Share About Sedona Retreat Experience

One of the aspects that I needed to experience with this mostly online community and its founders was an in person visceral exchange so that I felt grounded and connected to the human qualities of us all here in this group. This experience that I needed was fullfilled by my attendance at the latest Sedona retreat and some of it went like this:

And so I arrived in Sedona at long last, after the name has been a resonating echo in the back of my minds eye for years. I drove down into the deep Sedona red rock canyon from the north. I am a mountain woman so I went straight to the Bell Rock TH (TrailHead) after driving a "car hot" 8hrs to respectfully perceive if the hype was real and to look at the physical kiosk forest service map to give me an expansive feel for the lands trail system. It was dusk. I found the hype to be real as I looked at the beauty upon beauty before me from the Bell Rock TH. In this moment, I remembered what it was like to be a "gaper" and proceeded on to my exploration for a campsite. On the kiosk map, I had found a road on the outskirts of all the popular spots and drove out of town on that road and then onto a dirt road then onto a 4x4 off road to my TH camp spot. I fell asleep with my hatch open before I set up my suv extension tent. I woke up in the middle of the night with a ringing in my ear to what was unexpected wild bugs flying around my head. I put my headlamp on and set up the back end extension of my mostly metal tent in about 3 minutes. I looked up, took a deep breath, and felt a new sensation of the sun's energy still emanating from the land and rocks where I was in the middle of a starlit Sedona night sky. Back to bed. I curled up and was awake and on trail by 530am. I was trail running free in Sedona on red rocky dirt with cathedral spires all around. Happy. I then jumped in the creek. Somewhere in there was mediation/prayer. I then would show up at the retreat mostly fasted, ready to respectfully give and receive. This would be my routine for the next three days.

Please take this all in good humor and joy:

I wanted to share about my day 2. This was after the first days breath work session the eve before. In the early afternoon of this second day, Aaron lead a cord cutting meditation before our lunch break. He prompted us to see in our minds eye what our cord(s) was/were attached to. At first, my cord's characters changed until it stopped on a single emanation. When I made out who it was, I was in complete resistance. I was like "I don't want to cut off my own life force". I thought I would die because the cord was attached to the clarified once emanation of me. Then I realized that this me was a version of me that was no longer needed. Then behind this version of me appeared my mother, father and siblings. And behind them were oblong orbs of light as far as you could see until they turned into the rest of my cord going off into infinity.

Aaron then prompts, "Snip the cord". I went to snip the cord and my cord was as thick as a sequoia tree. Good thing I'm from the Northwoods because instead of a 'snipping' tool, a two man saw appeared with men on each side dressed in flannels that began sawing my cord. Once severed, I could see the inside of this sequoia cord was ancient and a well used neurological pathway for many generations. And so this cord of mine that was cut, appeared to have been being used for a very, very long time as a pathway in my ancestry. There were textures within it that showed withering. It was ready to be harvested. Then we were prompted to dissolve it. So I did. I then sealed the other side of my alive cut cord that was still attached to me. On a personal level, I understand these cords to be nerves or the equivalent energy there of. The meditation ended. We were prompted to open our eyes. My eyes were heavy and slow to open. My body, the same. I meandered out to my truck for lunch, ate a bit and napped in the shade breathing in the fresh hot Sedona air.

Back indoors for the second half of the days retreat, while listening to the given presentation, I am in my chair sitting cross-legged experiencing different states of perception as my body was now in full recalibration integration mode after my sequoia energy nerve cord had been cut. What was once a well used ancient pathway of information, now had to reconfigure itself back into my systems electrical signaling field. I was energetically and physically flucuating in all sorts of inner ways. I imagined that this must be what it's like for women in menopause. All I wanted to do was get outside and out of the artificial environment I was in. I couldn't remember my last life juncture I had spent this much time inside under this kind of barren almost lifeless light.

Class finally ends. I hop in my car and go to the Clark's Grocery for an avocado. Outside of the entryway of the store is a man playing guitar. Yes! Music, harmony, melody. I ask if I can sit. He nods. My spine was in heaven. Eventually, we talk. His name is Solomon. He is a devout Muslim. He shares with me that the Quran is a poem. It is written in rhythm and has a tempo with syncopation. I realize it is an ancient sacred song written in Arabic. I ask if he would recite some of it for me. He recites the first and last verses of the Quran. It was beautifull. We give thanks and part ways. I get my avo and drive towards my camp spot on trail. Reflecting back on our conversation, I see that when Solomon recited the first and last verse of the Quran, he had created a seal. Reciting the beginning and the end was a seal. And so I applied this to my cord cutting ceremony. A gift from the Universe that he fullfilled with his namesake.

Once at the TH. I ate. Set camp. I fell asleep looking at star venus. I awoke with the moonlight on my face. One bird song. Then another. The dawn was arriving gently over the red hue high desert mountain skyline. Then I hear "Molly!!" "Molly!!" Get over here!" I was camped at a dog friendly TH. No leashes required for these dogs. I smiled. I got up. Put my running gear on and I was off running free on trail into the morning Sedona back country.

Thanks for reading my share. I hope you enjoyed it. Good times in Sedona with the red skyland and all of the people from this container.

PEACE

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