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He Walked the Americas  

A story about Christ in the Americas  

Transcribed by a Kituwah Elder of the Cherokee Nation  

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THE PALE PROPHET & THE PROPHECIES OF THE  TOLTEC & Itza MAYAS  

Quetzalcoatl is a name that derives its origins from Nahuatl, an Elder language of the  Mesoamericans. No one is certain how old Nahuatl is, or where it originated from,  although the belief is that a people from the North came into what is today central  Mexico. The roots of the Nahuatl language have been traced back to at least those who  developed Teotihuacán, the mysterious City of the Gods. Today, when we hear the  name Quetzalcoatl it has been colloquialized into meaning the “feathered serpent”, the  Pale Bearded god-man, who was an ancient deity and legendary ruler of the TOLTECS in  Mexico (c. 800-1200ACE).  

According to the Azteca, who adopted the ktzal religion from the Tolteca, Quetzalcoatl  was said to be a tall, fair-skinned, fair-haired, bearded god, who came to their lands from  some mysterious place to the East. 

However, what we know today, because of recent archaeological explorations, is that this  being may in fact actually traveled down from the North, where the Pale Prophet as ‘ oral  Tradition” tells us he made his initial arrival to the Americas.  

The North also happens to be the place of origin of *Azatlan, the birthplace of the Azteca.  The earlier people from whom the Azteca descended, it is now understood from recent  discoveries of mummies, found from as far north as BC, Canada to as far south as  Bolivia, were also tall. Some standing greater then 12 feet in height, they were bearded,  and red haired, very much like Quetzalcoatl himself. 

The enigma known as Quetzalcoatl, himself, as far as we can tell, originated within the  Toltec ~ Itza Mayan culture, and later was adopted as well by the Azteca. He was a  complex individual having far-reaching interactive connections and intimate Spiritual  interaction with many peoples as far north as the Canada’s, and to the mysterious places  to the far West (across the Pacific) where the legendary Viracocha, the children of the  gods, departed to, and were never seen again. He said his origins were from those  across the Great Waters, in the lands of the rising Sun, and yet he entered this land of the  Toltec traveling from the North.  

Quetzalcoatl was a legendary divine ruler of Mexico, usually referred to as the ‘Plumed or  Feathered Serpent’, the actual translation of his name meant not just a ‘feathered  serpent’, but more correctly the ‘most precious serpent’. Quetzalcoatl is not ‘ the’  feathered serpent, but, ’the one who emerges from the serpent as Venus rises from the  morning horizon,’ inferring that Quetzalcoatl was an ascended being, who in his lifetime  has achieved a level of immortality. 

In the 10th century, A.C.E. (After the Christian Era), the Toltecs transformed what had  been a god of soil fertility, worshiped in Teotihuacán before the 9th century, into a deity  associated with the morning and evening star, Venus. The Aztecs would later remake  Quetzalcoatl into a symbol of death and resurrection and a patron of priests.  

The opposing deity in the dualistic Toltec religion was Tezcatlipoca , who later became  the god of the night sky. According to legend, Tezcatlipoca was said to have driven  Quetzalcoatl from his own capital of Tula, into exile. Quetzalcoatl, according to prophecy,  promised that he would return after “ …Five full cycles of the Dawn Star.” So it is no  surprise that because of this prophecy, when the Spanish conqueror Hernán Cortés  appeared on the shores of the Yucatan, in 1519, the Aztec king, Montezuma II, was easily  convinced by his priests that Cortés might well be the returning Quetzalcoatl.  

Toltec Prophecy of Return of Quetzalcoatl 

Again in most accounts of the early historical documents, Quetzalcoatl was described as  a tall fair-skinned, fair- haired man, with a beard. It was told that He wore long robes and  whose teachings were built upon a message of love, forbidding the practice of blood  sacrifice, teaching of the One Supreme God and giving the Toltecs many material things  of their culture, such as the calendar, hygiene , the arts and the sciences, emphasizing  upon the Cosmos, and genetics. 

Quetzalcoatl left the Toltec’s because of the antagonism and persecution  of opposing religious leaders, who desired to return to the warlike ways  of their ancestors, and as well, the practices of blood sacrifice.  

Quetzalcoatl was finally driven out of the Toltec lands, by force, and as  the result of civil wars between the different factions. However, he  

promised one day to return, from the land of the Rising Sun over the  ocean, and the lands to where the younger brother, had been sent away  long ago.  

Quetzalcoatl, during his long reign as divine emperor, established not  only a religion, but taught the people all manner of arts, sciences. It is said that under his  rule, the empire of the Toltec stretched as far north as what is today the Ohio River  valleys. There still exist today the remnants of great roads and mounds that give the  legends credence. Although for the most part, much has been buried, carried off as  souvenirs, used as corner stones in contemporary buildings, or literally destroyed by the  present industrial civilization and the full story may never be known.  

Not all historians seem to agree upon when Quetzalcoatl actually lived or even if he ever  lived in the flesh at all. Though it can be said, and most tend to agree that he did actually  exist, it is likely to be a matter more than often of cultural interpretation, Spiritual  acceptance, and one’s ability to move beyond a closed mind. The Europeans saying  “No, Quetzalcoatl is a myth” and the indigenous cultures saying “But, indeed he did live it  is as we told you.”. So can we ever solve it? Yes, after we can get the Baptist to accept  that the Brahma will also go to the Kingdom of God. “Big Religions and Little Minds” is an  affliction from which humanity has long suffered.  

Throughout various historical documents surviving the era of conquest, this Pale Prophet,  Emperor-god, Quetzalcoatl, has been called St. Thomas or ‘Toum’ in the Elder language  of the Itza Maya, the Nahuatl. In the overlapping of languages, where most Mayan and  Inca translations of their ancient text are in Spanish, or Latin, as well in the ancient texts,  He is often referred to as being Jesus the Christ himself, or the Pale Prophet, the Lord of  the Wind and Water.  

As to exactly when Quetzalcoatl lived, there has been little academic agreement. Some  say he lived in the 12th century, others that he lived at the same time as Christ; the  confusion arises from the date of the translations and whether it was translated into Latin  by a priest, or by a Native into historical archives. The Church in Rome is infamous for  editing dates and reworking history. Many of the indigenous archives of historical writings  suggest the he ruled for nearly 800 years, which traditional historians cannot reason with  at all. However, it does come to mind if Quetzalcoatl was indeed, the Christ, the  ascended one, he would have been beyond the laws of mortality. Essentially, He was an  Ascended Master of the highest order.  

An historian, Dr. H.J.Spinden, states in his writings that historically Quetzalcoatl  established the Toltec Era on August 6, 1168 A.C.E. and that many Mesoamerican year  counts begin with that date. A Toltec “era” is 52 years long, and calendar dates were 

based on cycles of 52 years. Both the Toltec and Aztec years were of the same length as  our years, according to our present calendar, while those of the Mayas, as is explained  later, were shorter than our years by 5 days.  

In their book America’s Ancient Civilizations, A. Hyatt and Ruth Verrill tell us that most  Mesoamerican myths agree in that Quetzalcoatl prophesized not only that he would  return from the East but that before his return other bearded white men would come.  That they would be war like and conquer the native people here utterly and completely.  They would enforce by the exercise of extreme destruction and violence upon them a new  religion. However, he also prophesized that when he returned all the ancient glory of the  ancient days would return, and they would know a time of golden paradise in the glory of  his father’s kingdom.  

KEEP IN MIND, this is not from the “ BIBLE,” it is from the books of the  Chilam Balam.  

Various Writings say Quetzalcoatl spoke of a new religion coming in the 13th era.  (Christianity) “ I will return, after five full Cycles of the Dawn Star… bringing a reign of  peace, and the advent of a new spiritual order and the true faith of our father in heaven  will be restored “. I do not think Quetzalcoatl would have used the terminology “ Heaven,”  this is probably a mistranslation, although He often referred to his Father in the “Above  world.”  

The Aztec speak of a Pale God who come among them, a great teacher, and prophet.  He spoke of how he was hung upon a cross of wood, and tortured for his teachings. This  Prophet spoke of the Bearded ones who would come from across the Great Sea of the  rising Sun, When they came they would bring with them their ways of war, and  destruction. There would be a time when they would have to hideaway their sacred  knowledge in the caves and undergrounds; else it might vanish entirely from the  consciousness of man. There would come a time when the age of self-destruction would  wain and a new energy would begin to take form, A time when the ancient knowledge  would be brought forth again into the world, and the wisdom of the Kamura would once  again be embraced. This time would begin to manifest shortly before what calculates to  be December 22, 2012 in our present counting.  

Many Native American Legends speak of the Christ in Ancient America. Amongst the  Haudenosaunee People, the peoples of the Six Nations, there is a Native American  prophesy telling of the return of the Peacemaker, the Pale One, sometimes referred to  as the Pale Prophet, who they say will appear very soon, after a great star appears in  our heavens, coming upon feathered plumes of white radiance, as his words precede  him and will be heard, whispering upon the wind. The children will start to speak of his  appearing to them others will also speak of this and how he came to walk amongst  them once more.  

Again we are told in the Mayan Prophecy wherein Quetzal Coatl the winged Serpent  God, the Pale Bearded Prophet also returns bringing a new and golden age. The 

Seneca called him Hea Wah Sah meaning he who is from far off. The Dakota called  him Waicomah Tete.. meaning the Lord of the Wind and Water. Again we here his  name amongst the Ojebiwa where he is known as Wis ah Co. Lord of the Wind. 

Woven throughout the various legends of many of the indigenous peoples of the  western hemisphere it is said that everywhere through out this ‘Turtle Island’ and the  Mother land that lies below; wherever the “Pale One” walked among the people the  eight pointed star is known and the ‘Dawn Star‘ (Venus) will somehow signal his  return.., You will know me… as the Son of the Morning Star.  

“We are the Ancients, and our skin is red: with us, the Sacred Color. These are our  legends told about the campfires on winter’s evenings. When you string them  together, remember our great pride. Now we are looking down and our feathers are  drooping. Tell the legends so that our young men will realize that the ancestor threads  run in many directions. Through the tribes we have captured and with whom we have  intermarried there is a red thread which runs back to the Red Land long sunken in the  Destruction. There is a thread which runs far to the south where the mountain tops  touch the sky and the Thunder Bird moves through the lightning’s. There is a golden  thread which touches Tollan, The Mighty, and beautiful Tula, while through some of  our mothers there is a white thread to the words of The Prophet. Tell my young men to  listen.”  

