Walking the Land: Isis Rock Crown Chakra Hike-Eileen Nauman

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According to Nicholas Mann who wrote Sedona, Sacred Earth, Isis is the crown chakra of the system that runs through Red Rock country in Sedona, Arizona. On Tuesday, March 10th on a Full Moon in Virgo, Marty Reinstra, my faithful friend who is also an energy hunter, met at Wildflower Bakery in Sedona.

But first, a few synchronicities started happening. As I turned off Page Springs road to go on 89A, there was one-quarter of a piece of drywall shattered and right in front of me! I growled, “This is getting ridiculous!” and pulled over and got out of my car. The drywall hit so hard that half of it was nothing but white powder across the ramp. I picked up the pieces and hauled them off the road so no one would have an accident. And they would have because this rectangular piece was huge.

As I drove onto 89A one of my guides told me that by working on the chakra system in Sedona, I was picking up debris, throwing it aside to ensure no one else would be hurt. I’d done it with the four coffee pot boxes that were in the slow lane of 89A last Tuesday. I thought about my guide’s comment and decided that it sounded right. I’ve worked with energy centers around the world and often, I’ve found them blocked with debris from human pollution (air, water or earth). This was no different, I suddenly realized. My hands were dusty white from picking up all the drywall, so I had wiped them on my jeans and made some nice white marks on them as well.

I was led, before I left today, to gather special items for our hike to the crown chakra of Sedona. I had worked with high energy and powerful spiritual beings from other dimensions who work down here to keep Mom Earth healthy and in balance. I did several things.

First, I chose three beautiful quartz crystals to give to Isis. I wanted it to be from me, Marty Reinstra and Ramona Stites. Even though Ramona couldn’t come this time, I wanted her there in spirit. She’s so powerful and her voice/chanting unbelievably healing to anyone who hears it. I wrapped each crystal in red cotton cloth and tied it with red yarn.

Why? Because if you put crystal out in the open, the sunlight goes through it and can cause a fire. The Brin Fire in Sedona last year was blamed on just such an incident. They found crystals where the origin fire had started. And the Brin fire destroyed a lot of land and homes–it was pretty awful. I didn’t want that to happen, so I wrapped these really well with the intent of putting them under a rock so no sunlight could ever reach them.

Here are the three quartz crystals I chose. They are sitting on my quilt cutting board! The red cloth is cotton and will be wrapped securely around each one. And then, wrapped in red yarn. Most people don’t realize it, but when sunlight lances through a crystal, it acts like a magnifying glass and literally, can start a fire. That’s why I wrap them up to avoid such a hazardous situation.

I was drawn to take a black Osha root that had been given to me recently by Rhonda Pallas Downey, a friend of mine and flower essence owner. I was a bit mystified why my guides were nagging me to take the root, but I said okay and didn’t think about it again.

I gathered up my bag of Grandmother’s Milk. This is white powdered that I had been given permission to gather from the Seven Grandmother’s Cave in Boynton Canyon right next door to Long Canyon where Isis stood. This white powder appears like milk leaking out of the red cave walls in this very special place. I wanted to take it along. I knew that later, I’d know what to do with it.

The other sacred item was cattail pollen that had been gathered by N’aKuzzi, a student in training with Oh Shinnah Fast Wolf. N’aKuzzi had gone to Canada (north), to gather pollen, to the East Coast of the USA (east), to Mexico (south) and finally to the West Coast (west) to find this pollen. They used pollen in many of their sacred ceremonies and she had gifted me with some that I cherished and used sparingly. Today, I brought it along without understanding why I would do that. Normally I never take the pollen or the Grandmother’s breast milk powder with me on trips like this. Because of its powerful nature, I reserve it for sacred ceremony within my shamanic facilitator community.

As I dashed out the door, I thought, “Oh! I need a tablet to draw and write on!” I ran over to the phone desk. There was a stack of notebooks. I grabbed one and ran. Later, as you can see….it is a “rainbow” notebook and even the lines in it are the colors of it! I just died laughing when I realized what I’d unconsciously chosen. More synchronicity. Wow.

