One of my greatest adventures with Red Elk was in 2003, when he took me on an amazing journey to meet his friend Fawn Journey Hawk. I can’t go into the details of what we were doing, but I assure you, it was a learning experience for me, a time in my life I will never forget, and when I realized….Red Elk was the real deal.
I/We have been reaching out to make sure that notice of Red Elk’s passing has been shared. Thanks to Coast to Coast AM, their announcement made it on their website, facebook and radio show reaching millions of people.
Sometimes it takes awhile to reach a medicine woman who isn’t using modern communication devices, but alas she has been in contact with me now and wrote this. I asked her permission to read it at the memorial service for Red Elk on September 26, 2015. I am publishing now because I believe some people need to hear this. It’s for your heart. Just one of the many messages I’m receiving and will share soon.
Also, regarding Fawn. She is moving her medicine camp and if someone could message me if they have a place that would be suitable for her camp, she will open her tipi for teachings and healings.
“Red Elk Gone“
A void on the Medicine Path
Yet still a vivid memory and dreams of times past.
He danced with the Wounded Medicine Stones
And dared to defy Grandmother Owl
Red Elk laughed at the darkness
And trespassed in the Underworld
The path he followed was his own
And like the Wolf, mated for life.
He carried the inner-conflict of a “breed”
And used it to build a bridge.
But most of all he was human
“I brought you five pounds of the
Best fudge in the world,” he said
As he handed me the box,
I looked inside-
One piece left,
“but I ate some on the way home.”
“Red Elk, I’ll cook dinner tonight,
What would you like?”
Well, I asked so we had baked apples.
That old Indian loved sugar.
Now he’s but a whisper in this dimension.
A whisper that remains as a memory and continues
To walk beside his woman
And look after his loved ones.
A whisper that says, “I’m still here.” “