RAINBOW FAMILY GATHERINGS: Unofficial Community for Rainbow Family
Family, this really needs some serious Rumor Control. Everywhere I go on the web, I see variations of the following:
"When the earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, and who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. They will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow"
Old Native American Prophecy
Now, this would be a wonderful thing to spread around, IF IT WERE TRUE.
But it's not.
In 1997, Michael I. Niman wrote People of the Rainbow: A Nomadic Utopia. While gathering material for his book (by hanging out at Gatherings), Niman came across this 'prophecy' and decided to do some research. What he found is not only sad, it's downright embarrassing.
It turns out that the story was made up. It was first mentioned in a book titled Warriors of the Rainbow, written in 1962. The book is a mess, with a strong anti-Semitic undertone and a very badly-disguised attempt to evangelize Native Americans by telling them that their religion is just a bastardized version of Christianity.
By continuing to spread this rumor, we are disrespecting our Native American family, our Jewish family, and even our Jesus Freak family. It needs to stop. There are plenty of wonderful truths we can spread about rainbow Gatherings without relying on a phony "prophecy" to legitimize our Family.
Peace, Hugs, and Crunchy Granola,
Last century an old wise woman of the Cree Indian nation, named "Eyes of Fire", had a vision of the future. She prophesied that one day, because of the white mans' or Yo-ne-gis' greed, there would come a time, when the earth being ravaged and polluted, the forests being destroyed, the birds would fall from the air, the waters would be blackened, the fish being poisoned in the streams, and the trees would no longer be, mankind as we would know it would all but cease to exist. There would come a time when the "keepers of the legend, stories, culture rituals, and myths, and all the Ancient Tribal Customs" would be needed to restore us to health, making the earth green again. They would be mankind's key to survival, they were the "Warriors of the Rainbow". There would come a day of awakening when all the peoples of all the tribes would form a New World of Justice, Peace, Freedom and recognition of the Great Spirit.
The "Warriors of the Rainbow" would spread these messages and teach all peoples of the Earth or "Elohi". They would teach them how to live the "Way of the Great Spirit". They would tell them of how the world today has turned away from the Great Spirit and that is why our Earth is "Sick". The "Warriors of the Rainbow" would show the peoples that this "Ancient Being" (the Great Spirit), is full of love and understanding, and teach them how to make the "Earth or Elohi" beautiful again. These Warriors would give the people principles or rules to follow to make their path light with the world. These principles would be those of the Ancient Tribes. The Warriors of the Rainbow would teach the people of the ancient practices of Unity, Love and Understanding. They would teach of Harmony among people in all four corners of the Earth. Like the Ancient Tribes, they would teach the peoples how to pray to the Great Spirit with love that flows like the beautiful mountain stream, and flows along the path to the ocean of life. Once again, they would be able to feel joy in solitude and in councils. They would be free of petty jealousies and love all mankind as their brothers, regardless of color, race or religion. They would feel happiness enter their hearts, and become as one with the entire human race. Their hearts would be pure and radiate warmth, understanding and respect for all mankind, Nature and the Great Spirit. They would once again fill their minds, hearts, souls, and deeds with the purest of thoughts. They would seek the beauty of the Master of Life - the Great Spirit! They would find strength and beauty in prayer and the solitude of life. Their children would once again be able to run free and enjoy the treasures of Nature and Mother Earth. Free from the fears of toxins and destruction, wrought by the Yo-ne-gi and his practices of greed. The rivers would again run clear, the forests be abundant and beautiful, the animals and birds would be replenished. The powers of the plants and animals would again be respected and conservation of all that is beautiful would become a way of life. The poor, sick and needy would be cared for by their brothers and sisters of the Earth. These practices would again become a part of their daily lives.
The leaders of the people would be chosen in the old way - not by their political party, or who could speak the loudest, boast the most, or by name calling or mud slinging, but by those whose actions spoke the loudest. Those who demonstrated their love, wisdom and courage and those who showed that they could and did work for the good of all, would be chosen as the leaders or Chiefs. They would be chosen by their "quality" and not the amount of money they had obtained. Like the thoughtful and devoted "Ancient Chiefs", they would understand the people with love, and see that their young were educated with the love and wisdom of their surroundings. They would show them that miracles can be accomplished to heal this world of its ills, and restore it to health and beauty. The tasks of these "Warriors of the Rainbow" are many and great. There will be terrifying mountains of ignorance to conquer and they shall find prejudice and hatred. They must be dedicated, unwavering in their strength, and strong of heart. They will find willing hearts and minds that will follow them on this road of returning "Mother Earth" to beauty and plenty - once more.
