Journey to the Sipapu, by SunBôw:
I’m re-sharing here a series of posts published on FB four years ago, before I started this SCENIC website, about my last time in the Southwest and my Journey to Sipapu, the Place of Emergence of the Hopi and Pueblos, which concluded a two-month tour of ancient archaeological sites followed by a three-month visit on the Hopi and Navajo reservations. I can’t upload all the hundreds photos here so will leave the links to the albums on FB, for those who use that platform. Note: those few selected posts from 2017 were mostly brief roadside reports of my activities, including various information like history and Hopi teachings, unedited here.
A journey through time on an unseen planet. Over 14 million people visit the Grand Canyon National Park every year, the number one tourist destination in the USA. Most visitors see the crowded South Rim, and a few explorers make it to the less busy North Rim. But rare are those who ever get to see the East Rim, on the Navajo Nation. It’s a fairly long drive on back country roads through the vast desert to this remote point.
In fact, this part of the Canyon where the Colorado River flows southward is known as Marble Canyon, and this specific section is called Horseshoe Canyon, for its big bend. The breathtaking view is well worth the ride, and the peaceful quietness, with no one for miles around, is priceless, healing the soul. On the rim, three aligned long yucca stems were pointing to a pahoki (altar) made of stones carrying fossilized dinosaurs bones. We did not take photo of the pahoki in respect for the ancient ones’ sacred altar. On that ledge, there was a rich fossil bed with dozens of petrified dinosaur eggs ranging between six inches to one and a half foot across, some fossilized bones and coral. Rock textures and formations were the most diverse, unusual, enigmatic and exquisite.
Spring time has brought many types of flowers coloring the desert with hues of white, yellow, orange, red, pink and purple. Among other enigmatic features of the landscape on the part of the East Rim we explored, we found a stepped pyramidal hill made of aligned eroded blocks of similar sizes, and a straight wall of big piled blocks on a ledge, containing fossils. We offered homa (corn meal), prayers and chants, in communion with the sacred spirits guardian of these lands keepers of records. May our sacred Mother Earth be respected, loved and protected, for all life and for the coming generations. Peace on Earth…
Today at Marble Canyon, good spirits were with us…Is kwakwai loma katsinam. Itam lomakatsi. Paasningwu…
Who would have thought? The book of Mother Earth…
In these magical deserts around, I’ve see a lot of awesome wonders, ancient ruins, remains from ages past, fossils, petrified trees and bones, dinosaurs tracks and eggs, and at least half a dozen of Human-like fossilized footprints in different locations.
But who would have thought that this clear 18 inch footprint was just down the street from here on the outskirt of Tuba City? That site is also rich in petrified bones of many creatures, including a whole dragon-like pterodon of some kind sticking out of the rock.
Just coming back from a four day quest on the east side of the Grand Canyon along the gorges of the Little Colorado overlooking the Sipapu. Many altars and ruins, and plenty of pyramidal structures and platforms of piled up layers of blocks. One of the most remote wilderness left on Earth, where I didn’t see or hear anyone nor even a car for 3 days. But spirits were strong, winds were talking loud and flying lights traveled around.
As for the Sipapu, the underground civilization, it is there; the lower entrance was plundered and sealed in 1909 after Kincaid’s discovery; then the upper entrance was plundered and the access cut off in 2012, when helicopters and big trucks were observed and filmed carrying large loads out of the canyon.
Some powers don’t want us to know about such a place that holds great knowledge about our past, they want us to stay in this 4th world. But even though the place of emergence is sealed, we will emerge into the coming 5th world, it’s our destiny.
Too many stories to tell in one post and too many photos for one album, starting with our tour on Black Mesa last week, but I’ll catch up with the internet planet as I land back from this journey.
This photo taken just today before sunset is a good example of what the history of the Earth written on the book of mother rock can tell us about the distant past of our home-planet. This footprint proves obviously that a Human-like being with 18 inch long foot was walking barefoot on the Earth at the time of the dinosaurs, tens of millions of year ago. Sounds like Sasquatch.