–Asa Delugie, War Chief of the Mescallero Apaches.  

“This is our book. May you write it in beauty as we have told it in beauty.”  –Zeahley Tso, Chief of the Navajo.  

“There is evidence that some of our ancestors may have come from the ancient  trading empire of Chan Chan centuries before the rise of the Incan Power in Peru. Tell  my people to learn of this great power which once ruled eyes. Tell them to look up and  learn.”  

–So-Sah-kuku, Chief Snake Priest of Oraibi.  

“This is our book-these legends of Ancient times. They are of the blood which courses  through our veins. We of the Seven Tribes of the Black Tortoise once had a Dream of  Empire. Yet farther back through the cycles of Time we knew the Great Wakon Tankah, but we forgot His words. These legends should help us to look up and  remember.” 

–Shooting Star, of the Dakota Sioux.  

The legends that follow are the legends of the Healer. These legends were told by the  fireside of a “saintly white teacher,” who performed miracles with healing and control  over the winds, waters, and other natural items. All describe his eyes as gray-green  like the ocean and told stories of the future. His symbol has been woven into blankets,  carved on canyon walls, put on pottery and danced in dances. His name has been  given to mountains and rivers.  

Though the stories are many and spread throughout the Americas, they are broken  into bits and pieces, hard to follow and piece together into one tale. His name varied,  most names were reflective of his control over the wind and water, as he would  request each tribe to name Him as they wished, stating there was no value to a name.  

The information given here is given that you might see for yourself the stories and  legends of the Pale Prophet from the Native Peoples of the Americas. . To determine  within yourself if this prophet was actually Jesus, or some other. Is there where Jesus  was going when He talked about going to other sheep with his Apostles?  

John 10:16 (NIV) t “I have other sheep that are not of this flock, I must bring them  also. They too will listen to my voice, and there shall be one flock and one shepherd.”  

*In Etowa, Georgia, the Prophet began to mention the future after a rite of dedication  (known today as Thanksgiving). His first prophecy was concerning the Puan people  moving northward and a civil war taking place amongst them. His second was as thus,  

“Farther off there is another invasion. In ships many bearded men are coming from  across the Sunrise Ocean. Many are the ships as the snowflakes of winter. I see  these men taking the Broad Land; and the Mounds which hold the crests of our cities  are for them, alas!, but earth for the taking. They do not respect our trees of cedar.  They are but hungry, unenlightened children, and with them the vision closes….Would  that I could speak to those bearded farmers! I have tried. They do not hear me. They  go on their way like spoiled children, while I return to you and the present here at the  Temple at Eseecowah.”  

At the time of the writing of this book the author stated there were many tribes now in  Oklahoma that still remember this prediction, including the Choctaw, Cherokee,  Chickasaw and Creek.  

*The Shawnee told the author that this came from the Prophet….”Do not kill or injure  your neighbor, for it is not he that you injure; you injure yourself. Do good to him, thus  adding to his days of happiness even as you then add to your own. Do not wrong or  hate your neighbor; for it not he that you wrong: you wrong yourself. Rather love him,  for the Great Spirit loves him, even as He loves you.”  

*I have heard the Cherokee story a couple times now about when the Prophet was 

with them. It was said that there were many tales, but most were as all the other  nations. The one that was unique to the Cherokee was one in which the Healer was  troubled by the events of the future. His twelve disciples (all tribes say he chose  twelve for his special training!) were following him through the woods for fear any  danger would come upon Him. At one point, the Healer came across a fawn that was  lost in the woods. The Healer asked him where his mother was? The fawn turned his  head and looked down a path. Not far away was the mother, the victim of a huge cat.  She had given her life to save her young.  

The Healer knelt down beside the dead mother and started stroking the body. As His  hand passed over the wounds, they healed up, leaving no marks. The deer then  started breathing and rose. The disciples were upset at this and asked Him why he  was wasting His energy on the animals. The Pale One said, “There cannot be too  many good deeds. Such is the manner of compassion. A lost lamb is my Father’s  business, as important as saving a nation, if one need not choose between them.  More precious in my Father’s eyes is a good deed than the most exquisite jewel.”  

*The Prophet was known to come across a Puant city in the now known area of  Oklahoma. It was the Prophet’s custom to always take their established temples and  change them. He would chose the twelve to teach them the priesthood and then  lectured the people. This was again done here as usual. But here, the people wanted  to hear about his childhood.  

He told them he was born across the ocean where all men had beards. Even in the  legends, he told them of his virgin birth and about the bright star that shone over his  city of his birth. The heavens opened up and winged beings sang chants of exquisite  beauty.  

”When the University of Oklahoma was digging the Spiro Mound, they found mush  pottery showing winged beings singing, and also the hand with the cross through the  palm. To them, He was known as Chee-Zoos, the Dawn God, and they whisper of Him  about the campfires when no white man can listen. To quote the book, “The love they  bear Him is beyond measurement, for well they know He watches over them, and that  when their journey here is over, He will meet them in the Land of Shadows, for such  was His sacred promise.  

“They smoke the Sacred Peace Pipe in His memory, and blow the smoke to the four  directions, knowing that to each man comes his retribution, no matter how flows the  river of history. Thus in great pride walks the Red Man, even though now dire poverty  stalks him and starvation or hunger sits at his table. In the mask like calm of his  expression there smiles a secret satisfaction, a something which to puzzled white men  is entirely beyond understanding.”  

 *An interesting story told in the book is about the Great Mound Builders, Dakota (the  last high priest of extinct Elks, translated and recorded by Walter Pidgeon around  1850) described them as tribes that spoke the Algonquin ~ Haudenosaunee language 

and they were the Ancients of the country. According to him, these mounds marked  the sites of cities. They were a type of writing that recorded history. They were to be  read from the inside out and one had a history longer than London. The mounds were  thought to have been covered by wood and painted as the Mayans had done. It was  here too that the Prophet with his gray-green eyes and golden sandals came. They tell  He was the “Great White Robed Master.”  

In the Spiro Mound in Oklahoma, they found the symbol of the hand with the “T” cross  through its center. As aforementioned, this is where they found the pottery with the  winged beings. In the Indian Mound of Pittsfield was found three pages of parchment,  and according to the author, they are in “old Harvard.”  

“One these pages were supposed to be quotations, written in Archaic Hebrew, from  the Old Testament. About 8 miles southeast of Newark, the father of Bancroft, the  Native American recorder of untold legends, claimed to have the only stone pictograph  of the Prophet. About His head, again in ancient Hebrew were written the Ten  Commandments.  

Quoting the author….”His hair and beard are well pictured as well as His flowing toga.  It was a small stone, highly polished, an inch and a half thick, eight inches long, four  inches on one end to three on the other. This had been placed in a casket completely  watertight, and many feet above it was the burial of the Indian high priest. How many  other mounds have been plowed and leveled, and their contents scattered which the  Red Men held as holy, planting trees of the sacred cedar upon them to keep them  safe through two millennia?  

“True, the invasion of the Serpents from perhaps 700 AD onward, coming up the  Mississippi in their long snake-painted dugouts, carrying their sacred fire, brought an  end to peaceful living, brought with them war and pillage and the priesthood of the  Sacrificers. Yet they turned away from the hills of cedar, seeing the symbols of the  Healer.”  

*The Pawnee tell of a Prophet who taught them of His Father, “The Mighty Holy of the  Heavens.” He warned them not to forget what they were taught by Him, and when  they would return to warfare, they often thought about how He taught them that “war  but breeds more carnage.” He had also told them about the white men coming. They  remember Him as Paruxti and His Father was Tirawa.  

The Pawnee claim the Prophet visited them twice, the second time was out of anger.  As the story goes, some young men of the Pawnee had gotten together a secret  league to attack merchants and make “war” on them. One night the Pawnee was by  the Mississippi River and came across a camp of worn out merchants. The merchants  had not been aware these young Pawnees had returned to the old ways and thought  they were safe. One of the young merchants had stated that he was sad he never got  to see the Dawn God. But they smoked the Peace Pipe and went to sleep. 

The wild Pawnee then attacked, forced the merchants to carry their own goods back  to the bandits’ camp. They had a wild night, dancing, yelling and preparing the two  men for a sacrifice to the Fire god. One old man protested, pointed to the east where  the Morning Star was beginning to rise. But no one paid attention to him and carried  on what they were doing. One of the prisoners was already dead and the other was  dying. The Pawnee stated, “Let Him come and revive these men! That would be much  better magic than stopping a wind storm or walking on water!”  

”At the point, the eastern sky lit up with fire, clouds reflecting the fire ever brighter.  Everyone turned toward the brightened sky and stopped in their tracks. Suddenly  there He was among them! They say He shined with a strange radiance, each hair of  His head luminescent, a weird glow rippling from His garments and His sea-colored  eyes flashing with lightning. He stood staring at the wild Pawnees.  

”He asked them if this was how they kept His commandments, insulting the Father. “I  came to shield you from His anger, or lo, great wind would ignite the forest! And to  ashes would be consigned the Pawnee Nation!”  

”At this point, the prisoner that was still alive called to Chee-Zoos and asked to be  released. The Healer told the man he was free and to walk from the fire. Those who  were watching saw the man stumble toward the Healer. When he had touched the  Healer’s robe, the man straightened up and didn’t have a mark on him from the fire.  The Healer turned to the dead man, telling him that he wasn’t yet for the Land of the  Shadows. The fire died away and the blackened body stirred. The Healer told him to  rise up. The man rose up and was completely healed.  

”This story is still told sometimes by the elders at the fireside during the winter  evenings.”  

*The “Algonquin of the Eastern Seaboard” tell they received their name for the Dawn  Light from the Pale One. They wouldn’t name the Prophet as He had asked them to  do. They wanted to know what He was called where He grew up and He told them a  

name that was strange and hard to say. But they tried hard to say it: Chee-Zoos, God  of the Dawn Light, basically the same as the Puants.  

