Category : Red Elk Speaks

Fawn Journey Hawk and I (Heather) met through Red Elk in 2003 when I went with him to her Medicine Woman Camp. Red Elk describes her as more powerful in the ways of Medicine than he is, and they relied on each other for different skill sets. Fawn doesn’t use computers or phones because she literally ruins them, and they don’t work around her. She has a niece Carly that she speaks with who sends me messages via email from her. This message just arrived:


The message from brother Red Elk:

He watches over his wife and family.

He asked me (Fawn Journey Hawk) to bridge the gap of ignorance around the contamination.

He says if people aren’t informed that the reality of the situation sinks in; the next generations will produce over 50% retardation and severe physical defects.
The contamination builds ever so slowly that it goes unnoticed like the frog in the pot that doesn’t realize it’s hotter.

My problem in delivery the message is the old tradition of “killing the messenger”. It seems to be the nature of this society to attack. Red Elk took it on, but in the end he became angry and discouraged. He did his darnedest to build that bridge but very few cared to cross it. Those he tried so hard to reach eventually sucked the joy out of his life.

To carry his message to those who don’t want to hear it makes me uneasy.

Hello all,

Fawn Journeyhawk came home to her medicine woman camp to find it was lived in and trashed by meth heads while she was away.

We have to help find her a new place to go. She is willing to trade her wisdom and knowledge, other options are available, I can connect anyone interested or feel called to learn from one of the great medicine women of our time, should let me know. I will connect you with her niece.

Fawn was a good friend of Red Elk’s and he respected her greatly. Always said Fawn had greater abilities than he did. This is a great opportunity for learning. Anyone with the space and accommodations could work out spiritual and financial arrangements.

Thank you,


Spirit Man vs. The Flesh

Don’t you get it?  You ARE “Dead to the flesh”!
It’s by not BELIEVING that, that your / man’s problem is based.
When you were baptized and rose from the watery grave, that FLESH body (and all it contained) was left in the grave. “L” HAS SET hIS “Don’t believe it”! TRAP!  AND YOU’VE FALLEN FOR IT!
“Born again” = Born AS THE FIRST TIME…BRAND NEW and TOTALLY INNOCENT!  A BABY….fresh from the “grave” Womb.
“L” has you / us DIPPING BACK INTO OUR FORMER CORPES.  IE; WE ALMOST IMMEDIATELY START “Pinning” for our SINFUL past WAYS!  Thus become “double dippers”….a Sin here, a GOD thing there.  In a SHORT TIME we have a tendency to REDRESS our SINLESS (new) SELF with the rotting skin of our own DEAD CORPSE.
As a NEW BORN, that “dead body clothing” is VERY UNCOMFORTABLE, so we are in constant struggle to disrobe that OLD FLESH.
HOW can one “fight” this?”  ACCEPT YOU DIED!
“SEE” what your DOING is…”Grave ROBBING”!
STOP   B  E  L  E I  V  I  N  G     “L”!!!!!!
                                                              APOLOGIZE TO “DAD”!

Practice – Email 2/25/2012

I am going to start posting things that I can find in my emails, and clean them up like I used to for Red Elk.


Getting late, but “Got the message” from Sky’s mind:  TELEPATHY.   
He said, “Your going to bed (yeah)…Darn!”
You want to practice telepathy, don’t ya?
I grin and said, “OK, for a short time….I’m ready…sent.”
He was STARTLED!  ”With your eyes OPEN?”
Sure….You’ve gotta NOT let ANY KNOW you are “talking”.
He got the sending correctly.
Back and Forth we sent…till TOO much…getting “garbled”. He was too tired to “send” ONE….Thoughts wandered.  Couldn’t make up his mind.
Still, told him the several FLYING thoughts.  
“I couldn’t make up my mind, gramps”……………
I know son. Time to stop, 
He’s getting good.  And Easy thing YOU can practice.  TAKES PRACTICE THOUGH….to have SPECIFIC Conversations.  Aho? 

Heather here….

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?”

“Baked apples”

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.” “

Sky’s first dilemma answered

Sky came tonight with a question.

He told me how he had found Grandfather’s Medicine Bag that he wears around his neck. He asked if it should be put with his ashes, or burned with his ashes? He said that Canada John said to ask a mutual friend Tim in the community. I wasn’t sure and when we spoke with Adam he said to gift it. While I was doing dishes I had a strong feeling that if Sky was to carry on Red Elk’s work, then he was to keep it for himself to learn to use. Then I wrote to Tim and gave him the 3 choices. He said that Sky should keep it…hiya hiya. I told him that I felt that deep inside too. He said Tapweh. Now I realized, I don’t know what Native American language that is or what it means, and I can’t google it either! He said it is a Cree expression for truth.

I think we are all going to learn a lot on this journey.

Since Red Elk‘s passing I have received 3 messages (just like Red Elk to do it 3 times for me to check…check…check) that his work must continue. I have had numerous correspondences with many of you, I have had someone travel to see me from eastern Canada, and now arriving to stay with us for a week is his grandson Sky. He said he had something to talk to me about. It didn’t take long for me to find out what it is. Red Elk asked him to continue his work and to be available to others when they email and reach out. So what does that mean? I guess we’ll have it all figured out by the end of his stay how to get that request started. Red Elk does still speak. The messages have been amazing, the group (Adam, WS, Canada John, Sky and others) have to figure out our roles here. We’ll keep you posted. 

A few years back when Red Elk’s health took a turn for the worst, I asked him to put Meachelle on the bank account that received his book sales.  He did that.

If you buy a book directly from these websites, Meachelle will receive the most amount of royalty from the sale. She will not if you purchase on Amazon. You can click on the names of the books or on the book cover pictures in this blog to get to the store.

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Red Elk Crossed over at 7:06


It is June 26, 2015, at 8:10 I received a phone call from Sky….sobbing, Grampa died an hour ago. His cousin Mark is there. I had called Red Elk this afternoon to tell him that everyone was praying for him now, and people were coming to visit, and he said he was sleepy, and that I had woken him up. I could tell he was weak and didn’t sound like himself. I told him of people who were intending to come, and people who wanted to have word of how to help, and how I requested he receive company and prayers for release from pain.  I told him I loved him and would call back later to check on him.

I will keep you updated. I will be helping the family figure out how to handle the expenses and arrangements. I will let you know what is needed as things unfold.

Red Elk served unselfishly mankind, prayed for others and asked for prayers for himself. He would call me to ask me to pray for those he loved. Red Elk just celebrated his 73 birthday on June 18.

I love you Red Elk, God Bless You, and I will be here for you still and your family.




Red Elk Needs Prayers

Red Elk called me tonight, and he can’t hold himself up on his feet when he does need to, and he can’t use his arms, there is no strength. He is falling over. He has been bored, and frustrated, alone most of the time because his wife works, and he is confined to a wheel chair. It is also starting to get very hot out there. I just talked to his wife Meachelle, and she is also very tired, and very hot. Please pray for the family and if you can visit please do so soon.


Thank you,