Robert Kochevar
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Beautiful beach, and maybe something more?
To preface this story, I had no idea of the cultural significance of the cliffs when I walked to them via the beach, nor am I the new agey type that buys into healing crystals and such, nor am I even religious. Now that that is out of the way, I want to share the experience I had as I remember it.
The day I was at Moshup Beach, which happened to be the summer solstice, I felt an overwhelming sense of awe at this place as I rounded a bend and was met with the clay cliffs. I have been to many beautiful places in the world like Zion, Bryce Canyon, etc, and I swear this was the most overwhelming feeling I ever received in a location like this. Something here was different. Shortly upon arriving, a specific boulder, perfect for sitting, and facing due west near the high tide line, drew me. Despite never ever being nude in public, I felt compelled to meditate, nude, atop the boulder. The sun directly ahead, the cliffs behind, and the sea breaking at the base of the boulder... everything felt aligned. It felt instinctual that this was the right place and this was the right time. As my breathing synced with the waves, I felt a sense of great pleasure from my head down my whole body... not sexual, but more like a caress between a mother and child, along with the accompanying feelings of bliss and peace. I don't understand what happened, but I do know it was a completely foreign experience for me that I may never experience again. I like to think it was Moshup's blessing, but... It's hard to believe even though it happened to me.