Today, I did my annual Good Friday pilgrimage on Calvary Hill Arizona. It is a 6-mile hike with an elevation difference of 1,600 feet, plus another 6-mile bike ride (see the map).
It took me 3 hours to do this bike-hike–bike round trip pilgrimage from my Scottsdale home. The temperatures were in the upper 80s, which is normal for this time of the year. But for some reason I felt quite tired at the end. It must be that darn desert pollen this year and the allergies that it is causing.
Anyway, I paid my respects to Yeshua as I do on every Good Friday.
“This is my church service,” I explained later on to my son-in-law who is visiting here from Vienna, Austria, with my daughter and their four children this Easter week.
Four years ago on Good Friday, Master Sananda (Yeshua, Jesus) took me to a place in the McDowell Mountains above Scottsdale that resembled the Calvary Hill in Jerusalem on which he was crucified two millennia ago. And he left for me to find there some very special sacraments (see my 2013 Desert Quest (PDF))
Ever since that Good Friday 2013, I have been returning to this holy place in the Arizona desert whenever I needed Yeshua’s counsel and guidance. Over time, I identified on this rough mountain trail the 14 stations of the cross. In the fall 2013, I even created the music I play while on this pilgrimage. It is timed to coincide thematically and geographically with each Station of the Cross.
On my way down, I also stopped and prayed at this beautiful Pachamama rock that resembles a Native American shaman with a buffalo spirit inside. I discovered it originally in 2008, just under the Calvary Hill summit.
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SIZZLING CINCO DE MAYO 2017
Elizabeth and I just got back from a drive to the west side of Phoenix where we got a Cinco de Mayo cake at the Rancho Mercado, a wonderful Mexican store. (no, this is not our actual cake but it gives you an idea).
The main event, however, happened when we got back in the I-17 to drive back home. The temperature gauge on our car read 111F. Yes, I kid you not – 111F (44C) in early May!
Even for an old desert rat like myself, this is some kind of a record. I have never seen temperatures this high in the Phoenix area for Cinco de Mayo. Even back home in North Scottsdale, the temperature was 107F (42C).
By the way, Cinco De Mayo is a Mexican holiday which commemorates the Mexican Army’s surprising victory over the French at the Battle of Puebla, which took place on May 5, 1862. But here in the southwestern United States, it is yet another excuse to party, drink and sing and be merry.
So Happy Cinco de Mayo!