Category : Red Elk Speaks

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”!!!!!!
                                                                              and: 
                                                              APOLOGIZE TO “DAD”!
                                                                                                      re

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.

 

                        PRACTICE
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?
“HOW DID YOU KNOW!??”
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? 
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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 royalties directly.

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Red Elk Crossed over at 7:06

Hello,

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.

Love,

Heather

 

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,

Heather

April 23, 2015 – Red Elk Shares

At the moment I am in rough shape. Know this though, I am improving guaranteed. I am doing exactly what I tell others to do. Telling myself I am healed, I healed, I am healed. Note: I say “I am healed” not I will be. And it is starting to become truth in my thoughts. Just last week, a dear friend of ours was rushed to the hospital. She did not know it, but she was right at deaths door. I took time off from me and switched my prayers to her. She went home the very next day.  They are watching her carefully, but was surprised she was able to get out of bed let alone go home. I believe totally that she would get over the problem. It was close, believe me. So when I say believe, I mean it totally. Tonight, I am going into her husbands things that run into the heart. He has a problem now. I will see what I can do or advice. Whatever, he should be ok soon too. Remember, believe, believe, believe. Any connotation of doubt negates the healing, etc. Good luck and pray to God Bless.

A Message From Red Elk about another Shaman Medicine Woman

I (Heather) just got off the phone with Red Elk. In 2003 Red Elk took me on an
adventure and I on it I met Fawn Journey Hawk. Red Elk has agreed to help
me assist in getting Fawn's message out. He also wanted me to tell you all
he is having computer problems again, and hoping someone will be arriving
in the near future who can help him get back on line.

A Personal Message From The Journeyhawk Medicine Camp,

Twenty-first century Medicine Workers will be facing many new challenges
with high levels of radioactive pollution and horrible mutated bacteria
and viruses, all creeping slowly into our lives. A serious upgrade of
traditional medicine ceremonies is in order.

As a High Medicine Shaman who works as a team with the Higher Powers of
Healing in the Spirit realm I was summoned by the Ancestors to do just
that. Almost nightly for four years in dreamtime I studied under their
direction to understand the powers of the future threats to humankind and
how to control them.

With radioactive fallout reaching the West Coast, via the jet stream and
ocean currents, added to the chem trails we can look forward to a massive
rise in thyroid cancer and deformed fetuses. These are the first signs of
the effects of accumulating radiation.

The media fails to inform us of the inescapable toxic soup spreading
across the planet from the nuclear disaster in Japan that continues to
contaminate. As a result most people are unaware of the poisons they are
encountering daily.

Independent research shows 90% of the nation’s nuclear power plants are
degrading and beginning to contaminate their area. These poisons, like
irradiated cesium and plutonium, are microscopic and can’t be detected by
the human senses, placing us in the same predicament as the frog in the
pot of water- unaware that he’s about to cook. The invisible poisons we
eat, drink and are surrounded by daily aren’t removed from the body
through the natural elimination process. They slowly accumulate until the
cells can no longer function properly and begin to break down, resulting
in cancer or other malfunctions.

Radioactive cesium has already been detected in mother’s milk in the Eugen
Oregon area. Badly deformed fetuses are being aborted in the first
trimester in S.W. Oregon. Thyroid disorders are
also beginning to surface. Doctors are treating the symptoms but fail to
seek the source of the disorders.

After four years of updated Medicine training a camp is being built to
deal with the future. We’re in the process of transforming an old shed
into a laboratory. Radiation and heavy metal poisoning is far too serious
for guesswork. High tech equipment has been donated that will allow us to
test for the level of contamination in the body before and after the
Transference Ceremony to be certain the expected results have been
reached.

Physics majors, Carly and Dave, have taken a break from college to join me
and help me understand the devices and how to use them.

We’re constructing a Camp Kitchen and a large gathering/ceremonial lodge
from the local timber. We’re off the grid, in semi-primitive conditions
with fresh spring water. We have a Medicine
Tipi and on the mountainside we have a questing shelter facing east that
overlooks the valley. What we don’t have are extra hands to build the
ceremonial lodges.

There is never a charge for my Medicine Work but we sure could use help
putting the sanctuary together along with a large dose of enthusiasm.

I would like to add that while I was in hospice care because of heart
failure, I had given up on being part of a Medicine Camp. It was the
Ancestors that placed me on the Medicine Path once again. I’ll continue to
serve the Medicine as long as I’m on the earth walk.

Our camp is open to all who come with respect and a good heart. A healing
can take one to four days, depending on the nature of your disorder.
We have camping sites for tents, tipis or trailers, and fresh water should
you wish to join us for a time.
Warms Regards,

Fawn & Carly Journeyhawk
Journeyhawk@inbox.com