The day will come, it is not far away. The day that we shall see how we owe our very existence to the people of all tribes that have maintained their culture and heritage. Those that have kept the rituals, stories, legends and myths alive. It will be with this knowledge, the knowledge that they have preserved, that we shall once again return to "harmony" with Nature, Mother Earth and mankind. It will be with this knowledge that we shall find our "Key to our Survival".
Yes, that's one of the versions of this completely false rumor that can be found all over the InterWebz.
It's a beautiful sentiment, but it's not true. And it's insulting to the Cree Cherokee to pretend otherwise. (The first version of this rumor that i encountered, circulating at the 1978 Arizona National, credited the Hopi as the source).
Simply posting and re-posting a made-up 'prophecy' does not make it true. It just makes us look like RainBozos.
It saddens me to be required to correct false information put out by one who claims to be a rainbow informer but has not done his research. I do agree with you that I have not ever seen this prophecy attributed to the Cree, and I do question the authenticity of that report.
The Amazon description of your book reads:
There are numerous videos of actual Hopi shamans and wise men telling this Hopi prophecy. Are we to call Hopi shamans liars?
It's documented in Rainbow Family history that in the very early beginnings, in Oregon, they found this legend and went to visit the Hopi's. What they learned from the Hopi wise woman who was the keeper of the legend was that the legend is true, but she said it does not apply to the then extant Rainbow Family. Unlikely that would be included in an untrue report.
Be comforted, brother, in the fact that your report is almost sort of true. It is an unfounded assumption that this actually applies to the Rainbow Family. That remains to be seen. Goddess knows we have attracted our share of the opposite types. They show up at gatherings and in our websites.
Circulating false counter-rumors which no one else has heard before neither makes the counter-rumor true, nor the original legend false.
Take pride in the fact that, in your profile, you have earned the right to consider yourself a "Flute-playing wise-cracking shitter-digging troublemaker."
Peace, Hugs, and Truth
I attempted to edit my comment, and the edit failed, so I add it here-
In reference to Warriors of the Rainbow, written in 1962 and republished in 1963:
The Amazon description of your book reads:
"Strange & Prophetic Dreams of the Indian People. This is a touching story of a great grandmother instilling the Indian spirit in her great grandson. It gives guidelines for a glorious future: 'We have had enough now of talk. Let there be deeds.'"
One reader says: "This is a book of stories and visions. It is a book of life and true spirituality and freedom. Anyone who considers them self to be one with the world or wishes to become so should read this book."
And another says: "Warriors of the Rainbow takes the reader on a wonderful, deeply spiritual journey of learning and mystery. It touches on a wide variety of topics but is highlighted by some remarkable prophecy from a number of significant relgious leaders. It has obiviously been well-researched by Mr. Brown. This book should be on the shelf of any person who has ever asked their self, "What is this all about and how will it turn out"?"
A third reader says: "...Sharp words in the Appendix regarding Judaism and Jewish participation...:, but "sharp words" certainly does not necessarily equate to antisemitism. Perhaps you could give us an example to prove your point here?
This hardly matches your derogatory description of the book. Had you limited yourself to making the point that the original prophecy did not apply to the Rainbow Family as we know it, but to a different breed of "rainbow warriors", rather than attempt to deny historical fact, you could have made a valid point without obfuscating it.
I shall research the book more thoroughly and see where it leads.
Hey, Morgan! Hugs and welcomes, cop a squat and stay awhile. ;)
I don't really trust the Amazon reviews, not even a little bit. People post all sorts of silliness on Amazon. So there's that.
As for "documented Rainbow Family History," documented where, and by whom? Did Wavy Gravy scribble notes on his arm with a felt-pen? Was Swami Mommy industriously jotting down the minutes of the Counsel on the back of her Garbology Certificate?
Regardless of whether or not Warriors of the Rainbow is a good, bad, or indifferent book, it is almost certainly the original source of the supposed Native American Prophecy. If someone, somewhere, can present a legitimate Hopi or Cherokee or other tribal record-keeper who can confirm this prophecy, that would be wonderful. But until that happens, I'm going to assume that it's just another blissninny feelgood rumor.
When people start clinging to unsubstantiated origin stories, that's when you know that what was once a movement or a way of life is morphing into a religion. It would be a shame for the Rainbow Gatherings to become weighed down by dogma. The Family I belong to by dint of having a belly-button doesn't require me to believe anything at all, and I hope it never will.
