I recently traveled to Arizona, Utah, and Nevada for my second brief tour of the Southwest. My first visit to this beautiful area of the United States was for the TOWARD A SCIENCE OF CONSCIOUSNESS conference in Tucson Arizona. This time, however, I had the opportunity to travel to a couple of locations and visit a number of cities, including Phoenix, Sedona, Page, and the beautiful town of Springdale Utah just outside of Zion national Park.
Anyone who has traveled to this area knows there’s something miraculous and mystical about this region. The landscape, so foreign and alien, has a spirit of its own. You are saturated with a variety of colors and textures from one town to the next. It was truly like visiting another planet. The mountain peaks observing my every move, keeping watch at night, and protecting me from the blistering midday sun. With temperatures hovering around 110, I was thankful for this relief and protection if only granted momentarily. The enormous valleys and cliffs tempting me to come peak into their abyss, some holding secret turquoise colored rivers.
I now understand why the indigenous Navajo and Hopi Americans love this land, and hold it with such reverence. I could feel the presence of some unseen vibration or information. Call it spirits, energy, mother Earth or the ancestors, something deeply aware was at work in this region. Peruvian shamans referred to this as Pachamama and many will devine and communicate with the numerous Apu mountain spirits. It is interesting to note the similarities in cultural beliefs from around the world.
My first night in the desert region, after checking into my hotel, I was suddenly struck with a painful migraine headache. This migraine was focused on my left hemisphere. I retreated to my room at around 8 PM and went straight to bed. Sometime during the night, in my dream, I became semi-lucid and realized that I was looking up at a beautiful indigenous American woman who was standing over me rubbing my forehead . She had long dark hair parted down the middle that hung over her shoulders. She had the most loving expression, and I could feel her fingers moving from left to right over my brow. I do not recall if she spoke to me directly, however, I remember feeling completely loved and cared for. It was as if she was comforting me, somehow taking the pain away. I became totally conscious that she knew that I was aware of her presence, and I felt as if she was delighted in this awareness. I woke the next morning, and my migraine was absolutely gone. When I opened my eyes and looked out at the sun rising above the Mesa, I suddenly remembered her presence. I received a healing.
The next day I took a short hike through the desert to visit a local cave. The locals had collected arrowheads and pottery shards from this cave some of which had beautiful intricate designs and paintings on them. I was not allowed to enter the cave, and I’m not sure I would have even with permission. I did not have an indigenous guide, and I felt that this would have been an intrusion, or somehow disrespectful. Some of the artifacts from this cave have been dated somewhere in the range of 6000 BC, and I wasn’t about to stir up any negative energy. Sometimes you have to be invited by the local energy.
The night after visiting this cave I had another visitation. This one was not as kind. I woke from a sound sleep in the middle of the night completely aware that something or someone was standing beside my bed, and I heard the voice speaking to me as I regained consciousness. I could not make out what was said, and the sound disappeared once I was completely conscious. I had the impression that someone had come to see me, to observe me, possibly in hopes of communicating with me. I was slightly frightened and on edge the rest of the night. However, I was also excited that my consciousness was in tune with the land, and the vibrations stored in this area. I had a 3rd visitation the last night of my stay in this desert hotel. This time I woke in the middle of the night from a dream. In this dream, I was being told that someone was standing outside my window on the Mesa watching me. Again, I was concerned by this and intrigued. I looked out the window beyond the ground-level patio and only saw the beautiful silhouette of a mountain across the mesa and the twinkling of a cluster of beautiful stars. It wasn’t until the last day of my stay that I spoke to the manager about the construction and the architecture of the hotel. He said that the hotel was actually built with materials collected from the land directly around the property. The concrete walls and floors were made from the very sand and stones from the Mesa! I did not mention the visitations, nor the healing that I received to the manager. However, I thought to myself, I “completely understand now.” I was communing with the native spirits. I had been dreaming indigenous.
WRITTEN BY: GRAY SCOTT
SUGGESTED READING: NAVAJO SYMBOLS OF HEALING