The crunch of the sand under my feet resonated like a mantra inside my head. The sound was occasionally joined by a buzzing bee as it tried to suck scarce juice from a desert flower. The silence around me was ringing as I briskly walked down the gorge. The California winter sun was still up, warming the hills and crystal clear air, shining off the rocks and then disappearing into sharp shadows. A feeling of deep nostalgia filled my heart. I have been coming to this power place for over 20 years. I remember being introduced to this desert by my teacher in the early eighties and the countless magical experiences that has taken place among these majestic hills. Since then, I have returned many times, sometimes with my students, sometimes alone. Shifting my thoughts away from memories, I inhaled the sweet desert air. I had been looking forward to this trip for several months. The desert is my teacher, my lover, and my friend. I didn't want to miss the smallest sensation, sound or revelation. This is my place of dreaming and regeneration, a mystical passage of transformation.
I've learned respect for the desert from my teacher, who used to explain that a place of power is a vortex of energy, a doorway into another world. If you've done your preparation by cleaning up your life, meditating and practicing mental yoga, a power place may not only show you the way, but transport you to high spiritual dimensions where mystical transformation takes place. You can also come to a power place seeking your inner purpose. (More)
Source: Vision Magazine
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