Here are some bits and pieces off of the Inerrant WorldWide Web:
And there's this bit from an interview with Michael Niman:
"I've got story after story after story that talks about this being a Native American spiritual event when Native Americans don't condone smoking marijuana through a pipestone pipe and so on. There's many things that go on at a Rainbow Gathering that would be offensive to most spiritual Native Americans.
In the book I spent a lot of time trying to trace the origins of the myth of the Rainbow Warrior. The whole thing is obfuscated in the passive voice: "It is said there will be a timed when the trees are dying, blah, blah, blah. There will be a tribe of people who come and save the Earth and they will be called the Rainbows." Ancient Indian philosophy. Different Rainbow literature says it's an ancient Hopi prophecy or an Ojibwe prophecy or whichever is convenient. In fact, it's not.
The roots of that myth go back to a book called Warriors of the Rainbow. It was basically an evangelical Christian tract which was published in 1962. If anything, it was an attack on Native culture. It was an attempt to evangelize within the Native American community.
I think that Rainbows need to shed that because there's so much associated with the Rainbow Gathering that is real, that is legitimate. You don't need to say that it's an Indian prophecy. And Rainbows are picking up on this and are sensitive to it and I don't really see much fakelore compared to a few years back, which is impressive. This is an ongoing, evolving culture and it can adapt and clean itself up."
Is this the same "Inerrant WorldWide Web" you just told us is full of unsubstantiated rumor?
I'm afraid the quote of the prophecy within your quote of Niman is not even correct. Fallacy piled on fallacy.
For any who might be interested in doing their own due diligence, Warriors of the Rainbow is available free to borrow as an eBook or to read online at http://openlibrary.org/.
Sean, I understand your skepticism regarding Amazon book reviews. They hold about as much water as statements made by an author who has a book to sell, so let's set aside your theory that one half of the WWW is unreliable and the other half could be "inerrant"... I say balderdash to that theory as well as information delivered by authors selling their books.
Let's go straight to the nitty-gritty. The book you claim supports your theory (and Niman's claim) that the prophecy was "made up" in the book you referenced.
Observations based on research, not opinions, follow. Please do not bother to respond with more opinions. Only page numbers and quotes will carry any weight, and that does not mean quotes from authors trying to sell their books through an interview.
Concerning your claim of antisemitism- The only mention I find in the appendix concerning Jews is a historical reference to the diaspora and their rejection of Jesus as Messiah. I see nothing whatsoever that appears antisemitic. Please do enlighten us with a reference as to what you find there that is antisemitic.
I do find this quote in the appendix, "In reading the Bible, we can see that it is full of many prophetic visions by Jeremiah, Isaiah and other Jewish prophets of the coming scattering of the Jewish people all over the world because of the pride and blindness of the Jews. All of these dreams actually came true." (Harsh, perhaps, but also true.)
If this is your "antisemitic" material it came straight from the old testament prophets. Go figure that one out.
This book also recounts the prophecy stories of Black Elk and several other Native Americans. Are you concluding all of these stories were made up by the authors or only selecting the one of several for some odd reason?
As for another of your claims, since this book was published in 1962 it seems highly unlikely that at that point in history anyone was attempting to corrupt Native American spiritual teachings, other than someone with their own religion-based surreptitious motivations. This claim of yours alone would discredit this book were it true. However, I find nothing yet in the book to support your claim that it is "a mess, with a strong anti-Semitic undertone and a very badly-disguised attempt to evangelize Native Americans by telling them that their religion is just a bastardized version of Christianity." That sounds to me like something you might have quoted from a book review written by someone with a personal vendetta to satisfy. All I see so far is a sincere recounting of Native American teachings. I shall continue to read and see if I can find any material that might support your claim. At this point I believe that if you did read the book you have either seriously misinterpreted it or seriously misrepresented it.
There is nothing in the book you reference that sounds similar to the Hopi prophecy, although it does define the type of the Rainbow Warrior as follows:
"The Warriors of the Rainbow will bring back this lost spirit before it is too late and the youth shall once more do great deeds of selflessness and heroism. The glory and the purity of their lives shall light the world....Like the radiant Indians of old who strengthened their muscles by hard exercise and then nourished their souls by fasting and prayer, so shall they make themselves heroes of the new age, conquering every difficulty with the strength of their bodies, the fire of their love and the purity of their hearts. Filling their mouths with only pure foods and liquids, and seeking the beauty of the Master of Life in every thought, they shall scorn harmful drinking and unclean habits that destroy and weaken men. They shall run to the hilltops to pray and fast and into the solitudes of the forest and desert to find strength."
