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Sacred Blue Corn

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Blue Corn



This also shows you the homes of the Hopi Nation

But they do have strong family ties and spiritual knowledge 



Blue Corn, Sacred Elders, Keeper of the Sacred Blue Corn: This one is more of a mystery, with interesting events, in a most unusual expectations, one rarely recognizes, unless . . .


Sacred elders dressed in traditional ceremony Hopi fashions; which reveal tribal status Keepers of the Sacred Blue Corn, and the wisdom keepers, all should respect. I notice two-elders sitting by the front gate of the Tehachapi Fair grounds, close to the ones putting on the First Annual Tehachapi Pow-Wow, in Tehachapi, CA. The same people who were collecting money for campers, sellers, which included registering everyone that came in vehicles.

Six cars before us I noticed the spiritual elders walking up to one car and giving them an ear of corn. The next vehicle the Sacred Grandmother approached was the one I was in; she handed me one ear of sacred blue corn, which I received with humbleness. To be the receiver of sure a gift is a spiritual honor, for the giver gave it with sacred traditional blessings. Blue Corn, among traditional cultures is sacred and spiritual, and more so if one accepts the corn with great humbleness of spirit, of the Corn Maiden empowers the blue corn to honor one with all her/its sacred blessings. What had me puzzled . . . Why the youngest of two women in the truck? . . . The Sacred Keepers wanted me to realize, she had her reasons for bestowing an ear of sacred blue corn, upon certain ones of her choosing, and in time, we would understand.

I did not question one I sensed a Sacred Mother any further, I just accepted, the words of a Sacred Elder, knowing they are many messages in their silence. What as unclear, why in the middle of California, and not the Four-Corner Area or New Mexico. I have always been one that wants to find all the secrets behind why. Why did they not walk around the fair grounds with their basket of sacred blue corn? Stranger even more, is why they choice to sit at the gate, with so much going on around them.

Thursday afternoon, many traditional and non-traditional people begun to gather for four-nights and three full days of socializing, dancing and for various spiritual reasons . . . . What all of us questioned while we assumed fascinating, is how they decided on which individuals to favor with one ear of sacred blue corn. Because we learned, a couple of families were about to have one ear of sacred blue corn bestowed on them, until they asked for more and they received none. No good, problems quickly befell those who requested more. Car problems, car stopping and needed a push, problems at their campsite, and articles of ceremonial regalia missing, these are just a few of the problems they suffered, before they set up camp. A spiritual form of discipline, the Sacred Ones use to spank those that show disrespectful forms of selfishness.


Blue Corn has proven exceptionally sacred and full of spiritual power, which is the reason traditional cultures among countless generations of Southwestern Tribes cherish the sacred blue corn. The power is enhanced and especially when one receives a blessed sacred ear of blue corn. It becomes even more cherished and sacred when Sacred Keepers of the Blue Corn makes a gift of blue corn combined with a simple prayer.

I realize this is hard to understand, but it is the truth: What they gift and one receives in a good way, awakens one spirit-heart and mind to the sacred spiritual power within the blessings; a powerful way of honoring individuals, yes. This gift across centuries established itself a magnificent good omen. This truth I learned and the sacredness of its power I sensed and experienced when I was gifted blue corn, by Sacred Mother of Blue Corn, an energy rushed through my total spirit and mortal being, which energized, and awaken its sacredness within. 

I can say its spiritual powers awakened me within its glow of blessings and powers, as my grandmother stated, would happen. "Red Sun my child, if someone bestows blue corn upon you . . . know blessed acceptance must come from within your spirit-heart, expressing sacred, honest, humbleness, since the guardians of the corn with know. If you accept with humbleness you will sense the sacred blessings of spiritual love, and those you bless with spiritual love will not go hungry and those that come to you home will never leave hungry. I cannot tell you the various types of spiritual gifts from its blessings you will receive, since the time, place, and reasons for you this also holds many valuable lessons you will learn. Know, if you are every considered worthy to receive an ear of sacred blue corn, learn."


Mystery’s begins with the talk of the Hopi Elders, by a few persons who had received blue corn with a few of those responsible for putting together this gathering. Even though they were not on the guest, they decided to find them and invite them to sit with the honored elders. They would bring great blessings to have them at this honoring ceremony, as well. The elders had been sitting on the ground with a hand woven basket containing ears of blue corn—less than a couple of yards outside the entrance, too. They had been sitting about two-yards from the people who collected the entrance fees, and names of everyone camping, on the fairground. Investigation revealed, the gatekeepers do not remember seeing them, only the individuals that received the blue corn and/or certain passengers in the same vehicle, could remember seeing two elders, a hand woven basket, and/or ears of blue corn, the people working the gate, who thought us stranger.


Fair grounds only had maybe fifty early campsites; three men took off to see what anyone remembers and/or find the elders. They discovered only certain individuals, recalled having visual and verbal contact with the Hopi Elders and the sacred blue corn, because they received an ear. Curiosities activated, and more people joined in the search, when they discovered two families who had actual contact with the elders, after the search to find them was well underway.