*The Chippewa remember very well the “pale Great Master.” They tell He gave them  medicine lodges where the signs and emblems are secret and taken from those  across the ocean. And according to the author, they keep this secret to this day.  

*The Dakota (Sioux) say He gave them their rite of baptism and purification, also  many of their lodges. They remember Him talking about the coming of the white man  and many other predictions. “We have backslid from His teachings, but to Him we  dance the Sun Dance. We remember Great Wakona well.” (Speaker not identified.)  

*In the times of the Prophet, the place which is now St Louis was once the capital of  the Puant nation. The streets of the city actually represented history. Each street 

started from the Central Hub (which is where the Crest mounds were) and grew  outward like a spoke on a wheel. When a dynasty was complete, the line would end  and pottery with significant pictures of the period would be placed within the mound.  The crest would be closed with a Mound of Extinction. Beyond it, counterclockwise,  the new crest would begin.  

The capitol buildings stood on the old crest, usually built of logs and beautifully  painted. Many crests had been closed at the time of the Prophet and the city was  large and many imports and exports went through the streets. The Algonquin  remember Him well at the time of His arrival. The fleets coming down the river  ceremoniously brought Him, always greeted with flowers. Once the Prophet heard  tales of the Sunrise Ocean and the Five Tribes of Warring Nations.  

He wanted to go see them immediately; He was so opposed to war and left with the  merchants. He came upon the Seneca’s and called the chiefs into a council.  Quoting…..”Long He spoke to them on the ways of His Father, as He had throughout  the Broad Land, handling the language with great ease. He explained His peace  religion, then He asked of them quite simply: what was the reason for their warfare?  The Fire Chieftains were embarrassed, for they had long forgotten the reason, if  indeed they ever had a reason. Each warrior looked upon the other and none could  think of a valid answer.  

“Therefore He bound them ceremonially into a never-ending alliance. To each He  gave a sacred duty to perform for the alliance, and then He asked them to smoke the  Peace Pipe, filled with tobacco and cedar shavings, and to blow the smoke to the four  directions making the sign of the Great Cross, which is a holy symbol. Never from that  time onward have the Five Nations fought each other, nor has the trust He gave them  been cracked and broken.  

“At this Council was a Seneca chieftain who was tall, for we are a tall nation. Like  many of our people he had a lofty stature, and could easily look down on the heads of  the others. Indeed the Prophet was not a short man, but neither was He as tall as the  chieftain. The Seneca, seeing that he was the tallest, and could look over the light hair  of the Pale God, rose and waited to speak. “There was a shocked silence. Would he  presume to question the Prophet? The chieftain looked upon the Healer.  

“‘I have been watching you while you were speaking, oh One whom the people call the  Dawn God. It is true that you hold a most strange fascination over the minds of men. I  know that the people call you the Dawn God. If it is true, then you can prove it. Meet  me here in four days in the early morning before the sun has shot his first long red  arrow, and we shall stand before this door together. If the first red arrow of the dawn  light, touches your hair before it paints my eagle feather, then indeed you are the  Dawn God. This I give to you as a challenge. Now, for this day, I have spoken.’  

“Everyone turned to look at the Prophet. He sat quite still as if in deep thought. At  last He arose. ‘Your stand is well taken. I will meet you here before the dawning. 

When from the Sunrise Ocean arises the golden light of the Dawn Star, I will be  standing here before the Great Lodge. I will use up the moments of waiting to talk  once more with the people-all who care to hear me. For now, I too have spoken.’  

“During the four days the Healer went among the tribes, and though He did not speak  of His appointment, everyone knew that He would keep it, for the Great One never  broke a promise. Accordingly, at the time appointed, great crowds swarmed about the  small mound where the Great Lodge stood open to the eastward. First to climb the  mound was the Prophet. As over the horizon arose the first golden shafts of the Dawn  Star, the Pale God spoke to the assembled nations. It is said that He always charmed  His listeners, but now there was almost a breathless silence. Indeed it seemed the  very trees were listening and also the assembled animals of the forest, so softly He  spoke and so well did they hear Him, because of the silence that had settled.  

“Now the tall chieftain left the others and slowly climbed the small mound, taking his  place beside the Prophet. The two eagle feathers in the hair of the chieftain projected  well above the head of the Healer, but no sign except a friendly greeting was given by  the Pale Heawahsah, who turned and began the Chant of the Dawning. This was a  prayer chant He had taught the people, which has long since been forgotten.  Everyone started to join in and then, suddenly, a miracle happened.  

“Before anyone else saw the sunlight, a golden shaft of radiant beauty came down  from some clouds banked high with firelight, and touched the curling hair of the  Prophet, diffusing itself like a halo until He stood, a luminous creature, painting all the  ground around Him with gold. The people then fell down saying: ‘Behold He is indeed  the Dawn God who has come to walk among us!’ and ‘He draws his power from the  Star of the Dawning.’  

“The tall chieftain, seeing the Great One clothed in gold light, knelt in the dust beside  Him and taking the hem of the Prophet’s mantle, laid his cheek on the line of creases.  I know that you think this sounds something like the Legend of Hiawatha written down  by Longfellow, the poet. You are right; there is a resemblance. O  

“Once he was our guest and heard us chanting. He liked our stories so well that he  kept urging us onward through his interpreter of the language. We told him many  stories. When he returned and began to write them, he mixed them all together; but he  was not trying to make fun of our legends-he was confused. We still honor him for  enjoying the chants, and even trying to get the rhythm of their language. We honor  him although Heawahsah never sought a Dakota maiden. That was a much later hero,  who married with a distant nation.  

“The meaning of Heawahsah? It is He From Afar Off. It is our name for the Prophet,  who drew His great strength from the Dawn Star. All nations know He was of the  Dawn Star, and that is why, even now, no nation of the ancient people know as ‘red skins’ will ever make war or fight a battle while the Sacred Star of Peace is still shining  in the great heavens. They dare not, for it is the Star of the Prophet.” 

(Note: Few know where to reach the ‘ Big Tree,’ the Seneca, or even if it is still alive.   He once told this legend to a child to illustrate the fact that the tallest men are not  always the greatest. I hope he will not mind its inclusion here. Since there is a  variation of this legend in Bancroft, recorded over a hundred years ago, it seems to be  quite authentic to Seneca tradition-Author.)  

*In Michigan, according to Decorah, was the center of the Giant Cross of Waters. The  Prophet was known to travel this trail. No tribe was too far, too small, too poor, too  war-like. If He heard of a war, He went there. He would call all the chiefs together,  divide the lands, give seeds and show how them how to garden. He would teach  them His principles. “Do not kill unless you are hungry, and then ask the animal’s  forgiveness, and explain your great need to him before ever you pull the bow-string.”  This was one rule that Native Americans ever violated. Before hunting, each tribe  would hold a prayer-dance.  

The Prophet was always called the Feathered Serpent or Eeseecotl among the  Algonquians. They tell that He always wore a long white toga, with black crosses  embroidered along the bottom, and had golden sandals. Every new town He would  arrive in would have a new garment waiting for Him. They would keep the old ones,  treasuring them, saying that to touch them would bring healing. During the visits He  would train twelve disciples, with one to be their leader, who would take His place  when He left to “go about My Father’s Business.” After He would leave, the grieving  people would carve His sign upon the walls of canyons-a hand with a T cross in it.  

*While visiting the Chinooks, the Prophet pointed to a plain laying below them, stating  that He saw through the cycles of time a great city spread across this plain, named  Tacomah. It was to be a white man’s city. The Chinooks were confused as to why the  white man would name a city after Him, Tla-acomah. He explained that they would  use the name of the mountain named after Him, but they would not understand the  meaning of the name.  

*It is said the hot springs of Tacobya mark the passage of the Healer. In a canyon  nearby is the hand with the T cross in it, and near this the Great Cross. It is  understood that He traveled to the Havasu, raising one arm in greeting meaning  “Peace and Prosperity to you”. He then stopped and tapped a large rock with his staff  and water gushed out of it. He drank from this sacred water and today it is called the  Spring of Tacobya.  

*Tacobya went on to the Pueblos where the Empire of Tula, the capital of the peaceful  Toltecs. He also went to the Wallapai tribe and gathered the chiefs in a great counsel  and redistributed the grain fields. He taught them more clever gardening with melons,  squashes, pumpkins, mescal, and beans; he gave them many other plants which have  been lost through the ages. He also taught them how to conserve water under the  ground. 

“He went on to the people of the White Rock. They told Him they had come here after  a great war in the south. Their cities had been burnt and they were all that was left of  the once great power. They were sad in their hearts and the Prophet told them of  another nation that had to flee oppression in days long gone. Then He showed them  the beauty of their land and taught them how to garden well.  

As He was leaving the Pueblos, He told them, “In truth I give to you a promise. Keep  you my precepts, forsake all warfare and you shall ever have my blessing even  beyond White Man’s coming. And woe to the hands that are raised against you…If to  my teaching you are faithful, and to show that you have lived each day rightly, leave a  light at night burning against the time I will return through the Dawn Light, and lead  thee unto My Father’s Kingdom.” So every night a light is burning in Acoma and other  Pueblos among these tribes, which we call heathen. From there He moved on.  

The legends that follow are the legends of the Healer. These legends were told by the  fireside of a “saintly white teacher,” who performed miracles with healing and control  over the winds, waters, and other natural items. All describe his eyes as gray-green  like the ocean and told stories of the future. His symbol has been woven into blankets,  carved on canyon walls, put on pottery and danced in dances. His name has been  given to mountains and rivers.  

Though the stories are many and spread throughout the Americas, they are broken  into bits and pieces, hard to follow and piece together into one tale. His name varied,  most names were reflective of his control over the wind and water, as he would  request each tribe to name Him as they wished, stating there was no value to a name.  

The information I give here is just to let you see the legends for yourself. To determine  within your own heart if this prophet was actually Jesus~ Sananda or some other.  

Is this where Jesus was going when He talked to his Apostles about going to tend his  other sheep?  

John 10:16 (KJ) ” And other sheep I have, which are not of this fold: them also I must  bring, and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold, and one shepherd..”  

In August of 1918, the chief of the Chippewa, Dark Thunder, once was talking with a  college student whom the tribe had affectionately adopted. He, the student, had  learned to look through the tribal eyes on the reservation, as the Ancient Ones and  keepers of the Olden Knowledge.  

