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Ivan

The unspoken question of old Arab proverb:

"He who knows he knows not, and who knows not he knows, who is he?"

It is the artist, the writer, the dreamer, the lover.

It is he(she) who is free.

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Swami BeyondAnanda says:

#7. "To have world peace, we must let go of our attachments and truly live like nomads. That's where I no mad at you, you no mad at me. That way, there'll surely be nomadness on the planet. Peace begins with each of us. A little peace here, a little peace there, pretty soon there will be one big peace everywhere."

As told to Mark.

WHY I LOVE HER

"Time to get to water and round up the horses..."

Native American-Indian Calendar?

While returning a piece of pottery shard I had "borrowed" about a year earlier form the site of a Native American, Kumeyaay village in the Anza-Borrego desert, at a place called "Morteros", I stumbled upon what may have been a crude calendar.

I had not reached the site until late in the day, since the earlier part was spent exploring the remnants of an old mining railroad in the southern section of the State Park. These tracks, which are still used sporadically near Jacumba, also happen to go past a nudist colony (http://www.deanzasprings.com ), but a large railroad sign near the colony says "No Trespassing -- blasting area", so I went no further. There was some water there, under a railroad trestle bridge, which my two wolf-dogs discovered with delight, as the day was hot. When I finally drove to the Indian village, many miles to the north, it was already late in the day. It took me nearly an hour to figure out which small cave held the pottery shard, so I had a good chance to look around. I found many more morteros, where the Indians ground seeds or acorn nuts for their starch staples, and one of the other visitors told me there were also pictoglyphs at the site, not advertised, though I had never seen any before. In fact, it being a hot and sunny day, the morteros made convenient dishes in which I could give the dogs water from my canteen.

When I found the narrow cave into which I had crawled a year earlier to find the low fired, grey pottery shard, and where I again carefully reburied it, I stopped to rest on a rock in the shade near a large boulder which had curious scalloped markings on it. Earlier I had crawled into other narrow crevices, looking out for snakes and scorpions or tarantulas, and found what appeared to be a weapons factory. Many of the stones inside had been struck, so that one side would be blunt and the other sharp or pointed, but none were in finished form. I surmised this only from the consistency of the types of stones found, unlike the stones lying about the desert floor which were of all shapes. While other visitors, some with families and small children, came and went, I waited so to enjoy the site in silence. The park sign at the entrance to this village, which sits in a small shallow valley saddlebacked over two very great valleys, said that the site had been occupied for about a thousand years, mainly from September to May. The semi-nomadic, hunter-gatherer Kumeyaay had used this camp while they spent the winter in the desert, migrating for the hot months closer to the Pacific coast and mountains. Water is scarce here, so it was useful mainly in the winter months which is also the rainy season, but there is more water up in the mountains, and with it presumably more game. So this time period, from September to May was important to them.

As I sat on my rock while the sun began its descent, I noticed that there was a pointed shadow creeping along the desert floor near where I was. Without too much imagination, I realized that it would eventually creep up to where the shallow scalloping in the upright portion of the rock was. This scalloping, each about the size of a small orange, about 30 or so on this particular face of the rock; there were other such scallopings on its opposite face, and also on top of an adjacent rock; were likely made by rotating a rock on the same spot until it was nearly a half inch deep. Their placement were such that the pointed shadow of a nearby rock to the west would have cast its outline on different scallopings at different times of the year. Since it was already late May, the shadow was to fall just outside the scalloping, but earlier it would have fallen exactly where they were on the rock face I was facing. At the adjacent rock, the scalloping would have caught the shadow mid winter. On the opposite side of the big rock, the same would have been caught by the sunrise, though I was not sure what generated the shadow there, whereas these were catching sunset. Since the shadow of the evening was falling slightly past the scalloping, I examined that side of the rock more closely. It had a large indentation where a section of rock must have broken off in distant antiquity and there was evidence it had been used as a convenient place for camp fires more recently. However, there was also a thin layer of mud inside that large smooth cavity, and as the sun angled lower I noticed that through the mud layer were visible some pictoglyphs. One was a rather well defined figure eight, in black, with the top of it flattened, with another like figure next to it. They reminded me of upright standing water jugs. And beneath that, in red, was a clear drawing, though it was partly covered by the layer of mud, of what appeared to be a horse with a long tail streaming in the wind (this is generally a windy spot), and with its head down. This image was perhaps eight inches long and about three inches high. Needless to say, this was a startling discovery, since the horse had been reintroduced into the New World by the Spaniards, the original native small horse being long extinct. It was late May, so the shadow of the pointed rock fell more on that large cavity than the small scalloped cavities adjacent, and this made it even more exciting. I felt in my heart as if I had just been given a gift in return for my having persevered in returning the small pottery shard I had taken before, and that made me feel even more peaceful inside, more connected with those ancient Indian spirits, than what I had already experienced while sitting there watching the sun set.

Why did they scallop the stone to mark the passage of time? I can only imagine that they wanted to know how close they were to returning to the mountains, where life no doubt was easier than down here on the desert floor. But it may have been no more than just something to do, while waiting for game to show up, and since they were already gouging out the stone to grind their seeds and acorns, scalloping the upright face of a rock was probably no more effort than went into grinding their corn. In any case, seeing their pictoglyphs next to what may appear to be a crude calendar, was a special gift of the day.

More on Kumeyaay Indians:
http://www.kumeyaay.org/
http://kumeyaay.sdcs.k12.ca.us/Kumeyaay.Indian.Infor/Kumeyaay.Ind.frame.html

PICTURES FROM KUMEYAAY SITE at Morteros, Anza-Borrego Desert, California.



This first of three is scalloping in rock, possible calendar, above pix, with very faint image of red lined horse in pix below, just to left of dark pictoglyph of water jar. (This pictoglyph was layered over with mud, so difficult to make out, but it's there.)

KUMEYAAY MORTEROS VALLEY



Above pix is the valley in which the village site is located, between two great valleys, and the pix below is some of the morteros, with one thirsty dog for size.

KUMEYAAY SITE Morteros water holes.



The mortero made good water holes for my wolf-dogs to drink from. It was a hot day.

MOUNTAIN TOTEM



At Idyllwild, Ivan on way to Warner Springs and Anza-Borrego Desert.

All this is so very interesting! I wish I could go there! Anna

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