Sedona Sweat Hut Deaths

Hey bloggers! After meditating a lot on the Sedona Sweat Hut deaths, I had a visitation last night from an Indian Chief. I awoke around 2:15 a.m. to find an Indian Chief standing at the side of my bed. Although he wasn't wearing any traditional dress, I knew by thought, that he was a Chief that had been highly respected. The thing that shocked me is he didn't say a word. The Chief was leading me to believe that he had a story to tell me about the Sedona deaths but stood still and silent. When my gaze left his face, I had noticed that he was wearing a hospital gown, white with some type of blue print on it. I was puzzled by what he was wearing and couldn't stop staring at the gown. I turned to see if my husband was awake and when I turned back around, he was gone.

When returning from the restroom, I once again saw the Chief at the foot of my bed floating about 3 feet off of the ground. He stood there looking straight ahead never looking at me. All of a sudden I had this HUGE rush of fear pass through my body! It was absolutely frightening! I gasped for air and turned my head toward the floor. After collecting myself, I looked up and locked my eyes onto his face. His face was hardened, his features striking and chiseled. I tried to talk to him but he never broke his distant stare..then I noticed a single tear rolling down his left cheek and he started to fade. I knew instantly that he had come to tell me something but I wasn't ready to hear it yet, I felt as if he was telling me to dig deeper into the story and deeper into meditation, so that is what I will do.

This weekend, I will do some deep meditation on the sweat hut deaths with Chris in anticipation of my friends return. This is a story in progress. Take this journey with Chris and I and watch as it unfolds. Sometimes we get the answer and sometimes we don't. I have a good feeling about this one. Keep the positive vibrations going. Love and light!

Cathy