The Twelfth Insight - James Redfield [18]
For a long time we just watched and soaked up the energy of the light. I couldn’t help thinking more about the mythology of Sedona. All around the area, many believe, are special locations that have a particular uplifting effect on people. Some are large vortexes like the one here. Half a dozen or so of these have been marked and identified.
But legend has it that not only do these major vortexes dot the Sedona landscape, but other, smaller places of power are hidden about in the surrounding ravines and mesas as well, waiting for the casual hiker who chances to sit down nearby. As the mythology goes, there is a personal vortex waiting for everyone who journeys to Sedona, a spot of our own where each of us can be lifted up into consciousness and into a greater destiny. All you have to do is hike around until you find it.
I wondered, given the life clarity Coleman was suddenly displaying, if he had already stumbled upon his.
I smiled and looked out at the horizon again. Here at the Airport Vortex the feeling is about letting go of all one’s concerns and soaking up what can only be described as a supportive, healing energy, a sense of being totally content and safe. I leaned back on the rocks, feeling myself letting go to it—wanting to be nowhere else besides here, in this moment, basking in the glow.
We watched the sun sink beneath the horizon and disappear, sending out a more yellowish light, and then a pale gray. I looked over at Wil. He nodded and got up, and we started down the hill. As we walked, I told Will about seeing Coleman and reading the rest of the Second Integration.
“I met with my Hopi friends,” he replied. “They showed me the rest of the Second as well.”
“What do you think about this idea of building a new consensus about spirituality? Coleman said it was what he was meant to do.”
Wil stopped and pulled me to the edge of the trail as a group of people heading up the slope walked past us. Several of them looked us over, as if wondering whether seeing us here was a Synchronicity. We smiled back and nodded, and they walked on.
“I think that many people know,” he said, “that somehow Synchronicity is calling us together to do something historical. The world is a mess, but we can fix it if we stay alert and keep our historical context in mind. We have to stay awake and help each other stay awake.”
Wil was looking at me with determination, and in that moment, I felt a full elevation into the clarity of the Second Integration. How many people out there, I wondered, have noticed the same quickening? Were we already influencing one another to wake up to Conscious Conversation and to Kant’s mysterious influence? And if so, where would our consciousness go next?
“What about the Third Integration?” I asked. “Had your Hopi friends heard anything about it?”
He nodded, a big smile erupting on his face. “Yes, they knew it well, although they didn’t have any copies with them. It says that when people in any culture begin to wake up and hold Conscious Conversation, they quickly find the key spiritual ‘principles’ built into the fabric of the Universe.”
“Really?” I commented. “Coleman guessed that. He said we would discover the laws of our spiritual nature. Did your friends tell you about it?”
Wil began walking down the hill again. “Yeah. The Third says these laws have already been discovered. And in order to go forward, we only have to prove them out in our own lives and then come into ‘Alignment’ with them. It also says in this time period, we will have extra motivation to do just that.”
“What kind of motivation?”
“We have to come into Alignment,” he repeated, “because it’s the only way to avoid something else: a quickening Karma.”
MOVING INTO ALIGNMENT
I woke up to Wil tapping on my hotel room door. We had driven to the Bell Rock Inn and checked in, and I had turned in before eleven, expecting an early departure but not