My sister in law and I arrived today in Sedona, Arizona. Following are the usual types of observations, and one funny travel story.
We got into town around 2:00, and couldn’t check into our hotel until 4:00, so we checked the place out. First, we went to the Chamber of Commerce where we looked at all of the brochures of things to do and people to see. We picked up things on tours, and massage/healing places, and psychics, and crystals, and hiking trails, and so on and so on. Basically, we had enough to make informative decisions on things we might want to do.
The place, although cold, was nice and fresh, and very beautiful. It is so refreshing seeing the mountains and the vortex rocks. The problems I was having was that unless I really tried, I couldn’t feel the vortex energies. I knew I was stressed, and I knew it was bad, but I had hoped it would be better than this. I’m hoping that my visit to the vortex will clear away my stress and let me feel again. I fear that it may not be enough, and I know not to manifest my fear, I may do it anyway. But, according to the plan, it will be a good visit when we get to it.
There was a moment this morning when we got to the Jacksonville airport. We got our tickets, and started for the gates. When we looked at the monitors telling people what gates planes were departing from, we saw it said “Welcome to Jacksonville”. Yes, that was helpful. Not.
So, Barbara pulled out her ticket and looked for the gate. I looked as we were walking and we both saw this big 9B, so we headed to security and then onto concourse B, gate 9. This turned out to be at the very end of the concourse, down a flight of stairs. Now we were flying U.S. Air, and the planes at the gate were United. We figured that it was just a shuttle.
We sat down for a while, until Barbara felt that we should be loading. We looked at the tickets again, and realized that the big number on her ticket was different from the big number on mine. At that moment, we realized that we were looking at the seat numbers on the plane. A quick check of the ticket found in smaller print, the gate number.
We gathered up our stuff quickly, and went up the stairs and to the correct gate. They had been boarding for a few minutes, and as we arrived, they called for our group to board. Talk about timing. Ok, so this trip has a reason, and no matter how much we try to screw it up, even subconsciously, we need to make it happen.