Sedona Gridwork Mission
When I set foot in Sedona on August 16, 2025, my 43rd birthday, I knew I wasn’t just visiting one of the most beautiful landscapes on Earth, I was answering a sacred grid working call. The red rocks, canyons, sacred waters, and even the living guardians of this land are not simply natural wonders; they are portals, libraries, and transmitters in Earth’s planetary grid.
My mission was to activate, restore, and weave my lineage codes back into these sacred sites through a series of offerings and initiations, such as menstrual blood rites, DNA offerings, stargazing contact, and animal totem encounters. Together they formed a living map of Sedona’s role in the cosmic web and why traveling, specifically sacred travel, was the missing component to the grand scope of purpose.
Boynton Canyon – The Gateway of Balance
At the base of Boynton Canyon, I poured menstrual blood into the earth, sealing my right of passage. This was a threshold offering, declaring my bloodline as an ally and participant in the canyon’s memory.
Along the canyon trail, I offered blood to trees, creating living witnesses to my covenant with the land. Their roots now carry my codes, and their branches record my presence for generations to come.
At the Boynton vortex, I poured blood directly into the crystalline body of the red rock after seeing a cluster of quartz next to me. This was a core recoding act, imprinting my mitochondrial DNA into Sedona’s crystalline memory, ensuring that the land forever remembers my lineage sovereignty.
The Gorge Between Boynton and Mescal – Circulation Restored
This gorge is an energetic artery linking Boynton (balance) with Mescal Mountain (feminine creation).
I poured blood into the gorge itself, restoring circulation between the two vortex nodes.
Then, guided by unseen instruction, I threw a bloody tampon onto a great boulder. This act became a reversal sigil transforming a modern symbol of hidden, shamed blood into a sacred declaration. It was a covenant seal witnessed by stone, land, and sky the feminine bloodline is no longer suppressed, it is sovereign and visible.
West Fork Trail – Womb of Water and Pines
At Oak Creek, I poured blood into the waters. The creek carried my codes downstream, spreading them far beyond Sedona into Earth’s circulatory system. This was not local point of work, it was distribution of mitochondrial memory through the waters of Earth.
At a towering ponderosa pine, I poured blood at its base and onto its bark. The pine became my guardian and breath carrier, exhaling my codes into the canyon air. Unlike stone or water, trees breathe. This offering ensures my lineage is alive in the regions atmosphere, not only its rocks and streams.
Bell Rock – Ascension Reclaimed
Bell Rock is a powerful ascension vortex, known for its spiraling upward currents. Many who come here describe it as a launch point of consciousness.
I poured menstrual blood directly onto Bell Rock itself, ensuring that the vortex’s ascension currents carried not just disembodied spirit, but embodied womb sovereignty codes. This was an act of anchoring feminine DNA into the spiral of ascension.
On a twisted tree growing along Bell Rock’s path, I offered more blood. The tree, mirroring the spiral shape of the vortex, became a living transmitter, continuously cycling my codes in resonance with the rock’s spiral flow.
As I walked back, I spit on desert plants and cacti. This was a dispersal act scattering my DNA across the broader ecosystem so the work would not remain centralized but woven into the desert guardianship network.
Chapel of the Holy Cross – Reclaiming the Land Beneath
At the chapel built into Sedona’s cliffs a site where Christian architecture overlays an Indigenous vortex point, I spit my DNA onto the stone near the pastor’s threshold. This was a counter seal act, a raw genetic declaration reclaiming the land beneath religious imposition. My spit bypassed authority structures and marked the cliff with my unmediated presence, staking my lineage sovereignty directly into the rock.
Montezuma Castle & Bear Creek – Ancestral Kinship
At the cliff dwellings of Montezuma Castle, I offered spit on stones, trees, and earth near the ancestral homes. Unlike blood which feeds the energetics, spit acts as a kinship marker acknowledging the site as ancestral record while weaving my DNA respectfully into its memory field.
At Bear Creek, which circles an 800 year old medicine wheel and flows past the Castle, I offered spit into the waters. My DNA joined the ceremonial current, carried into the dwellings and beyond. This was not reclamation, but alliance building with ancestral presence a weaving of kinship between my lineage and the memory of multiple tribes who honored that wheel.
Wolf Sanctuary – Totemic Initiation
At the Sedona Wolf Sanctuary, I was not simply a visitor; I was met and initiated by the wolves themselves by an ancient practice called “wolf medicine”.
Luna, a grey wolf, climbed onto me and released her first howl directly into my face. Wolves howl to synchronize pack frequency, and this act was a direct ancestral frequency transmission into my field a recognition of me as part of the pack’s memory grid.
Codie, an arctic wolf, returned to me repeatedly, allowing me to scratch his ears and back while ignoring others. Arctic wolves carry polar endurance codes, and his bond with me affirmed kinship with the guardians of the North linking me to resilience and galactic preservation lines.
Out of five wolves present, only Luna and Codie engaged with me. This was not random; only those whose frequencies matched my mission codes responded.
The wolves’ role are that they acted as living totems, initiating me into Earth’s ancestral memory frequency (grey wolf) and polar guardian kinship (arctic wolf). Also, teh sanctuary is on a sacred ceremonial site that is over 800 yrs old that was used by several tribes that migrated through the area. Surround the site is Bear Creek, which acts as a magnetizer of energies and it follows to the Montezuma Cliff Castle site.
Stargazing Missions – Sky Contact
At Fay Canyon and Thunder Mountain, I raised my left hand, the receiving hand to the sky. Pulses of energy surged through my palm like I had become an antenna. Moments later, multiple lights appeared in the sky, moving deliberately. One flared brighter directly above me, then dimmed again as if in acknowledgment.
Fay Canyon acted as a subtle contact corridor, its arch like formations making it a resonance chamber where interdimensional lights appear briefly.
Thunder Mountain, electrically charged and long tied to thunder and sky spirit lore, became a beacon. Its quartz rich geology amplified the electromagnetic field, making it a natural antenna for sky contact.
These were not accidents. They were acknowledgment responses, a handshake between my open field and the intelligences above. I experienced amazing light shows from the meteor showers, in addition to contact from multiple UFOs while alone, on the hood of my rental car.
The Greater Pattern
Taken together, these acts formed a sacred cycle of elemental and totemic offerings:
Earth (Boynton rocks, gorge boulder, Bell Rock): Crystalline recoding and sovereignty seals.
Water (Oak Creek, Bear Creek): Distribution of codes through Earth’s living circulation.
Air (ponderosa pine, wolf howls): Breath carried guardianship and ancestral frequency transmission.
Fire (gorge artery restoration, Thunder Mountain flares): Masculine feminine current activation and sky acknowledgment.
Threshold (Boynton trail base, Montezuma Castle): Entry seals and ancestral kinship weaving.
This was not sightseeing. It was a mission of reclamation, restoration, and contact. Sedona became the canvas upon which I poured my blood, spit, and DNA weaving sovereignty back into land, water, air, stone, animal, and sky and the intelligences above. Below my pattern over Sedona resembles a glyph or ancient letter.
Why Sacred Travel Is My Life’s Work
Sedona revealed the blueprint of my path, which is to guide others not only to stand in awe of sacred sites, but to engage with them as living portals, ancestral libraries, and galactic beacons.
Sacred travel is not a vacation or an escape, it is an intentional remembrance and it is my life’s work to lead others into remembrance where their DNA, their voice, their breath, and their presence become part of Earth’s awakening.