02 Apr 2009
THE LOOM OF THE WOMB: SEDONA’S SACRAL/NAVEL CHAKRA by Marty Rienstra
Copyright 2009 Marty Rienstra
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When Eileen picked me up this morning for our exploration of the Sacral Chakra of Sedona’s Red Rock Temple, the sky was crystal clear blue, the air crisp and fresh–a perfect spring morning. As we drove onto 89A, Eileen remarked that she had seen six hot air balloons ascending as she drove to my house, and also saw lots of surveying trucks. I noted I had also seen a balloon ascending behind our house at sunrise.
We agreed that perhaps these were signs that we would be doing a lot of surveying, and perhaps getting the larger perspective one gets from looking over the land when up in a balloon. After reading Nicholas Mann’s description of the Sacral Chakra area, we felt that there was more to uncover.
At first, we had planned to go to the parking lot of the Chapel of the Holy Cross, since Nicholas had felt there was powerful energy there near Madonna Rock and the Twin Buttes. But as we talked it over, we both felt that the place we wanted to zero in was a large sinkhole in the area called “Devil’s Dining Room.”
Given the powerful energy we had discovered at “Devil’s Bridge,” which we call “Rainbow Bridge,” we felt that another place with the name of Devil attached to it had a good chance of having powerful energy too.
Besides, a sink hole was always a sign of lots of underground water in the vicinity, and that was always an important element in looking for vortexes and high energy. It became clear to us as we talked that we needed to change our plans and go to Broken Arrow Trail, which led right past the “Devil’s Dining Room.” We decided that we would call this place we were convinced was important to visit “Komida’s Kitchen”–
in honor of First Woman Komida Pukwia, who birthed a new world in Yavapai legend. (see our previous accounts)
Eileen also mentioned that six seemed important, and that she had read that in the Navaho tradition, women lived in six sided hogans. Six seemed associated with birthing and fertility. We got a double check on that very soon, when we stopped to have breakfast, because we had a feeling we would be out on the land for quite a while, since we had a lot to explore. Not only were we going to Komida’s kitchen, but we didn’t want to bypass the twin buttes either. In the restaurant, we ordered eggs. Eileen’s order came with three egg white, but no yolks. She wanted yolks. So they brought her three more scrambled eggs with yolks. “Six eggs!” exclaimed Eileen, and we both chuckled. Two weeks ago we had been at Bell Rock, which turned out to be an “egg hatchery” for the Rainbow Serpent. Now here was Eileen, eating six eggs in one sitting–a first for her!
When we left the restaurant, what should we see but a big sign that read “Kitchen Konnection.” Again, we grinned at each other as we snapped a picture of it. We were headed for Komida’s Kitchen, and the sign was an affirmation of our plan!
Off we went up 179 towards Morgan Road, where we hoped we could steer by construction to get to Broken Arrow trailhead. After we had gone so far, I thought we had somehow passed it, we came to a big street on our right with no obstructions, but also no sign. Was this it? At that moment, a pink jeep emerged from the road, and I knew this had to be Morgan Road, because pink jeeps regularly took people into the Broken Arrow trail area. We turned in, and followed Morgan Road to the end, finding a nice parking spot in the shade. Then we were off on our “survey” of the Sacral/Navel Chakra.
As we entered the area, we were both struck dizzy by the huge energy we encountered. It was all around us. It wasn’t whirling, it wasn’t swaying back and forth as it had at Rainbow Bridge, it was just there, moving back and forth, in and out, everywhere. We kept looking all around us, and in every direction, found ourselves surrounded by incredible soaring rock formations. Those on the right were red, those on the left white. On the right, we soon encountered a large womb shaped space. Then we saw more womb shaped spaces around us, all signs that we were in the Sacral Chakra.
As we walked further in, we noticed, on our right, the huge profile of what looked like an old woman singing.
She seemed to be the guardian of the trail into the Sacral Chakra. “Look!” we both exclaimed as we gazed at her. “A brilliant little ball of light right up in the area of her face!”
We wended our way past this amazing sight, and soon came to a place in the pathway that passed between two large red rocks. As we stepped through them, we could feel the energy, and we looked at the rock faces and saw two designs someone had scratched on them. One was a heart with an arrow pointing in the direction we had come from. The other looked like some sort of design with energy lines crisscrossing.
Both seemed significant, and later, we realized why.
Shortly after this, we stopped, as we always do, to ask permission of the spirits of the place to work with them and honor them. We offered seeds and prayed in the six directions. Then Eileen smiled. “We have permission, and they welcome us,” she said. “And I just realized another significance of six. The six directions!”
“I have never been in a place where there were these huge powerful rock formations in all the directions,” I responded as I turned and gazed in them all. Then I pointed north. “Look! Doesn’t that look from here like the back of a dragon? I think its the tops of Thunder Mountain, our Pyramid Mountain, and peaks in between!” We both stopped and took pictures of this sight with great interest.