Before you deny the reality of this prophecy existing in Native American tradition, I would suggest that you research deeper than one white man's book. Go talk to some Hopis.
Be aware that I am not saying "Rainbow Family" and "Rainbow Warrior" are synonymous for they obviously are not. A warrior does more than get together at campgrounds and call each other brother or sister. When you see the Rainbow Family rise up and meet the challenge of being true Rainbow Warriors (see above), they will have contributed to the fulfilling of that prophecy. The Rainbow Warriors, however, are a global tribe of warriors who are committed to restoring the Earth and not a club of folks adhering to a common set of beliefs. By the same token, the time of the Rainbow Warrior is in the time of the Phoenix, not prior to that where they would fight a losing battle against the march of destiny. The prophecy makes it clear that the Rainbow Warrior's work is to restore the Earth. The time for that has not yet arrived. So I agree that while the Rainbow Family has it's share of Rainbow Warriors (and they know who they are), it also has it's share of Rainbow Family Members. To confuse the two would be tantamount to confusing the black and white in the Yin-Yang. Meanwhile Family is Family, and it's disruptive to start arguments over silly little points of disagreement.
At the same time, it is neither your place nor mine to attempt to correct others' misconceptions when we have issues of our own to deal with.
Meanwhile I do invite you to pass along page numbers and/or quotes that would help clarify these muddy waters.
If all you have to offer here is undocumented opinions and rumors, then this thread has proven quite useless other than to introduce me to a most interesting book.
um - you're reading the only free online version, so I guess I'll have to wait to read it. I was basing my comments on a completely different book, Niman's People of the Rainbow: A Nomadic Utopia.
That and my experiences with native tribes who are more than a little skeptical of Family claims regarding Native American traditions. I grew up with the High Holy Hippies, and I've seen my share of silliness. I once had to toss Family off of an Alpine Meadow (sacred to the Winnemem-Wintu) on the slopes of Mt. Shasta. Silly Rainbozos were setting up a trade circle on the most fragile ecosystem imaginable, and getting ready to put up a tipi as well. They were going to hold a regional on sacred, fragile land!
I'll be back with more documentation. I wasn't aware that this had become such a central tenet of faith to some folks. We're well on the way to religious doctrine, here!
I'm sorry that you are misreading my statements. I very clearly told you (did you read the whole comment?) that I do not believe that Rainbow Family=Rainbow Warrior.
We aren't discussing a matter of faith in anything, but the folly of taking one white man's word for the claim that the Hopis prophecies do not exist.
Furthermore, you clarified my point. You were relying on a rumor printed in one book about something that was supposed to have been said in another book.
I repeat my request: Please do your research before posting rumors.
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For the sake of completeness, here is the story of an early Rainbow adventure which did not turn out as expected. One may choose to believe their brother's story, or consider him dishonest as they see fit:
THE LOST TABLET OF THE HIPPIE
-As told by Garrick Beck/ Aqua Fria, New Mexico
This is a story that deserves to be told. It contains people and ideas that merit a wider audience and it contains mysteries -- old and new -- that may yet get to be figured out.
In the winter of 1971 I was cutting firewood up at a farm outside of Eugene, Oregon. It was part of the Back to the Land movement as they called it a generation ago, when thousands of people -- young people mostly -- fled the cities for greener pastures at the edge of the backcountry, -- planting gardens, cutting firewood, building buildings with recycled materials, domes, yurts and living or at least trying to live, in some kind of communal harmony.
At the same time we already had become an information outpost of the Gathering -- letters being written, invitations being distributed, ideas being brought together in preparation for the first Rainbow Gathering now only a year and a half away.
People came looking for a community of people to be part of, looking for a group of people who wanted to touch the earth with their labor. And also looking for a place to freak freely, to abandon ship from the upheavals -- the marching in the streets or the marching away to war -- of the sixties. For draft dodgers heading to Canada we were a stop on the Underground Railroad. For runaways we were a secure unharmful spot offering food, and good advice. For the young local citizens and loggers we were a place to go party. For scientists or architects or botanists we were a place providing in-the-field examples of geometric architecture, organic farming, small scale logging, and solar technologies. We were experimenting, sometimes experimenting wildly, with herbal medicines, and very carefully with midwifery, meditation, yoga, acupressure chanting, and so on. It was a wonderful, bold time. And we knew that all over the country -- 5n the h533s 6f r4ra3 A0er5ca -- there were others like us, in both smaller and larger groups working on the very same problems and the same dreams.
