The Enchanted Flying Angel

And her distinctive geographic attributes

When I was a little kid between the ages of five and nine I lived on a remote army base way out in the middle of the hot desert of Southern New Mexico. It was during this time that the Enchanted Flying Angel came to me for the first time.

I was just a little kid. I did not know what angels were or what spirit guides were. All I knew is that she came to me often and I could very strongly feel her presence even if I could not see her. She communicated with me not with words but rather with feelings.

She often came to me in my dreams but she also came to me when I was awake.

When she came to me in my dreams she would take my hand and pull me up out of my body and take me flying. I was a little boy and I could not fly. But as long as she was with me I could soar through the sky like a bird. She flew me all around the geographic area in which I was living. I could look down and see the earth. I could see the house in which I lived and the army base where the house was located. She would fly me over the mountains next to the army base and she would fly me over the hot desert valley below those mountains. Then she would fly me over the mountains on the other side of the desert valley.

And whenever she wanted me to take note of something I would feel a little jolt of energy flow through me. She pointed out ancient sites and energy vortexes. She showed me the very tops of sacred mountains. We would fly a little lower to see sites created by ancient native peoples. There were circles of rocks and lines of rocks. I understood from her feeling-tone communication that these sites marked energy centers and that she had helped those ancient peoples find and mark those sacred places. I looked forward to sleep, hoping that she would come and get me and take me flying.

I lived in an extraordinarily picturesque place. When I was awake I was constantly staring up at the mountains. And I was always staring across the valley at the mountains on the horizon. I had seen all these places from above when I went flying with the angel but seeing them from the ground was just as enchanting.

Once, I was on the school playground staring up at a certain mountain peak. It was not the highest of the many peaks I stared at each day and it was not the most picturesque peak. But I always loved staring at it. I do not know why. Suddenly, my field of vision morphed into a scene from the far distant past. I saw that peak exploding with fire and ash. The peak became a volcano in the throws of a violent eruption. I got that electrical feel flowing through my body and I knew that it was the Enchanted Flying Angel showing me this. Later in life when I was studying the geologic history of the region I learned that that mountain peak had once been a volcanic plume that erupted several times but went dormant almost a million years ago.

To me, having an enchanted flying angel in my life seemed utterly normal. Hey, I was just a kid. How would I know what is normal or not?

She came to me when I was hiking with my cub scout troop up into the mountains to an old abandoned gold mine. She came to me when I was hiking out in the desert looking for yucca stalks to fashion into walking sticks. She came to me that time my family went on a picnic in the mountains on the other side of the valley. She came to me that time I almost walked right up to a rattlesnake. She came to me in the family backyard. She came to me as I walked to school. She came to me as I dozed off in the car as the family traveled to nearby cities to shop. I never knew when she would show up but every time she did I was fully, undeniably present for whatever silent communication she had to offer.

And then my father got reassigned to an army base on the East Coast. My early childhood was spent ping-ponging around the world. Such was the life of an army brat.

I spent the next two years living in Maryland just a stone’s throw from the Chesapeake Bay. Those two years were unbelievably magical years to me. I had so many incredible experiences. But none of those experiences have anything to do with this story. You see, during the entire time I lived in Maryland the Enchanted Flying Angel never once came to me. NOT ONCE! I was so busy living life and growing up that I forgot all about her!

It was the Sixties. My father came to a point in his very long military career where he was given a choice. He could either re-enlist and spend a year in Vietnam or he could retire. Without hesitation, he retired. (I can imagine him flipping the bird at LBJ but I really don’t know if he ever did that.)

So the family (and by that I mean my parents) decided to retire to El Paso, Texas. Back when the family lived on that remote army base in Southern New Mexico, El Paso was the nearest big city. We went there about once a month to go shopping and to slip across the border to Juarez to buy really cheap booze. (I went along for the really cheap bananas.)

With an army base of its own, El Paso was the perfect place in the Great American Southwest desert for an ex-soldier to find a job. At the time it was one of the most super-fast-growing cities in America. In a decade the population of this West Texas town grew from 250,000 to 600,000. And this town had palm trees growing all over and it only snowed once every five years! It hardly ever rained and there were ungodly dust-storms but somehow it was a paradise to many people.

