Monday, July 20, 2015

THE ROAD BACK TO RED ROCK





Excerpted from Surreal Bounce, in which Sedona is included as part of an odyssey in search of creativity and madness:



It is time to follow the advice of a vortex book I’d picked up.  

Its message, essentially, is that Sedona is a collective vortex.  

So the thing to do is choose a spot where you feel most comfortable, be it upon a red rock or a toilet, and meditate.  

My spot, I’d already figured, is the open-air terrace bar at Fort Enchantment—serenity unspoiled by the swarms—cocooned within Boynton Canyon Vortex, a view of Kachina Woman.

It feels appropriate to drink something indigenous to the region.  

So I sip silver peyote juice from a martini glass, its rim coated with salt, while scribing these notes into my leather-bound journal:


This isn’t one you’re supposed to work at; you’re supposed to slowdona, as the T-shirt says, choose a spot that best reflects who you are, and meditate.  

I prefer to contemplate (rather than meditate)—and my favorite contemplation mode is with a cocktail or a glass of wine all on my own, nobody to talk with, and nothing to read, just my thoughts and me.  

Sitting on this terrace at dusk, watching for a full moon behind red rock, a buzz of people around me, I’m the only one alone.





Sometime during the night, in the total blackness of my room, I am jolted awake by a burst of electricity.  

Since I’m not plugged into anything, it must be of the metaphysical variety.  

Half awake from the charge, I feel a tingling in my left hand, as if circulation has been cut.  I try to shake it off but it morphs into a fierce swirling storm beneath my knuckles, moving slowly, clockwise, from left to right.  

This tornado is halfway across my hand before I tweak to what’s going on:  

Metaphysical shock treatment!  Vortexed! 

I allow the sensation to play out.  

When it reaches the base of my thumb, the twirling electrical current turns and reverses, motioning the other way under my knuckles, counter-clockwise, until, very slowly, it fades and disappears.  The whole episode lasts about a minute.


Kissing Rock


Old Native American proverb:  God created the Grand Canyon but He lives in Sedona.