by Ed Komarek
March 08, 2011
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.
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
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
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
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.
“do you catch
these?” Dad said, “yes,” and then Peter said, “come with me!”
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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.