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The Indians who participate in Gallup Festival include Pueblos, as well as their more recent rivals, originally nomadic Navajos; latter's distant kin Apaches and Comanches; and more northern Great Plains-dwelling Sioux. Even members of far-off eastern-forest and Northwest Coast tribes attend. It is an occasion on which various factions within Native American population agree to set aside their differences and remember their brotherhood. For decades Campbell had wanted to attend event.
'It was an amazing thing,' Jean remembered. 'There was a parade and then all these dances, from different Indian tribes... (Jean was trying to write down choreography of different dances). At night dancing ground, a huge open space on edge of Gallup, {A small desert town when I would travel through it a few years ago.} was lit up by campfires of various groups of performers--tents all around--then more dances. It was really unforgettable.'
So impressive was experience that Joseph and Jean repeated it two years later, in 1952. This time they shared excursion with another couple who were friends from Woodstock, Jane and Wendell Jones. The itinerary included Zia Pueblo, and a closer probe into Navajo country that was familiar to Campbell from his work on Navajo mythology.
Toward end of their visit, Indians of Zia Pueblo were going to perform some ceremonies; Wendell and Jane had gone their way, and Joseph steered car down long, dusty unpaved road toward isolated Pueblo. It was a very traditional affair, to be culminated by a rain dance. Jean remembered that men had a purplish paint on their skin {Refer to our section on purple in 'Science' please.} Various ceremonies were enacted, but in early afternoon when it was time for rain dance, one of elders knowing that Joseph and Jean were due to return to New York that evening, took them aside. 'It's going to be raining soon,' he said, 'it's going to pour, and it could affect your trip. You'd better go now.' Joseph and Jean said their goodbye under gathering dark clouds that just seemed to materialize out of boundless western skies. They got into their car and began to drive eastward toward Santa Fe. And then it began to rain.
It was pouring when they finally reached Santa Fe and found a little rooming house. It rained all night, and after they started out in morning, 'it rained in every place we drove through on way back. We couldn't seem to get away from it. Finally we arrived in New York, and just gotten home, when it began to rain. By now we couldn't believe what was happening. 'Those guys are pretty powerful,' Joe said." (3 A Fire in Mind)
Joseph Campbell was one of premiere anthropologists and he wrote stories that native people throughout world knew would reach human race. It is unlikely that each of peoples who exposed him to such treats didn't know impact of books he wrote; and continuing need to teach white man error of his ways would be a part of their purpose. He has many such stories and his credibility and honesty is renowned, but his thoughts on 'bliss' are sublime.
Be careful what you wish for - you might get it.