Month: November 2014

Entering the Boynton Canyon Vortex

Since there are a few vortexes in Sedona, we ventured to two sites due to our time crunch. The first being the Airport Vortex I mentioned in my last post and the second being the Boynton Canyon Vortex. The location of this vortex was off the 89A Highway and into exclusive, high-end living communities. It required a 1/2 mile hike to get to the actual rock formations and we could hear in the distance what sounded like a Native flute player beckoning us up the craggy steps.

Boynton Canyon Vortex Kachina Woman and Knoll


Walking through red powdered dirt trails amongst camphorous Juniper trees and miniscule red rocks dotting our path, we came across a local couple. The map we had was very confusing and did not provide clear directions to the actual vortex location. In addition the the trail split in a forked path in two separate locations, thus adding in our confusion. When we asked the couple how to get the vortex they stared at me blankly like they never heard of the vortex and that I must be some loon or kook asking about it. Obviously, they were not coming back from the vortex. The grumpy old man curtly advised me the trail is very long and it was too late to get to the top as it would be dark soon. He looked at his wife and seemed to scoff and said “That’s probably where those Japanese tourists were going,” with an eye roll. I thought, how rude! Those Japanese tourists were going exactly where we were trying to go and why is this racist man trying to discourage us from going? Oh yes, we are still in predominantly white, Republican Arizona and even these spiritual naysayers are still present here. (Despite the irony that something obviously drew them to settle here and they just didn’t realize it.) It seems the locals, who have a median age of 75, are annoyed by the thousands of worldly spiritual travelers in search of something greater beyond their realities. I understand being in a small town that becomes flooded with tourists can be irritating, but when you live in a sacred, spiritual area, people will continue to flock to seek what they are searching.

Twisted Juniper Tree at Boynton Canyon Vortex
Twisted Juniper Tree at Boynton Canyon Vortex

We heard the melodic flute again in the near distance and decided to continue to be lured like delusional sailors to the siren’s bay. Winding around more Juniper trees, we came to some rock carved steps with many caged cairn towers of red rocks. The flute was getting louder and we could set a faint image at the very peak of the red rock pillar, also referred to as the knoll, playing the flute into the Arizona winds. As we quickened our pace up the smooth natural stairs, we were met with different types of vortex seekers descending the stairs. One couple was the quintessential international hippie couple that walked barefoot, wore baggy hemp clothes, and sung out loud together in complete unison, and emanating peace and joy. As we reached the end of the stairs we saw the smooth of larger “stairs” that would take us to the flat surface at the base of the knoll and kachina woman to the right (the tall pillar rock). This area was cluttered with rock stacks.


Reaching the flat area to find the wind blowing lightly sent tingles all over my body. The energy felt so strong and positive here. This location’s Juniper trees were twisted more than at the Airport Vortex and it was a bigger area to roam around in. The flute player was at the very top of the steep knoll, which didn’t appear very high from the base but I crawled around the edge of the formation and found a comfortable place to sit and peer out into Sedona and mediate.

Sitting on my ledge at Boynton Canyon Vortex

As I had read, this vortex was supposed to contain a balance of both masculine and feminine energy, whereas the Airport Vortex was predominantly masculine energy. My body dissolved into the rocks and I felt such powerful silence and strength overcome me. Time permitting, I would have stayed far longer to just absorb was coming over me. I wanted to conduct a tarot card reading to help provide me with some guidance about my career and what direction I should head in, since lately I’ve been feeling quite disillusioned and resentful about my job. I struggle with trying to make a livable wage while doing something I am passionate about. I guess this is no great quandary as most people stuck in office jobs at some point learn to just suppress their unhappiness or they boldly take that leap and start their career anew. I wanted to do my card reading alone in my solitude on the cliff edge, but my co-traveler found me and urged me to do a reading together. My instincts told me I wouldn’t get an accurate reading here, but I felt that since I gave her reading at the airport vortex that I should reciprocate and analyze my cards in front of her.

