Terminus sweat lodge: spa in arizona
Behind the bartender, shuffling with his perfect surf body over to me, extends a huge ‘ 50s building in the sky. “valley ho” on it, according to the hotel brochure, “one of the hottest spots” in phoenix. it’s hot out here, god knows. i sweat lying on my hip plastic (of course in retro – style) and watch a men’s gear that bustles with velvet cocktails in the pool. the house is surrounded by two-story, cool-designed apartments.
Allegedly, was here at the time, full of hollywood stars is not a leg to the hip to get to the ground. marilyn monroe and ingrid bergman were there, humphrey bogart, too. i just want to get away. back in the prairie of the wild horses.
The wild horses are actually not at all my thing. animal hair allergy. that’s why i was skeptical, as it should go at the beginning of our trip, of all things, to the “sheraton wild horse pass”-hotel. and then we passed on the way in this comical scenes of the city. “old west, new fun!” on a sign in the middle of nowhere. behind it: a saloon, a few huts of wood, a bull-riding arena. no man. fort fun? well, more like a ghost town. i didn’t want to play cowboy. indians i’ve always liked a lot better.
We drove past and suddenly there was this wide that would fascinate us in each of the next few days from getting up to go to sleep: this steppe-like landscape that stretches to the horizon, in front of a gently curving chain of mountains and a river that meanders like a snake through the bushes and sand. only winnetou on his rap iltschi is missing. but apache shouldn’t be here. here’s the pima and maricopa country. and because these were two tribes of indians have always been more peaceful hospitality of bloody wars interested, have decided their offspring, to open your reserve a large hotel complex with a golf course and a wellness temple. the pale-faces are welcome. we checked.
Soon after our arrival, i meet jeffrey, the cowboy, with whom i am to meet a small ride in the prairie. in contrast to sina real cowgirl – the blood slumbers in me; or at least, jeffrey confirmed that to me after only ten minutes. and the man with the leather skin and the cigarette in the corner of the mouth looks as if he knows what he is talking about … the next morning i had my first indian-lesson and seats of the medicine woman belen stoneman. she has long dark hair, a rude, but friendly face, and eyes me intensely. “healing”, healing, the treatment is a “healing journey through body and soul”. tourist rip-off?
I don’t question belen, whether you feel weird, give here between a sauna and a beauty studio the exotic original? in the beginning, she says, she was skeptical. but then she realized that it really is only people come to you who are serious. belen blockages can feel, pent-up emotions, vulnerabilities, and power sources. already in the preliminary interview, the woman tells me amazing things. it is about my deceased father, feelings that have hardened already for a long time in me. it is so very much at the core, tears coming to my eyes. then belen begins with a kind of indian physiotherapy. one and a half hours later, i step into the scorching arizona sun. where is sina? and where am i supposed to tell just to start?
The drug, which has got nikola, i want to also. immediately. a radiation beam people in the white bathrobe i’ve seen never. while nikola “was healed”, i had to sweating in a steam bath, from head to foot with a humiliating bright blue mud coated. but my hour will come.
Our next step is finally sedona. a place where lots of spiritual energy to flow. the tell, at least the new – age disciples, the sedona discovered and made your “power center” in. of cosmic vibrations, you rave, mystical experiences, psychic phenomena. almost four million people make the pilgrimage every year in the small town, to energetically charge. since we do not want to miss.
It’s not easy with all the crazy here. right at the entrance to the ufo shop welcomed us in front of it is parked a car with the supposedly alien to track down. no, clearly. right next to the crystal castle is. a “schlecker” for esotericists, looks like something out of a fantasy film and, among other things, the sedona psychics houses. the ladies, the hot belinda or starlight, and as a personal soul readers booked want to be.
I quickly buy a pearl bracelet, the back of my troubled chakras a bit. i’m already all tingly here. after a short breather at the hotel, we will make ourselves on the search for a “vortex”. the are like the power stations sedona. energetic swirl, which are, allegedly, every few kilometers in the ground. how do you find a vortex? what a question for a beginner. one senses it, of course! well, for greenhorns such as sina and me there is, at least, in every esoteric shop location plans, on which the approximate location is.
The next one shall be on the famous red-rock-crossing, and so we start our short hike to the red rocks in view. at each step, we expect a terrific energy to electric shock, which drives our limp body through. unfortunately, sina, and i seem to be completely unresponsive. not even the smallest spark jumps over. someone must have turned off that damn vortex.
My left knee is jammed. and my mother is to blame. claimed amrita. for the past ten minutes, she kneads my body back. quite pleasant. if you do not would groan just so. you should but, she says, so the negative energy could escape from my body – an important part of the “new beginnings”-a treatment that i booked. “phew, phew, phew …”, makes amrita. i really need to be very blocked. “your knee is so unfl exible … is your mother scared?”, amrita asks suddenly. “is not that somehow every one of us?” back to the question i have. i need to be more open to alternative approaches. after all, i have the rose quartz, the amrita in the beginning of our meeting has given to, and want to help me, compassionate, soft and understanding to be full of, not equal is returned. amrita is german and was the name used to be rita. before she was enlightened, and your guru to sedona followed. at the end of the hour she gives me spiritual homework. in the future, i should encounter a solid, the energy of “mother earth” better take me. “mother earth,” says amrita. she makes a few more times, “phew.” i’m woozy by the pungent smell of the massage oil, clearly, but still the old sina. and the moans, too, if you don’t come out of here soon.