Will elaborate more in future posts. Best blessings to all…
Petrified dragon-like pterodon style creature… Of all the many fossils and bones coming out of the rocks and grounds in the Painted Desert, this one is particularly striking and interesting. Our Dine friends called it a giant bird, as it sure looks like a 10 foot long extinct flying creature. 1st photo: The whole skeleton, seen from upside down, legs to the left, head to the right, wings in the foreground. 2nd photo: Fossilized bones are exposed, as I slide my hand under the leg, yet they are fixed solidly into the bedrock. 3rd photo: Head of the creature, with eye socket jaws and teeth. It seemed to have a long beak that broke off…
Greetings and blessings to all our relatives. Sacrednicity happens and here are a few examples. On Monday, Delphina heard that her Dine (Navajo) Grandfather David had just passed. She was living with his family when she received her Turtle’s Dream vision and wrote her book. She had talked at length about him to Omaw and his son when they visited her in Tucson the day before. She told me on that day that he used to talk about multiple ‘suns’ and his passing coincides with the Sunday I witnessed multiples ‘suns’ or sources of light and took photos that I posted last Monday.
Last Tuesday, I was invited at the Tots’lavi Conference Center at the Moencopi Legacy Inn, to talk about Sasquatch with the Hopi cultural and language group Changing Views. Since the event was not announced and the meeting called at the last moment, there was only 3 of us, but we had a great conversation and could find common ground between the Sasquatch Message and Hopi teachings, although the Hopi do not seem to really have stories relating clearly to the Sasquatch, other than the mention of Woqokuktaka, the man leaving big footprints, who was living here before them. The conversation was all recorded on video, but we haven’t been able to download from the phone to the computer yet. A wise and knowledgeable Hopi Elder I had met in Moencopi the week before has been reading with great interest the copy of the Sasquatch Message to Humanity that I left with him. It’s a convergence of Spirit.
On Wednesday, Delphina made it back around here from Tucson for the service of Grandfather David. We drove her up across the rez from the SW to the NE corner, along the north side of Black Mesa, to meet with his family, with whom she is still staying now. On the way back, Omaw and I stopped on Black Mesa, where we could see that the mining operations were going on all night. With the lights making some of the 20 or so mines in the area visible from far in the night, we could grasp a glimpse of the size of the open pit coal mining operations that have been contaminating lands and water tables for five decades. The foreclosure of the Kayenta coal plant planned for next year, that a part of the Navajo Nation has been trying to postpone, would be a healthy choice for the environment and the future.
We also visited by night the overlook to the Qawestima (Betatakin) cliff dwellings and walked on the mesa under the moon. The next night, I happened to find myself back at the Moencopi Legacy Inn, to meet with Rey, the Jicarilla Apache Chief who invited me to talk for the evening, as he was passing by in Tuba for an intertribal meeting involved in distributing food and school supplies to needy families. Among other involvements, he also gathers witnesses account of Sasquatch and UFO encounters in his tribe, in a report for the conference that will be held in Dulce near his reservation in July. Then I ended up sleeping in my van in the hotel’s parking lot. On Friday the 13th I left on a four day quest to the Sipapu, but that will be told in another post. Here are a few pics from last week…
Journey to the Sipapu
Day 1: Wow! Where to start… Maybe with the dreams I had of this place since 30 years? Or the many ancestral stories from the Hopi, Pueblos, Hualapai and Havasupai about their emergence from the underworld at the Sipapu in the Grand Canyon? This good brother, whose anonymity I will protect, was put on my path last fall, and shared with me that he was one of the rare blessed few who visited the underground civilization where he was taken by Navajo medicine men some years ago. He was guided to tell this to me only and explained the way to reach that entrance to the cave. With the signs and guidance, I was led to a 4 day quest in one of the most remote wilderness left on Earth, the east side of Grand Canyon along the gorges of the Little Colorado, in which I saw and experienced too much to tell in a single post.