The chief told the student of a prophet that had come long ago and had asked the  tribe to name him “for to Him names meant nothing.” They named him Wisahco and  always covered his paths with flower petals. The Prophet had told their people that  He would do the same for the spirits who left them-“for those beyond the sunset.” To  use the old chief’s answer of what He was like: 

“He was bearded, and pale of feature-without doubt a White Man. His eyes were as  gray-green as still green water, and just as changeable in their color. He came to us  one day at dawning and the light touched His hair with the sheen or red-gold until it  

shone like newly-mined copper. Yet He was not as the men of your people. This one  was a god, with high soul-stature. If He touched a man who was wounded, that one  became healed.  

“His robe was long and white down to the hemline which almost hid His golden  sandals. Everyone wished to make Him white robes, for then He would leave behind  the old ones, and all that He touched was enchanted with His god-like power of  healing.  

“He came alone. He organized the churches, changed the temples, taught the  priesthood. Some say He taught them a secret language with certain signs of greeting.  I know not.  

“(when asked why He was called a prophet)] Because He not only walked among us,  He also walked the realms of the future.  

“(when asked why He couldn’t have been a Black Robe) I am sure. He came to us  when we had cities more than a thousand winters before the days of the Black Robes  and the Long Knives. (where are the cities?) Below the cover of the forest…”You do  not believe what I am saying. You think I speak to you with a forked tongue.”  

“(asked to tell of the location of one city) The which we call the Sacred is not far from  here. Its history is longer than that of England’s London.”  

The student asked to find one who would tell him more of these cities. But the chief  was afraid the white men would just laugh and speak lightly of the things that they  didn’t know of. However, the student assured him that he just wanted to write it down  so the stories would not be lost forever. The chief’s reply:  

“My child, you speak with the tongue of the Red Man, and knowledge beyond your  number of winters shines from your words. Once we had books and priests to read  them, but those were times long distant in the past. Books are of stuff which can be  

swept to oblivion. Since then we have placed our stories in the chants of our people,  but now even these are being forgotten. Your oldest books to us are but of yesterday,  and how long may last these papers of your people? Yet, you are right. The chants  are dying. I too would like to reach other tribes of our people and share with them our  ancient history… This is one (chanter of legends still alive) … there may be more than  one, and then there will be translators so that you may not miss the beauty of the  language.”  

The student was new to the lore, but he found out quickly that 13 was the number of  the Prophet, twelve disciples plus Him, and eight and five were also important. Soon  the chanting came about. Many proud old men were there, of different languages, 

their names long forgotten but the drama of the movements and poetry were  remembered. Following are their stories, thought in poor translation, as told to this  young man (also the Dakota had helped with putting together the stories of the  Prophet)—  

*Marksman, an old Chippewa warrior was the first to tell his tale. He was almost eighty  at this time, however it is said his body was still as a young man and his hair still had  the dark sheen. Here are his some of words:  

“It is well tonight that we speak of the Pale God, and fitting as well that we council with  others, greeting our enemies as brothers, for such would have been the wish of the  Prophet. I have heard some talk among the lodges that the Lord of Wind and Water  was but a myth brought down by the old ones from times beyond our present  reckoning. That is true, but it is a strange legend! If the youth among our people doubt  the wide-flung strength of this ancient story, look about at His symbols from tribe to  tribe across the broad land.  

“Have you ever wondered about the cedar…every tribe revere it…high priests mix its  shavings with the leaves of our tobacco? And why do we blow smoke across our  bodies, when we are returning from the war trail? Is it not to ask His forgiveness, as  was once taught by the Pale Prophet? Why do we plant these trees upon the Great  Mound-those ancient histories of our cities? Was it not to warn all men that once He  walked here; the Sacred One, the Miracle Worker?  

“And the color of snow: among all the nations it stands for peace. Why is this so?  Because He wore it., as he traveled from nation to nation He taught the people to live  in peace and to speak in council, thus settling all their problems. This was His way and  the way of His Father.  

“Why do we raise our hands up in greeting? Because that was His sign, a tradition  which we still follow.”  

“Why do we use the Cross as a sacred symbol? Was it not because He wore it about  the hem of His full white garment, and carried the sign on His two hands, those hands  so gifted in healing?…In the Wisacoo Lodge and many others there are some who still  know His secret language, but those things are being fast forgotten.  

“Yet to Him who walked away through the silver moon-frost, across the winter’s snowy  blanket, toward the North where now is Canada and many other tribes of our people, I  bid you see Him as we saw this man. From the pines dripped ice like unlit candles, as  He walked away. His snowy garments made Him seem wraith-like, while His long hair  was silvered by His frost-breath. Two wolves followed behind Him; one of dark fur and  one of silver. We knew that they would not harm Him for He had a strange power over  the animals; the fiercest seeking the touch of His fingers. 

“Thus He left us, and to Him I raise the Peace Pipe, the tobacco mixed with cedar  shavings, and blow the smoke to the four directions, thus making the sign of His  Cross. For tonight, I have spoken.”  

Next to speak was a Dakota Sioux. He commented on how he never remembered  when the Sioux have ever been invited by the Chippewa for council. He said they all  originally came from the same homeland. Here is his story:  

“I was invited here to speak of Wacoma tete, the Fair God who ruled the ocean and  spoke in whisper to the wind storm. Our name is not the one you gave Him, for when  He came, we lived far to the southward, where the sun makes shorter shadows and  our cities were built on islands, many of which have since gone down into the ocean.  After He left we forgot His teaching and we returned to the ways of the Fire God.  

“As our land became scarcer, due to storm and great earth shaking, one tribe among  us sought to be master. They began conquering city after city. We, the dispossessed  who would not live in slavery to those who had our same heritage, sought the  mountains, many tribes in council. From our traders, we knew of the Mississippi, and  so in our long canoes, carrying our Sacred Fire, we began our migrations. We of the  Turtle, keepers of the books and learning, led the many tribes of the Serpent up the  great Father of Waters. To commemorate that we built the Great Mound of the  Serpent led by the Tortoise.  

“It is too bad that we had to take your cities. Many years had we lived in peace and  traded, but sometimes we move but to fill the belly. Such was our move into the  woodland among the herds which were to be had for the taking, and when one had  hungry children those herds meant life. Such was our move up the Mississippi.  

“Near white man’s town, St Louis, where stood your great Capitol City, we built our  Capitol. We did not destroy the crests of your building where you had written your  history, we but added to them. White man was the destroyer of both your histories and  ours also. You realized our need and you moved northward; and there was peace  between us.  

“Then there grew up in the Capitol City of the Black Tortoise, Dakota who sired our  tribe. He had a great dream for the Red Man. He dreamed of a mighty kingdom,  solidly one from the Sea of the Sunrise to the Sea of the Sunset. Now, though you had  been a peaceful nation, his pleadings, did not go unattended. Ears were opened to  what he was saying. ‘In the west there is much fighting. Fierce warriors come from the  Northland, bringing great war-dogs with them. We call them the Men of the Coyote.  They burn and plunder and carry away the women.  

“Now I would force them into cities. I would conquer them and make them peaceful. I  would build one mighty nation. As in the Old Red Land which we both remember,  which was ruled by two together, so I would have you rule with me this mighty  country.’ 

“In your cities of the Northland, you listened to the Voice of Dakota. You gave him  armies to train and your sons to learn the arts of warfare. Dakota was a mighty  general. He conquered the Tortoise Empire, and made his own mound after the  Tortoise Mound of Extinction.  

“He might have succeeded in his dream except the more of the hordes of the  Norsemen coming afresh down the West Coast decimated his armies, and then civil  war broke out over the Dakota Empire. Cities were abandoned and each tribe took to  the forest, to raid and pillage and play at war games like naughty children.  

“And remembering back, our wise men told us that once Great Wacoma tete predicted  that it would be so, even to the final coming of white man. Now when it is too late, we  remember.  

“You ask me to tell you of Great Wacoma tete. Our memory of Him is greatly garbled  for so long ago was He living. We know that He prayed to the Dawn Star, and today,  in His memory, our most sacred lodge carries that name. To the memory of Him,  I make His symbol, and for this night-I have spoken.  

 (Confirmation of this migration legend is to be found in Traditions of Dakota.)  

One who spoke English stood to talk next. He spoke slowly and was dressed as a  white man. Here are his words for you to hear:  

“We are the Southerners. Formerly we lived on the lower Mississippi; we, the  Cherokee, Choctaw, Chickasaw and Creek. When white man came we had log cabins  built around our wooden temple raised on a high mound. We were the last to come up  the Mississippi, except for the Natchez who no longer walk the green earth. Over the  Trail of Tears we were deported westward to the land of Oklahoma and there we met  the men of the Osage. Our memories of the Prophet are dimmed by the ages. Among  the Choctaw, He was known as Eemeshee, the Wind God, for strange are the tales  which are told of His power over the heavens, and the winds which speak with the  breath of the spirits.  

“It is said that He told us of White Man’s coming, and when He did His eyes had a sad  look as if seeing about Him the scenes of the future. Once He said: ‘All my life have I  struggled against this thing called the Law of the Jungle. Are these bearded ones who  are still my children going down war’s trail to final destruction, and thus give the last  human victory in death to the Law of the Jungle?’  

“He was sad that day as He spoke unto us, for He was leaving us to travel northward;  perhaps to you, the Chippewa Nation, for this was before our migrations when we, too,  lived far to the southward where the sun makes shorter shadows… We would find out  much more about Him if like this we had many councils tribe to tribe. We would learn  more about ourselves also. This I know: we, too, once had had secret languages, but I  know not if they are still remembered. The women had a secret language among 

themselves. It was not taught to captive women. Then there was the language taught  in certain lodges. That was the one He taught us. It would be interesting to study this  language if this were possible, between tribe and tribe. It might tell us from whence He  came to us, and how long ago He walked among us.  

“In our land of Oklahoma where our plows turn the good earth, and our cattle graze on  the brown hills, I have often seen His symbol among the women’s work (who still  weave baskets) as I ride to other camps trading. Sometimes it is woven with the Star  of the Morning, or the Cross of Four Directions or the symbol for the Cedar, sacred  Tree of Ceremony.  