We left unenlightened, sedona altogether. the hotel, however, was a dream. when we arrived in the evening into the room, turned on the cd player and played soothing pan flute music, the local indian music of the size of mocking bird; the next morning, room service brought a sensational cereal. therefore, i am at least deeply relaxed after two nights here. maybe i have to thank, but also my esoteric beads bracelet. no matter. enter the small red and on to the next stop! we want to be in the north, to the navajo indians. i had to do the last reading of the “winnetou” to. now we are in page, an appointment, a small town near the lake powell, with chief tsosie and the man has big plans for us …
Someone has not read his karl may right? winnetou the apache was! but you’re right, there was something, at least once he’s developed something of a crush in a navajo beauty. i know a navajo woman vere learn, receives us in chief tsosies office, i understand why: vere is no longer the youngest, but she has an incredible charisma. may be partly due to the fact that it fails here for years in a man’s job, and huge jeeps through barren desert landscapes controls. her boss and cousin, chief tsosie, of lately, many “native americans” in tourism, it has built in page fl orierendes company, the excursions offers excursions. as soon as we have presented to us, we’re in the car next to vere in the terrain, the goal of the antelope canyon. the famous rock of red sand stone the price is a secret until it wanders through bizarre, verzwirbelte rock formations that transform into psychedelic images, if of narrow columns in the ceiling, natural light falls on them. can vere to make this light a lot of stories to tell, because she has already played as a little girl, here in the canyon. it then travels with us to the reservation of their tribe. “are you ready?” she asks. we are excited especially. for now it goes in the navajo sauna.
I’m cold. in a sweat lodge freeze – can only happen to us. in the small, stock branches dark hut made of meshwork of different high advocated pastures, we sit naked on the clay floor. the stones that were on the outside heated up and in a corner are stacks, annealing, unfortunately, only moderately. us the sweat lodge master who adds more and fires up missing today. normally, this takes a strong navajo man. but chief tsosie’s up to today, apparently, different. but well, a sweat lodge is not just the sweating: the ancient indian ritual is also used to relax, clear my mind, in-to-go. therefore, vere starts quietly, but to tell urge. from a time before our time when the heavens and the earth were created. of their ancestors. and, finally, of a man and a woman are meant for each other, but never each other, because the old tribal rules prohibit. this last story is veres own. briefly silent, then she takes out her flute and plays. a song that you composed yourself. beautiful, this melody. if it were only a little warmer.
My cheeks are wet. now, i could claim that i had unexpectedly with sweat but still. but i’ll be honest: i cried. and not too tight. strange, so close to the water and built i am not otherwise. this little woman in the dark singing but only. your song comes from your inside. and goes – as vulgar as it may sound – to the heart. strange. in the last few days, i left a few hands on my body. you have exfoliated, lotions, oiled, and massaged. many people have touched me. but only vere has touched me really. as we are climbing shivering out of the narrow cabin, the sky above us is black. night in the navajo country. but we don’t want to go to bed. vere, fortunately, is not. in the sports bar in the page we initiated with her. on the love. on the state of arizona. and the fact that vere cottage on our next visit to the sweating of the stones a little longer to preheat it.
Travel info: on into the indian country.
The tour: from tucson in the south, it went with the car to phoenix and sedona in the north to page. on the return journey a detour to the grand canyon, then on to the lovely student city of flagstaff back to phoenix or tucson to.
Go places: us airlines fly the cheapest to arizona, just not directly. therefore, from munich or frankfurt to the east coast to fly and change there. explorer organizes long-distance travel of individual car trips through arizona (www.explorer.de).
Best time to travel: optimally, our winter half of the year. in the summer it gets in the south, very hot, but then the resorts have good bargain offers.
More arizona news: kaus media services luisenstrasse 4, d-30159 hannover, tel. 0511/899 89 00, www.kaus.net
Stay + corrugated food:
Tucson: loews ventana canyon resort, 7000 n. resort dr., tucson, az 85715, www.loewshotels.com
Chandler: sheraton wild horse pass, chandler, az 85226, www.sheraton.com
Sedona: enchantment resort, 525 boynton canyon road, sedona, az 86336, www.enchantmentresort.com
Flagstaff: starlight pines bed and breakfast 3380 east locked road, flagstaff, www.starlightpinesbb.com
Phoenix: valley ho, 6850 e main st, scottsdale, az 85251, www.hotelvalleyho.com
What is experience: antelope slot canyon tours by chief tsosie, 55 s. lake powell blvd., az 86040, www.antelopeslotcanyon.com
Photo show: arizona dreamin’