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Nov 23, 2011 05:49PM

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Ko-yo-teh used both of his hands to cradle the gray Anasazi clay pot he and his father had taken from the ruins of the Navajo’s ancient enemies. Soon the precious and powerful blackish red powder the pot embraced would be in his right palm. Soon that reality-giving powder would be running through his thumb and index finger onto the holiest sandpainting ever created. He walked carefully, taking each step deliberately and respectfully as he carried the pot and its all-important contents into the hogan where the vitality of that almost-completed sandpainting, the iika´a´h for which he had prepared all his life, commanded that life:
"Hurry," the voice of his father said to him, a voice he was hearing more and more as he made slow but perfect progress on the work. "Hurry. This will be your gate to the Holy People. The gate through which you can trick the Holy People."



