The evening before the journey begins, the song of antiquity is sung into the wind to greet, diiyiin dine in the protection prayer ceremony.  The elders speak of courage, bravery and the latest gossip.  The clicks and nasalized sounds of the language, the oral history of the myth, the
creation, the deities to life.  Black obsidian flint is adorned by those who sit center and begin the to prepare themselves for the journey ahead.  It is told that the people of no minds, and that people of no heart, will be at the places where we will journey too.  Southwest looped grassed is burnt to prepare the blackening, the color of those that survived the abyss, the land of the dead, the broken, old and uselessness from the world below.  It is with reverence that is spoken into the left ear of the person, niłchi, little wind, and darkness that is spoken into the right ear, ancient memories begin a new, intuition.  

Make your mind like the beams of this glittering world, dzil, mountains, make your will as divine and pure as the rainbow and then make yourself as fluid as wind upon water, as corn pollen moves with purpose and intent to the elegance of the wind.

As a child, a grand child of this world, I carry the sacred, the corn pollen, and with great care and respect

I yield the feirocious bear claw arrowhead,
I yield the zig zag energy of the giant serpent arrowhead
I yield the arrow head of the sun beam
I yield the arrow head of the rainbow

I am a child, a grand child of this world, the male child of the son
Monster Slayer,
With your black iron moccasins, protect me from the unknown
With your black iron socks, protect me from the unknown
With your black iron outfit, protect me from the unknown
With your black iron helmet, protect me from the unknown

With precision, in all four direction away from me lightning strikes
With zigzag, in all four direction away from the lightning strikes

To balance I am restored
In harmony I am restored