“Not only this, but something else comes to my mind. Once when riding my pony to  another camp, I saw some old pottery shards sticking out of the earth on top of a large  hill. There was a cedar on the hill. I walked up and smoked a cigarette rolled with  cedar shavings. Then I picked up the shards. One them was drawn winged beings.  Carefully I put them back and then I made inquiries to all the wise old men of different  tribes. They told me that the Healer had said something about winged beings singing  at this birth. Do you have this memory of the Prophet’s teaching?  

“This is about all that I remember. Except one thing. Even today, when we hear the  weird music of the wind, we whisper to one another;  

“‘Be quiet and chant the old prayers, the Peace Chants with which He opened the  councils, for that is the great Eemeshee chanting with the singing spirits in the Wind song.’  

“To His name, still unforgotten, still beloved among the people, I too, take the Pipe  and send the smoke to the Four Directions where His feet trod over the wide land. For  this night, I , too, have spoken.”  

One more than one hundred years stood next to speak. His age was known due to  “almost certainty” that when white hair is attained, that person was at least one  hundred. He was a high-priest of some northern tribe (unknown by the interpreter),  thought to might have been Fox, Sac or Menominee. His words are as follows:  

“You asked me here to speak of the Healer, and the ancient days of our people’s  greatness. I was surprised to receive such an invitation. Are our young men having a  change of spirit? Since when have they listened to the chanting? Have they ceased  their love of White Man whiskey, truly known as Devil-Water, which looses their  tongues and makes them foolish?  

“Yea, it is true my heart is bitter, but I came not here to give a lecture. Let White Man  keep his reason-stealer, for in time it will bewitch him. I came to take you back to the  ancients and to the times of our people’s greatness. I have thought of taking the  legends with me even unto the Land of Shadows, but the young man who came so far  to seek me, reasoned well before the fire. He said I had no right to take them, for they 

belonged to all our people as long as one Red Man walked the planet. They must go  on past this generation and to that unborn soul who might be listening and wishing to  walk back to the Ancients.  

“Therefore tonight I am here to take you walking back through the Dawn Star cycles to  a time long distant when the land was not as you see it; past the memories of our  grandfathers’ grandfathers. I take you with me to the days of the Healer, and the times  of our people’s greatness. These were the days when the crests of our histories  whorled through many cities, always near the mighty rivers, avenues of ancient  commerce.  

“Coming north from our Capitol City, where the Mississippi meets the Missouri, in the  longboats of the traders, the Prophet made His journey toward the city we called  Sacred. This was an ancient metropolis. Before we built its Mound of Extinction, after  the Great Civil War of the Turtles, ninety-six dynasties of rulers had lived their long  and eventful history.  

“Like the Capitol, it too had strawberry carpets about all the buildings built upon the  Great Crests, and from them the streets radiated outward among the dwellings of the  people. This city was called Sacred because it was in the center of the Cross of  Waters from whence ran the rivers to the Four Oceans. East to the Sunrise ran the  waters, and Northward to the Sea of Dancing Lights; to the West beyond the Great  Divide the waters ran to the Sea of the Sunset, while the Missouri and Mississippi ran  to the Southern Sea, the Sea of the Karibs.  

To this, the City of the Great Cross of Waters, up the river called the Father of Waters,  one golden morning, came the Healer. The dawn cascaded down upon Him as He left  the ships of the merchants, painting His hair and beard with beauty and lighting up His  lofty features.  

“The streets were mosaic of flowers strewn in homage to the path before Him as He  walked toward the Temple. Greatly beloved now was the Pale God, known as the Lord  of the Wind and Water. His every move bespoke His kindness; His very touch  revealed His divinity; and before Him all the people bowed down.  

“Through rows of worshippers He moved to the Temple, in quiet solemnity, holding up  His hand in blessing-that hand with the strange palm-marking, for through it was  engraved the True Cross which He had taken as His Symbol.  

“There at the Temple He abode among us, though He often rode away with the  merchants, or more often walked to distant villages, holding in His hand His great  staff, and stopping to speak with all the people, from the aged to the children.  

“Once there was a great stir among the villages. Messages had been flashed with  obsidian mirrors and the smoke-puffs of more distant signals. They spoke of an array  of nobles who were coming to the Sacred City from a land called Golden Tollan. At 

first the people were much frightened, for though long had we traded with distant  Tollan, yet if these emissaries were to be followed by their mighty metal-clad armies,  the Puan Cities would be lost!  

“The Prophet was the least disturbed. He gathered about Him a council of the  merchants, and soon had mastered the Toltec language. These men in peace were  coming northward, He told the frightened people, and shortly the messages confirmed  His story.  

“Before long well confirmed were His statements. Indeed they were coming to take  back the Healer to the city of Golden Tula, a fantastic place of magnificent beauty.  Grand preparations were made to receive the emissaries. Long were the lines of  chanters; the dances most elaborate; and much practice went on with conch shell  trumpets, flutes and tom-toms for the grand celebration.  

“Then at the last day dawned and the long boats were sighted coming up the river. In  the lead, as was proper, came the ships of the Puans, laden down with goods of  commerce, and following them the ships of the Mayans and some other forgotten  peoples. At last came the beautiful ships of Tollan. From that first ship came the  guards all clothed in metal, and then a ship load of glittering musicians playing upon  many strange instruments of music [harps and guitar-like instruments were pictured in  Yucatan-Bancroft] The last two ships were filled with emissaries. Most lordly-stepping  were these nobles, as they came down from ship’s houses, and all the people were  hushed with admiration.  

“Long and thick were their emerald feathers, unlike any seen by the Puans, flowing  backward like rippling water; their costumes were made of colored cotton embroidered  with gold, with pearl and emeralds and even their sandals were shining with beauty.  Proudly they walked behind their honor guard as they made their way to the Great  Temple, where framed in the painted great-log doorway the Prophet stood quietly  waiting with His shining hair and wearing His snow-white mantle embroidered with  crosses about the hemline.  

“It is said that the strangers brought many presents, among which were snowy  garments and a pair of golden sandals, which indeed He wore forever after. The  Mayans, too, laid gifts before Him and received from Him the Blessing. However,  when after four days passed, the ships departed without the Prophet, the joy of the  people was tempered with sorrow when they learned that the Pale God had given His  promise to go one day soon to Tollan, after He had visited first with other nations.  

“The Mayans, too, and the other peoples, all returned happily down the river, for they  all carried back a promised visit. For them this was a thing for rejoicing, for it was a  well-known fact that the Healer never broke a promise.  

“The Prophet went both north and west with His long staff, in His golden sandals and  His snowy garments, and nevermore was seen by the Puan Peoples, but word came 

back some four years later that He was on His way to Tollan where a kingly reception  awaited His coming. He went by the way of the Chihuahua Valley, which means the  Highway of Ancient Power. Then came the fabulous tales of the merchants of His  entrance into Tollan, when on a day that has never been equaled since among all the  nations, the earth stood hushed and breathless when that wondrous divinity we call  the Pale God walked down the highway into Golden Tollan.  

“It is sad for me to retell this story, for the memory of the present comes through to  haunt me as if in terrible mockery. Yet I chant it for you, the young men who listen and  for generations will again retell it, on into the cycles of the future as long as a son of  our blood still walks the planet.  

“Thus for you of this night, and for those even more distant in time from those living  this hour, I have spoken. In bitterness had I sworn that these pictures would fade with  the mind which carried them forward, but it is true that I had no right to think that.  

“And so I release them into the future, to that perhaps unborn soul who will listen and  love them, as I when a boy would crouch listening about the firelight, and walk  enraptured in spirit through a day so long vanished. I too have spoken.”  

The last to speak was a man from the Cheyenne. Here are his words:  

“Like my brother from the Dakota, too seldom is seen the Cheyenne costume in the  lodges of the Chippewa. We too look back through the vistas of history to the days of  the Old Red Land when there was peace and commerce on the Mighty Father of  Waters, known to men as the Mississippi.  

“Like the Dakota, we use 26 poles in our teepees, which in our language means  mountains, for we too think of ourselves as Men of the Mountains, who anciently  brought their water from the snows of the high peaks in conduits down to our cities.  The 26 poles are for each of the twins of the morning-evening star, giving each  thirteen, which is its number.  

“Like our brothers we remember the Fair God who foretold the coming of the White  Man. Yet so long ago was He living that like the Dakota, our memories are garbled.  

“Four years ago I went to the West Coast to seek work in the motion pictures where  they were filming. There I met Indians from many nations, and all were courteous, and  more or less friendly. One particular man, a Yakima from Washington, told me this  about the Fair God.  

“When he came to the Yakima people, they called Him Tacoma, and so greatly did  they pay Him reverence that they renamed their highest mountain in honor of His  coming. 

“My friend said that when Tacoma left them, He promised the sorrowing people that  one day through the light of the dawning, He, Tacoma, would return to them. Through  the long vistas of the moon, the sun and the dawn star, the people still remembered  this promise and always faithfully watched for Tacoma, and dying told their children to  keep on watching.  

“Then one time a great ship came into the harbor. On the deck were men who were  bearded, carrying rods which killed at a distance. The people were alarmed and  amazed, but their chief, who was named Chief Seattle, reminded them of the Fair God  who had not told them the manner of His coming. So to the ship they brought  presents, food of all kinds and cool fresh water, carved work and other trinkets. The  bearded ones took the presents, smiled and were friendly, but they sailed away  without remaining.  

“Many years later the people learned that this was not Tacoma, but Sir Francis Drake  of England.  

“As my friends listened to this story, there was among them a man from Hawaii. He  told a similar story. Once there came to them the Fair God whom they called Wakea.  This god-like one healed the injured, raised the dead, walked on water and taught the  people. When Wakea left, said the Polynesian, He promised that some day He would  come back to them through the dawn light.  

“Through countless generation cycles the people still remembered, teaching their  babes and then their grandchildren to keep watching the dawn for Wakea’s coming.  

“One time a great ship came to them. The people met it with rejoicing, bringing  presents to the bearded White Men, fruits and food and entertained them with  feasting. Yet the White Men did not remain among them. They sailed away and the  people, embittered, wondered if Wakea had rejected His people. True, they had not  entirely lived up to His teachings. There had been some war and fighting, but on the  whole through the long, long years, they had tried to remain faithful.  