So I will post in parts to share some of what I learned. On Friday morning I drove west from Tuba, toward the east rim of Grand Canyon, through the colorful dunes of the Painted Desert. It is a vast wilderness area of hundreds of square miles, crisscrossed by a complex web of dozens of gravel roads and back country rougher roads, making it very hard to find your way around through the maze even with the best topographic maps. I spent this first day driving around the area to get familiar with its terrain and landmarks.
Apart from the splendid scenery and wildness, what struck me early was the number of pyramidal structures throughout the landscape. There was also many very ancient pahoki (altars) and ruins, as well as some more recent ones of corrals, from Navajo occupation period, but those pyramids everywhere seemed from a much more distant past and long vanished forgotten civilization. Bodaway Mesa, standing on a flat plateau, seems to have been built as a vast complex of pyramidal structures of different geometrical variations and styles.
I took too many photos to post them all but sharing the best ones here. From this particular concentration of geometric shapes, other pyramidal structures can be seen in the distance all around the area. As a comparison, the Limestone Ridge, Cedar Ridge or Yon Dot Mountains crossing the area have the most rugged, erratic and irregularly shaped rock formations there is.
Another special feature was those huge platforms of megalithic blocks on which some of the pyramids stand. But there are as well some archipelagos of such platforms in certain locations, from half a dozen to a dozen, where the structures, generally oval shaped, are clearly made of layers of big blocks narrowing toward the top, with a large flat leveled surface on top, suitable for solid foundations for other structures. Some of those platforms were made of blocks filled with fossilized bones of all kinds and sizes.
The whole region has rich fossil beds exposing traces from vanished worlds. It sure felt like remnants of a vanished civilization, predating Human existence. Exploring the region and meandering through the labyrinth of roads, I ended up in a dead end at a ranch with large herds in the northern sector.
I drove back south across the vast grassy and rocky desert trying to find access to the canyon, but didn’t reach it that day. I slept that first night by a deserted corral with water tanks. Looking for my way around, a Raven flew by low and slow and, as taught by my Anishnabe friends, I asked him to drop his pack, which he did turning upside down with a crow, a sign of magic blessings.
At my second stop, a flock of 28 Ravens came flying above. Further up, a nice big Coyote walked across the road just in front and turned around to look at me for 15 seconds, but fast enough not to take a pic. The first day I saw about a dozen cars and as many ranches. But the next three days I saw no one, maybe a couple ranches in the distance. These are some of the highlights of the first day of that quest.
Day 2: On the second morning of my quest, I left my campsite by the empty corral of metal fences and soon found another older corral made of roughly piled up stones of various types arranged in a vaguely circular shape. This is one of the more recent structures built by the Dine (Navajo, as the Spaniards called them), who still live in this region. As a comparison, there is nearby an older ruin of a round structure (see previous album) made of well fit squared blocks of limestone, some of which were removed and reused to built later structures.
This one is similar in style to other buildings found around the Four Corners of the late Ancestral Puebloan constructions (Pueblo lV), who built round and square towers. The Dine are an Athapascan speaking tribe who migrated from northern Canada where their Dene relatives still live, around 1,000 years ago, along with the Apache tribes (D’ne, N’dne) from which they split.
Jicarilla hereditary Chief Rey Faber told me that in their oral tradition, the reason why the Apache split from the Navajo is because of the practice these latter had of stealing the dead, meaning robbing graves and killing to steal during raids. This could be why the Hopi have called them Tasavuh or ‘head crunchers’.
The arrival of the Navajo in the Four Corners area coincide with massive extended migrations of the Ancestral Puebloans toward the south along the Rio Grande and the west into Arizona and Utah. When the Spaniards first arrived in New Mexico in 1540, the Navajo were mostly living in the north-west corner of that State, and they were given their actual name by which they are mostly known. They took the livestock, horses and their clothing from the Spanish, becoming herders and horsemen. In the following centuries, they spread throughout a wider territory, which used to be the homelands of Ancestral Puebloan groups.
