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.

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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.

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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.

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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.