When I finished dancing, I began to beat my drum and to sing to the ‘Old Ones’. The
clouds parted, the wind stopped, and the sun appeared.
The magic of the ‘Old Ones’ in this place is powerful. If you can find this place,
be very, very careful. The magic is good, the magic is strong, but the magic can
bring on the very, very bad.
Within a day’s journey of the Hidden Canyon Ruins, the remains of a ceremonial kiva
stands in testimony of the ceremonies of the ‘Old Ones’ of this region.
Carefully reconstructed in Butler Wash, the kiva sits silently, yet it speaks loudly.
I can hear the voices and the songs of the ‘Old Ones’ ringing in my ears, beckoning
me to join. I am greatly honored.
I descended into the heart of the kiva. I am privileged and I am blessed.
I am here, ‘Old Ones’, I hear you.
You walked these lands...
You found its magic,
You used its power.
Here in this Lower World,I looked up.
And I saw...
In a hidden part of a dry river bed that no one visits anymore, the ‘Old Ones’ made
I am honored to be able to dance where the ‘Old Ones’ lived and where they celebrated
life. Under clear night skies, they lay on the rock shelf, their campfires lighting
the rocks and trees, the stars lighting their spirits.
They ‘Old Ones’ danced with fire. They knew that the steps of your dance are the
steps of your life. On specially appointed days, they journeyed to the Gathering
Kiva where they, too, would join to Honor the ‘Ancient Ones’ who came before them.
I rushed to finish my dance, the clouds were near, I could smell rain.