From our hotel in Sedona we went on a tour to go and see the Hopi Indians reservation. It was a 07.15 start in the morning and we were not back until 19.00 in the evening. Henry did very well sitting in a bus for over 7 hours of driving time.
Our first stop was of course a local trading store, Tsakurshovi that was run by the Hopi’s. It had some amazing things and I bought a Kachina doll and Henry/ Stephen bought a shaped stone arrow head.
Then we met up with a Hopi Indian guide and he showed us some sacred grounds and talked to us about their history. They are very secretive people and no photos or videos are allowed. It was so interesting to listen to him speak. Everything made sense.
We then had lunch and he took us to his village, Old Oraibi which is the oldest continuously habituated place in America and showed us around. The village was a traditional one and they had no running water or electricity. There was a rock carving from about 1000 years ago showing their beliefs.
They are so peaceful and calm.
The Kachina doll I bought turned out to be a special doll for this week as they were having a ceremony in one of the villages to honour that Kachina and our family got invited. They do not invite everyone and there are rules to follow. Most of the villages do not allow non-Indians to attend as a few years ago some people videoed it.
I got so excited I can’t tell you.
So today when we were on the way from the Grand Canyon to Monument Valley we took a detour and went back to the Hopi village and watched them dance. It was a 2,5 hour detour but it was worth it.
We first went back to the shop where we met up with Max, one of the Hopi’s and he told us some rules that we had to follow to be able to see it.
No cameras, no videos, no pen or papers, dress appropriately and do not ask any questions!
So, we got directions and drove straight there. We could hear the chanting from where we parked our car. They showed where to go and we climbed a ladder to sit on the roof top with the other Indians. It was a great view over the square and I had chills running down my arms when all the Indians dressed beautifully in feathers, face-paint, a skirt made out of leather, cloth boots, fox furs and bells walked into the square. It was the most magical thing I have ever experienced. Stephen counted about 120 of them in a tiny square. There was one older man in the same outfit and face-paint with a drum and one man with a bow and arrow dancing in the middle then the rest standing and dancing around them. There were humming and drumming and bells going- it was great.
I can’t really describe what it was like more than really magical. Henry was in awe and I had shivers going through my body.
The whole ceremony was to bring water to the village for their crops, the wellbeing for all the people and peace to the world.
We went back to the shop afterward and thanked them for letting us join them. We also bought another doll. I love them.
As we could not take any pictures here are some of the scenery on the way.