Adding to our curiosity and questions: Who were/are these Hopi Keepers of the Sacred Blue Corn? Where are they now? Why is it only certain people has seen them? Generations upon generations of traditional peoples among numerous tribes, dream of the day someone would bestow an ear of pure blue corn upon them. How is it possible only a few experienced the beautiful ears of blue corn in a hand-woven basket, yet no one received blue corn after the sounding of the first drums, why?


Grandfather WhiteCloud the eldest elder and medicine man for this gathering, listen to the description from those that saw them, could not recall seeing or speaking with either one, at any gatherings across the Southwest. Thus, grandfather sought answers from the Sacred One about the Hopi Blue Corn Elder.

Grandfather learned the Sacred Keepers of the Blue Corn are ancient ones. They are from the Sacred Village, the ancient village of traditional wisdom and knowledge. They are the Keepers of the Hopi’s Sacred Traditions and Knowledge, who choice to visit for a short time. NO reason given why, they choice this gathering, to bless certain ones, beyond gifting those who had long journeys ahead of them, they provided them help to help the people. That was a logical reason, not everyone saw or remembered seeing them if they did. In essence, they are ancients aka guardian angels/teachers who are only seem by those they allow to see them.


Side Bar begins: [What I had discovered interesting, about gatherings, people may not be able to tell you the name of everyone in attendance, but they can remember who was at what gathering, and who was not. No one, who received the sacred blue corn, could remember seeing the Sacred Hopi Elders at any gatherings besides this one.] Side Bar ends


Side Bar begins [When I was a young child grandmother always told me, if someone bestows blue corn upon you, accept it . . . . you and those you love will never go hungry.] Side Bar ends


Fry-Bread Feed the Masses

The Paul Harvey version to the feed the masses 
Fry Bread 
The first part of  of the Fry Bread that showed the love and blessings to all

Never-ending Fry Bread Dough

Bread Feed the Masses




Recipe to feed for fifty pieces that could feed seventy-five people, if stretched, only one piece each of fry bread: Take one large plastic bowl, with lid; five-pounds of flour, two-yeast packages, some sugar, powdered milk, and enough water to make up a good batch of soft bread dough, cover and set side and until it doubles in size. Except this same recipe continued to feed fifty times fifty and just keep giving enough dough to feed several hundred. Yes, five pounds of flour and water created fry-bread dough, which just kept on giving-and-giving and giving more.


If you have ever meditated, received a vision or created some thought-form visualization then maybe you might understand how I prayed this day.


This day standing in the sun, spirit-heart expresses a beautiful vision, filled with sacred, bright, crystal, spiritual beauty. Yes, the pray, my heart formulated prior to leaving for the gathering in Tehachapi and before I received the ear of blue-corn.

Once camp was set-up it was time came to prepare a bowl of fry bread dough, before it was time for the sacred evening blessings of the ceremonial ground. My spirit-heart envisions all that came to this gathering or our camp in need of fry bread, the number did not matter, this bowl would always have enough to feed all in need. I asked that no one be allowed to go away hungry, for the bread was needed to nourish mind, body, spirit, and stomachs.

I had not doubt this could happen, since I was asking this for the masses and not for personal gain. Grandmother M taught me the power of sacred prayers and on a number of occasions; I had observed this happen when she was cooking to feed masses and food was short. In addition, to what a few priest told me about the healing power Grandmother M put into the food she cooked. Her teachings became my motivation to pray over the fry bread the way she taught me.

 In my vision, I saw long lines of people coming for fry bread, the bowl continues to supply fry bread dough, and people continue to receive with movement of sun and moon moving across the sky changing from day to night several times. Fry bread continues to be available for all with their plates out receiving shining fry bread, shining with a sacred light.

Left the bowl on top of our station wagon in the sun with the lid sealed tight, when I returned a couple of hours later, five pounds of flour had blown the lid off the bowl and covered the roof of our station and down across the front window shield, and a dough fall on our front car doors. My heart sunk, when I first returned to our campsite, seeing the wild growth of dough; which left me wondering and offering up another prayer for this to feed the masses. The Sacred Ones had accepted part of the dough, their gift and my sacred offering. When I punched down the dough there appeared just a little over half a bowl and a voice standing directly beside me says fear, what you seek—will BE.


We only supplied our campsite and two others, with fry bread. The next morning, a friend was going around to numerous camps to see if we had anything to help feed the elders, besides money and then money would help purchase supplies to continue with the eight meals for the rest of the weekend to feed the elders and their families. I handed her my fry-bread dough, which had risen to a full bowl over night, without additional flour.

          Over the next three-days it is hard to say how many pieces of fry-bread that bowl offered up, except to say it would normally that three or four bowls for dough to feed the amount of people they feed at each feeding. The people cooking the fry-bread assumed one of the cooks was adding more flour to dough and said nothing until the last feed on the last day. They were trying to cook all the dough up, before they handed the bowl back to me, but that refused to happen and they started questing who had added more flour to the bowl of dough. You can imagine their surprise when they discovered no one added flour to the bowl the entire weekend; which is when they discovered all the flour they purchased was still inside the cook wagon.