Then we proceeded on our way, still feeling dizzy with the strong energy of the area. I kept looking for a side path and sign to “Devil’s Dining Room,” Komida’s Kitchen to us, but didn’t see anything that looked promising. We kept hiking, and after awhile came to a place where there were many wide smooth red rock ledges. We went downwards on them towards a cairn that marked the trail, and stopped to notice three small pools in a crevice between two rock shelves. Orange butterflies, (the color of the Sacral Chakra!) were flitting everywhere in the area. And from that point on, several accompanied us on our walk, as if guiding us.
We got back on a narrow trail through trees that wound uphill until we emerged at another place where there were many large smooth red rock shelves. A pink jeep was taking its passengers up onto the rocks and came near to where we were standing. But this time, I was very puzzled that we had not seen any sign of Komida’s Kitchen. When I asked the driver where “the Devil’s Dining Room” might be, he grinned and said, “you have to go back the way you came. It’s right below the trail, but if you are not looking for it, you could easily miss it. There aren’t any signs pointing the way to it. Lots of bats are in the sink hole, and that may be why.”
Eileen and I looked at each other. We had walked right by our goal! We thanked the driver and considered our next move. Eileen looked up the path we had not yet traveled. “I feel a real draw to go a bit further,” she said. “I sense some kind of energy I want to connect with.” So on we went, and before long, we rounded a bend and came face to face with the Twin Buttes. There certainly was a strong energy in this area. We were once again out in the open on smooth, curving red rock shelves. We sat down and began to meditate. Before long, Eileen had a “hit.” She told me, with amazement on her face, that The Rainbow Serpent had revealed to her that she wove the various colors of the rainbow in this area using the spaces between the Twin Buttes and adjoining rocks, which were like the spaces between the five fingers of a hand. I looked to where Eileen was pointing. Then I looked all around the valley. Suddenly it struck me.
This was a huge loom. And it was being used to create a huge weaving of rainbow colors! “Its the loom of the womb!” I said with a grin.
That explains why we felt the energy in the way we did!” exclaimed Eileen. Its going back and forth and in and out like the warp and woof of a weaving, and the weaving fills the whole valley.” She was right.
I could feel and see it. In my mind’s eye, huge gossamer threads of rainbow color interwove into a beautiful tapestry. “I wonder why this is going on?” mused Eileen. And as we began going back down the trail the way we had come, or so we thought, we pondered the meaning of what had been revealed to her.
We realized that the scratched images on the red gateway rocks had been signs of weaving, and that the arrow in the heart was telling us that Komida’s Kitchen, the heart of the area, was back the way we had come. Of course, we didn’t get that then, but now we did. And as we walked on, we were very alert for any signs of our goal.
Strangely, we noted that we did not pass the place with the little pools. Nor did we go through the gateway of red rocks where we had seen the etchings. What was going on? Had we taken the wrong path somehow? I was getting increasingly puzzled. All at once, I noticed, on my left, a barbed wire fence.
An old memory of having seen this flashed into my mind. I stopped. “I think this may be it!” I exclaimed to Eileen. “We sure didn’t pass it on our way in, but here it is!” We both stepped closer to the fence, and sure enough, there was the huge sink hole we had been looking for–Komida’s Kitchen! We peered as far into it as possible. We couldn’t see the bottom. I stepped back and got out my camera, then took a couple pictures of it.
We walked all around the perimeter of Komida’s Kitchen. At one point, we noticed a tree with lovely twisted bark–a sign of vortex energy.
We decided to rest near the tree and just soak in the energy and peace of the place. A few tourists came by and took a look. Then we had a lovely spell of quiet, during which Eileen and I went into meditation.
I saw Bololokong, the Water Serpent of Yavapai legend, emerge from the sink hole. I felt it communicating to me that it was important to explore the placement and connections between the other sink holes in the area: the one near Soldier’s pass, and the one at Montezuma’s well. There was also a strong connection between Komida’s Kitchen and Rainbow Bridge, and I was to look for the alignment. Then I was shone a vast network of underground waterways below the Sedona Red Rock Temple and beyond, which Balolokong was caring for. Then the vision faded. Eileen came out of meditation and shared what was revealed to her about the weaving being done by the Rainbow Serpent in this valley. (That is her story to tell.) After comparing notes, Eileen played a rattle as I played my double flute. Then we went over to the edge of the sink hole, and sang and played there again, as our offering, along with seeds and cornmeal.
Afterwards, we shared what we had seen as we sang and played. Eileen saw the Rainbow Serpent coming out of the hole, weaving and swaying with delight. I saw GrandMother Komida rising in a pillar of steam and smiling as she held out a bowl of delicious smelling stew.
We both felt satisfied, complete, and blessed. We felt that our choice of where to go had been affirmed.
We agreed that we had not been allowed to see Komida’s Kitchen right away, because we needed to get near the Twin Buttes where we were shown the great rainbow weaving that was going on.
With fresh eyes, we looked around us, and noticed the shapes of spinning wheels and spindles all around us.
We realized everything had, as usual, worked out just the way it was meant to. We had been led just where we needed to go, and had ended up coming in one way and going out another, so that we would indeed get the big picture, and do a true “survey” of the land!