The Goddess Cards revealed to me: Damara

As picture above, “Damara,” guardian of children revealed herself to me here. The reading didn’t feel right as I had this belief that prior to my trip, I was getting bad readings. I was convinced my cards were mad at me because I kept asking the same question over and over because I was so stressed out about this particular personal situation and I wasn’t satisfied with the initial cards I pulled (thus I kept forcing a different, confusing outcome). I had the intention to bring my cards into the vortexes of Sedona in an effort to re-energize them and, hopefully, win back their favor. Although tarot cards can always be loosely interpreted, I just couldn’t believe the cards were telling me to work with children when I don’t feel I have a strong connection with children (I prefer animals much more). Feeling a little upset and betrayed (how could these cards be wrong in a vortex!), I set it aside and documented it, noting that I should have followed my instincts and not conducted any reading but instead I should have allowed the re-charging effects of the energy field to reinvigorate me.

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As the sun was beginning to set, the flute player descended the peak he sat atop and began to speak to some European tourists and explain the importance of love, God, and light. His presence was so calming and his voice was smooth. His face was reddened by long exposure in the sun at the high altitude and his white paige-boy hair and mustache seemed fitting of an old sage at the vortex. He approached us and repeated his same message and explained he came there everyday to spread the universal message of love and to play the flute for travelers to the vortex. Never saying his name, he gave each of us hard shaped red rocks that he must have carved or sanded down. It was such a natural gift bestowed to us from the flute player by the earth goddess within the vortex.

With love from Sedona
With love from Sedona

Someone said to us that all of Sedona was one huge vortex. This fellow camper asked us, “Can’t you feel the energy here? There are spirits and ghosts everywhere.” Feeling ashamed for not feeling this feeling he described, we stared at each other waiting for a response. He then added, “You will know it once you leave.” Now, as I sit hundreds of miles to the west of Sedona  I understand what he meant and I feel my soul beckoning me back there and to keep traveling.


A Mystic’s Mecca in Sedona

I recently have come back from a 10-day road trip to Arizona and New Mexico. The goal of the journey was my friend’s desire to view the Georgia O’Keefe museum in person and to have a camping adventure. Our stops included Sedona, Winslow, Gallup, Santa Fe, Taos, and back to Sedona. The two places that struck me were Sedona and Taos and I felt the positive energy in both places. I want to take some time to reflect on Sedona and what a powerful place it is. The rumors are true!

Entering Sedona


I am a novice to camping but my friend is a Ranger and camps all the time, so I always have felt comfortable camping with her. She’s a wonderful cook and has most of the equipment necessary for comfortable outdoor living. Having never visited the Southwest, there is this certain allure and charm that has drawn me to visit. Thus upon learning of my friend’s journey, I volunteered myself to join since I rarely take vacations these days and was in a much needed energy rut. I’m glad she let me tag along!

Our campsite at Lo Lo Mai Campground
Our campsite at Lo Lo Mai Campground

Sedona is renowned as being the mystic’s Mecca and this could not be truer. As our car continued the ascent to 4,500 feet elevation, we were awe-struck by the sight of overbearing red rock formations surrounding Sedona. I can confidently say I saw no trash anywhere on the sidewalks and every home seemed like a wealthy couple’s winter lodging.