When I grabbed the notebook, unseen, from a pile of them on the phone desk, I didn’t know what it was until I saw it. Note the ‘rainbow’ and the colored lines! Talk about synchronicity.

And here is the front of the notebook! The rainbow! Nothing like a little hint that we’re on the right track. Such things synchronistically happen to all of us. We just need to be aware that there’s more than one way that the spirits are talking to us. We just need to see it and listen.

I’d also put together in one of my Incan/Peruvian pouches a selection of shells from New Zealand, Australia, Canada, Europe, UK and the West Coast of the USA. I added a turtle that had been handmade by a dear, long-ago friend, Tom, who passed over. I had a red and green rubber snake and I put them in my pouch as well. They had been in my hogan for fifteen years and since we were dealing with snake energy, I wanted them.

Besides the black root of Osha, I took my very special sequoia pine cone. This was from my gentle Sequoia tree spirit who had given me the mind-blowing vision back in 1985, which is now coming true in 2009. I chose a beautiful gray and red Lingam stone from India because it showed balance with its design and colors. There was a Herkimer diamond included, as well. All these special things that had been with me, who represented me and my experiences around the world, were put into the bag. I intended to gift Isis with the pouch as a personal heart-to-heart gift with this magnificent spirit.

When I met Marty and we drove to Sedona, we agreed that not having Ramona Stites along was awful. She had contributed so much to our work at Grassy Knolls. Met with an unavoidable project, she might not be here, but she was with us in spirit. Plus, we had a crystal to give to Isis in her name. She was with us in spirit, like Nicholas Mann, who discovered this chakra system, was. We could hardly wait to eat and get out on the trail!

Marty had Nicholas Mann’s book when we had lunch at the Wildflower Bakery. She showed me some new songs from the grandson (whose chakra system is the one Nicholas figured out). I about fell off my chair when she showed me the story. He came with a black root and turquoise. Plus, the Grandmother used “white powder” and cattail pollen!

I just sat there with my mouth open. Marty didn’t know I was bringing these very sacred ceremonial items. And I hadn’t read it in Nicholas Mann’s book, either. The fact that the ‘white powder’ plays so prominently in the story, I told Marty about the ‘white powder’ of the gypsum/drywall that had been dropped off a truck on the on ramp. That was a ‘clue’ from the rainbow snake of things to come. After reading the information, I was charged because what are the chances of having cattail pollen from the four corners of north and central America on hand? Or the black root (osha root)?? Or, for that matter, the ‘white powder’?? This was just amazing synchronicity. We were jazzed and higher than two excited kites!

We got to Long Canyon and knew we had a long hike in front of us. I’d gotten an email from Nicholas telling us to use a wash to get up on the left side of Isis. However, we never found any trails. But, that’s getting ahead of what did happen.

Here I am with my pack on and my trust 200-hundred-year-old Tibetan bon-po drum attached to it. As I walk, the two stones in the drum hit the drum and it begins to ‘sing.’ I pay attention to this because as we get close to a shift of energy or near something the drum spirit likes, her song changes and becomes more bell-like and vibrational. I’m pointing toward Long Canyon. Marty Reinstra took the photo.

On the trail the vista started opening up. The first thing I saw was on our left. There in sandstone was a hawk’s head and in white dolomite about fifty feet from the red hawk was a woman’s profile. Clearly, you could see her staring across the canyon–right at Isis rock! It was another amazing incident.

As the trail opened up on our left I saw this hawk’s head (it looks like we are looking at it from the back of its head) and the woman’s profile in white dolomite. The hawk is looking at her. That is Grandmother Komwida. And what is she looking at? Why, straight across Long Canyon is Isis rock!

