by Ed Komarek
March 08, 2011
from ExopoliticsBlogspot Website

Spanish version

I first met the Hopi around the middle 1950s as a young boy and I always wanted to go back and visit before I died.

Our family’s life was enriched by our contact and relationship with Hopi tribal members and I believe that was true for the Hopi individuals and their family’s we came to respect and love as well. One of the many reasons the Hopi came to trust Dad was that he trusted them with his family and he treated all people equally with love and respect and it’s been the same with the whole family.

I have always had a good excuse to go back because my Dad, Ed Komarek Sr., was an ecologist, businessman and scientist and he always shot a lot of pictures wherever he traveled.

Tall Timbers Research Inc. have Dad’s papers in their archives and this includes the Hopi pictures especially some priceless movie footage of Hopi sacred ceremonies that other whites were not allowed to see or film.

I vaguely remember discussions at the time amongst the Hopi elders and Dad. They knew that they were rapidly losing their culture and history and I believe this is why they agreed with Dad to allow him to take pictures for both the Hopi and the nation’s future generations.

It should be remembered that in the 1950s and before, the Hopi were treated badly by whites.

Even in the 1950s white tourists would barge right into Hopi houses taking pictures without permission. Our family was one of the very few exceptions who treated the Hopi with love and respect and this was returned.

Roland N. who’s last name I can’t spell and is now dead used to come to our Birdsong Plantation to hunt wild turkey and I used to go hunting with him. He was stationed at Englin AFB not too far away. I still have the little bow, arrows and lightning bolt for dancing he made for me.

I remember the Hopi elders teaching me how to dance probably Governor Howard or Peter N. The relationship with the Hopi started when Dad was looking to find primitive types of corn that had drought resistance to hot southern summers. He worked as Greenwood hunting plantation manager, directly under the famous financier John Hay Whitney who also had been ambassador to England.

Dad had a special relationship with John where Dad’s scientific work was considered a part of his job at Greenwood. As long as things went smoothly at Greenwood Dad could spend most of his and his brother Roy’s time organizing and building Tall Timbers Research Station. John wanted to do something for southern agriculture that would help pay the bills for Greenwood so he and Dad came up with the idea of a hybrid seed corn business.

Somehow Dad through his scientific circles discovered that Hopi and other Indian corns out west could be planted two feed down where there was moisture in the desert and would sprout and grow to the surface.

I remember that Dad had to set up a little exhibit in a glass case to prove this as folks at Greenwood wound not believe it possible. I remember seeing this exhibit. Genetic information from the Indian corn became part of the Dixie 18 southern hybrid corn sold by Greenwood Seed Company.

Dad and my mother Betty Komarek decided that the whole family should go camping in the west as a family vacation. Over several early summers the family spent a lot of time with several Indian tribes but the Hopi turned out to be special. I remember when we came to Hopi land that Dad met with Governor Peter N. who started testing him right off the bat as Dad was fond of saying, and told Dad that he was busy and come back tomorrow.

We were allowed to camp out in an Apple Orchard in the desert for the night and Peter was surprised that Dad came back the next day and again told him to come back the next day.

Peter figured like most white people that Dad would not have the interest or patience to continue being put off.

On the third day as luck would have it Dad began talking to Peter about his small mammal collecting that he still did as a hobby for the Chicago Field Museum and as luck would have it as Dad pulled out a drawer of stuffed Pocket Gophers.

Peter said,

“do you catch these?” Dad said, “yes,” and then Peter said, “come with me!”

Dad took along a couple of Gopher traps to the sacred corn field where the Gophers were eating up the corn roots underground.

Again as luck would have it the next day Dad caught a Gopher with one of the underground traps.

That is the story of how as Dad used to say broke the ice and was the beginning of a long and unusual friendship that introduced Dad to other Hopi elders and governors. Looking back in hindsight these seemly ordinary events all had deeper spiritual significance as our relationship with the Hopi really took off in that sacred corn patch. This carried into my dreams throughout my life.

