First Sightings

First Sightings

Just a little ahead Dean could see a faint, red, glowing light coming from the top of a ridge. He could also see it rising and spiraling up into the sky. As he got closer, he began to experience a very odd feeling throughout his body. The red spiraling light beamed right up to him and circled his entire body before sweeping up again to the sky and dissipating. He was left with a warm, comforting, and tingly feeling from his head to his toes. He grew so warm that he had to stop, unzip his jacket, and take off his helmet. About forty feet away from where he sat, the glow took on a shape. Unable to believe his eyes, he thought he saw it form into a red coyote.

Dean being Dean – a boy with no fear –got off the bike and walked toward the bottom of the ridge to get a closer view of the coyote.

As he stood there, his skin became very warm and prickly, but he could not take his eyes off of the sight.

This can’t be real! he thought.

“Who are you, and what do you want?” he cried. The apparition didn’t respond.

It glowed a vibrant red, but made no sound. It was an eerie, but also a calming image. The coyote’s transparent head pointed up to the sky. As Dean also glanced up to the sky, he could clearly see a constellation he recognized as Leo, the Lion. He had read a lot about the stars and knew they were symbolic in many Native American legends. Leo, he remembered, is considered the ‘King,’ or life-giver. Its nature is the center of the heart through which all energy flows.

He noticed that the phantom coyote had begun to run off, leaving a red glow in his wake. It was as if it wanted Dean to follow him. He fired up the bike and decided to see where it would lead. As he rode, he almost lost sense of time. He felt as if he was traveling faster than the speed of light. He wondered if he could be imagining all of this, or if it was merely a mirage.

Soon, he noticed he was headed to the entrance of a cave. As he looked up into the sky, he saw that the red coyote had disappeared. He stopped the bike, took off his helmet, and began to explore the cave. He remembered the Lost Dutchman maps in the album, and he felt he was very near the cave leading to the mine. He knew for sure he was deep within Weaver’s Needle.

Suddenly, a giant hawk flew out of the darkness and almost knocked him over. He took a moment to recover from the unexpected encounter, then took out his flashlight and peered around in the darkness. He could see markings on the walls of the cave that appeared to be Native American in origin, but he could not decipher them. He was overtaken by a strong urge to continue farther into the cave, as if someone or something was nudging him forward.

As he scanned the walls he could not believe his eyes at the deep, luminous gold veins that ran along the cave. He placed his hand inside one of the deep holes along the wall. His hand became hot, and a golden aura encircled it.

Wow, this is awesome! he thought.

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