After Kit Carson’s campaign in 1862, some of their bands were taken on the Long Walk to Fort Sumner, NM, to be detained in an open corral for four years. This was maybe the first Prisoners Of War concentration camp in America that gave birth to the reservation shortly after. By whatever trick of destiny, in the last century the Navajo is the only tribe that has seen its territory increase by several times its original size, while its population grew to over 300,000 souls, the biggest Native tribe in the US. Why has the government favored the Navajo tribe can be debatable. The Navajo Nation being born of small scattered nomadic groups spread out over a large territory without much communication between parties is likely to be easier to control for an outside force, than the closely knit sedentary Hopi society for instance, living tightly in pueblos with connecting houses around plazas, and made of a complex web of clans and medicine societies playing specific intermingling roles kept secrets for outsiders.
So the BIA government imposed tribal council on Hopi has a very relative and limited power in the internal affairs of the villages, while the Navajo Nation tribal council has almost absolute decision power over most of what happens on their vast reservation. In this way they have approved large uranium and coal mining operations on their rez and are now openly planning to develop fracking and a gigantic touristic complex on the east rim of Grand Canyon near Sipapu, with airport, mall, tram and cable car. Of course the Hopi, other Pueblo nations and the tribes living in the Canyon do not agree with this idea of desecrating their ancestral sacred homelands and place of emergence for commercial interests that will profit only a small part of the Navajo Nation, which is required to invest 65 millions of its own funds in the project.
Apart from a few Navajo ranches fairly recently installed in that area, the terrain bears the marks of the Puebloan pahoki(s) and ruins. The Hopi have always done pilgrimages and initiations in this area, as attested by the ages old Salt Trail leading here and the many markers along it. Ending here this historical parenthesis, to give perspective on these lands, I now return to the story of my quest there. To find my way around, I drove to a high circular platform where two pahoki(s) (altars) stood. This high ground overlooking the surroundings for many miles must have been an important point for travelers in this desert zone since thousands of years. The pahoki(s) were facing the entrance of the Grand Canyon, at the Confluence of the Colorado flowing south through Marble Canyon and the Little Colorado flowing west through the gorges.
The sacredness of this place is beyond all explanations. Laterally the pahoki(s) were pointing toward pyramidal structures on the other side of the gorges of the Little Colorado. I ended up to this same spot four times in three days, as it was a crossroad. From there I could see that I was a couple of miles from the Confluence and the same distance from the Sipapu, where I was instructed to go. I could see the snowy San Francisco Peaks to the south, Mt Navajo behind the Yon Dot Mountains to the east, Limestone and Cedar Ridges behind
Bodaway Mesa to the north, and the Marble and Grand Canyons to the west. Trying to drive to the Confluence, I had to turn back as the road was getting rocky and risky. After a big loop I returned to the hill with the pahoki(s) and after studying the maps, decided to camp there. At dusk, I saw a Sasquatch walking by, 100 feet away, for a few seconds before disappearing.
That night, as the night before, I heard bipedal footsteps close by and felt the presences of the Elders. Some flying lights started appearing in the distance, some in sets, and I established telepathic communication. They would pulsate and fluctuate in brightness as I was receiving messages. Each time my mind started doubting, one of those lights would show up and start dancing above a ridge or in a canyon, sometimes more than one. After three hours of such contact it calmed down and I started again to wonder if I was not making it all up. That’s when a big bright white orb flew close by, leaving a trail of light.
Although I’ve been having these kinds of experiences since decades, the rational ego might still try at times to negate the facts, but the signs are too many and too powerful to deny, for a sincere seeker. The next test to my ego was that having had great signs that night similar to some I have become familiar with since decades and increasingly in recent years, I was expecting for a little more, something unusual. That’s when they made me realize that I have been so blessed with sacred gifts and special manifestations over my life that I have tended to forget how immensely blessed I have been with all this magic and how much I should be grateful for all of it. With these realizations, I drifted into sleep for a second night up there, a little closer from my goal.