Into this farm rolled a large deep-purple square-backed truck containing a small clan on their way north. They had been on the road trading. They said they didn't want to use any money so they had adopted the trading lifestyle. They had a truckful of good stuff Tools blankets books, toys, candles, rope, clothes, stuff we could use. It was fun to go to their big purple truck and trade.
As they left they gave us a pouch of Hopi corn seed. They said it was a gift really for the nice welcome they'd been given. And with the seed they gave us planting instructions for the traditional way to plant the corn.
A few months later spring sprang, the ground dried out, and we turned the soil I the lower field. First we planted the frost hardy greens, then the transplants from the cold frame greenhouses we'd built, followed a few weeks later by plantings of corn and beans.
We brought everyone together by blowing the conch shell. We talked about the way of planting where the man with a stick goes ahead, poking the holes and the woman follows behind planting the seeds, dropping them into the holes the man has made. But in the discussion seeking balance, people wanted to do it both ways with both men and women each taking turns with the sticks and the seeds.
It was beautiful. All done in silence. The corn pouch was passed with reverence for the life inside it. As we planted, the afternoon began to cloud over and a light rain started to fall. In the end we held hands in our OM circle as the clouds burst over us and wetted down the valley. The sun dipped under the clouds filling the forested hills with golden misty light and a rainbow rose up from the river and arced down -- I thought it was going to land on where we'd just planted the corn. But no, it touched instead on the godseye standing on the center of the garden. The whole scene was dazzling. The sun, the mist, the rainbow, the new planted deep brown earth, us apart of it all.
Then someone's small voice said, "Why don't we go up the hill to the meditation platform to take this all in"
Single file we went up the trail, a flute casting slow notes across the valley. As we get to the prayer platform overlooking the valley, someone notices a rock nestled in the decay of a giant cedar stump.
But it's only after we've sat that we look it over, passing the carved stone among us. We leave it setting in the stump as it was.
Over a joyful, noisy dinner, amid many other topics, the rock is mentioned. "Hey did anybody see that carved rock out by the prayer platform?"
Nobody had but those of us who'd just been there.
For most of the next year the stone sat where it was
The rock itself was carved on one side with images that were themselves made up of smaller images, figures and faces, and within those smaller signs, figures, designs, until smaller than that it was hard to tell where the carving left off and the natural pattern of the rock began.
More than 7 months later I left Oregon for the East Coast and holiday visiting. But along the route we made stops passing out invitations to the Gathering next July. The invitations were printed and posted, but wherever possible it was given by word of mouth, in coffee houses, yoga centers, community newspapers, laundromats, street corners, on campuses, at rock ' roll shows, places of worship … wherever, whenever. And my travelmates and myself were not the only ones out doing this. There were other carfulls traveling criss-cross the countryside meeting people and spreading the invitation
One set of travelers went through the American Southwest and then eastward and up the coast to where we met up. We planed a trip to Washington, D.C. to distribute invitations and we traded tales of where we'd been
One of their stops had been in the Hopi Lands where they'd heard the yearly ceremonial telling of the Hopi histories and prophecies
They spoke of the part of the story about the times yet to be, where people called the Warriors of the Rainbow would come and somehow set things right in the troubled world -- and they would come bearing a rock, a carved rock that would signal to the Hopi that these were the people of their prophecies.
A rock? A carved, inscribed-type rock? I recounted the tale of our corn planting and we made plans to go back to Oregon and bring the stone down to the Hopi for their examination. First I got on the phone to Kaushal and asked him to go get the rock and hold onto it, protect it.
Returning west, we found the tablet safe and dry, now wrapped up in a small white woven cloth and tied with a coiled cord.
We loaded up two cars and a van with fourteen of us and headed toward the southwest. Close to our destination we stopped at Jacques' place on a remote mesa. He'd been living there for years, acquainted with the Hopi and Navaho peoples.
"You gotta purify yourselves, make yourselves ready," he told us. And we followed his advice taking time to fast, bathe ourselves, meditate and wrap up our hair as a sign of respect.
Then we went early I the morning, to the Hopi village where Feather Knew there was a Kiva, a prayer space, that was open and where we could sit and meditate before going on. An older woman met us and explained that this Kiva used to be open but that too many people had come and abused the space so the Kiva wasn't open to the public anymore. On we went, guided by Feather and Jayson to Thomas Banyaca's house. He wasn't home.
