Daughter of Somebody-or-Other - Hopi Two little girls were traveling with the Hopi grandparents. One of the little girls was the beautiful child of a great Hopi wise man. The other was a daughter of somebody-or-other whose name was forgotten but this second little girl was not beautiful, and she was jealous of the wise man's child. The second child's jealousy made a hole in her chest where her heart should have been and the Master of Death used this forgotten daughter to bring Death to the wise man's child. This death was the first death among the Hopi and upon the earth's crust and the men watched the beautiful child lying there still and cold. They waited for her to awaken but the little girl slept on in Death and the Hopi wise man became angry, and cried, "Where is my daughter ?" The Hopi grandparents looked at the wise man and his child sleeping in Death and they looked at each other and the wise man stood a long time in the presence of Death. The wise man decided "I will mold a ball of my sacred cornmeal, and I will throw my corn meal ball up into the air, and when it comes down it will hit one of you on the head." The Hopi men listened, "I will know that the one that my corn meal strikes is the man whose evil magic has led my daughter into Death." So, the Hopi wise man molded a ball he made it from sacred corn meal sprinkled with yellow pollen and that wise man threw his molded ball into the air. The ball arched up into the moonlight and hung among the stars and when the sacred corn meal fell, it struck the jealous little girl in her head. Then the wise man looked into the face of the daughter of somebody-or-other and whispered to her "Have you caused this thing, my daughter's Death" The Hopi wise man looked at the little girl the daughter of somebody-or-other with his father's empty heart. He called a council of the Hopi. Those Hopi old ones believed the wise man's corn meal test and they might have killed her the daughter of somebody-or-other but she asked for their mercy and just a little time. The daughter of somebody-or-other led the wise men and the Hopi grandparents to the edge of the hole they had come from and asked them to look down into it. Look down into this hole, If you can look into it and still want to kill me, I will die." said the daughter of somebody-or-other. The wise man and the Hopi grandparents listened to this daughter of somebody-or-other and they looked down into the hole that led back into the cave world. That wise man and those Hopi grandparents saw beds of wildflowers that bloomed in everlasting summer and the wise man's daughter dancing through the flowers. The wise man's daughter was filled with the spirit of the wildflowers and didn't look back at her father and the Hopi old ones who were looking in at her. This world had nothing to offer the wise man's daughter "Do you see her," said the daughter of somebody-or-other, "this is the way that it will always be for the children of the Hopi people." The Hopi grandparents understood what the daughter of somebody-or-other had taught them "This is the way it is when we die. We will return to this world that we have come from, and we will be happy." "Where is there room for fear? Why should we anticipate Death with dread?" The Hopi men did not kill the little girl who was the daughter of somebody-or-other. The children of the second little girl became the world's searchers and finders and men and women of power and they grew in numbers. The children of the daughter of somebody-or-other are still living with us and her children still have dreadful and wonderful skills as their mother had before them. http://www.orgsites.com/fl/sons/_pgg4.php3 Come visit us at. "Keeper of Stories". http://www.newkeeperofstories.com/ or Come visit us. "Native Village" [email protected]