Navajo Skinwalkers and
Shape Shifters
By James Donahue
March 2006
An article by Clyde Klukhohn
involving Navajo witchcraft recently caught my attention. It brought to mind our personal experiences with the Navajo during
the winter in 1996 that we lived with a family near the Four Corners.
Klukhohn notes that the
Navajo who practice skinwalking and shape shifting are practicing a form of black witchcraft that is unique to the Navajo,
and have no resemblance to the “European variety” of black magic practiced among the witches.
He writes that “there
are no warning signs for the presence of a witch at work if they are in human form.” Such signs, he suggests, would
include a blue flame or spoiled milk.
It seems that Klukhohn
may be a bit unfamiliar with his subject. This writer lived with a practicing black magickian on the Navajo reservation, and
lives with a practicing black magickian today, and can tell you without reservation, the practitioner offers no outward signs
until you either are the subject of the craft, or you are allowed to see.
In the case of the Navajo
man and woman who took us in, it did not take us long to learn that we were living with a witch. This woman belonged to a
coven of practicing witches that could not resist playing games with us. Our poor dog, an innocent little creature nearing
the end of his days, became the subject of numerous attacks, and we often found objects with painted images on them either
hidden in our room or under the seat of our locked car.
Then there was the appearance
of the shape shifter. One windy afternoon, as the sands of the high desert were turning the sky yellow and partly obscuring
the sunlight, we were at the house alone. The dogs in the yard began barking and carrying on. My wife looked out and announced
that there was a wolf in the yard.
We both ran outside to
look at the creature, only to find that it and the dogs had disappeared behind an old Hogan that was once used as the family
home before the government built the conventional house we occupied. When we looked, we saw the large paw prints of the wolf,
but there was something strange as well. The paw prints turned into human foot prints . . . small like the feet of a petite
woman . . . before they disappeared at the wall of the Hogan.
It was clear that the
wolf my wife had seen turned into a human after she was out of our sight. Then, miraculously, this person walked through a
wall of a locked building. Since we did not have a key, there was no way to enter the old Hogan to expose her in her hiding
place.
We believe we were visited
by one of the witches in the coven that day.
As we stood there, finding
it hard to believe what we were looking at, my wife suddenly came to her senses. “Quick,” she said, “run
into the house and get the camera. Nobody will ever believe this if we don’t get a picture.”
I returned to the house
and had to search for a while to find our camera and make sure it had film. By the time I returned to the site, the blowing
sand had covered the track. There was nothing left to photograph.
Author Klukhohn wrote
that the word for skinwalker in Navajo is “yee nadlooshii,” which means walk/travel like an animal. Yet the name
shape shifter signifies exactly what is accomplished. He wrote that the witch who performs this art is a “wer-animal”
who owns an animal skin that is used to transform into this animal.
Indeed, the vision my
wife had was from a distance of several hundred feet, through a dirty kitchen window and in the midst of a sandstorm. She
clearly identified the animal as a large dog, or wolf, which was an extinct species in Arizona
at the time. Wolves have since been restocked in the White Mountains by the U.S. Forestry
Service, but they were not present in the state when this event happened.
From the paw prints I
saw, it was a very large animal compared to the dogs in our yard, thus it was almost unnatural even for the size of a wolf.
Klukhohn observes that
“any real animal can see through the skinwalker’s disguise but even a human can recognize the unnatural creature.
For some unexplainable reason even a well seasoned skinwalker cannot obtain the perfect animal gait or leave the proportionally
correct sized animal tracks.”
My wife and I are living
testimony to the uncanny ability of the Navajo to accomplish this amazing feat. They did it right before our eyes. It was
only one of many amazing wonders observed during that magical time we lived in Arizona.