Day 3: On the third morning, I finally reached the place I was looking for and hiked for miles around the rims. I found all the landmarks that my friend had told me to look for and made it soon enough to the ledge on the cliff side, leading to the cave entrance. With all the details of the terrain fitting the description, I was excited and sure about having found the exact right spot in the middle of these vast wilderness areas. He confirmed I did indeed find the right place when I showed him photos on my return.
I will not disclose the exact location other than what is commonly known, being along the Little Colorado near the Confluence. When I turned the last corner, I noticed that the petrified tree that was providing a bridge to the cave entrance had been broken off, cutting the access to the cave. This millions of year old tree was still there when my friend was taken inside the underground city in 2010 and witnessed the Egyptian looking and Buddhist style statues and inscriptions in many chambers.
What most likely happened is that the helicopters, semi trucks and unmarked vehicles that were seen and filmed in this sector in 2012 loading heavy weights, were probably from an institution such as Smithsonian, which is accused of the cover up of the discoveries made there in 1909. They have likely hauled all they could out of this underground city and closed the access, to keep this knowledge about our past a secret.
In May 2012, in the video ‘Expedition to Sipapu‘, a group including Zuni Elder Clifford Mahooty who is involved in the Star Knowledge Conference, and Gary David who has the website The Orion Connection and authored a few books including The Kivas of Heaven, which Kewaunee gave me before I left on this journey, captured on film the secret operations loading heavy weights out of the canyon right there. To date there is no other explanations as to what these operations were for, given that there is not a sign of civilization to be seen around the area.
My reaction when discovering the facts was a mixture of gratitude for having found the site, and of disappointment, as I couldn’t enter it, being separated from the entrance by a mere 20 feet, but of sheer cliffs dropping down 2,000 feet to the bottom. Then what was left of those archaeological treasures is a sad pity guess and what was done with them is beyond outrageous.
This taught me that the legend is real, as well as the powers involved in cover up. But also that it was not time nor mine to see what had been hidden from Humanity for ages in the underworld of the ancients. I explored a few crevices nearby to see if there was not another entrance, but to no avail. I realized I was actually walking over the underground abode on that plateau.
I ended the day by doing ceremony at the altar over Sipapu, offering corn meal and paho and smoking the prayer pipe. Night came and I was soon surrounded by hundreds of visible presences. like all the souls of those who had lived down there. I prayed for the healing of all the souls, above below and to the four corners and played my flute for a long while. Then I flew off into dream time after another full day. Blessings of Peace to all souls and spirits…
After having been based since two moons in Tuba City, I am leaving to return up north, with much gratitude in my heart for Uncle Omaw and his family, his daughter Gaby, his son Tyler Jr., his brother Yukva and their mom, of the Hopi Coyote Clan of Hotevilla, who have hosted me in their home here.
History of Tuba City: After being unsuccessful in converting the nomadic raiding bands of Navajo and Ute, the Mormons turned their efforts toward the peaceful Hopi and their ancient villages. In 1858, the first Mormon missionaries arrived in Oraibi where they were welcomed and they wintered there. Learning about Hopi beliefs and religion, they heard about to prophecy of the return of the Pahana and tried to convince the Hopi that they were their awaited white brothers bringing new ways and religion. Some of the Hopi accepted their stories, among which Chief Tuuvi of the Corn and Water Clans who saw them as the awaited ones of the prophecies bringing new ways.
