In 1990 I was living in Las Vegas, working in a casino, and reading up on all kinds of interesting concepts with tons of books from a local new age book store. It was all intriguing but most of what I read seemed impossible, or at least highly unlikely. That is, until I had my own impossible experience.
Over a 3 month period the word “Sedona” popped into my dreams 3 times. It didn’t come with any explanation or images, just the word. I had come to realize by then that if something is presented to me 3 times I need to pay attention. At the new age book store I asked the manager if she’d ever heard that word. Of course she had, and pointed me to a whole section of books on Sedona, Arizona. I picked out 3 and started reading them as soon as I got home.
Each talked about Sedona from a different perspective but all included incredible experiences people have had, apparently as a result of energy vortices. One book mentioned that Sedona was ancient Indian land, held sacred, and was used by tourists as a psychic and energetic dumping ground. I found that sad. I planned a trip to this strange place for the week of my birthday and when I arrived the scenery alone took my breath away. I fell in love with the place at first glance.
Everywhere I hiked I held my hands with my palms to the ground and sent love and healing intentions into the earth. I meditated in stone circles, picked up trash left behind, and felt love and gratitude for this incredible place. I felt the sacredness of it. At Airport Mesa I climbed the 2nd butte, made a circle of little crystals, and sat down to meditate. After a time of simply connecting deeply with the land I saw a Native American warrior in my mind’s eye. It startled me so I opened my eyes … and he was still there! He was floating in mid air above the canyon between the buttes. When he disappeared I returned to my hotel room, stunned and bewildered. He never said a word, made no motion, just watched me silently.
On the long drive back to Las Vegas the next day I kept seeing someone in my passenger seat out of the corner of my eye. Every time I turned to look they were gone and as soon as I looked back to the road they were there. At home in my apartment I had laundry that had to be done that night so I’d have a uniform for work the next day. As I started getting it ready in my bedroom something told me very powerfully that I needed to leave at once and go to my boyfriend’s apartment. I hesitated, felt almost a panic, then left.
My boyfriend was watching movies with his roommate and I was exhausted so I went in and lay down on his bed. Remembering the laundry, I decided to leave but when I went to get up a big, angry, painted face appeared in front of me and was screaming at me in some strange language. Terrified, I laid back down. The next time I tried to get up it felt like something was pushing down hard on my chest. I simply could not get up. Finally, there was nothing there and I could get up. I went home and stopped dead in my tracks at my bedroom door. The ceiling had caved in. The biggest piece of it was on my laundry basket. The room was full of wet insulation and ceiling pieces.
It had rained heavily in Las Vegas while I was gone and the roof had leaks, filling the space between the roof and my apartment ceiling with water. It gave way while I was lying down at my boyfriend’s apartment. If I hadn’t been told to leave it would have fallen on me. I knew at once who was in my car, who told me to leave, and who wouldn’t let me get up. I haven’t seen him since, but I am still deeply grateful to the spirit of an Indian warrior I met in Sedona.