About a quarter of a mile further down the trail, I looked up as the cedars and junipers cleared and I saw this huge red sandstone snake’s head. And it was looking at…. was I seeing right? AN ARCH? No. Couldn’t be. But yet, as I stared at it hard, I was sure it was another red sandstone arch. And guess where the snake was looking: past the arch and directly at Isis rock about four hundred feet away on the same side of the canyon. Wow! That was powerful rock formation all pointing their fingers at Isis! We were pumped. Isis is composed of three very tall, vertical sandstone rock. They are magnificent.

 

The next vista opened up and I gasped. There, right in front of us was the Rainbow snake’s head to the right in red sandstone with a bit of white on her brow. You can see her eye, her mouth and even the shadow where her lips are at, looks like her tongue is coming out! And she is looking at the beautiful red sandstone arch directly in front of her. Beyond that is Isis rock.

And here is a larger view. On the right is the Rainbow snake’s head, and then, you see the arch. To the very far left are three red sandstone columns about 120 feet high. Above is Maroon mountain which is made of white dolomite. Those three sandstone columns are Isis Rock or “The Three Sisters” or what Marty and I decided to call, Grandmother.

And then, we walked past Isis. I slowed down and asked Marty if we should stop, go back and do some brush climbing to get to it. She pulled out her book and read it. Not much help. I felt like we’d gone too far, but she said, “Let’s do another ten minutes. If we don’t find a trail that goes toward Isis, we’ll turn around and go back.”

At the end of that ten minutes, as ‘luck’ or perhaps synchronicity would have it, an older couple was hiking out of the canyon. We asked if there was a path to Isis. They didn’t know the rock. So, we asked if there was any path up ahead that went on the far side of the canyon. They said no, that they’d hiked three miles back to the end of Long Canyon. We turned around and went back.

Along our path we ran into an Ash tree with NINE trunks. This is where there is a vortex. Trees will frequently grow with five to nine trunks at the center of a vortex so they’re easy to spot this way even if you don’t “feel” them.

I knew we would have to traverse the huge wash that paralleled the trail. What I didn’t like was the slope of thick, waist-high manzanita bushes peppered with Nolina (a sharp, spiky grass), prickly pear cactus and a lot of disturbed slabs of rock. But, as we hunted around, that was all we could do. I told Marty this was going to be hard work. It was what he had to do to try and reach Isis.

Let’s just say that for one solid hour we bushwhacked. Our hands were cut, we’d been stuck by cactus spines time and again, the Catclaw bushes (they have hundreds of tiny thorns on every branch and there’s lots of them around), and having to move ever upward, was exhausting. When you consider we’re in our 60’s and not used to this type of brutal climbing, you can feel sorry for us. Also, this kind of test absolutely demands that you be IN your body and totally grounded. If you aren’t, trust me, you’re going to fall and probably hurt yourself pretty badly. That’s how these tests go that I’ve had all my life when working with high, sacred energy–endurance, focus, grounding, following one’s heart and keeping one’s INTENT there that this is for the good of all our relations. When those things are locked in, you persevere and make it to your destination.

Along the trail at another place before we went bush whacking, Marty fell in love with this Cedar tree trunk. Look at the colors. They are just gorgeous.

I told Marty at one rest stop that going into an area where we were going to break the energy and work with it and hopefully heal or open it up, there was always a TEST. She just gave me a round -eyed look, breathing too hard to say anything. There’s always a test going into a sacred area. How bad do you want to go there? That’s what the challenge is. I was so used to doing it this way I told her once we got up there, we’d probably see a very easy route out–without a lot of manzanita around.

We got to a wash and I climbed down in it. Anything was better than those bushes! The wash led upward and to the left of Isis, which was composed of three thin sandstone figures. On the map at the beginning of the trail, they were shown as the “Three Sisters.” We don’t know where the name came from, but we agreed to all the rock formation, “Grandmother” to honor Komwida pukwia (Grandmother White Stone from the Yavapai creation myth).

The wash was filled with cactus, trees knocked over that you had to climb over or under, and a lot of boulders. It was tough going. At one point, it got so clogged with brush I told Marty to stay below and I’d scout ahead. After all, I was the younger of the two of us! I went far enough to realize it was a box canyon with a thirty-foot wall that neither of us could climb. Turning around, I told her we needed to go down the wash and then climb up where this wall became less and less so that we could get up and over it. I knew on the other side of this wash wall, we could get to Isis.