For the next four years, the Mormons did not return to Hopi land, being busy fighting the Mormon-Indian wars in Utah with the Ute, Paiute and Navajo. During those years, Tuuvi was one of the Hopi who served in the US Army under Kit Carson, in campaigns against the Navajo, believing that the Americans would come to help them and defend them from their enemies. In 1862, Mormon missionary Jacob Hamblin arrived at Oraibi and with the help of Tuuvi, established a Hopi settlement at Moencopi. In addition to bringing Mormonism to the Hopi, he also brought some new crops including safflower, sorghum, apricots, and Russian olive, which became an invasive species.
In 1870, after visiting the Mormons in Utah, Tuuvi, whom the Mormons called Tuba, converted to mormonism and moved to Moencopi with his family, where today the majority of the Hopi population are his descendants. He gave to the Mormons the adjacent lands on the mesa rich in springs and suitable for irrigation and agriculture. In his honor, the Mormons called their new settlement Tuba City, founded in 1872. In 1875, Tuuvi and his wife went to live with the Mormons for a year in Salt Lake City.
In 1888, the US government created the Hopi reservation, completely surrounded by the Navajo reservation, a nation that had just got out of wars with the US, an excluding Moencopi from the Hopi rez. It was not before many years later that Moencopi and its surroundings were added to the already existing Hopi reservation. In 1889, the BIA started sending Navajo police to the Hopi villages to round up the children and send them to Mormon boarding schools in Utah, Tuba City and Keams Canyon. This action brought resistance from a faction of Hopi who were labeled as ‘hostiles’, while those accepting to send their children to schools were called ‘friendlies’.
Tensions escalated between the two parties for many years. When the BIA Navajo policemen approached the villages, the Hopi would take their children to remote cave and hide them. A first confrontation happened when Chief Tawahonganiwa of Shipaulovi was brutally arrested for refusing to let the children out of their initiation ceremony in a kiva. In the following years, there would be three mass arrests of Hopi leaders, who would be sent to Alcatraz or forced labor. In front of the unsuccessful operation of the Navajo policemen, the BIA agent Leupp called a black regiment of buffalo soldiers of the US Army to capture the Hopi children. As they moved west from Keams Canyon, capturing the children, they also chased the ‘hostiles’.
Tawahonganiwa and his followers from Mishongovi and Shipaulovi moved first to Shungopavi and then to Oraibi, where the ‘hostiles’ ended up making three quarters of the population. When the US soldiers arrived in Oraibi in 1898, they destroyed the houses of the ‘hostiles’ and brutally arrested 22 leaders sent to Alcatraz for four years, for refusing to send their children to BIA boarding schools. It was the largest group ever sent to that grim island prison on the west coast. After their return, the ‘hostiles’ kept their position and the pressure continued. Meanwhile, an epidemic of smallpox had broken out and the BIA agents were going around the Hopi villages to ‘fumigate’ everyone and their houses with DDT.
In 1906, the troops were again called in and stationed in front of Oraibi, which still counted over 2,000 inhabitants then. Facing the pressure, Chief Tewaquoptiwa leader of the ‘friendlies’ faction asked Yukioma and Tawahonganiwa leading the ‘hostiles’ to leave the village with their followers. Tensions escalated until a general fight between the factions was planned. Being in minority, Tewaquoptiwa recruited fighters from Moencopi and other villages. On that day, the ‘hostiles’ refused to engage in a fight, so they were dragged by force out of their houses and driven out of the village, without being allowed to take their possessions or food.
A skirmish of 2 1/2 hours ensued until the ‘hostiles’ lost. They left by sunset and reached the site of Hotevilla by night, where they would settle. The following day, the Army captain walked his troops on the refugees and arrested 18 of their leaders, but he also arrested Tewaquoptiwa although he was a ‘friendly’.
In 1914, the Mormons found coal on Black Mesa and within a few decades, Mormon owned Peabody Mining built there the most polluting industrial complex of its times. In 1956, Tuba City became a uranium boomtown, as the regional office for the Rare Metals Corporation and the Atomic Energy Commission. The mill closed in 1966, leaving radioactive tailing piles.
