My Latest Adventure Oct 21

I had been living in Auckland for the past 20 months (pre-covid) and received a clear message that it was time to leave New Zealand. My partner Peter and I boarded a flight from a deserted Auckland

airport. Once bustling with people from around the globe, the ghost town airport at the end of the

line was strangely eerie, and oddly, I felt relief, and excitement to be leaving.

No queues, plentiful space, and freedom to roam on the flight. Excellent service wherever we went.

Arriving in the States, the energy was completely different, inviting, and expansive. Everything about

the trip, the people we met, the ease, and flow of the 38-hour journey, the synchronicities,

everything fell into absolute divine alignment.

Upgrade on a hire car, no queues, fantastic helpful people, free luxury hotel rooms, fun, and laughter.

Staying in Sedona is fascinating, I can see why people flock here. I love the wildness of it, hearing

packs of coyotes howling at night, the red rocks changing colour at different times of the day, sitting

under juniper trees whose trunks are twisted by the energy vortexes. The land here calls you, and

when out on it, time disappears. It is easy to imagine that time does not exist, minutes turn into

hours, hours turn into minutes, it is truly magical.

Unexpected, awesome meet-up with friends, generosity, surprises (will reveal another time) increased spiritual awareness, random strangers, acts of kindness, gifts, and cuddles from a cute puppy.

A friend took me to one of the quiet, less known, tourist locations as I kept asking “what is in that

direction?” I felt an overwhelming pull to visit a particular area. I knew I had been there before, I

needed to retrace my steps. As we were driving towards the location I connected with the Guardian,

an ancient Indian who was protecting the sacred site. He welcomed me and we ‘spoke’ of his work

to keep the portal safe for the traveler’s past, who still frequented this land.

He watched over us as we climbed up a steep, partly hidden track until we came to the ancestors’ caves where they slept and cooked, many years ago. Continuing our journey, we arrived at the top of the mountain where the remains of an old stone circle stood, where once, discussion and ceremony took place.

Sitting down on one of the many stones I ‘saw’ the small tribe sat around sharing stories,

prayers, and rituals. I was welcomed and felt humbled to be invited into a sacred space.

Instinctively, on leaving the hidden track and returning to the well-trodden, tourist path, I looked

around for a branch to cover over our footprints. I laughed out loud as I recalled this physical

memory from another lifetime.

Another hike to the top of a mesa, helped me to release my fear of heights. When I was young, I was

shown a vision of falling from a high mountain in the desert. In that lifetime, I was a male red Indian,

and coming to America, I knew that I would release the past trauma. As I climbed up the rocky

pathway, shimmying along ledges with steep drops, I knew I had nothing to fear, in fact, I loved

jumping from rock to rock, standing on the edges looking out over the stunning landscape.

Meditation, peace, new connections, personal upgrades, clarity, and greater awareness.