It was a good thing the day was sunny and in the low 60’s because I wouldn’t have wanted to try this if it was any hotter. We finally went down the wash far enough to see a way up and over the wash wall that we could traverse with our sixty-year-old legs and bodies.

Once up there, we found a nice flat oval spot. When we turned around, we gasped. There was the entire complex in the distance: Pyramid Mountain, Rainbow Bridge and it was a magnificent view. Turning, we could see Grandmother standing far above us.

In front is Isis rock with the three figures about 120 feet high in red sandstone. Nicholas Mann had given this the “crown” chakra formation. Lest anyone thinks otherwise, check out the rock slightly to the left and behind Isis–it’s red and then has an ice-cream cone looking top of white with red through it. That’s a head with a CROWN on it! Talk about the land trying to tell us something. Marty was the one who noticed this.

There was a six-foot sandstone wall that stopped us from climbing up toward Grandmother any further. There were no handholds. No way to climb up and over it. I told Marty I wasn’t going to kill myself trying to get to Isis. She said, “Well, why don’t we do the ceremony here? It’s close enough!” Right on.

 

Another beautiful look at Isis with Maroon mountain above her. Note the sky is a solid blue–more on this later.

We rested up, drank a lot of water, had some trail mix and nuts and let our bruised, punctured, bloody and beat up bodies rest before we began. It was three p.m. and we’d started out on this expedition at one p.m.

Here we are on our shelf. Isis is right behind me. It was as close as we could get. Again, note the sky is one solid blue color.

I found a lovely rock alter. There were several flat sandstone rocks on this outcropping. I went over to study the terrain of where Isis was at. Right below the ‘skirts’, scallops or red rock benches of the formation was a wall about thirty feet tall. It was a huge wash that ended just below the skirts. And this wash was wide, deep and flat. It spilled out downward into Long Canyon and seem to be very connected energy-wise, to the rest of our friendly formations we’d already worked with. There was no way from our present position to climb DOWN that wall into that wash. Besides, the only way to Isis was on the other side of that wash. I told Marty next time we come, we’re going to look for a way to that slope that would, indeed, get us directly up in front of the crown chakra.

Behind Isis is an amazing U-shaped red sandstone with black vertical stripes down it. In my experience, any U-shape is a reflector, much like a radar dish. It sends and receives energy. And when you see something this size, you know it’s a big honking energy generator.

In my experience working with sacred places and their energy, you don’t have to be with them–you only have to be in the nearby vicinity to connect with the spirit and their energy. And that’s what we did today. The first thing I did was bring out the three crystals that were wrapped in red cloth. Marty held one in her right hand. We held Ramona’s crystal between us and I held my crystal in my left hand. Marty spoke a prayer out loud. And then, I did the same and invoked Ramona’s name as well. We then found a place to hide these crystals from view. They will stay there, I hope, forever as a heartfelt gift from us to Isis.

Laying out all my things on the rock, I prepared Marty and I for our initiation. I placed cedar oil on our heart, throat, brow and crown chakra. That was followed by the Grandmother’s breast milk powder from the cave over in Boynton Canyon. Then, lastly, the sacred cattail pollen.

Marty had read in the book that the Grandson had made a cross out of the ‘white powder.’ So, to honor this story, I drew a white cross across Marty’s heart with the powder from the Seven Grandmother’s cave. She did the same for me. I’m sure by now you have a picture in your mind’s eye of what we looked like: painted up in white and yellow and smelling wonderfully of cedar!
I then ask Marty to sing the song of the Grandmother formation. As she did this, I took a handful of the white powder, held it up and let it drizzle out of the bottom of my hand. The wind instantly picked up and it flew like a bird from beneath my hand to scatter all over the landscape below us.