Tuuvi’s belief that the Mormons and the US Army were coming to help the Hopi might have turned out to sadly be untrue. Today, Tuba City counts over 10,000 inhabitants, mostly Navajo with a small Hopi minority. It is one of the largest town on the Navajo Nation reservation, situated at edge the of the Painted Desert and about an hour drive from the Grand Canyon. Here are just a few photos of the surroundings. Farewell Tuba City…
”The more we turn away from the instructions of the Great Spirit, Massau’u, the more signs we see in the form of earthquakes, floods, drought, fires, tornadoes, as Nature makes ready her revenge.”
”All of this will happen at one time along with the wars and corruption. We see this now as young children become angry, killing each other and their parents. They show no respect…”
”When this happens, all the world leaders and all the people will be corrupted and will not know whom to look for direction to correct this corruption. When all this happens, it will mean that we are all nearing the end. Then the wars will come about like powerful winds, and will spread from country to country and bring Purification or Destruction to this world. If this Purification does not materialize then the world will turn over 4 times and will leave only ants here to start a new life.”
”Before people came to this world they were sick, just as today, we are sick from all this corruption. Now we are seeking a way to solve our present situation. This is the last world, we are not going anywhere from here. If we destroy this, the highest world, which is like heaven, we will be given no other chances. Let us consider this matter seriously so that this world is not destroyed, so that we can continue to live and save this land and life for the generations to come.”
-Hopi Elder Martin Gashweseoma, address at UN General Assembly Cry of the Earth, 1993
”So if by chance anybody out there will absorb this, fully, into their hearts, into their mind, into their soul, we’ll be forever grateful… All these teachings that we do, that we share, with people all over, all the elders have great teachings, not just us.”
”But other elders – like William Commanda and other elders. That go out of their way to do this where they could be doing something else with themselves, productive, being productive. But they go out of their way to go out, to give hope, to serve the Peace and to spread their religions, their knowledge. That whosoever out there has the heart and the courage will answer their prayer and help us get there and help the rest of the world by taking a (step?) out into the next millennium…”
”And again I will say, if there is someone out there who will take all of this into consideration – all the words, all the many things that have been received. And your heart is in the right place. That person will take us into the next millennium, because that person will have the pure heart. That’s what it’s going to take. One that has not been infected with greed or anything else like that. The elders talked about this. They said that there is going to be someone -it could be anybody, any walk It doesn’t necessarily have to be a Hopi. It can be anybody. It can even be a child. It can even be an infant…”
”We went through this – same things – in the prior world. The world before this one. And the people in that world went through the same things – what is happening with us here again. And we were told not to fall again back into the same trend. Not to make the same mistakes. But we have fallen, because of the strong pull of the other side…”
”So with these teachings that we have left to you, take care of your lives, take care of your house. In the same way that I do. I go out and make my prayers almost every morning. And do the same. Make your prayers. When I make my prayers, it is not only for myself, but all my friends that I have come to know. Those that have become very close with us. And there are many out there. So I want you all to do your prayers. Ask for forgiveness, ask for good health. Ask that you see the light at the end of the tunnel. For we will be the light wherever we go.”
”This is not my mind, not my thinking. This is not my words. These are the words of the elders from way back. I am only speaking for them. What was spoken to them before their time. And I also again emphasize to you to get out and do your prayers. I would like to take this time to thank you again for allowing us to speak to you.”
-Hopi Grandfather Martin Gashweseoma, in Maniwaki, 1998
Dear SCENIC readers, I hope you enjoy these few selected posts covering barely a couple of weeks of my journeys four years ago. I could not address the two-month tour of archaeological and ancient sacred sites here, gathering much information, experiences and hundreds of photos.
After forty years of shamanic learning and practice, I have been inspired to share what I lived and learned in a new book series entitled ”Contemporary Shamanic Journeys”, of which I published Volume One in December, entitled ”On the Paths of Spiritualist Science”, and Volume Two should be ready to publish by the summer. You can find Volume One on this LINK.
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