a little firmer. 

As soon as we reached the mystical spot, I'd lift my arms in supplication to the ancient earth spirits. I'd stand Marilyn Monroe style in the circle of stones...or the crevice...or whatever the vortex might actually be. Then, I was positive, I'd feel a miraculous sense of healing and renewal filling me. Maybe, I'd even finally understand life in a more metaphysical level.

But most of all I believed there would be some finite location an X marks the spot type thing. Was I ever disappointed to learn there wasn't a designated spot. 

The entire region is supposedly the vortex. What? You are left to find what you will. My mind balked, completely revolting against the idea it wouldn't be all mapped out for me. I wanted, no needed an epicenter of some sort. 

My daughter and I hiked up into Bell Rock and as I walked I thought I could hear faint musical notes. Was this my totem spirit guiding me? Turns out it was a man with long, grey hair sitting atop a spiral of red rock blowing spa-reminiscent music on a tribal flute. 

Cynicism took over and I said on a sneer to my daughter, "the park probably pays him to come out and play for the tourists."

The steep climb wore me out. I was sweating and my leg muscles had turned to jelly - so not what I'd envisioned. My daughter and I found a place to sit on an outcropping of red rock shaded by a scrub tree. I closed my eyes in relief as I felt a slight cooling breeze. The music wove around, the vista was breathtaking, and I was filled with a deep sense of serenity. 

Perhaps that was my vortex moment. Yet to me it was no different from the peace that fills me while sitting next to a lake or stream. I've felt the same calm contentment at the beach or working in a flower garden. 

It suggests that mental healing can be found anytime we slow our lives long enough to allow our hearts to open. Rested, peaceful, we headed back to the trail head.

Reaching the parking lot we discovered a couple studying the trail map. The man stopped us with a perplexed look.

"Where exactly is this vortex located?"
I laughed and left my daughter to explain. 


REMullins
Author of IT'S A WONDERFUL UNDEAD LIFE
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