To a kid, paradise can be found in one’s backyard. It was my coming-of-age paradise. But to almost every kid growing up there, the real paradise was up north. For the approximately eight years that I lived there I considered a true weekend as a time when I drove up to New Mexico. As a teenager, I deeply yearned for every weekend so that I could head up north to the countless playgrounds of the “Land of Enchantment.”

During those incredible years in El Paso in which I was becoming an adult I had countless incredible experiences. But one of the most important factors in that time period was the fact that the Enchanted Flying Angel suddenly began coming to me again!

She showed up both in my awake physical life and also in my dreams. I was so happy about that!

In my dream-time travels she showed me a line. It was a north/south line that began in far West Texas (east of where I lived) and it stretched to the north through the entire state of New Mexico and it finally came to an end a couple of hundred miles into Colorado. She made the line explicitly clear. I could look at a map and see it. This line is what she had always been trying to show me.

I was a hormone-addled teenager; one of the most difficult types of humans to reach from the spirit plane. But the Enchanted Flying Angel was able to get through to me at least somewhat. She started to show up in my dreams again and in the course of several dreams she showed me this north/south line. She took me flying over the entire course of the line.

She showed me the beginning of the line. In the awake state I decided to try and find this place. One weekend I headed out alone in my car eastward towards this line. I went to a state park that was famous for its Native American petroglyphs. I hiked around this area for a couple of hours and it felt so good! And then I noticed a very narrow foot path that led away from the park. I was compelled to follow this path and so I did.

After almost an hour I came upon a small elevated area that was strewn with boulders. The narrow path led to an area at the very center of the small hills and boulders. In the middle of this area was a small circle of rocks. As I stood there the electricity of the Enchanted Flying Angel began coursing through my body. As I looked around me at all the big boulders that surrounded the site I noticed that almost all of them were decorated by ancient Indian petroglyphs.

They were mostly petroglyphs of wild animals being hunted. The huge boulders surrounding the site were volcanic boulders filled with big holes. These holes filled with water after a rain and after a rain plenty of wildlife came to these holes to drink water. After a rain the ancient people came to this site to kill the wildlife drawn there and thus provide their families with food.

It was a powerful sacred site to these ancient people.

I climbed to the top of one these ancient boulders and looked to the north. I could both see and feel the line that started there and headed north.

Once, during those teenage years in El Paso (just west of that line) the Enchanted Flying Angel appeared to me in a dream. Once again, just like she had done so many years before, she took my hand and pulled me out of my body to take me flying. She took me to the north to the area around Cloudcroft, New Mexico (almost directly on the line).

She took me to very near the top of the mountain. She flew me through the air and we landed in a small meadow near the top of the mountain. The meadow was fully encircled by forest. The Enchanted Flying Angel kept directing my focus towards the east towards a single aspen tree.

In the American West at high altitudes aspen trees are ubiquitous. They grow in groves and they are all part of a singular organism. Aspen groves are among the largest living organisms on the planet (much bigger than whales). If you are at high altitude in the American West and you see an entire mountain side of aspen trees it is most probable that all those trees are part of one single living organism. A mountain side of fir trees is a conglomeration of individual trees but a grove of aspen trees is one single entity. It is a grove of trees that, connected underground,all belong to one single living organism.

So, thanks to the Enchanted Flying Angel I landed there in the middle of a small meadow surrounded by forest looking up at a mountainside of aspen trees. I was looking at one distinct being; one distinct organism.

But my focus was on one particular tree standing on the periphery of the aspen grove. For all I could tell it was just one particular individual tree.

Like I said, New Mexico was the playground for those living in El Paso. A few weeks after the Enchanted Flying Angel showed me a particular aspen tree in the mountains above Cloudcroft, New Mexico a buddy of mine invited me to go hiking in the mountains above Cloudcroft with him.

And so I went with him on a day of hiking. We eventually came to a small clearing in the forest. We took a small break and I looked around at the surrounding forest. And that is when I spotted the aspen tree that I was shown in my dreams by the Enchanted Flying Angel.

