By George Brown
In case you missed it, last week’s column was about a coyote running off with my backpack when I was hiking near Sedona, Arizona. It was a scary experience, but, luckily, I survived to write about it. At the end of that column I mentioned there was more to the story, which I would share with you this week.
To pick the story up where I left off – after watching the coyote trot away with my backpack,
I stood there for a minute feeling dazed and lightheaded. Whether the experience that followed was simply an apparition brought on by heat exhaustion, or possibly a real Sedona “vortex energy” experience I do not know, but it surely seemed real.
Perhaps, I should pause to explain what a “vortex energy” experience is. A Sedona resident, introduced to me as an expert on the subject, explained it this way. A large pool of molten lava lies deep within the earth beneath Sedona. This lava, he explained, is believed to emit a force of energy that spirals to the surface, emerging as invisible, swirling “vortex of energy”. Vortex energy is present throughout the Sedona area but is particularly strong in several specific locations – a point I will return to in a moment. This swirling, spiraling energy is similar to a whirlwind, the difference being that Sedona vortex energy impacts a person emotionally (and some suggest spiritually) rather than physically, as would a whirlwind.
And so it was that I found myself on the Cockscomb Trail, close by Boynton Canyon Vista, which happens to be one of the most powerful vortex energy locations in all of Sedona. I will describe what I saw and experienced and let you judge whether the experience was real.
As I gazed across the stream in the direction the Coyote had gone, the form of a beautiful young woman with flowing blonde hair appeared in a swirling vapor. She did not speak but motioned for me to come closer, which I did. I was but a few feet away when, swoosh, I was drawn into the swirling vapor with her. Like two dancing feathers we magically floated through the air above the valley, and then slowly descended on the very pinnacle of Boynton Canyon Vista.
As our feet touched the red rock, still warm from the afternoon sun, the young woman spoke for the first time. Curiously, her voice sounded familiar, as she softly asked, “Do you feel the energy?”
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled; and as I did a rush of what surely must have been pure vortex energy streamed through my entire body. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, except, perhaps, for the extreme elation and euphoric joy I felt that August day 47 years ago when Yvonne and I stood hand-in-hand before the alter and I heard her say those precious words, “I do.” Now, standing on the crest of Boynton Canyon Vista, with my eyes still closed, I wished Yvonne was standing there with me.
“Yes, I do; I feel the energy”, I said. “It’s wonderful.” Then opening my eyes I looked again at the beautiful young woman with the flowing blonde hair; and as her face came into focus, instead of beholding a stranger, my eyes fell upon the glowing, radiant smile that adorned my dear bride’s face all those years ago. I smiled, and with deeper meaning than ever before, I said, “I do feel the energy, the perfect energy of our love.”
I cannot explain it, but at that instant I found myself waking up from a deep sleep, seated in the car at the trailhead of Cockscomb Trail where I had parked a few hours earlier to embark upon my afternoon hike. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head back and forth several times trying to understand what had happened. Was it a dream? And how did I get from the creek where I’d seen the coyote to the car?
All I knew for sure was that my heart was filled with love, and I couldn’t wait to get back to our condo to tell Yvonne how much I loved her.
George Brown is a freelance writer. He and his wife, Yvonne, live in Jackson Township.