“That night a great storm struck the island. Was this another sign of Wakea’s  displeasure? The people were hurt as they thought upon it. Then they saw the ship  returning. It was running like a frightened dog for cover, heading back to the safety of  the harbor.  

“Now the people knew this was not Wakea. The Fair God had full command of the sea  and windstorms. He had but to hold high that slim hand and the mightiest storms  obeyed Him. These men were but imposters pretending with their beards to be  Wakea! So the surprised White Men met an army of warriors who swarmed over the  ship and killed the explorers.  

“It was years later that the Polynesians learned the truth of this story of  misunderstanding. These men probably had never heard of Fair Wakea. This was but 

James Cook, the explorer, trying to map the wide Pacific for a distant island named  England. For this night, I have spoken.”  

Dark Thunder then arose and looked outside as the wind was singing through the  trees. He finished the evening with these words:  

“My heart is heavy to hear these stories. The feathers of my soul are drooping. Yet  almost as if foretelling the present is the manner of the Prophet’s going. He left our  people one night when it was snowing. He was to go on to the Cree northward to  Canada, and after seeing the People northward, would turn toward the sunset and the  Western River running toward the Sunset Ocean.  

“They say that as He walked onward, the snowflakes danced through the skies in  patterns. There were two wolves, which were always with Him, and now they followed  His footsteps. One was white and one was dark silver. He had laughed when they  had offered to guide Him, for He had often gone with the merchants and He knew the  country well. Thus the People saw Him leaving in an aura of dancing snowflakes  where was before a living forest-like ours tonight. He faded into the whiteness like a  wisp of smoke is lost in the snowstorm, leaving only millions of moving snowflakes  swirling about in fantastic patterns.  

“Remembering this and how He predicted the distant coming of White Man ‘like the  snowflakes which blow in from the ocean’, I am suddenly stricken with sorrow. Once  we lived in the wild free forest on a planet just as the Great Spirit made it. Now that  world is changed and sullied, and the Red Man walks away sadly through millions of  engulfing snowflakes-lost like a wisp of smoke in the snowstorm. For this night I have  spoken.”  

 *In Mexico, on an island known as Triburon, lives the Seri. These peoples have long  lived in poverty and neglect; however, their memories of the Ancient Prophet live on  with great memory. They say that thousand of years past they were part of the  Serpent People even before the time of the Great Flood. Shortly after the flood, they  left to a place called Snows of the Southland. They had called themselves the “Men of  the Mountain” and underneath their enormous cities were the giant caverns of the  Serpent.  

A long time after this, an army from the north came down upon them and destroyed  their cities. They fled using ships that they had hidden in these caverns. Eventually  they migrated to another place across the seas after many, many trips to move all  their people. It was at this time that “Tlazoma,” the Miracle Worker, came to them. It  seems that He appeared to them from the sea in a sailboat type ship as they had  described it as being powered by the wind. This man with red lights shining from His  hair and beard appeared one morning with eyes the color of the sea. He was wearing  a long white toga-like garment and suddenly they took Him on as a sacred Teacher  even within an hour of His arrival. 

They had heard of Him through rumors and a blind man rushed to him exclaiming how  he had heard of His miracle work, begging Him to heal him of his blindness. This  Healer stopped what He was doing, bent over and picked up some wet sand and  placed it over the eyes of the blind man. He told the man to wash out the sand in the  ocean. Others gathered around to witness this event and waiting to see if there would  be a miracle and if not, there would be a sacrifice to the Snake God!  

The blind man went down to the waters and cried in anguish. But suddenly his cry  turned into joy. He stood straight up and started running towards the people wildly. He  fell at the foot of the Healer and exclaimed the miracle of his sight. The others  witnessing too fell, worshipping calling out “Ahunt Azoma-the Lord Miracle Worker.”  

They say Tlazoma lived with them for many months teaching them not only the ways  of living right, but also ways on how to survive, such as how to store water, how to  feed weaned children and showed them many wild plant they had not known could be  eaten. Before this time they had used a “population control” method in order to not run  out of food, now the Prophet spoke against this law saying “Raise not the knife in  bloody slaughter.”  

Eventually the time came for Tlazoma to leave and continue o his journey. He spoke  to them of going to the Papago. Yet the people exclaimed these were their enemies  and begged Him not to go there. But He claimed that His Father had many different  lodges. And He was asked about where He had come from as He had never said. And  very gently the Bearded One answered, “My Father’s Land lies deep within you.”  

*Early one morning, the children of the Papagos were out playing, louder than usual.  And then Eseecotl was spotted approaching the village. The adults scolded the  children for playing so rudely because they had been embarrassed. But upon His  approach, Eseecotl told them not to scold the children but have them come to Him  instead for this was His and His Father’s will.  

And every day after that , the Prophet talked and played with the children. But He did  not make His home in the village. He chose a mountain known as “Bavokeevulick”  which translated is “hour-glass” mountain. Eseecotl meant “the Healer.” And one day  the Healer meandered into a place where a child was being sacrificed. Anger  overcame Him and He grabbed the baby, calling it by name, healed his wounds and  revived him. The priests became paralyzed and as much as they wanted, couldn’t kill  the Healer.  

The Healer left the building and gathered all the people around Him. He told them that  this sacrificial tradition was against all of His teachings. The people then became  ashamed of this but didn’t know what to do as they were afraid of the priests.  

Later that night a couple of the priests went in search of the Healer in order to kill Him  because He was changing their way of life. Right before sunrise, the Healer was in the  entrance of His cave that faced the East praying. As the priests were nearing this 

cave, the Healer apparently had sat back and awaited their approach. As the priests  slipped into the cave, Eseecotl stepped forward into the moonlight out of the cave and  turned to them inside.  

He asked the priests why didn’t they go ahead and kill him, after all He did not have  any weapons. He then told them that they could not do so until the Father had  deemed His work upon the earth was finished. And at that point, there was an  earthquake. At this point, the entire cave mouth closed, leaving the Healer standing  there by Himself. He heard from within the cave the priests calling out, pleading with  Him to tell the village what had happened.  

When the sun came up, Eseecotl walked into the village. The people in astonishment  asked where the priests were after the Fire God had shaken the mountain. He  answered, ” They came with knives before the trembling. They are still within the  mountain, and from a great distance, you can hear their voices. My Father has spoken  in the earthquake. No more am I to live among you.” … and He was never seen  among them again.  

*After this, He continued on His way to the Zuni. But before this, He stayed with the  Dene. Now at this time, these were not the tribes as they are known today for this was  just after they had traveled to this area, yet unsettled in themselves. According to this  legend, they were a part of the Serpent people and had met up with the Prophet in the  red lands of Monument Valley. They were very skeptical of Him and His reputation  that was rumored. They questioned Him as to what right did He have as to claim the  title of “Lord of Wind and Water” and asked Him if His and His Father’s power was  actually greater than that of the Fire God.  

In reply, He said, “My Father is a spirit who has no image. His power is greater than  any other. Watch!” And He pointed upward. At that point a giant rock which was half  the size of the cliff they were standing by started rising. with eyes full of terror they  watched. It seemed to them a living creature, swaying and rising, knowing that if it fell  it would crush them. Yet after a little, it balanced itself on another rock, so evenly  balanced that a child could have pushed it over with a simple nudge.  

This impressed the Dene so much they asked Him what the name of His One God  was. The Prophet then asked them what name they would like to know Him as. But  the Dene did not want to name this One Great God as they knew not what to call Him.  So they asked the Prophet what His name was in other lands. And to the  astonishment of many today, the Prophet revealed “The Great Yeh-ho-vah.”  

*It is considered that when the Toltec were a great empire, the Zuni and Acoma held  the most northern outposts and the Aqua lived on the general trade routes. There  have been seen through modern-day flights and satellite photographs of ancient roads  that led in many directions from this general area. And according to the Zuni and  Acoma legends, they had many cities along these roads and said they shared a  common language, even up to the Michigan copper mines at the turn of the  millennium. They say that the Acoma still speak the Zuni language but throughout the 

ages have forgotten how to pronounce it.”  

Someone once asked why Mahnt-Azoma, the Mexican Monarch had received the  same title as the ancient Prophet and the reply was “When he was born he was pale  of feature and in many ways resembled the Prophet.  

 When the monarch was grown, and the guns of the Spaniards were flaming at the  gates of Tenoch-titlan, he sent to the Zuni an urgent appeal for warriors to help stop  the White Man’s invasion. We sent many men. And though long we waited none ever  again came back to Zuni. Now we know that all the Meschacan Armies were killed,  and from Tenoch-titlan, in the Valley of old Mesheco, our men went to the Land of  Shadows.  

“The Prophet? He was a great god, a miracle-worker, a pure man of dreams and  visions. We called him Great Azoma. He came to us on His way to Tula, Capitol of the  Toltec Empire.” And sadly, this is all that is remembered in their legends told to this  day.  

* A Yaqui chieftain known as Tall Sedillo spoke of ancient ways freely, probably due to  the fact he knew that he would not live much longer. He said that he and his people  remembered the Prophet well and talked of carrying the Sacred Fire [so well known of  the Cherokee] and also of the sacrificing rituals that they had had. At least until “this  quiet, god-like person. He was a man very holy, filled with love, yet His heart was  heavy; for in spite of all the honors of the people, the Lord had laid strange visions on  Him. His eyes could see the future. It must be so. For as He predicted, all that He  spoke of has happened. Today, though we go to the White Man churches, our true  rites are to the Prophet.”  

He continued on saying that even though he may have to go to war, he hoped the  Prophet would understand after he went to the “shadows.” And he agreed to talk more  of the days of the Tula, the Toltec Empire, than talking about the Chihuahua Valley.  He talked about how they had used irrigation, dams, conduits, sewers, and city  terraces. He told how ancient his people truly were. Then he said, “Let us return  through the cycles of the Dawn Star to the golden days of the Prophet, Mahnt-Azoma,  or Great Kate-Zahl……  

“From the northland, where many tales had come before Him at last came the sandals  of the Prophet. Yes. Long before Him had come the stories. From Seri, Puans,  Papago and Dene, and many wild tribes living in the half-tamed woodland came these  tales of wonder. Every merchant brought another, and they lost not one whit in the  retelling. Tremendous fame had gone in advance of Him before at last He came in  person down the road to Tula.  

