Trailed by Spirits in Sedona – Sedona in Arizona’s Verde Valley is one of the most beautiful and mystical places in the world. Its soaring red and orange mountains are a breathtaking contrast to the deep blue sky accentuated by a swirling array of hues in the constantly changing clouds.
It’s no wonder humans have been drawn to Sedona for nearly 14 centuries. Even Walt Disney lived there, and many believe it inspired his animated masterpiece “Fantasia.” In recent years Sedona has become an epicenter for people involved in metaphysical studies.
There’s more to Sedona than what pleases the eye. It’s the site of seven major energy vortexes. A vortex is a whirlpool of energy whether it is the tiny whirlpool which forms when you drain a sink or massive atmospheric whirlpools like tornadoes and hurricanes.
The whirlpool of an electromagnetic energy vortex operates on the same principle. Vortexes are energy “hubs” which hold and emit more electromagnetic energy than other spots on earth. They form at the natural intersections of ley lines (lines of natural energy) that makeup Earth’s electromagnetic field.
The reason Sedona’s mountains are red and orange is because of their high iron content. Iron is the most magnetic of metals and when iron rusts it turns orange and red. Sedona is in the midst of massive electromagnetic vortexes. Native Americans revere Sedona as sacred and believe the energy of vortexes amplify spiritual awareness and healing. This energy can be felt both spiritually and physically. It’s theorized the swirling energy of these vortexes cause the many twisted shapes of Sedona’s desert flora.
I agree with my Native American colleagues. In my book “The Afterlife Frequency,” I introduce the term “electromagnetic soul.” This explains that our spirit is pure consciousness which is eternal electromagnetic energy. This may explain why humans are naturally sensitive to electromagnetic energy vortexes and revere them at vortex sites like Stonehenge in England, Machu Picchu in Peru, the Giza Plateau of Egypt, and Sedona.
During a tour of Arizona, my manager Rocky booked me at the Yavapai College Sedona Center to present an Evening of Spirit Communication.
While enroute to Sedona, Rocky and I took in the sights of Arizona. While we were disappointed roadrunners don’t actually make the “beep beep” sound the cartoon character does, Arizona was anything but disappointing. Deserts may be dry, but they’re full of life adapted to an arid environment. We marveled at Saguaro cactus national forest. Its vast rolling desert hills were inhabited by these massive cactuses. We kept expecting them to start marching toward us like the bewitched brooms in the Sorcerer’s Apprentice segment of Disney’s film “Fantasia.”
When we reached the higher altitude of Sedona, Rocky began experiencing sinus issues. She figured it was just the dry air so she shrugged it off and continued at her usual high-energy pace.
Spirit communication is an important therapeutic step in the journey through grief. It is very healing for bereaved people to connect with their loved ones in spirit.
The Evening of Spirit Communication at the Yavapai College began with Rocky introducing me to the large audience. She seemed to be having difficulty breathing but assured me she was fine. I sensed she wasn’t.
I definitely felt the amplified energy of Sedona’s vortexes that night. Messages from dozens of spirits came through me to their loved ones in the audience. But then a male electromagnetic soul connected with me. My head filled with the name “Daisy.”
“A male spirit wants to give a message to ‘Daisy,’” I relayed.
No one responded.
“Daisy—he keeps repeating Daisy—anyone?”
“Spirits will get their message through to you one way or another—and when you need it most. This spirit wants Daisy to know he’s with her all the time,” I explained.
Since no one acknowledged Daisy, I asked the persistent spirit to step aside.
At the end of the event, Rocky was in bad shape. “Mark—I—can’t breathe—I think I’m dying,” she gasped. This was serious. I rushed her to the nearby hospital. On the way my psychic sense kicked in, “You need steroids,” I said.
As soon as we arrived at the emergency room, the doctor took one look at Rocky and ordered, “Get her on oxygen and steroids NOW!”
The nurses whisked Rocky onto a bed in one of the emergency room cubicles. One put a ventilator mask on her as the other injected her with steroids.
There were half a dozen emergency cubicles next to each other in a row, which are separated by curtains. “This is the 26th case like this we’ve treated today,” the doctor explained,
“This is one of the hazards of living in Sedona. This time of year, cactuses and juniper are pollinating. Their spores seek out moisture. Lungs are filled with moisture and Rocky’s lungs are filled with spores. If you didn’t get her here when you did—she would have died.”
I was reeling from what the doctor just said, but relieved to see Rocky rapidly responding to treatment.
Suddenly, the curtains from the cubicle next to us flew open. A woman’s head popped through. “Are you Mark Anthony the medium?” she asked.
“Uh—yes,” I replied.
“I’m sorry to intrude—I really needed to be at your spirit communication event tonight. My friend and I drove two hours to get here, but on the way, she started having breathing problems like Rocky.”
The woman drew the curtain back fully revealing her female friend who like Rocky was in bed and on a ventilator.
“I have your book here,” the woman said, “Would you be so kind as to sign it for me?”
“Uh—sure,” I replied as she handed me a pen, “I’ll be happy to sign my book for you, what’s your first name?”