I see the pieces falling into place as I plan this trip out west this April. I believe nothing really happens by accident and we can observe this in our daily lives if we pay attention.

I think the stories of the extraterrestrial race called the Tall Whites by Charles Hall, I am researching for collaborating evidence are not new, and contact goes back in time before the white man as recorded in the sacred stories of the Southwestern Indians.

I think it is significant that I go back to Hopi Land before I go on to Nevada to research the Tall Whites.

As I write this article I am reminded that the Kachina dolls represent the Sky People and that while the Tall Whites came from space they also lived underground in the Valley of Indian Springs Nevada and from their base they ventured out on the surface and surely came into contact with the indigenous peoples before the white man.

I am reminded of the sacred Kivas built underground and the creation stories of the Hopi emerging from the earth to a life above ground.

The first trip out west was the beginning of several summer trips to Hopi land. I think the Hopi younger generation would be surprised to learn that many of the turtle sacred ceremonial rattles, leg rattles, and drums came from Southwest Georgia and from a white man at that.

Not only did the Hopi want turtle shells, but fox skins and wild turkey feathers that the family supplied. I would not be surprised that some of this did not end up in Hopi museums.

Not satisfied with just receiving the gifts, the Hopi insisted on giving back in return Kachina dolls, clay vessels, clay figurines and baskets and much of this is at our home place now called Birdsong Nature Center. I remember in my childhood cleaning out the now endangered Gopher Tortoise shells, water turtle shells, and box turtle shells with our hired hand Pete at our barn.

I doubt the deeper spiritual significance of this will go unnoticed by the Hopi of today. While Dad was always the objective scientist on the outside looking in it was not to be the same with me. I chose the spiritual path early in life when I began to get interested in the paranormal by walking into a metaphysical bookstore in Fairbanks Alaska in the middle of winter.

This interest progressed to the interest I have in extraterrestrial life today, and what it means for human evolution on earth and in space.

I figure I know just about as much as anybody without a Top Secret security clearance and need to know access. I heard that longtime UFO/ET investigator Wendle Stevens just recently before he died visited Hopi land last year and I thought that spiritually significant. It should be noted that Wendele said that he had met the Tall Whites twice in his life as told to me by Aileen Edwards.

I heard quite a few stories from Dad about his interactions with the Hopi. One of the most interesting was that one farmer told Dad that he was going to let the wind put 2 inches of topsoil on his field. Dad did not believe him but being the scientist that he was put out stakes and sure enough the next year there was two more inches of topsoil on that field.

By using brush and branches stuck in the ground the farmer used to wind to cover the field evenly with topsoil.

As a young boy I was much more interested in animals and plants to find around Indian houses, especially horned toads for pets, than learning about people. My sister was more social and she developed and maintained a relationship with Peter N. daughter and traveled to Hopi land several times.

She died several years ago and the rest of the family is now gone and I am the last Komarek standing as both my sister and I never had children.

Today I got on the Internet and talked with a Hopi at the Hopi Preservation Center by phone about my father’s archive material. I am happy to be back in touch with the Hopi and am looking forward to once again reestablishing contact with many others of the Hopi.

I wonder if any of the kids my sister and I played with behind the houses where we were shown the sacred eagle are still alive and remember that little red headed white boy and his sister?

Or us at that village where when we drove up, the uncles dressed up like demons were chasing down the kids and imprisoning them where their parents had to buy their release with bread if they had not been bad.

My parents left the car and when the demons discovered us I locked the doors and my sister went to balling! What a way to keep the kids in line the rest of the year.

As time proceeds I will try to remember more information to share before I return to Hopi land this April on my western tour.

Now armed with a new laptop with mobile access I can stay in touch with friends and associates in the UFO/ET community and keep up my Offworld News Service as I retrace the steps of our family’s western trips of over 50 years ago.