The Culture that has been here all the time

One day I was exploring the desert in the spring somewhere in south-central New Mexico. The sun rose and took on an evil grin. I could feel the searing heat right through my bush hat. I knew better than to loosen my clothing and lose valuable moisture that was keeping my body stable. I passed several rattlesnakes but they glanced at me and went on their way. It seemed every stone had a face on with a sinister smile. They seem to say you wanted this pal now you got it. All that day similar things happened and I was worried that I was hallucinating: seeing people all around, hearing voices some laughing, some chanting in a language I did not understand. I saw many women holding their hands out as I passed palms up shaking their heads and grinning.  They then started to hit me with sticks or slap me while some nearby men kept yelling, "Leave the man alone."This went on and my canteen was empty but as I came over a rise I spied a dense pocket of trees I moved closer and I could see a pool of water. When I arrived there, there was a beautiful young woman who helped me remove my backpack, wiped my face with cool water without speaking. As she fetched some water from the pool with a pitcher for me she was humming a wonderful melody. Her voice relaxed me and as the sun was setting I sat down and leaned against a large rock. As I was falling asleep she kissed me and I kept asking her, "What is your name?" She never told me. I have been searching for her for many years and have not yet found her.