Our next stop was David Monongye's house. Already the sun was starting to bake us. People were home there, and I and Rome and Barry went inside. The radio was blaring loud tinny music. A woman was feeding young children. An old woman sat still on a bench at the side of the room. There were buckets of fried chicken on the table. An old man sat eating. "Come in, c'mon in boys," said the man, gesturing toward us at the door. This was David.
And in we went. "What do you want. What brings you here?" He asked over the din of the radio and the children.
"We … we brought you a stone tablet which we found." I began, getting right to the point.
"You brought a what?" He said, trying to hear over the lunchtime noise.
For a moment the possible foolishness of this entire journey flashed thru my brain. "We brought you a stone tablet." I went on slowly and clearly this time, "which we found."
The younger woman's hand switched off the radio.
"Do you have it with you?" Asked David.
"Yes, it's outside in one of the vans."
"Well go and get it and bring it in."
Like a curtain rising on a whole different scene the place transformed. The food was swept off the table. The children ushered out another door to play. The old woman had lit a candle and was sitting by it at an altar in the corner when we returned inside with the wrapped up stone tablet.
"Open it up." David encouraged
We did, and he ran his fingers over it, almost more to be touching it, feeling it, than looking at it. "Well, how did you get this?" He wanted to know. And I recounted, in brief, the story I have told you here. Barry spoke about the planned Gathering that we were all working on, and Rome, as a Native American, spoke to David about the respect we young people had for the Native American ways.
David asked a few specific questions about where and when we got the rock. Then without further to-do, he wrapped it back up and getting up, said, "We'll just have to see who's here to take a look at it."
He went out and spoke with his neighbor, then told us they were going to round up some of the others, that he thought there were "enough of us here to have a good look together," and that we should go to the house he gave us directions to.
We followed the directions he'd given us, which took us back to the very same place, next to the Kiva, where we had been that morning.
It was Mina's house. She s head of the Hopi Bluebird Clan and she met us at the door, once again, and invited us inside. The entryway opened to a larger room and there were assembled a group of older Hopi. Seventeen I counted. I was nervous as could be. It was a humbling experience just standing there and feeling the combined weight of thousands of years of the tribal culture.
David motioned for us to come up closer and tell our tale. As we spoke, he translated into Hopi, and there was another man there who translated. Sometimes the translation process was simple, other times the Hopi would all speak among themselves in this wonder song-like language. David was encouraging us not to leave out details. Things that were small to us might be important to them.
We spoke also about the vision of this Gathering, and how this was the spiritual quest that had brought us together as a clan. They talked again for a bit among themselves, and then asked a series of questions: What were the colors of the godseye in the garden? How much corn did w plant? What direction was the tablet facing when we found it? How many people had handled it, carried it since? And so on.
In all this telling we were clear, very clear, that we made no claims whatever about what this tablet was or was not, only that all things considered it seemed that the right thing to do was to bring this stone to them.
At last,their glances turned to Mina. And she came forward and asked us -- her eyes as piercing as a great night bird's eyes in the dark of the desert -- she asked us to show them the rock. Without any further fuss I unwrapped it held it toward her.
She looked and spoke with clarity and to the point. "It is not the same color, it is not the same type of rock, nor the right shape to match the piece missing from the tablet that I have."
She turned now and was addressing not just we rainbows, but all the people in the room. "However," she went on, "when my father gave me that tablet, and left me his instructions he told me that this world is full of illusions and we must not let our eyes be fooled. He told e then, that in a time like this I should take the rock and place it near to the tablet itself to see edge to edge if the pieces fit."
"Can you give it to me?" She asked, and without a word I held the stone out to her.
She took the rock and moved thru the bunches of people toward the rear of the room and out a door at the back.
Perhaps ten minutes later she was back. When she spoke her quiet voice had a strength like the Grand Canyon. "It is as I thought, your rock is the wrong shape, color and size." She was shaking her head, "It does not fit as the missing piece of our tablet."
David took it from her and handed it back to us. "This is you tablet." He said as he passed it back to us.
Apparently in the 1970's, the Hopi themselves were accepting the authenticity of their prophecies...
Morgan, you have inspired me.
I will be composing a letter and sending it to elders of the Hopi, the Cherokee (both North Carolina and Oklahoma), and the Ojibwe, asking if they have ever heard of the "Rainbow Warrior" prophecy. I will be creating a website with the results.
This should be interesting.
Thank you Sean.
Seeking the truth is always rewarding, and as I said, I do believe you were on the right track but perhaps followed the wrong branch.
I'll be interested in your results.