Arriving in Sedona, one of the vortex's on this planet, the energy of the place is unmistakable as we are surrounded by Mama Nature at her finest amongst giant red-toned rock formations. Due to the immense energy and spirituality of the place, Sedona attracts all types of energy healers, clairvoyants, shamans and universally in-tune people. Here are some good folk, albeit they're mostly all over 50.
We take a drive up to a higher elevation where we rent a helicopter for 20 minutes to shoot some aerial shots.
With only one extra seat Jack selflessly makes the sacrifice to let me go up, knowing how much it means to me. (Love you Jacky)
The helicopter allows us to see what no other land or air vehicle could as we hover among the rock formations and dive between canyons. We circle high above Mark down below losing his mind through dance, wearing the mask and blasting Judas Preist's Leather Rebel from a boombox.
Then we shoot some land footage of Mark half naked in his skivvies with the machete in hand, singing to the spirit of the mask on a rock. We all become one with the cacti as we pick their friendly reminders of their existence in the form of prickers out of our hands and feet, but we leave the scene with a sense of pride and fulfillment at the art that was just created and I'm grateful to be a part of it.
We wanted to get a family photo of our auras for the mantel, but that was a wrap and Vegas was hollering.
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