We landed in Phoenix on March 28, 2014 and drove to Scottsdale. I consulted with my spirit guides and was told to go the McDowell Sonoran Preserve, Gateway Trailhead. Colleen and her husband Fethi met us there. We headed out on the trail from the parking area. Stella stayed behind with her mother, who accompanied us on this journey.
Through my iPod, I asked what trail we should follow and was told it was the Saguaro Trail. We climbed on the trail for a mile or so. I didn’t know where we were going and wasn’t really feeling anything. But Fethi stopped next to a dry creek bed that extended off the trail into the desert.
“Isn’t this the way?” he asked.
I laughed. I knew immediately he was right. Fethi had never previously attended a crossing with me, but here he was more in tune with the Spirit than was I. We followed the rocky creek bed for a half-mile or so until it ended in a wide, almost circular wash.
“Oh, wow,” Colleen said. “The air is really thick here. Like it’s filled with plasma, or something,”
For my presentation to the earthbound spirits that had been gathered at that location, I wasn’t inclined to use a lot of Apache or Native American terminology or randomly call upon any of their deities. It would have been presumptuous of me to think I could learn enough of their religions or spiritual beliefs to be able to speak sincerely.