Sedona Rocks! My afternoon in Sedona

Dear Healers and Seekers, Connie here! Sedona Rocks How can I tell you about my Sedona May, 2018 trip in 350 words? This is a summary of one day in Sedona – getting beyond the tourist experience. I did all the touristy things but I also took one afternoon just for me. So, I’ll share with you my sacred Sedona experience. In one’s enthusiasm, it is easy to forget that no matter what time of year you visit, it is still the desert and the temperature will be in the 100 degree range -a challenge for many those who don’t handle heat well. Definitely dress for comfort! Know that although Sedona is a huge tourist and metaphysical attraction, you will be accessing it through the Phoenix Airport. There are no flights from Phoenix to Sedona which are separated by a 2 hour car ride. You really do have to rent a car just to get there. Once at Sedona there are no shortage of companies ready to take your money for tours and the like. I recommend the “road less traveled.” Steer clear of the publicized tours and outings -the un-air conditioned Pink Flamingo bus tours and off road jeep tours. They will certainly give you the touristy view of Sedona. I wanted more. I hired a professional guide at a rate of $100 for the afternoon. Sounds pricey but really works out to the same or less than the commercial options once you add everything up. I told my guide to take me to where he meditated. My afternoon was spent in an air conditioned personal off road vehicle. We went deep into the red rocks and then deeper still. The air began to become dense and to vibrate as we began to enter deeper past the tourist zone. I noticed that the vibration “matched” that of my Parkinson’s and my tremoring was silenced at a very deep level. We went further still into red rocks and came to a stop where the air was so dense with vibration that the rocks actually hummed. The trees were grotesquely twisted and mangled from vortex energy. As I picked up some of the loose red rocks thinking to take one home with me, I was compelled to put them back where I had found them. I was overwhelmed with the sense that each one held the story of a native Indian who once lived there and removing the rock what would remove him from his birthright, his support system, and his family. It was an awesome and sacred experience. We returned to “the real world” as the sun began to set, flooding the red rocks and turning them into a tapestry of maroon, silver, purple, blue and .more. Take the road less travelled. There’s so much to see. Love, Connie