“Welcoming Him with open temples, the Yaqui streamed to meet the Healer. The  women competed to weave Him mantles, to embroider the crosses about the hemline,  and the men to fashion new golden sandals, knowing that He would leave the old 

ones, strangely enchanted because of His wearing, a touch of which would heal the  body.  

“For Him they stopped all sacrificing. Instead, they used but fruits and flowers to fill  their temples, and then placed them on their tables, even as He directed. Indeed we  still try to follow His teaching, although often it is not easy, and many are the times we  have turned from Him to use the rougher ways of the Serpent, yet we know that we  are doing wrong.  

“The baptismal? Yes. It was the Prophet who taught this. The godfather and  godmother with their names of kinship; all must last for the life of the infant.  

“For Him we changed our ancient dances. We learned new chants and ceremonies.  Once our costumes were laden with jewels, and the finest of plume work was worn for  its beauty, but today the people are very poor, often facing gaunt starvation. When we  dance now with plumes of paper and bits of glass for the olden jewel work, we know  He is understanding and forgiving. And sometimes it seems a spell comes over us,  and the costumes of paper and glass change slowly in the light of His Star to the olden  beauty. Once more the desert becomes Chihuahua and we see Him pause on His  way to Tula.”  

*It is told that the Prophet then came to Tula. Their lands were abundant with slaves,  agriculture, birds of rare beauty, gold, silver, bronze, copper, and wealth unheard of in  other lands. Animals bred by the thousands for their furs, feathers, and meats in  abundance. Fountains, flowers, perfumes and other legends told for generations and  generations even after its fall. But it was during this time of its utmost grandeur that  the Prophet came to them.  

By the time the Prophet entered Tula, His fame had been told among Tula long before  He actually walked there. People had been waiting. And when they heard of His  coming to their lands, they lined the valleys and hillsides in masses so much so that  most of the villages of the great land had been emptied. Knowing how much He loved  flowers, they filled the air with perfumes and “rained” flowers upon Him as He entered  their land. As He walked over the petals that lay on the road, people would flock to  pick up the pieces that He had walked on, hoping to keep even a single petal for their  memories.  

When He reached the gateway into Tula, they say He paused a moment to take in the  beauty of the city. The leaders led Him to the Hill of Loud Out Crying, Tzatzitepec.  Here they put Him on a seat of honor were He sat to watch the ceremonial dances  performed for Him. But then He started to speak and the people were absolutely  amazed as His voice carried far and wide so that all could hear Him. They say that  after His greetings to all, he denounced their position of slavery asking them “do you  expect to enter into the gates of Heaven carried upon the backs of your slaves?” And  He continued on telling them there should not be wars or hatred as He had walked  among their enemies teaching them the way of peace. 

*The author of this book believes that Quetzal Coatl (the Lord of Wind and Water) was  the Prophet. He says that at the time the Prophet walked among the Toltecs, they  were at their greatest height of power. During this time the “Bow String of Power” was  presented to the Master. He started choosing His twelve disciples as He had done  with all the other nations that He had visited. One of them would be elected the leader  upon His departure. He dedicated a temple to the One God whom He called the Great  Spirit, the “Mighty One Who Has No Image.”  

Then He started changing all the other temples over from their previous state of idol  worship. He abolished the sacrifices and refinished each room with precious stones  and metals. For example, the south was used silver and pearls, the west symbolizing  the sunset ocean was done in turquoise and emerald. They abandoned slavery at His  request. They changed their ancient dances now to become living prayers and praise.  War, slavery, hatred, and sacrifices were over and the people sang in celebration.  

There is a story told that a War Captain that returned after a battle afar off. When he  returned, upon not having his usual welcome and sacrificial rituals, he became rather  aggravated. When he and his men were gathered together, grumbling about the  current conditions, they were told they were wanted in the Temple.  

 Upon reaching the temple, he saw how the rooms had been changed from dark and  horrific into walls full of color and beauty. This was when he realized that he had not  been taken as prisoner as his men had suggested. He saw the one known as the  Feathered Serpent and knew something was different about Him. Everything that he  thought he would say was suddenly gone, no longer applicable in this situation.  

At this point, the Prophet told him that he did not need to say what he was going to,  that He could read the Captain’s thoughts. The Prophet told him about his fear of his  country losing its power and that there would be nothing to fear as long as they left the  Law of the Jungle behind and “converted” over to the new Law. Then his people would  be happy and no more need of the army.  

The Captain didn’t like what the future would look like, his thoughts were on when his  country would meet its end. The Prophet answered back in a strange tongue. “In  memory, young Macoa, I am in a tangled jungle, where a little boy was clawed by a  tiger….” The Captain reacted in astonishment and stared at the Healer with puzzling  eyes.  

Then the Healer started again, “It is not this or that nation which matters. Tribes will  change; they merge and mingle. To look through the eyes of the tribe is the small  view. Yea, Tula will die as will Ek-Balaam. Other great nations will grow and vanish,  but their blood will go on living. The jade and pearls from this very temple will  someday go into jewelry for human adornment, but among the people throughout the  nations, my words will go on living. 

“ You think I seek the Bow String of Power. For what? Food? Fame? Carnal living?  The first two I have never lacked. With the last, I have no interest because it is not of  My Father. With the means of life, I am the teacher. The ends belong to the Almighty.”  

At this point the Captain bowed to his knees and took off his helmet, swords and laid  them down with his shield. He whispered in a voice, quiet and awestruck, “Forgive a  mind which has been blinded. Forgive me, Oh Teo-wahkan.”  

*In the ancient days of the Tula, men who were not physically fit to fight in the army  were trained to be the “jesters”. One day, these men came before the Prophet. He  saw into their pain behind their laughter and reached out for them, healing them with  His touch. After this, they would never leave the Healer, being around Him at all times.  After a short time, they realized that something was weighing heavy on the Healer.  They started doing things to try and lift His spirit. But nothing seems to work. They  decided to ask Him what was troubling Him so deeply. Their first questions was why  was He constantly looking over in the bushes, did He happen to see something there?  

He answered that He saw an earthquake that was very violent. The buildings of Tula  are crumbling and the end of Tula was coming. They asked why He didn’t tell the  people. He replied that it was still far in the future and there was nothing they could do  to stop it.  

 They asked when this would happen and He said He would tell on the day that He left  Tula. They could not believe that He was actually planning on leaving. He answered  them that there were still other tribes that needed His teachings, stating that He must  continue doing His Father’s Will. Against His wishes, somehow the people found out  about His future leaving and a great depression came over them. His followers later  asked if He was going to tell the people and He said He was at His final oration. At this  point, He told them that they would not be able to follow Him no longer and they just  said that they would see.  

*There are still parts of His final word to these people that have come down through  the generations. He started His speech with appointing the new Quetzal-Coatl. After  the rituals of ordination, the Prophet finally began His final words. He told them of His  deep sadness for these people and how He loved being among them.  

 He then began to speak of the visions He had seen. He explained to them that most  were of the future and had to do with the sacrificing. He told them of the earthquake  that would happen many generations later. He talked about how there were drums  inside of the mountains that the dancing Sacrificers were beating. He told them He  would be but a memory and to watch for these signs. To watch Popo, the Smoker and  when he becomes restless then they would need to leave their beloved Tula, taking  with them their books and learning. They were to take these books and hide them in  caves prepared in the mountains for future ages to find. 

He then talked about another great city which had forsaken the One God and strange  happenings were taking place in Tula. Then the retribution would come. The volcano  would erupt and then no man would see it ever again. He talked about how the earth  

would shake fiercely, how the sun would be hidden in darkness and a new volcano  would be seen at night, spewing lave into the air.  

 Everything in Tula would fall and crumble. Then the Sacrificers would reenter into the  city and plunder it taking the riches that had been kept there. He said one cycle of the  visions was done. Later many invasions would take place, from the restless Serpent,  the Takers of Men, the Sacrificers. He talked about how He had tried to teach them,  but they would turn from His teachings and return to war and sacrifices would be done  again.  

Then He continued on, “There is a cycle beyond this one, if they do not heed this  warning. Before that cycle comes upon them, there is a man pale of feature and like  unto me-bearded. Trust him not. He is not Kate-Zahl. he leads the Sacrificers into  battle. he calls himself Huit-zil-po-chitli: the Bearded One Who Conquers. He shall  later meet with a great warrior, and shall himself become a sacrifice to the Idol of the  Tiger. Now the Sacrificers march to power. Go, my people, to the Jungles. Hide your  treasures in the deep caves, especially the ancient histories. most books have gone  into hiding as the cycle spirals in horror, except those spared by the bloody  priesthood. Learning has been conquered by the Law of the Jungle. But each day  speeds the Retribution!  

“Mark you well, for there shall be portents. A strange star shall cross the heavens, and  all the people looking upward, as the time grows ever closer, shall remember tonight  and the words of Kate-Zahl. To one another, they shall whisper: ‘I fear the time has  come upon us. Woe unto the Sacrificers.’  

“The year is that of Te-Tec-Patl. When the dawn star, Cit-lal-pol, sometimes called  Tlauiscal-Pan-Ticutl, crosses the sun for its thirteenth crossing, after the Fall of Tula,  then will you know this Cycle is ended! That you may remember what I am saying, I  have caused to be carved a giant dark boulder, highly polished and marked forever  with the Dawn Star’s Future Cycles. This rock has been placed in the Temple.  

“Massive is the rock, and well-calculated to survive the time of earthquake and pillage  far into the Time of the Future. Upon the top is the thirteenth-Acatl. Remember this  date! It is the Time of Warning. With the binding date comes the retribution. Stand with  me in the Year of Te-Tec-Patl.  

 Look across the Sunrise Ocean. Three ships come like great birds flying. They land.  Out come men in metal garments, carrying rods which speak with thunder and kill at a  distance. These men are bearded and pale of feature. They come ashore and I see  them kneeling. Above them I see a Great Cross standing. That is well. If these men  are true to the symbol they carry, you need have no fear of them, for no one who is 

true to that symbol will every carry it into battle.  

