By Zuerrnnovahh-Starr Livingstone
April 10, 2005
The trip from Sedona to the south rim of the Grand Canyon
took us a few hours. We took Highway 180 and saw the other side of the San
Francisco Peaks. The sky was clear and there were no chemtrails. We checked
into the Mather Campsite at dusk and planned the Grand Canyon viewing. Nearby
a young couple were setting up a tent. There were a few tenters in the park
and most did not have heaters. The dark sky after dusk was full of stars.
Jupiter was so bright that seemed like Venus had moved its orbit. Sirius
was light turquoise. At 7000 feet the stars do not twinkle and the chill
comes quickly. By 5:00 am most of the tenters had packed up. Then it started
snowing and finally the young couple ran for their car with their tent hurriedly
jammed in the trunk. By morning a few tenters were around but they had the
correct winter camping equipment. They could have handled an Everest Expedition.
Joan and I took the shuttle bus to Grand Canyon Village and transfered to
Hermit Road shuttle, the snow was slippery underfoot and we were very careful
on the short hike we took from Hopi Point to Powell Point. The bus driver
had warned us not to venture off the marked trails and to not go into the
closed mine site between Powell and Maricopa Points. Copper/uranium mine?
About a hundred years ago a miner found copper and mined it until it was
depleted. Then after WWII it was reopened as a uranium mine. For about a
decade it was the source of most US mined uranium. Strange? All the rocks
along the wall were sedimentary. Unless the uranium came in by meteorite
there were no signs of an ore body nor any signs of a meteorite crater.
The plaque showing miners climbing ladders in 1905 on the cliff wall shows
the shafts sinking as deep a 2500 feet or about half way down the canyon
slope. Peculiar? Further out Powell Point beside the monument to the explorer
Powell was a 1913 Masonic cairn which listed some names but not why it was
there. 1913 was the year that the Federal Reserve was established. Could
the cairn in the Grand Canyon have anything to do with the continent spanning
negative grid work surrounding the Fed? As the cairn was facing the mine,
was something subterranian being hatched? It makes you wonder.
We got on the shuttle again at Mohave Point and viewed part of the "Abyss".
Joan got some great pics. The sky was blue but the air in the canyon was
hazy. We again got on a shuttle for the station at the end of the road called
The bus driver explained that the hermit of Hermit's Rest was a French Canadian
who built a trail to the canyon bottom. He was not actually a hermit as
he was quite sociable and the splendid work on the trail took many hands.
The driver could not properly say his name, "Louis Boucher" so
Joan and I corrected him. The driver then asked us if we listened to O'Reilly?
Joan had no idea who the Fox Network O'Reilly was. I had never watched him
but had read about his "Balanced and Fair" reportage and opinions
on the net. The shuttle driver was a big fan of O'Reilly and O'Reilly had
said some nasty things about not being allowed on Canadian Cable and Canadians
not sending troops into Iraq. There were about thirty people on the bus
and all eyes and ears were now on us. I did not think government employees
were supposed to get into political discussions?
I explained to all who could hear, "Not all Canadians are "liberal"
(read: socialist), I for one am a "free-enterpriser" (read: get
rid of the parasites at the top of the corporate and banking establishment).
O'Reilly did not get on Canadian cable because the CRTC (read: Canadian
FCC) and the cable companies would have garnered less than one percent of
the Canadian viewers. The decission was financial (read: O'Reilly's opinions
were so biased that Canadians turned him off). The bus driver said he liked
O'Reilly and left that topic to go back to his tour guide duties. Joan and
I got smiles from the passengers as we go off at Hermit's Rest.
We saw the sights at the lodge at the end of the road and got back on the
same bus ten minutes later. Alone on the shuttle, the driver tried to explain
how O'Reilly challenged viewers to examine the issues and that he really
does present both sides of the argument. Then he tried to explain how O'Reilly
presented both sides of the story. Quietly Joan and I listened while he
tried to bring up an example. Three times he tried and three times he stopped.
He could not recount O'Reilly's sermonettes in a fair and balanced way.
Others were boarding the bus and he went back to being a guide.
On the way back to Grand Canyon Village a young family boarded the bus.
They could have been a picture from the front of a glossy magazine. They
were wealthy and well dressed. They were extremely uncomfortable and the
forced smiles proved it. They were on "public transit" and they
hated it. They would have driven their own vehicle if they could but the
National Parks Service for obvious safety reasons limits traffic on the
narrow road. Their young daughter pulled a wad of twenty dollar bills out
her purse. Her father nearly jumped out of his skin but quietly and firmly
told her to put the money away. He looked around nervously with the same
fake smile and locked eyes with an elderly black couple. There was fear
and loathing in the white man. In the black couple their was quiet pity.
It was a shock to us to see such racial and economic polarization in America.
Forbes magazine reports that there were 131 new billionaires in 2004. Did
the money come out of the dwindling middle class or did the captains of
industry finally figure how to impose slavery on the impoverished? Trickle-down
economics did not work.
Leaving the park by the east gate I finally got a chance to listen to Rush
Limbaugh. By mistake I called him Rush Limbo. Joan painlessly corrected
my pronunciation as she knew I stuttered until I was 25. We listened for
about five minutes. To our ears he sounded like a raving shock-talker so
we turned him off.
We drove Highway 160 and stopped in Tuba City. It looked like a disaster
area. Century old stone buildings were boarded and damaged after closure.
The operating schools seemed like prisons. The best homes were factory built
and most were not maintained well. We were in Navaho lands and the living
was tough here. A ghetto in the middle of a desert.
Further up the road was another Navaho town, Kayenta, and it was brand new,
modern, beautifully painted adobe. The natives were proud of themselves
and showed it for all the world to see. There appears to be a part of the
native culture that wants to go beyond the injustices that have been inflicted
We took Highway 163 through the Monument Valley. I said to Joan, "Look
dear, more pretty rocks piled on top of one another!" Actually by the
end of the trip I had repeated to same line too many times. Actually anyone
seeing the Grand Canyon or Sedona or Monument Valley is in awe of the beauty.
Years ago I asked the sylphs about "natural" rock formations?
Their reply is that they participated in the design of many natural wonders.
There is consciousness going into the rock scupting by the earth, water,
fire and air elementals. There is not one place on earth which has not been
altered by elemental energies. Sedona is not an accident. The "natural"
stone arches are not natural. There is meaning in them. They continued,
projecting images of extra-solar, galactic and universal beings adding their
touches too. Every pebble that one picks up has had consciousness put into
it. There is wonder and awe in everything.
Arriving at 5:30 pm at Four Corners, Joan took a picture of me outside the
tribal gate where the border marker for Utah, Arizona, Colorado and New
Mexico stands. We were thirty minutes late to get inside the tribal lands.
It looks like the Navaho are exerting ownership of American state borders.
Maybe the USA should be given back to the natives. It might make things
better. It might make the whole world better.
We drove through Cortez Colorado to Mesa Verde and it was closed at 5:00
pm too. In the morning we determined that we had to forego seeing the pueblo
dweller ruins. Returning back through Cortez a sylph popped a football field
sized cloud ring into the clear blue sky directly ahead of us. It lasted
a few minutes. The message was that this was the way to go, the long way.
Then we turned south and the same cloud ring appeared above the road near
the Ute Mountain Casino. Passing the casino, we saw the same cloud above
the town of Shiprock New Mexico. The Shiprock Volcanic Chimney was southwest
of the town of the same name. The cloud ring did not lead that way. We turned
towards Farmington NM and there was the same cloud ring. Sylphs were leading
us to Santa Fe to see a couple who videotape sylphs.
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