          Around that time Grandfather WhiteCloud, medicine man, came up and asked for five pieces of fry bread. They took the dough from the bowl and began to prepare the fry-bread. A couple of the women started to tell him about the dough, and how every time they thought they were almost to the bottom of the bowl they looked back and the bowl was full. Grandfather stood there chuckling at the women and took them each time they turned their back the bowl resupplied fry-bread dough. This I know because I was standing off to the side listening to the women talk and I was chuckling, too.

          About an hour later three-woman with their hands on the bowl, very ceremoniously arrived and presented me with the fry-bread dough and bowl bad. The woman had dubbed it the never-ending bowl of fried-bread dough. They were honored I had given them the bowl to the feed the masses and they had the opportunity to realize the Sacred Love of the Elders was still with the people. Needless, to say, this was not the end of the fry bread dough, its story continues.


Pot-of-Beans feed the masses on the mountain


Faith Receives Sacred Blessings

Pot of Beans and fry-bread feeds the masses on the mountain

Proof the basket of fish and bread did feed the masses


A week later, we were still enjoying fry bread, from the same never-ending bowl of fry bread dough. Our cash flow very low and we still had a few days before payday. We had a one-pound bag of kidney beans, a few strips of bacon, three-cans of corn, a half pound of potatoes and three carrots. After some discussion and thought, we decided we wanted beans for dinner, instead of potatoes. When I started to prepare the beans, with the ear of blue corn I hung beside our stove, and had a strong sense of many bellies to fill, so I offered up a simple prayer, filled with strong thought-form vision, expressing the desire of the prayer within my heart.

Prayer words: Here in this pot of beans, it small and it needs to feed and satisfy many different appetites. I have no idea, only you know how many people will come and call upon this pot of beans, to fill unknown number of bellies, which need your blessings to satisfy unknown appetites. The blessing, I seek include all here now and/or the unknown number of people that will come to visit all here on this mountain, until the bread and beans are no more. Father, you know we never turn anyone away and we feed all who come to our home, matters not when our visitors come or how many come, day, or night, we feed them all.

Sacred Father, I ask this pot of beans feeds all, no matter how many times they ask for more, I ask of you we have enough to feed them more. Sacred Father, this pot of beans needs to feed mind, body, and spirit, while it helps to heal those who partake. This I ask in your name, the sacred love, and blessings of our Sacred Mother and the Holiest of Holy Son of Life and Light Eternal. Thank you for all your blessings Father.

My thoughts: A pot of beans, at the half-way level in the pot, and each time I put the ladle in the pot and took beans out below the half-way level, it refilled to the half-way level and did not allow its self to stay below the half way mark in the small one-gallon pot. Mind visualized countless people with bowls in hand, handing me their bowls to fill once, twice, three times and more, and more continue to arrive hungry and leave with a full bellies and spirits satisfied.

Through my minds eye: once I packaged the special prayer and thought-form vision inside a sacred prayer sphere, I released it to the travel to the Sacred Father in a beautiful sacred bright stream of light, filled with thousands of beautiful crystal rainbow chips. I stood in silence for a couple of minutes and went about preparing the pot of beans, for our dinner.


After dinner, there was still a half pot of beans and plenty of fry-bread dough left. Around 2300 hours we decided to go to bed and get some sleep. Around 0220 hours we here the wolves singing to let us know someone was coming and by their song we knew they are welcomed and honored guest. Chief Allrunner, with his family, and a couple more, (nine), followed by a second van of eight and two-cars loaded. We had twenty-four extra bellies, of twenty-men with big appetites, two-women, and two-children. The men each had two-large bowls of beans and two-pieces of good size fry-bread and two-men had three bowls. Plus we ate with them, too.

          Forgetting about my prayer during the feed, until I was gathering all the plates and bowls up, when received a flash, which reminded recalled my prayer. I checked looked at the bowls and realized what they had left in their bowls, would have filled my small pot of beans. I looked in the pot and discovered a pot of beans still half-full.

          "Everyone, do you remember reading or hearing about the Sermon on the Mountain, when one basket of fish and bread feed the masses, and when everyone ate their fill, what was gathered filled several baskets?" Everyone looked at me with a puzzle look, but each confirmed hearing about the sermon and feed, but not sure, what that has to do with anything this evening. I told them about cooking up one-pound bag of beans, and after dinner, we still had a half-full pot of beans. Before I continued, I asked them to tally up how many bowls of beans everyone consumed, they guessed-a-mated at least fifty bowls of beans and about as many pieces of fry-bread.

          Then I asked the women to calculate how much of the beans were left and how much came out of the pot, they calculated a full pot of beans as leftovers in the bowls, and they could have eaten two or three small pots of beans. Then they asked of the fry-bread dough was the same bowl of dough they used at the gathering to feed hundreds of elders. Yes, the same bowl and I have not added any flour either. The men had a good two-hour conversation about feeding the masses.

O500 hours before everyone decided it was time to get some sleep with wall-to-wall bodies inside our cabin, two-tents outside, plus a several others sleeping in each of the two vans. Even with all the wolves singing their honoring songs in the morning, people slept until 1000 hours. In the morning, everyone pitched in food for breakfast.


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