August 15, 2012
I woke up fairly early and decided I wasn’t ready to start my day, so I went back to sleep. I felt like sleeping in for a little while. I had nothing pressing to do, so I figured I would take the morning off to take it easy for a bit. I eventually woke up, made my way to Denny’s, and began working on Day 47 of my journal. By the time I finally published everything, I had eaten breakfast and lunch.
Once I finished my online chores, I went to Basha’s grocery store to purchase watermelons, peaches, and nectarines for Ahote and Tuwa. I headed across the street to gas up my van and set out for the Hopi Culture Center. As I began crossing the mesas towards Hopi Land, several grasshoppers sacrificed themselves on my windshield. Grasshopper offered the following wisdom:
- leaping over time and space,
- jumping over obstacles and
- faith.
My windshield was a complete mess when I arrived safely at the Cultural Center. As soon as I pulled into the parking lot, I could hear drums off in the distance. I saw several young men singing and drumming under some Pinon trees. For me, this was my perfect “Welcome back to Hopi.”
I had decided earlier in the morning to perform my daily meditation in three parts: 7 minutes on the First Mesa, 7 minutes on the Second Mesa, and 7 minutes on the Third Mesa. Those plans were put to rest when the elder at the First Mesa told me that she didn’t feel comfortable letting me perform my meditation anywhere on the Mesa because many religious ceremonies were taking place around the village.
I left the First Mesa and headed back to the Cultural Center. I pulled over to the side of the road and texted Tuwa to let her know that I had made it safely to Hopi. She replied rather quickly, “Welcome back! We will see you in the morning.“
Somewhat confused about what to do next and a little disappointed that I could not follow my original plans, I began my drive back to the Cultural Center. As I approached the center, I noticed a sign pointing to the right that read, “Pinon, Hard Rock.” About that time, two doves flew directly in front of my van in the direction of the sign, so I knew that I had to see what was down that road.
I drove down the road for a bit and didn’t see anything that caught my eye, so I turned around and headed back towards the Cultural Center. I then noticed something exciting. Looking east, I could see the First Mesa off in the distance. When I peered to the west, I could see Third Mesa. Located on the Second Mesa, I realized I had found the perfect location to perform my “Unity” invocation.
I began my invocation at 4:00 PM. Facing east, towards First Mesa, I invoked the “Unity” angel between 4:00 and 4:07 PM. First, Mesa is located in the white square in the following photo.
First Mesa
Looking directly toward me, towards the south, I invoked the “Unity” angel between 4:07 and 4:14 PM.
Part of the Second Mesa
And then, between 4:14 and 4:21 PM, facing west, towards the Third Mesa, I invoked the “Unity” angel.
Third Mesa
Intuitively, I picked up the Native American crystal gifted to me and imagined healing energy coming from my heart chakra into the crystal’s center, then spreading out in three directions to all three Mesas.
I could still hear the drumming coming from the Cultural Center. Then, something very magical took place. When I exited my van to photograph the Third Mesa, I noticed the sun trying to come through a cloud directly overhead. I saw that the cloud looked just like the face of an Inca Warrior or Hopi Indian. I kept my eyes on the cloud and suddenly heard an inner voice say, “My people are so divided these days.” (I interpreted this as meaning all of the world’s people.) I then started noticing another break in the clouds directly beneath what appeared to be the eye on the man’s face. As the wind pushed the cloud forward, the break separated itself from the eye and appeared as a tear falling down the man’s face.
Look closely at the next set of images and follow the white dot that I’ve labeled “Tear” in the photo below:
When I saw this unfold before my eyes, I began to weep uncontrollably. I could feel the Creator’s presence, and it was utterly overwhelming. Once I finished my meditation, I returned to the Cultural Center. I was unsure what to do next, so I listened to the drummers. When the drummers completed their song, they turned around, acknowledged me, and asked me where I was from. I told them I was originally from North Carolina but now lived in Phoenix. I asked them if I could take their photograph, and they said, “Go for it!” And so I went for it.
Faces have been blurred out to protect their privacy.
I sat, listened to a few songs, then excused myself, and returned to the Cultural Center to check my email and do some work on my computer. I spent the rest of the evening having dinner, working out in their amazing gym and preparing for my reunion with Ahote and Tuwa the following morning. I went to bed in the Cultural Center parking lot around 9:30 PM.