Sedona Awakening

The RCI speaker/area attractions information evening was fascinating.

Chapel of the Cross

Member Rating 5 out of 5 by Su2 on May 16, 2004

You round the road and look up to find the chapel protruding from the rock. We were drawn to view it from the inside and were utterly amazed at the architect as we stood in the parking lot observing the exterior. Then as we entered the chapel area with a few pew benches and a simple alter -- the sense of awe and peace over took us. We have religious background more traditionally form our childhood -- we don't practice as much today -- but the energy in this small unobtrusive chapel moves everyone who enters.

I spoke with several others from various groups and discovered the diverse beliefs and cultures yet all had a very similar experience as we did. I tell everyone who goes to Sedona to find the Chape of the Cross (it's off the beaten path) and experience the tranquil feeling of peace that washes over you as you enter it.

Chapel of the Holy Cross
780 Chapel Road (east Of State Route 179)
Sedona, Arizona, 86336
(928) 282-4069

Informational Speaker at Resort

Member Rating 0 out of 5 by Su2 on May 16, 2004

The topic is “Columbus Meets the Indians” is very appropriate with Columbus Day the day before. I've always been interested in Indian stories. The speaker, Ted Kills in the Fog, is a native Hopi Indian and is well respected by the resort staff.

Ted told of the Indian faith and beliefs. He shared stories of how the Indians grew not to trust the white man. He told of how Columbus had carried a cross on to shore with him and how the Indians had somewhere back in their ancestry known of Jesus. That was why they trusted Columbus. This was a very fascinating speaker; the audience didn’t stir as he went on with his stories. He then told of how life is for an Indian boy; he said at age 13 the child goes off into nature and awaits the introduction of his spirit guide to direct him to his life’s journey.

Ted then introduced another speaker who told of when he was 13 he had gone into the woods near his village many years ago. He spoke softly but his voice carried to the back of the room. He told the audience that while he awaited his meeting with his spirit guide, he had taken a branch, hollowed it out, and made a flute. He said he learned to play the instrument while he waited. He began to play for the audience. The music was so beautiful, nothing like you would expect to hear from a homemade flute. It flowed in soft rhythmic waves of sound. The tune was unfamiliar, but at the same time, I could anticipate what the very next note would be.

Suddenly, I had tears flowing down my face. I didn't understand what was happening; I did not feel sad. Embarrassed, I looked around to see what the others were doing, half expecting everyone to be looking at me. No one seemed to be having the reaction I was. I wiped my face inconspicuously several times, but the tears kept flowing. I looked up to try to stop them by opening my eyes wide; I saw Ted looking at me. At first I was utterly embarrassed and very uncomfortable, but he held his gaze on me and as I met his eyes again I began to feel calm and unafraid.

When the music ended, the audience was invited to enjoy the refreshments and look at the pamphlets. There were several people from different attractions present to sign the vacationers up on their tours. I was not interested in any of that. I could not wait to get out of this room; suddenly, my whole being was shaking inside. The tears had subsided, but the strong feeling of something unfamiliar was starting to consume me. Finally, I got out of the row and looked towards the door that led to the quickest way back to my condo. All I wanted was to be with my family, the people I knew and loved and felt safe with.

Ted was standing in front of it speaking with several people. As I approached the doorway, Ted's eyes met mine again; it was like time stood still. He put his left arm out to embrace me and the other people seemed to disappear. His eyes were a mesmerizing morning glory blue as I remembered my grandmother’s had been. I fell into his embrace, as I was being drawn in by the pull of his gaze not having any control. Then I felt a love like I have never experienced before. It felt safe and whole and accepting. I had no questions; it felt like some sort of trance. He spoke softly to me, “You’re about to start a journey; relax and enjoy the adventure.” Then he gave me a tight squeeze and released his embrace. I felt as light as a feather. I could not feel the ground beneath me. He stepped aside and pushed open the door, as I stepped through the doorway I looked back and our eyes met one last time. Energy transpired between us in this last glance. I knew I would take this feeling with me the rest of my life. I began to tremble as I hurried back to my condo. Questions flooded my mind, but the feeling of love surrounded me like a warm blanket on a chilly night.

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