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Wing Makers

Wing Makers



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Published by Roberto Luiz

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Published by: Roberto Luiz on Nov 09, 2008
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1999-2001 WingMakers LLC, All Rights Reserved
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1999-2001 WingMakers LLC, All Rights Reserved
Traveler of the Sky entered thesteep canyon in a dreamlike fog,drawn by a towering rock structurethat seemed to clutch the sky. Neverhad anyone from her tribe venturedso far into the mountains. She was from the Chakobsatribe, whose genetic origins were Mayan and whoseprogeny would later become known as the AnasaziIndians of Northern New Mexico. Her lean, bronze-skinned body bore the ritual tattoos signifying her asleader of the Self-Knowers.The Self-Knowers focused on the spiritualdevelopment of the Chakobsa tribe. They created thevarious rituals, rites of passage, meditation chambersor kivas, and were responsible for the tribe’s recordkeeping with regard to its origins, history, and belief system.
Traveler of the Sky was thirty-four years old,dressed in tanned deer hide cut just below her knees,with turquoise beads adorning her neckline andhemline. Over her heart was an ink print of her righthand in blue-violet ink with tiny white beads attached,signifying a starlit sky—a reference to her name. Herstraight, black hair fell below her shoulders to thesmall of her back, held in place by a headband madeof rabbit fur. Her youthful face framed the eyes of anelder of great wisdom.She continued her deliberate descent into thecanyon where, from the deep shadows, a towering,needle-like rock structure twisted into the pale bluesky like an impertinent finger dipped in red paint,pointing to the unseen stars. It had drawn herattention the day before.As she walked toward the red tower of sandstone, aflash of light alarmed her. The sun had just crestedthe ridge of the canyon and it had sparked a luringreflection from an object only twenty feet from herside. She suddenly felt like a trespasser. Her bodyfroze, eyes glued to the shining object, no larger thana human head, half buried in pine needles between
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