I’m not Christian or really religious at all but last night I dreamed about one of my most spiritual moments. About ten years ago I was attending Santa Barbara City College. One day I was late and literally running as fast as I could to get to class. I took a short-cut across the grass campus lawn and almost didn’t see a hole that had been dug as part of some side-walk construction. I managed to jump just in time and thought I had cleared the construction pit but my foot caught something as I landed and I fell hard to the ground. Slightly dazed I looked back to see what had tripped me up and I saw the tip of a rather large well constructed fist-sized arrowhead sticking up from the ground. Mesmerized, I dug the arrowhead out and took it with me. Later that day I showed it to my Anthropology professor and he confirmed that it was authentic. Apparently the grounds of the city college were built directly on top of an old Chumash Indian village. My professor congratulated me on my find and said an arrowhead of that size was probably worth something. I never thought to sell it. In fact, for some strange reason I thought because I have native blood (Cherokee) that I was somehow meant to find and keep it. But later that year during my Native American Studies class I met a young Chumash boy who was quite vocal in his opposition to any digging or construction on the grounds that would disturb his ancestors old community. He was adamant that any and all artifacts be turned over to the local Chumash people, who hoped to build a historical museum with educational displays on Chumash culture. And though I couldn’t explain why, I knew that I was supposed to bring him that arrowhead, so I did. I told him that even though I couldn’t explain it, I had felt I was meant to find it. Much to my surprise he told me that I was right and that the ancestors had wanted me to find it and bring it back to the Chumash. He later gave me a gift of sage wrapped in beads and bird feathers for returning the arrowhead (sage is sacred to many Native cultures). His gift remains one of my most prized possessions. If this has left you interested in finding out who your ancestors were, then you should definitely check out these 1920 census records.
I don’t know why I dreamed about it so vividly last night or why I felt compelled to blog about it today. Maybe it will mean something to someone. Photos: Crow Two-Spirits (Gay Indians) and an arrowhead.