As Marty sang the Grandson’s song, I did the same thing with the yellow cattail pollen powder. It too was whisk away by a strong breeze that sprang up during this ceremony. The white powder honored the Grandmother Komwida who had come to our Earth to sing it into life. Marty sang her song and we gave the white powder to all our relations in hope of bringing Grandmother back to us once more in a time when she was desperately needed. The same intent was done with the Grandson and the cattail pollen. Only time will tell if we were successful in emulating this ceremony that was in the song.

Then, I sat down with my beautiful two-hundred-year-old Tibetan Bon-Po shaman drum and began to play. Marty had brought along her twin flutes. Together, we played music to honor Isis, Grandmother White Stone, her daughter whom we named White Star, and her grandson. As I closed my eyes, I began to see some white energy begin to gather at the tops of the three sandstone figures. Then, I saw the energy trickling down from above through the three figures. On the left column, I saw Grandmother appear like a white ghost apparition. I only saw the top part of her body. Her arms and hands came out of the stone. She had something in them and I couldn’t tell what it was until she thrust her arms outward and opened them. It was a flock of white doves that she had released! The moment she released them, a huge gust of wind came up and nearly knocked me off my seat. My drum swayed forward and I almost lost control of it. I kept on beating the drum in rhythm with Mother Earth’s heartbeat. The wings of the doves had flapped and the wind was a result of their release. Too cool!

I saw the doves fly around the area, and then into the valley and around the same area the rainbow snake had created at Grassy Knolls. They were a brilliant white, beautiful and glittering.

I trained my attention back on Isis. I saw Grandmother step out of her rock home. And then, another woman who was an adult. On the last rock to the right, a third one and she was a spindly girl of about twelve years old. I frowned because I thought in the story there was the grandmother, the daughter who later was killed by an eagle and her son, whom the grandmother trained. There was three women standing there. Confused, I watched a white cloud appear and out of it stepped the grandson. He had appeared next to where the girl, White Star, had come out of the column. Four? Not three? I shrugged and let it go. What I saw, I saw.
They then floated down and stood on the stone shelf where we were at. I thanked them for coming to us because I hadn’t expected this visit and it was an honor. Grandmother Komwida told me that she appreciated us coming. She said it was a sign. I told her we were glad to be here. The Grandson came forward and he was very kind. He said it was important that we were here and he was happy to see us. Then, the three women faded back into their rocks.

The grandson became covered with a white cloud and then the cloud disappeared. As I continued to beat the drum, the wind continued to blow. I find that when ceremony is done correctly, the wind always rises as a blessing. It tells me we are in the right intent and we are in our heart.

The next thing I saw and was aware of was the rainbow-kiva that the rainbow snake had built last week around us. I saw the snake come out of her sipapu, or emergence hole. She sped clockwise around the entire inner circumference of our recently built energy kiva. She did this four times. Then, she disappeared back down into her sipapu at Rainbow Bridge.

I began to see above the kiva white clouds and white energy. It finally seeped down through the kiva and into the Isis formation. I watched the rocks begin to throb with renewed life as this white and gold energy made its way from above down through the rocks.

To my amazement, as the white energy disappeared at the bottom of Isis, it suddenly burst forth into seven streams of light. Each was a color of a chakra: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and a white-gold. These streams flowed quickly in colorful ribbons downs the skirts/scallops/benches or slopes of Isis, down into the thirty-foot wall and into the huge, rocky wash. I watched as the color and energy spread like a river throughout the entire basin where the rainbow snake had created our infinity kiva.

From our shelf, Isis up on the left. Right in front of her, just below her benches/skirts/scallops or red sandstone is a HUGE wash! It is about thirty feet deep and you can see how wide it is. This played a vital role in the release of the chakra colored energy from the base of Isis and it flowed right down this wash and into the entire landscape toward Sedona.

