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Title Through the Sipapu: A Canyonlands Phantasy
Subject Indians of North America; Spiritualism; Fantasy
Description Fictional story of creation and the afterlife as seen by Native Americans of Utah.
Creator Baker, Pearl Biddlecomb (1907-1992)
Publisher Baker, Pearl Biddlecomb
Date Digital 2004-07-09
Date 1986
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Identifier 130.xml
Source Original booklet: Through the Sipapu: A Canyonlands Phantasy
Language eng
Rights Management Digital image copyright 2004, Green River Public Library. All rights reserved.
Holding Institution Green River Public Library, 85 South Long St., Green River, UT 84525
Source Physical Dimensions 60 leaves ; 28 cm.
Scanning Technician Nima Rakhsha
Metadata Cataloger Denice Hoffman
ARK ark:/87278/s6xs5v8n
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2005-03-18
ID 317792
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Description Baker Sipapu 18 i ning, even if they were but flashes. A tarantella of violins drew the dance to a swirling finish of lambent floures-cence in a dazzling display of radiance that seemed to restore the light of the alcove. The dancers flung up the sections of rainbow into the sky, as the music changed, fell into the sensuous beat of the beautiful Rainbow Waltz as they manipulated the diaphanous cloud into golden lillies, taller than themselves, as Bob noted their costumes were now white with golden trimmings. The golden lillies didn't touch the floor, but they bent, swayed, twirled, lifting and swinging the beautiful dancers, whose graceful skirts swayed and flashed to the waltz beat. The metallic lillies seemed to support, to enfold, to lift and display them. The couples moved in complicated figures, and Bob thought even the stars must sway to this beauty. As the music and waltz reached a climax, Rain spun from the formation and snapped the golden lily again into a gauzy segment of rainbow. Leaping to the top of the arch, towing her rainbow, she suddenly dived through the arch, up and over it again and perched on the tip of the spire. She was now a purple iris, flower of the rainbow, her lovely face peeping out from the upturned petals above the fall-petal in front. As she perched on the top of the spire, the whole alcove was filled with an ambient moistness, half dew and half suspended mist. The fragrance came to Bob, and the freshness
Format application/pdf
Identifier 023_GRL_SIPAPU_PAGE18.JPG
Source Original booklet: Pearl Baker: Interviewed by John McFarlane
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 317749
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