The stories I heard about our visitor was that he was a brave Toltec who arrived in Aztlán from the heart of Mexico. Aztlán was the birthplace of the powerful Aztec Nation before it built its capital in the middle of a lake, on an island known today as Mexico City. Aztlán's northern border was south of Colorado and covered the entire Rio Grande Valley in New Mexico. Aztlán's northern border was populated by the peaceful Pueblo Nations. We zen were farmers and inhabited the slopes of the mountains. We depended on the Thunder Beings and the Whirling Rainbow to feed the Three Sisters (Corn, Pumpkin and Beans) that ensured our survival.

The music, soft and uplifting, echoed off the canyon wall. The Mesa Verde was filled with dwellings high on the hillside, the fires were burning brightly, and all the Folk looked on in wonder, watching Kokopelli transform the enchanted music of his nose flute into a miracle potion that fed the hearts of young and old alike.

Kokopelli had no hump, as his hump was sitting beside him and must have been his bag of sacred and healing objects that he had brought to trade. His flute seemed to glow in the firelight, and he used the reflections of the fire and the sound of his music to mesmerize the entire audience.

We had had a year of drought and there was little hope that it would rain again. The feathers on Kokopelli's headdress were bright and macaw red, which gave the illusion that the body was bathing in the Eternal Flame of passion and creativity. The Fertility Fire that crowned his head also radiated from his body as he bowed swayingly before the tribal fire. When he finished playing his flute, he wrapped it like a child in a bright cloth and offered it to the Great Star Nation. Words from him reached the furthest corners of the village.

"This flute carries the music of the Stars to the Great Mother Earth, and summons the Thunder-Beings to come and make love to her," cried Kokopelli. “This union will give the People a child that they will one day lead back to the stars, through the Inner Earth from which they all came.

A blast of icy mountain air swept over my body, up the canyon, and stoked the embers of the tribal fire, causing a whirlpool to explode, filling the night sky with sparks that resembled the stars. The murmurs of admiration from the mouths of the Folk echoed through the dark night. Suddenly, the light the Thunder Beings released was enough for everyone to see the masses of Cloud People that had already gathered in the skies, in response to Kokopelli's call. Once more the People screamed, amazed at the magic performed by this God, Kokopelli. Even the babies, who were already asleep, woke up to enjoy Kokopelli's magical show. Surely the long-awaited rain would come to feed the Three Sisters (Corn, Pumpkin and Beans), and the People would manage to survive. Kokopelli recommended that everyone pick up their clay pots and collect rainwater for future use. The Thunderers were shouting that the rain was about to start.

The Fire Rods created a great play of lights before Rolling Thunder broke the silence of the night. Apart from this sound, the only thing heard was the running of feet in yucca fiber sandals going up and down the cad in search of the pots. Only one young woman was left standing near the main square. She looked up and watched in wonder as the lightning flashed across the night sky, while the others around her kept running back and forth. Kokopelli looked at her face so amazed, beautiful and innocent, and approached her, still holding the flute as if she were a child. The young woman was so serene that she caught Kokopelli's attention.

"Why didn't you go get your pots?"
he asked. - They're already upstairs. she replied.

Kokopelli asked her name, and she replied:

“I am called Snow Flower of the White Corn Winter Clan.
“Why are your pots already upstairs, Snow Flower?”
he asked. “Because your flute called to me as soon as you started up the pass and revealed to me that you would bring the rain. she replied.

Kokopelli was intrigued.
At this, she looked at him and smiled. Kokopelli smiled back at her. She had just gotten her message. – So it's you! he exclaimed.

The Eagle Clan Shaman began to summon the People to a prayer of Thanks. At that very moment, the first beings of the People of the Rain began to touch Mother Earth's breasts. Kokopelli took Snow Flower by the hand and gently led her to the Bonfire. All eyes on the People watched the couple, who walked towards the center of the prayer, Kokopelli placed his flute in Snow Flower's arms, as if she were a baby. This gesture meant that that woman would share his music and his seed from then on.

Magic was in the air, and the child of this union would use the Magic of the Raven to help the Folk rediscover their way back to the stars. According to legend, the Pueblos came clearing the way from the inner world shortly after Creation. Meanwhile, the spirits of their Ancestors returned to the inner world until it was time to walk the Earth again. Kokopelli revealed to the People that there was a time before Creation when cad person was a spark of the Eternal Flame of the Great Spirit, which had fallen to Earth to seed the Mother with Her fertile thoughts, ideas and actions. Kokopelli also revealed that they would all become Fireflies in the Great Sky Nation, on the day that Toltec and Pueblo blood merged into one blood.

The Aztecs say that nine months later Snow Flower gave birth to a boy, who became a great spiritual leader of the Clan of the Eagle. His Healing Magic consisted of uniting his mother's affection with his father's Fire power. That place, called Mesa Verde, has been abandoned for a few centuries. Therefore, a question was left hanging in the air: would this People have left Mother Earth to go and live in the Great Star Nation? If this is true, the fertility and abundance of Kokopelli continue to shine, even today, in our world, every night of the year.

Hancoka Olawmpi (Song of Midnight)
Excerpted from the Book Letters of the Sacred Path by Jamie Sams