I asked Grandmother Komwida if she would tell me what was going on. She said that this release had been wanting to come through, but had been stopped a long time ago. Because we had catalyzed the throat and brow chakra formations, the energy of Life was coming back to the Earth. She said it would continue to pump and pulse through them but couldn’t do as much as it should until we had ceremonially opened up all the other chakras. I solemnly promised her that next week, we were going to Grandmother Bell rock, the root chakra, to start there and continue up to the navel chakra, then the solar plexus and end our journey at the heart chakra.

Grandmother nodded her head and smiled. She said if we did that, then the energy that was now flowing through her stone formation would continue to spread around the world as it once had. I promised her we would fulfill our part in this wonderful rebirthing process.

When we were done, I shared with Marty what I’d seen and the conversations I had with the spirit beings. We agreed it was good. The one interesting thing was that THREE WOMEN came out of the three sandstone formations. And the Grandson, appeared out of a white cloud nearby. There is only TWO women in the Yavapai creation myth plus the Grandson. That makes three, not four. Marty and I agreed that what I saw–the crone (grandmother), the mother and the child was an ageless symbol of ALL women. Further, it was a TRIANGLE of women.

The Grandson was outside these three in this rock formation. He was equally important, but a part. Then, I noticed opposite of where we sat, that this exact group was replicated in the red rocks. I’ve supplied a photo so you can see what I’m talking about. The three are together and the fourth is off to the right of them–just as what I saw at Isis. We don’t have answers for this. As Marty said, when a story comes down through time, things can be lost or added to it. So, who knows? Maybe, in the beginning (and it was lost through time) there were three women plus the Grandson. And, another intriguing question is: who named Isis the “Three Sisters”? Because, indeed, I saw three WOMEN in that rock formation. Mysteries. Always mysteries to be solved like some complex jigsaw puzzle.

Here are the three rocks to the north of Isis with the fourth one symbolizing Skata, the Grandson of the Yavapai creation story. That helped me realize that what I saw: the three women come from Isis and Skata materializing out of a cloud to the right of Isis, was explained elsewhere in the structures in this area. Note that the sky is one solid blue color. More on this after the blog.

I got up and chose another flat rock for the gifts I wanted to give to Isis. I placed them in the four directions. At the last moment, I added a smooth, round black stone that Dave, my husband, had picked up from the Moon Temple at the Urubamba River at Machu Picchu, the Incan temple in Peru. The Urubamba River slithers like a snake, quite literally, around the temple complex of Machu Picchu, Huynu Picchu and Mama Putakusi. These three monoliths (there’s that three again–three is a triangle and in this case, these three mountains in Peru ARE triangular to one another) had the wild white water of the Urubamba river winding in and around each of them. I felt that this particular stone should be given as a gift for that reason, plus, I wanted to pull in the energy of South America to this altar. Each gift I gave was offered humbly to Isis. And such energy is used for the good of all.

Marty added her gifts to the group as well. She had a beautiful piece of turquoise and laid it in the center of the altar. I put down a handful of the ‘white powder’ and cattail pollen. In one corner, I put a handful of yellow cornmeal to honor the feminine. The black root of the Osha was there. As Marty and I stood back critically looking at our gifts, we agreed that the four components used in the story of birth and creation were on that altar. We smiled at one another and gave each other high five’s! We’d done it!

And wouldn’t you know? After we packed up and left, we followed the small wash down and it only took us TEN MINUTES to reach the main trail!!! I laughed at us and told Marty that it’s always tough going in, that there are tests, but if we did it right, there’s a way out that is smooth and easy in comparison. And so it was.

ENERGY EMANATIONS FROM SEDONA BEFORE AND AFTER CEREMONY
As I was plowing through about 120 photos I’d taken on our Isis hike, I started to see a pattern in some of the photos I’d taken. Check this out:
At 12:49 pm, just before we entered the canyon, I took a shot toward Pyramid Peak. (DSC 0010) To the RIGHT of it, unseen due to the tree line, is Rainbow Bridge. I did not see this with my eyes, but my camera picked it up and I discovered it today as I was going through to choose photos for the blog. This shows a white concave area of white light, then light blue above and then darker blue. It is emanating directly from the sipapu of the Rainbow snake at Rainbow Bridge. I was amazed. And then, I decided to try and find a photo shot in the opposite direction into Long Canyon to see if the same energy expression was there.

