The second week of May, 2014, marked the beginning of my adventure into the Arizona high desert. It was already dark when we arrived that first night. Three elk bulls were standing at the edge of the forest down the dirt road from the little semi off-grid cabin we were renting.
The largest ponderosa pine forest on Earth was located about a dozen miles from the cabin. It was a lovely hike around the lake, though I only made it once. I spent most of my time hiking the wilderness around the cabin, which consisted of about 15 acres. When I got tired of hiking that I wandered off the property and down one trail/dirt road or another. Three Ravens were also living in the area where we stayed. Both of us being Poe fans, we named them accordingly; Edgar, Allan, and Poe. Almost everyday we'd throw scraps of raw meat, fat, and vegetable scraps into a large circle made of stones and the trio would come and devour it. I believe we built some sort of friendship. The largest wasp on Earth, or so I was told by a local Ranger in Williams Arizona, graces the region. Trust me I believe it, those things sound like fighter jets when they come flying by. These wasps will actually sting tarantulas in their holes, and lay eggs in the spiders still living carcass. I enjoyed a lo t of things about that place but those wasps did not make the list. During my time in Arizona, I created an outdoor sanctuary or sorts. It was completely hidden by a tight grouping of cedars. A trail marked with stone lead weaving into the inner sanctum, an ancient style stone altar sat centered opposite of a crescent moon laid out in stone. Continuing on past the inner sanctum the ground was inlaid with stone depicting the triple moon symbol and opened up into a full working circle, complete with large stone markers at each of the cardinal angles. A short time after completing the circle as I called it I felt compelled to perform an experiment of sorts. There is a sort of energy that can be felt, observed, or experienced out there in the desert that I had never felt anywhere before (I still haven't) and I wanted to follow up on a hunch. I had read from several sources over time about a race of little people, not fairies with wings, and not munchkins or dwarves or hobbits. I am talking little people, like the nine to seventeen inch skeletons excavated in other states out west. In my reading about the little people I seemed to recall that they were said to have an almost obsessive compulsion towards certain types of shiny things; gems, crystals, metals, etc.. I was also aware of legends of portals having been created to enter the domain of the little people. I laid out small path in stone, from the inner sanctum of the outdoor sanctuary, the path lead to a naturally formed mini-altar in the base of a cedar. After I finished the path to the altar, I dedicated the altar to the little people, and I blessed it and the surrounding area. That evening I sat outside the new path meditating on passing through the veil and entering the otherside. Once things felt right I crossed over out of the circle and onto the new path. I sat cross legged and meditated on the little people, on my curiosity about them and wish to become known to each other, and other closely related thoughts. When I finished, I placed three stones on the altar. A river rock, some other basic rock I've forgotten, and a favorite smokey rose quartz of mine. The next morning when I went out to the circle for my morning meditation I glanced over at the mini-altar and noticed that nothing was out of place except for the quartz. I searched for quite some time. The shiny pink stone was no where to be found. I checked for days. It was gone. I experienced many deeply personal and spiritual occasions in that desert. I will always remember it fondly. Such a harsh environment, such wonderful treasure to be found.
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