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Strange Dance of the Navajo
Brings Unexplained Healing
Powers


Indians don't always dance for the pure joy of movement. The dances are part of the ritual of daily and religious life. A casual observer watching the dancing, however, is left with no doubt that the participants and even the watchers are having a good time.

There is always magic involved in the movements. Some dances are said to bring on rain. Others are supposed to ward off evil spirits. Still others are part of the all-important work of the tribal medicine man healing the
sick.

While living with a Navajo medicine man and his wife a few years ago, my wife, Doris and I were invited to attend a dance of the Ye'ii Bi'cheii (pronounced Yea-Bee-Jay). It was a strange ritual among an intricate web of dancers and chanters who worked to heal two men who were going deaf.

We felt privileged to watch this dance because I suspect it is a ritual rarely observed by outsiders. While among a large crowd of Navajo men, women and children, we noted that we were the only white visitors attending. I believe the invitation was given after we proved in word and deed to our hosts that we were (1.) truly interested in learning about the Navajo culture, and (2.) not hostile to native belief systems that went beyond the bounds of the white man's Christian oriented world.

The dance had been going on for eight consecutive nights before we arrived. We came on the ninth, or final night. This was a time when the dancers appeared in full regalia, wearing eerie costumes that gave them an alien appearance in the light of the large bonfires surrounding the dance area. The dancing began at about midnight and continued until dawn.

The dance was held at an isolated place, miles from any sign of civilization. To get there, we drove a maze of dirt trails, all cut so deeply in the dry red desert clay that at times the car headlights gave us a feeling that we were moving through a tunnel. At last, we arrived at an isolated Navajo house. The dancers were gathered around a nearby hogan, a small wooden building still used by many Navajo families for housing. The fires already were lighting the sky in a nearby field.

Ye'ii Bi'cheii dances are held during the winter months. We were there in January, and even though this was Arizona, the high desert where the Navajo live, somewhere near 7,000 feet, gets bitterly cold. We came bundled for the cold. I was wearing thermal underwear, dungarees, a heavy wool shirt, a thin winter coat, and over this, a thick winter goose down coat. Gloves and a wool scarf wrapped around my ears and neck, and a leather western style hat covered my head. Even with this, I found comfort standing close to the bonfires.

We were warned that we were attending a most solemn event. Yet there was no doubt that the people present lacked all the reverence they were supposed to have. There was an air of gaiety and celebration, as if the people were gathering on any street in America to watch a parade. They brought folding chairs, wrapped themselves in brightly colored Navajo blankets, and munched on hot-dogs, hamburgers and fried bread. The food was sold at two portable concession stands.

Before the dancers appeared, children laughed and played tag games along the edge of the dance field, sometimes dashing out into the arena, a place considered sacred. Although a forbidden thing for the children to be doing, the parents overlooked their antics. Once the dancing began, however, the children sat quietly, paying respect to the sacredness of the event.

Something was going on inside the hogan. We could hear a number of men chanting around a hot burning fire. The smoke and burning cinders occasionally flew upward through a hole in the center of the roof. Suddenly a blanket over the door was thrown back and the two men who were being healed walked out, each wrapped in personal blankets.

They stood in the arena on a large furry buffalo hide. Out of the darkness emerged a line of Ye'ii Bi'cheii. These mythical beings, according to Navajo legend, were something comparable to powerful demons in the Christian realm. They had the power to do terrible things, even kill. But if appeased in a special way, the Ye'ii Bi'cheii also could heal and bring benefit to those who knew how to ask.

The first line of dancers, all men, walked in single file. They wore brightly colored kilts, much like the Scots wear, only brighter. Also like the Scots, they wore matching purses with leather straps slung over their shoulders. Had it not been for the head piece, one might expect these men to be marching to the sound of bagpipes instead of native drums.

The kilts were short, stopping just above the knees. The dancers wore tan leather boots that came up over their calves. At their back, fox pelts hung from the waist. In each right hand was a large rattle made of gourds. The men's bare skin at the chest was dabbed with white clay that made them appear ghostly and somewhat surreal. The head pieces were turquoise, oval and distorted. They appeared to be made of clay and covered the entire head. Tiny slits were cut for the eyes and at the bottom of what should have been the face hung a large dark purple bulb looking much like a clown's nose, except that it was squared off at the tip.

Leading this strange lineup was the camelback, another mystical being depicted on Native American art throughout the southwest. This strange fellow was bent over, with his back arched. A line of feathers decorated his body from head to feet. We were told that his appearance was an extremely rare event and we were honored to see him. I have yet to understand the significance of his showing.

Yet another odd character trailed the line of dancers. He was a true clown. The Hopi call this odd character a Qaletaqa, or Guardian. He is always a member of the Coyote Clan. His mask was white and his head was adorned with a spray of eagle feathers. He was dressed in dungarees. A bright blanket was wrapped over his shoulders. It was soon apparent, after watching his antics, that this character's purpose was to distract the minds of the watchers. It was a form of crowd control, so that collective mental energy would not interfere with the magical work going on in the center of the arena. This little guy, probably no older than a boy of 16, stole people's hats, flirted with the ladies, and caused as much ruckus as possible without interrupting the dance.

There was a ritual that went on, in constant repetition, throughout the night. The line of dancers first stopped in front of the two men who were being healed. A medicine man spent about 15 minutes or longer chanting prayers, while the dancers stood in cold silence. I shivered from the cold and I was next to a fire, bundled up for the Arctic. I marveled that the dancers could stand quietly in the cold that long, wearing nothing more than a thin clay lining.


When the prayers were over, the two patients blessed the dancers by sprinkling a powder of crushed corn meal over them. Once blessed, the dancers began shaking their rattles in stiff, forward arm movements, creating a strange beat. At this, the dancers began chanting and moving around in unified single steps.

I call it dancing for lack of a better term. Each participant moved in stilted, controlled steps, feet sliding sideways in perfect unison. Almost like marching. Arms bend rigid, they swung forward and backward more like mechanical dolls would move. The chanting and rattles created the beat by which the dancers moved against the flickering firelight.

The Ye'ii Bi'cheii continued circling the arena four times before coming to a stop. Then the dancers began walking off into the night as if they were about to leave. Suddenly they stopped, turned around, and returned in single file back to where they started. Again the two deaf men blessed them with a sprinkling of corn, and the ritual was repeated. Then went on four times before the dancers actually walked off into the darkness.

More prayers were chanted in the hogan. Then a new set of dancers appeared, and the same ritual was repeated. This continued throughout the night. At one time, young girls joined the male dancers. They, like the men, wore turquoise masks, although their masks were not quite as grotesque. The girls, who were probably all in their early teens, wore black dresses with bright red symbols. They had bright belts with silver inlay around their waists, and they wore white boots.

The ritual affected all of us. One can watch films of such dancing and listen to taped versions of the chants. But until you are there to personally sense it, you don't realize the power of the ritual. Doris and I were stunned by the beauty of what we were seeing.

There is a story among the Navajo that the dancers must keep their lives in order both prior to and for many days following a Ye'ii Bi'cheii ceremony. Any infraction of the rule could cause the illness removed from the sick patient to fall upon the violator.

Did the ceremony really heal the deaf men?

"How many Navajo do you see wearing hearing aids?" was asked in response to my question.



 
















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