Here is the first photo shot at 12:49 p.m. from entrance of Long Canyon looking East. Note the white area. That is energy emanations from Rainbow Bridge where the Rainbow Snake resides in her sipapu or emergence hole. Also, note the striations that are horizontal–it’s an amazing photograph and I sure did not see any of this with my two eyes. But fortunately, the camera did. Also, it is specific only to this area. I took photos in all directions and noted them in the above blog by saying: Note: sky is one color of blue. Now you know why I did that. Check them out against this series of photos taken at different times.

Then, at 1:12 p.m., I took a photo slightly north of Pyramid Peak and look at it–the same white glow and blue striations. I’m not sure what this butte is called but Pyramid Peak is unseen to the right of it and then further to the right is Rainbow Bridge where the white light is thick and discernible.

This photo was taken at 1:12 pm and I shot it from the entrance of Long Canyon looking toward Pyramid Peak, Rainbow Bridge and Sedona beyond that. Notice the white color, the striations of blue.

This was shot at 1:14 pm. This is looking directly at the snake’s head on the right, the arch, and to the left of it, Isis formation. There is NO white light or horizontal striations that can be seen.

And here at 1:14 p.m., just two minutes later, I turned around and shot OPPOSITE direction at Isis and the snake’s head and arch. Notice the sky is one blue color with no other colors and no striations.

This was shot from our shelf just below and to the left of Isis rock. Note the white in the horizon and the light and dark blue striations. This was taken BEFORE we started our ceremony at 1:15 p.m.

This was taken at 1:15 p.m. and you are looking a Pyramid Peak in the center and Rainbow Bridge to the left. Again, the white color and striations in blue are there. This photo was taken from our shelf shortly after we arrived and before we started our ceremony of thanks to Isis.

This shot was taken AFTER the ceremony and is an even broader look at the same area of looking toward Sedona with the chakra system alignment with the buttes. You can see that the white color has ‘spread’ along the horizon.

This is the huge wash just below Isis Rock. This was taken AFTER the ceremony and looking toward the Pyramid Peak and Rainbow Bridge area with Sedona beyond that. Two things to compare to the other photo of basically the same area/horizon. This photo was taken a 2:47 p.m. Look at how the white color has lengthened along the horizon. And look at the blue-green layer just above it and look at how it is swelling upward at Rainbow Bridge area. Plus, the color striations are very distinct now, compared to before. It is through this huge wash that the chakra colors are flowing out the feet of Isis Rock, down through it and moving energetically throughout the entire area before you. Nothing like seeing the changes.

If you don’t see any difference, then it has to do with your computer screen and how many colors you’ve chosen to see with onscreen. So, I hope you have chosen “millions of colors” so that you can see an incredible change.

I have seen this kind of phenomena in other sacred places where me or others in a group were working to release stuck or blocked or dormant energy. After it is released, there can be a leaping of colors or a widening, thickening and spreading of a color or colors. This is what has happened after we performed the ceremony for Isis. Pretty astounding because I was not aware of it at all until I started looking at the photos. Unless anyone thinks that the chakra system isn’t alive and pumping energy, this shows that it is.

The main reason we are sharing our energy adventures with you is in hopes that you will look around your own back yard where you live. What is there? Look for circles. Look for shapes in the rocks if you have them. What we do, you can do. It’s easy to go out and sing a song you love to your yard, garden or an area that you’re drawn too that is nearby. Take a notebook, maybe some colored pencils or paints or chalk. Take a camera. Sit and meditate with a rock being, a tree or a stream. You’d be surprised what might happen. We continue to encourage you to look at what is right around you. There is magic everywhere in this world, not just in certain places. Where there is human interaction with the spirits who reside in an area, magic does happen. Prove me wrong! Next week: Grandmother Bell Rock, the root chakra!