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So it’s the week of Aug.9th several of my friends and I are sitting in one of my best friends houses, Pulling Bong hits and trying to figure out what all this harmonic convergence shit is about. Now this a fairly normal routine in Sedona. you have to take into consideration that there is not a thing to do for the youth in this town, and from what I understand it is still that way today. But that is another chapter( and yes it to will be covered, in due time). So when we are not working some dead-end Hotel, resort, of resturant job, We were getting High. Now when I say we I mean a whole lot of kids and young adults, people you would never ever consider using drugs and alcohol were getting annihilated . This seemed to help keep some sanity in a town full of retired Blue hairs, wealthy Blue hairs and well a lot of blue hairs. Mix a bunch of middle and upper-class kids into that mix and Boom, you have a huge market for drugs. Ok well you get my point.
So we decided the only way to get a grasp on this harmonic convergence thing was to just go on top of the mountain with the thousands of whack jobs that had shown up in our town for this. Man If this wasn’t the perfect opportunity to wear our ” Welcome to Sedona, Now go home” t-shirts I don’t know what was?
Myself and two other friends, pulled over in a spot of blank red soil, on the side of the road, wedged our four-wheel drive truck between a micro bus and an old ratty Subaru wagon adorned with “dead head” and “alien” stickers. As we took in the sights of over 100,000 bodies covering the mountainside,( like a colony of ants searching the earth for food) we unpacked our backpacks which were loaded with all sorts of goodies to keep our night with fun-filled paraphernalia! So with a couple of cases of beer slung atop our shoulder like a pack train headed to descend the Grand Canyon, we started our journey towards the most visible area to ascend the mountain. As we were walking the side of the black top road we were stopped by a very old Indian woman driving an old rust color Ford truck. She pulled right up to us and rolled her window down and started to tell us something. Now keep in mind this was not just some 50-year-old woman, she was clad in full Native american dress with all sorts of silver and turquoise jewelry. Her face looked like an old apple doll. wrinkly and with deep dark crevices. we approached her passenger side window. She exclaimed to us that we were in grave danger in we climbed the mountain that evening, so now that she had our attention in an loking laughing way, we had to ask why? The indian woman told us , and I quote, ” There will be an event like never before, Mother earth will be destroyed tonight, and all will die! God has left me enough money in a room on airport mesa to buy all the land after everyone is gone!” Ok, well I was young and somewhat stoned at the time but I had enough wits about me to state back to her this; ” well here is how I see it lady, If we are all going to die tonight you won’t need any money! You can have the fucking place!”
We started our climb up the side of the mountain where we encountered the likes of people we had never seen before. There were 3 different self-proclaimed Jesus Christs preaching their word , all dressed in the jesus garb and having around 100 people listening. Several people with bullhorns telling about the Mothership coming to take all the believers to another world and so on. It was an incredible sight and also at the same time the single funniest thing I have witnessed to this day.
We spent the night smoking, laughing and drinking beer ony to find out that everyone on the mountain that night, as we suspected was wrong! The sun came up and we started our stumbling decent to our truck. The birds were still chirping ,creek was still running and even the rocks were still red. No UFO, MOTHERSHIP or anything else occurring that night , except a bunch of new age weirdos coming to the small town of Sedona, Arizona.
Since that time Sedona has become a hotbed of bullshit healers, Prophets and all out weirdos praying on the weak-minded tourists coming to find spiritual and physical healing from a mound of rocks, some bullcrap entrepeneur has set in a pile, on some fake trail they created so they can charge you top dollar for the experience of the “VORTEX”.