It was EXACTLY as it appeared in my dreams! It was undeniable! It was the very same tree! I went up to the tree and hugged it for a long time. Hugging it, I felt the very same vibes I felt seeing it in my dreams. I connected to it like I would connect to an old friend I had not seen in centuries.

It was one of the most bizarre experiences of my life. I have hugged thousands of trees in my life but this was the most intense hug I have ever experienced. It was the very exact tree that I had been shown in my dreams!

As it turned out, I have lived over thirty years of my life alongside this line — always just to the west of the line and never on the east side of the line. I have lived in eight different places on the line and it seemed that my life was a slow northerly progression along that line until the final place I lived was at the very northern spot where the line ended.

Numerous times I moved away from the line. Three different times I moved to the west coast and I also moved to the land east of the line. But I always ended up moving back to the line.

The Enchanted Flying Angel visited me in every one of the eight cities and towns along that line in which I lived. But she never visited me once when I was living away from the line. When I was a kid I thought she was my personal angel or guide or something but as an adult I realized that was not true.

Since she came to me only when I was in the vicinity of that particular line I finally realized that she was the spiritual caretaker of that invisible geographic line. She did not just come to me. She worked with plenty of humans that were living alongside the energy line she was the caretaker of and she had been doing so for many thousands of years. The only way I can connect with her is to be in the vicinity of that line.

This magic energy line runs right along the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, the longest contiguous mountain range in the lower 48 states. No one seems to know what the ancient people called this mountain range. It was the Spanish who named it Sangre de Cristo, which means, Blood of Christ. The mountain range begins in the south just southeast of Santa Fe, New Mexico and it ends at Poncha Pass in south central Colorado. While the magic energy line runs perfectly straight, the mountain range is crooked and weaves back and forth around the line.

I lived for many years on the western slope of this magnificent mountain range (never on the eastern slope). I had so many, many mystical experiences living in all those places. And the Enchanted Flying Angel was there with me for every one of them. I started my time in the Sangre de Cristos living in Santa Fe at the southern bottom of the mountain range and I slowly moved north within those mountains until I lived in Colorado at the very northern end of the mountain range.

I have lived all over America and for a while in Europe but no place I have ever lived has truly felt like home to me except the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.

For many years living in Colorado I could look out my kitchen window and see the very end of that magic energy line. It was during those years in Colorado that I had some of the most intense mystical experiences with the Enchanted Flying Angel. And it was there that finally — for the first and only time — she actually appeared to me.

She came to take me flying like she had so many times before. We flew south to an energy vortex in the San Luis Valley on the western slope of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. She placed me on the ground. I looked around sensing that she was still flying around above me.

And then she landed. And I could see her! She appeared as a magnificent whooping crane.

Whooping cranes migrate in a north-south pattern just like the magic line of the Enchanted Flying Angel was a north-south line. But whooping cranes do not migrate anywhere near the magic line. But the whooping crane was my totem animal so perhaps that is why she appeared as one. I don’t know.

And then the whooping crane began walking towards me and as it did it morphed into a beautiful Native American woman in a white buckskin dress. As she reached me she extended her hand toward me and then put her hand into my chest and placed an object inside my heart. The sensation of her putting her hand inside me is indescribable.

Without saying a word, she stared into my eyes for a very long moment then she turned around and walked away from me and as she did so she morphed back into a whooping crane and took off in flight into the air.

That was the moment my life radically and forever changed.

A little over seven years ago I moved away from the magic line. I have not had contact with the Enchanted Flying Angel since. I miss her. I miss the mountains that felt like home.

I feel cast out into the dry ocean of the Great Plains. I do not feel at home. The Enchanted Flying Angel seems lost to me.

But I know that there has always been a reason for being in every place that I have lived. There is always an energy that I need to experience. But if this endlessly flat prairie has a spiritual caretaker I have not been able to connect with it. And I have been unable to decipher the reason I am here.

I think often of home; of that line. I know that I will eventually go home again but apparently I have things to do first. Who knows? I may not go home again until it is time to die. Knowing that I will eventually go back to the line is what sustains me.

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