Sedona Red Rocks
Sedona Red Rocks

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Crystal shops were in abundance and it felt so strange to see so many in such close proximity to one another, but at the same time it was refreshing to see the New Age shops on every corner rather than a Starbucks or a liquor store. In doing some researching about Sedona, it became a New Age Haven starting in the 50s and began to gain more momentum in the 80s with the publicity of the various vortexes (or vortices) sprinkled throughout the area. Sedona did feel a little touristy in the sense that there might be those deceptive business owners trying to buy into the whole crystal movement and sell fake products. I tried to keep my guard up in this respect since I’ve been following and reading about New Agey-ness for awhile now and no dealer is going to convince me to buy a $1,000 citrine cavern to sit in my one bedroom apartment (although if I had the money and space I might reconsider). Ultimately, I did cave in and succumb to a crystal shop’s calling and was in there for over 2 hours just reading and looking at the assortment and variety of crystals. I felt so drained; like all the crystals were having a go with me and testing the water. Each one I picked up or touched was trying to get a feeling from me just as I was also trying to assess the feelings. I easily spent $70 (rather quickly) and felt a little guilty about it. The whole idea of buying crystals–things that are naturally occurring and gifts from nature–seems to defeat their purpose as tools for our spiritual well-being, but I understand how modernity has cheapened everything and it all comes down to dollars and cents. At least that’s what our culture has taught us.

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There are thousands of tourists that come through Sedona every year for spiritual journey and I can’t say I wasn’t included in this statistic. I had expectations that my whole rogue, feminist road trip would be an enlightening experience (which it was) and that Sedona was just the peak of our journey. Although later in our travelings a Taos Pueblo Indian confided with us that the whole concept of the Sedona vortexes is all a gimmick to lure tourists. She noted that there are vortexes all over the earth and you just had to connect and find them. this insight still couldn’t shatter the goosebump power and peace I felt at the two vortex sites I visited. While I might wish I was a medium or psychic, I am not. However, I do feel very sensitive to people and surroundings. I could be considered an empath, but I don’t think I fall into the full definition. Typically, if I calm myself and concentrate I can feel the energy of people or my surroundings via the intensity of goosebumps I receive. Strange I know, but I recognize this happens when I mediate (and there’s no draft) or I’m in powerfully positive or negative spaces.

Sedona Vortex Map Courtesy of:

The first vortex we visited was known as the Airport Vortex as it sits comfortably on a hill right next to the Sedona airport. The vortex itself is at the valley between two hills; however, the best place to feel the energy is to climb the hill to the left. The Juniper trees’ branches are often twisted slightly due to the energy. I decided to scale the craggy rocks and was met with several other visitors–some mediating, some lying on their backs with various crystals on their chakras, others walking on the rocks with their bare feet, while others were piloting some drone aircrafts. I felt tingles all over my body once I gazed out to the 360 views of Sedona. It was very calming and peaceful at the top. Many spiritual sojourners stack rock or cairns as a spiritual marker.

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Me stacking red rocks at Airport Vortex

You could easily spend a few hours at the top just gazing out at the valley and red rocks, just soaking in the energy that makes you feel alive. I used to get a similar feeling or vibration when visiting big cities like New York, but this natural, serene setting really trumps that. Perhaps I’m getting older and constantly searching for peace, serenity, and clarity–all of which cannot be felt in a major bustling, polluted metropolis. It’s no wonder people are drawn here and just pack up and move here.  In my readings of Sedona, and contrary to what the Taos Native told us, this was a sacred area for Natives that settled here hundreds of years ago. This can easily be confirmed as oddly enough, northern Arizona and the Sedona area have a creek running through it which offers water and vegetation–obvious pluses for surviving. Some Native cultures mention Star People having visited them and sharing knowledge with them. This theory/belief has become popularized with the Ancient Alien theories floating about. While I won’t delve into the ancient alien theories, it stands to reason that Sedona would have been an ideal place for ancient extra-planetary visitors due to the high elevation and the naturally occurring vortexes surrounding the area.

The purpose really of this post is to begin the unraveling and discussion of Sedona as it needs further reflection on my part. Coming back to work and my “fast paced life” after a week of road tripping and camping was extremely depressing. I felt very low energy and sad about my current career. I wished I had extended my trip longer and felt a sad longing to be back in Sedona and continue my soul searching. I only realized the importance of taking time to reflect in nature once I came back to work. I’m praying this will only continue the spark for spiritual travel.