Username: Lillybear
Name: Alosaka
Gender: Male
Where They Live:
Where do I live, why cannot I fly. Who am I. Let me ask you a question. Do you believe that everything has a life,
an essence? I do. In fact, I am an essence, a spirit, a doll. A Kachina.
Let me tell you about the world I lived in once, for a moment. It claimed apart of me as its own. A place I will return when I die, a place a piece of me will always remain.
It's the underworld. Our world is split in half, not perfectly, for you may not be able to see the other part of our universe as I do. But there are little things in our lives that you may consider insignificant, that are actually written in a hidden language, specks of the world around us.
The sun, endlessly circling to go nowhere, far beyond control of either world, yet interacting with both. The two hemispheres are mirrored, but our world, our world is made of solid things, of things we understand. This is where I live, you live, but not where I call home. The other world, it's ethereal. A place where cloud like creations live. Imponderable.
The little things, the secrets that bind our worlds together lies in the smoke of burning wood, in the fog and mist, in the rising clouds that dance upon mountains. In our last breaths, when we'll travel into this other world. The place of Kachinas, where we may interact with our universe, but in our new bodies, new forms. I have been there before, I will return there someday, and so will you.
You may be wondering what a Kachina is. We are personifications of things in this world, and if given respect we can bring rain and rich crops. But we are not worshiped. However to insure our importance is known, Hopi children are given Kachina dolls, not as toys but as creations to study and treasure. They're given at our ceremonies.
In these religious ceremonies on the Hopi calendar, men don mask, paint, and costume. They're the second form of Kachina, impersonates, who dance for us. I am one of these men. When I dance my identity is lost; I become imbued with spirit of Alosaka, and in that moment we are one.
They've opened my eyes to the new world, they've taken me there and apart of me was left, a piece of my heart, that place is home. And I will forever dance for the Kachina. I am the Kachina.
Where I live exactly, is where Awatobi once was, before it was destroyed. Now in its place is the Mishungnovi village. Alosaka belonged to a shrine that stayed in Awatobi. It still stands today, as it was still used 200 years after Awatobi faded cruelty. But where I don't know. It hasn't been seen for a long time. The Hopi's religion is starting to fade itself, but I want it to stay alive. I am still Alosaka. I always will be.
My wings cannot take me off the ground because my unseen home, it's the underworld, and I must not forget it like so many others. I must stay to the ground and remember where I belong. I must not stray, must not forget. Now I've told you my story, I ask of you, I plead do not forget. The next time you rise early to see the morning fog, when you see the mountain's clouds, or the steam that comes from something hot, remember the Kachina. Maybe they will bring you rain, seeds, if you dance for them. (600/600)
(please note this story takes place in a Hopi mythology! ♡)