Sun covering the western mountains
Little girl sitting at her doorsteps
Dreaming of the slayer of monsters
The god of power looking into her eyes
Singing the songs of beauty and goodness
She kneels down to the ground
Her gleaming eyes stare into the eyes of the god
Praying for happiness, love, and desire
â??God of power! Why me?
No words spoken
All alone she dances a changing woman
She stops sitting back down
Tears fall from her face
She faces towards the sun awaiting instructions
Her eyes looking into the golden light as it disappears
She awaits her instructions
Slayer of monsters I am not ready to become a changing woman
One morning no night
Young girl awakes
Lying next to a basket of food
Today she is to become a woman
Her family prepares her
Today is the night befor dance
Lying down
Dressed in a calico paint dress
Yellow flowers
Black and white trim
Moccasins made of leather
Eight Phases
All alone she dances
Sitting
Lying
Cane set out for her
She runs around it
Candy is poured around
Gods of power and slayer blessing her
Blankets are put around her, but she through them off
Four holy days
She can perform miracles
Shaman gives the sacred Datura
She sips the tea
Her mouth tastes the branched Calalve
