Shamanic Vision: Living Life through the Eyes of the Heart Issue #1, Fall 2016 | Page 9

Ravens came, calling out to me...leading me onward, nudging me with
finger tipped wings, soaring on thermals, singing their welcomes under the
noon sun.
We soon found our hotel, left our baggage behind and went into the tourist
area to dine.
We walked around, admiring how, in the center of town, the leadership there
put up a musical sun shelter with three xylophone instruments that filled the
heart of Sedona with gong like melodies.

It begins with Respect.
Off we went, back south to the first Vortex at Bell Rock.
After stepping from the car, I paused and asked permission to step into this
sacred place. A gust of wind from the South welcomed me with a push
towards the mountain. I offered a prayer and a blessing, gave some tobacco
to the land and set off on the trail.
It was here that we climbed under the
Sedona Sun, reaching a special place
where I found a Grandfather Tree, the
symbol of my vortex (you soon come
to discover that this is a land of
vortexes rather than a singular one
and that they will call out to you).
Mine was a Guardian Tree, aged and
enriched and hardened by centuries in
the ironed soil. I blessed the Tree
with tobacco and prayer and water,
and then I sat with my back pressed
to his trunk, listening to the whispers
on the wind, feeling his wisdom,
absorbing the wisdom as a man of
thirst.

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