About The Deck

As I sat in deep meditation one morning recently, gazing at Thunder Mountain in Sedona, something extraordinary happened. The mountain began to split open before my eyes, revealing a brilliant, blinding white light. I was stunned, yet I felt no fear—only a sense of being invited into something greater. Without hesitation, I stepped into the light, crossing into what felt like another realm.

Inside, I found myself standing before what could only be described as the Light Library. It was breathtaking—rows upon rows of dazzling volumes, each one made entirely of light, outlined in radiant gold. They shimmered, refracting like light passing through quartz, casting rainbows in all directions. I knew, instinctively, that these volumes were ancient, containing the wisdom of all time. And I felt welcomed here, as if I had always been meant to find this place.

This, I realized, was the Sedona Code—the very heart of Sedona itself. This light, this energy, this love—it all pulsed through the rocks, through the earth, and now, through me. I understood that this was not just a library, but a living, evolving force. Like veins of gold forming deep within the earth over eons, this wisdom had been stored in the land, waiting for the right time to be accessed. It was as though crystal veins of knowledge ran beneath the surface, crisscrossing through the earth’s grids, and Sedona was a key access point.

I stood there, bathed in this light, and felt the message come through: Go within. Receive. Give, and it will be returned to you in even greater abundance. This light was love itself, an expansive, universal love language encoded within each beam, each photon. As the light touched me, I felt something deep within me stir. I realized it was awakening something that had always been there—memories, codes, truths held within my very DNA. The light felt like pure information, flowing into me, upgrading me from the inside out.

It was as though my DNA, which I now knew was made of light, was being tuned, realigned to this greater source. I saw how, just like quartz reflects rainbows, the light I was absorbing was a living energy, shimmering and shifting in a twinkling metaphysical environment. I tried to focus on it with my physical senses, but each time I did, I lost sight of it. Then I understood—I had to let go, stop forcing it. I had to allow myself to simply receive, without judgment or effort.

And so, I let go. The more I released, the more I was filled with this shimmering energy, this transmutational power. It flowed through me like water, shifting, cleansing, healing, transforming. This was the Sedona Code in action, a living source code that was upgrading my consciousness in real time. It wasn’t something to be learned or attained; it was something to be allowed. I didn’t need to earn it or prove myself worthy—it was simply about aligning with it, about letting it in.

I could feel it—my very being was changing, aligning to Sedona’s heart, her light, her truth. It was as though I was being stripped of all ego, all the masks I had worn, all the judgments I had placed on myself. There was no shame here, no regret. There was only light, and I was part of it. Love was the light, and the light was love—it was all that mattered, all that was real.

As I stood there, I realized that this light carried messages, codes, that were uniquely for me. Each light code that touched me carried vital information, unlocking memories within my DNA, aligning me more and more with my true self, with Source. I felt the deep truth of it: I am already perfect. Everything I needed was already within me. I just had to remember.

The Sedona Code wasn’t teaching me anything new; it was guiding me home to what I had always known. It was an organic, evolving source code that I could align with at any time. I understood now that the key to transformation was allowing myself to receive, to accept that I am worthy of this light, of this love.

I felt Sedona’s heartbeat pulsing in my chest, her vibrational signature merging with mine. It was a reunion, a coming home. This light, this love, was all around me and within me, leading me back to my essence, to the knowing that had always been there.

Welcome home, the light seemed to say. And I knew—I was home.