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

The music, soft and inspiring, echoed through the canyon wall. The Green Table was filled with housing at the top of the slope, the bright bonfires burned, and the entire people watched in wonder, watching Kokopelli transform the enchanted music of his nose flute into a miraculous potion that fed the hearts of the young and old.

Kokopelli had no hunchback, as his hunchback was sitting next to him and must have been his bag of sacred and healing objects that he had brought to negotiate. His flute seemed to shine in the light of the fire, and he used the reflections of the fire and the sound of his music to mesmerize that entire audience.

We had had a drought year and there was little hope that it would rain again. The feathers of Kokopelli's headdress were bright and macaw red, which gave the illusion that the body bathed in the Eternal Flame of passion and creativity. The Fire of fertility that crowned his head also radiated from his body as he leaned oscillating before the tribal fire. When he finished playing his flute, he wrapped it like a child in a shiny cloth and offered it to the Great Star Nation. His words reached the most distant corners of the village.

- This flute takes the music of the Stars to the Great Mother Earth, and calls on the Thunder Beings to come and make love to her - shouted Kokopelli. - This union will give the People a child who will one day lead back to the stars, through the inner Earth from which they all came.

A breath of icy mountain air passed through my body, up the canyon and went to fan the embers of the tribal fire, causing a whirlwind that exploded, filling the night sky with sparks that reminded the stars. The whispers of admiration from the People's mouth echoed through the dark night. Suddenly, the light that the Thunder-Beings shed was enough for everyone to see the masses of the Cloud People who had already gathered in the skies, in response to Kokopelli's call. Once again the People shouted, amazed at the magic performed by this God, Kokopelli. Even the babies, who were already asleep, woke up to enjoy Kokopelli's magical spectacle. Certainly the long-awaited rain would come to feed the Three Sisters (Maize, Pumpkin and Beans), and the People would be able to survive. Kokopelli recommended that everyone pick up their clay pots and collect rainwater for future use. The Thunderers shouted that the rain was about to begin.

The Wands of Fire created a great play of lights before the Resounding Thunder broke the silence of the night. In addition to this sound, you could only hear the running of feet in yucca fiber sandals going up and down stairs in search of pots. Only one young woman stood, close to the main square. She looked up and watched, in awe, the lightning that illuminated the night sky, while the others around her kept running from side to side. Kokopelli looked at her face so delighted, beautiful and innocent, and approached her, still holding the flute as if she were a child. The young woman showed so much serenity that it caught Kokopelli's attention.

- Why didn't you go get your pots? He asked.
- They're already up there. She replied.

Kokopelli asked her name, and she replied:

- They call me Snow Flower of the Winter Clan of White Corn.
- Why are your pots up there already, Snow Flower? He asked.
- Because your flute called me as soon as you started up the canyon and revealed to me that you would bring rain. She replied.

Kokopelli was intrigued. At this, she looked at him and smiled. Kokopelli smiled back. He had just understood his message.
- So it's you! He exclaimed.

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

Magic hung in the air, and the son of this union would use the Crow's Magic to help the People rediscover their path back to the stars. According to legend, the Pueblos came paving the way for the inner world, right 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 moment before Creation when each person was a spark of the Eternal Flame of the Great Spirit, who had fallen on Earth to sow the Mother with her fertile thoughts, ideas and actions. Kokopelli also revealed that everyone would become Fireflies in the Great Nation of Heaven, on the day when the Tolteca and Pueblo bloods came together in one blood.

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

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

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