“Therefore hold aloft your Great Cross, and go forth to meet them. They cannot fail to  know that symbol, and would not fire their rods upon it, nor upon these who stand in  its shadow. Well they know that what is done to my people is done also unto me.  When the years have come to their full binding, the metal tipped boots of the strangers  will be heard in all the bloody temples. Then throughout the Broad Land has begun the  Third Cycle.” And it was the year of Te-Tec-Patl that Cortez arrived and the season of  blood began. 

Christ in America  

Michigan Tablet depicting Christ’s crucifixion. Tablet is made of a clay material, fired or  sun dried, in the archives of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, Salt Lake  City, Utah. Photograph ©, courtesy of David A. Deal. 

cross/tomb  

Above: Obverse side of Burrows Cave stone: Son of the Right Hand (b) is being carried  from the cross to his tomb (c). Just above his body appears the mark (b) which identifies  the figure as Christ. Below: The reverse side: Son of the Right Hand (h) is victorious over  death through resurrection. He has spent three days (f) in the tomb (g). He now is en  route to His Father’s house (i) according to the King James Version, St. John, Chapter  20:17, when He was met by Mary Magdalene. Artifact property of Ancient American.  Photograph ©, courtesy of Triple A Productions.  

Burrows Cave stone with both Michigan Marks, Son-of-the-Right-Hand and the Mystic  Symbol, portraying Son of the Right Hand (Christ?). Artifact is in the possession of  

Ancient American. Stone measures approximately 3″ diameter and fits in the palm of the  hand. Photograph ©, Triple A Productions. 

Mich dragon+Christ  

Above: A scene demonstrating the opposing sides these two figures represent. Above the  dragon is the mark associated with Son of the Left Hand. Above the figure holding a  spear is Son of the Right Hand. The Son of the Right Hand’s sign is synonymous with the  Mystic Symbol and is interchangable as demonstrated below on the Michigan tablet  shown. Below: On the right side of the tablet,, the Son of the Left Hand mark is at the left  hand of God (as it faces you) signifying that figure’s name or station. On the right hand of  God (as you look at the tablet) is another figure which shares the Mystic Symbol with  God, indicating a shared identification with this sign. The Son of the Right Hand mark is  not present as God and this figure are united in purpose and are therefore identified by the  same sign., Photos ©, courtesy of David A. Deal.  

 Interpretations of the glyph  

found at both the Burrows  

Cave and Michigan Tablets  

Collections:  

 * Mystic Symbol * God and Son of the Right Hand   * Mark of the Michigan Mound Builders * Deity or God  

 * Son of the Right Hand * God and Son of the Right Hand  

per, Archives of the Past, March/April, 1994 issue #5, entitled,  

“The Mystic Symbol Demystified”. 

Traditions of a mysterious, bearded visitor from overseas have been current across our  continent since pre-Columbian times. The universal image of this man, depicted as an  influential religious leader, has fascinated me for twenty years, during which time I  conducted my investigations among every Native American willing to discuss his or her  tribal history with me. Through them I learned that the mythic memory of this light skinned (often referred to as white-skinned), robed man occurs in ancient myth among  numerous Indian peoples.  

But his story is found most frequently in North American legends, which reveal more  infor- mation about his appearance and the nature of his arrival. In Middle and South  America, he was known respectively, as the “Feathered Serpent” (the Mayas’ Kukulcan and Aztec Quetzalcoatl), and “Sea Foam”, Kon-Tiki- Viracocha, to the Incas. North of  the Rio Grande River, he is generally referred to as East Star Man, Peace Maker, Pale  One, Dawn Star, etc.  

Native accounts tell of his arrival from the direction of the rising sun, after which he set  up a priest- hood among his followers, known as the “Wau-pa-nu” (the spelling is  phonetic). They were said to have healed the sick and instituted new laws. Blood sacrifice  was for- bidden and replaced by the use of tobacco, today an important element in all  traditional Native American ceremonies. Among many eastern tribes, East Star Man is  regarded as the son of the Great Spirit, the Creator.  

I first learned of this Son of the Great Spirit from Ricardo Baeza, an Ojibwa medicine  man in Golden Valley, Minnesota. He approached me after my lecture about the  Michigan Plates. Collectively, they were associated with Daniel Soper and Father  Savage, early preservers of a large group of cop- per artifacts and stone tablets unearthed  from numerous mounds throughout the state of Michigan, beginning in the late 1800s.  The objects, today scattered across the United States and Canada in mostly private  collections, feature portrayals of familiar scenes from mostly the Old Testament and three  or more, undeciphered, written scripts, together with depictions of what appear to be  persons from Europe or the Near East in hostile interaction with Native Americans.  

Although condemned out of hand as fraudulent by the archaeologists, the so-called  “Michigan Plates” or “Soper Savage Collections” continue to intrigue independent  antiquarians, who believe the artifacts were made by an Old World religious community  in the upper Midwest during the 4th Century A.D or earlier. In the 1950s, Henrietta Mertz  was the first researcher to identify the “tribal mark or mystic symbol” which commonly  appears throughout the collection.  

Following my Golden Valley slide presentation of the Michigan Plates, Mr. Baeza told  me that he could actually read some of the glyphs that appeared on the Soper-Savage  tablets, explaining that their symbolic meaning was part of his tribe’s sacred tradition. He  added that the so-called “mystic symbol” represented the name of the Creator’s son,  pronounced in the Ojibwa tongue (reading the cuneiform characters from right to left) as  “Yod-hey-vah”. This name, he said, really has an additional syllable, but the fourth is  pronounced only once a year in a sacred ceremony, and then only by a tribal holyman in 

the great lodge. Mr. Baeza’s explanation sparked my memory of an article by Ancient  American author, David Deal, in Ancient American’s Stone, Clay, Cop In his investigation of the Michigan relics, Deal was able to convincingly translate from  the quasi-Hebrew script the name of two sons of a deity-figure featured on the tablets as  “Son-of-the-Right-Hand” and “Son-of-the-Left Hand.” The tablets’ internal evidence  unquestionably demonstrate two opposing groups of people represented by two  individuals, one good, the other evil. Both of these individuals carry identifi- cation  marks which appear on many but not all of the plates’ biblical scenes. These well- known  moments from the Old Testament clearly identify each sons’ proper role.  

For example, on the so-called “creation tablet,” where Adam is apparently brought to life,  the Son-of-the-Right-Hand’s mark is included as part of this positive event. But on  another plate, where he and Eve seem to be ejected from the Garden of Eden, the Son-of the-Left-Hand’s mark floats above them, suggesting calamity. This simple but lucid  marking of “good and bad,” or “righteous and evil,” is recurring throughout much of the  Michigan collection.  

Above: A Burrows Cave stone with an unknown style of cuneiform writing identically  found on many of the Michigan Tablets. Photograph ©, Triple A Productions. 

Deal writes, “Of course the two sacrifices,one for Yahweh and the other for Azazel  (Leviticus 16), are indicative of the two brothers, as well. The stories throughout the  Bible of the two brothers from Cane and Able, Isaac and Ishmael, Jacob and Essau,  Mannaseh and Ephraim, etc., all point to the same allegory. The fact that the Michigan  Christians of the Fourth Century A.D. were aware of this angelic conflict and modern  Christians are not, is the major point to ponder.  

“The modern doctrines would not allow such an interpretation. Of course, not many  Christians actually use the name Yahweh in their worship either, but when the New  Testament says that the accuser is before the Father daily, making accusations, and that  the Messiah is seated again at the right hand of the Father, acting as an advocate, they  should, perhaps, reconsider this concept. The point isn’t about to become embroiled in a  theological discussion, but to realize that the doctrine pictured on these tablets, does not  conform to any Christian religion of this day and age (including 1874). Therefore, the  possibility of fraud is diminished to nearly zero, by this fact alone.” 

The Michigan relics came to public attention in 1879 when they were reported in a state  newspaper. But for thirty one years before, Father Soper had been collecting them  throughout the state. From 1848 to 1920, the relics continued to be accidentally  uncovered by local people clearing forests and building roads. Over the course of more  than seventy years and across twenty seven counties, thousands of slate, clay and copper  tablets continued to emerge. Written testimonies and sworn affidavits accompanying  many of the discoveries were officially recorded, mostly by farmers who plowed them up  while working their land, and not by trained archaeologists, who were neither available  nor open-mindedly disposed enough to even give their authenticity the benefit of a doubt.  They claimed then, as they still do, that the Michigan tablets must necessarily be fake,  because no one from the Old World could have arrived in America before Christopher  Columbus.  

Their fossilized mind-set was examined in Ancient American Volume 2, Issue Number 9,  May/June 1995, page 31, by Kenneth Moore. He addresses the claims of hoaxing these  artifacts by citing the work of two brothers named Scotford, who probably faked a few of  their own reproductions of the Michigan tablets. But Moore also points out that although  it is reasonable to expect some forgeries with any collection of this size, it must be  remembered that when fraudulent duplicates of this kind are made they are usually 

copied from original artifacts. More revealingly, the first Michigan plates to be found,  already in the many hundreds, at least, were already being collected before the Scotford  brothers were even born!  

By 1920, the scholars of the day had academically crucified several men and women who  would not stand down concerning these artifacts. Some colleges and private museums  actually destroyed their Michigan tablet collections by casting them into local dumps. In  the decades following that wholesale destruction, the Soper-Savage discoveries lapsed  into almost total obscurity, and might have been utterly forgotten, save for the  independent research of two American writers, Henrietta Mertz and Milton R. Hunter.  

The books of Henrietta Mertz continue to be prized by readers interested in pre Columbian arrivals in the New World by overseas visitors. Her Pale Ink, an examination  of possible Chinese contacts in British Columbia 2,000 years ago, and The Wine Dark  Sea, re-thinking Jason and the Argonauts as transatlantic voyagers in quest of a South  American Golden Fleece, are still sought after by diffusionists. But Mertz was a  professional trained in forgery identification, and it was in this capacity that she was  challenged to either prove or disprove the authenticity of the Michigan tablets.  

After 30 years of research, her conclusions were about to go into print, but she passed  away unexpectedly before publication. A few years later, her nephew released Henrietta’s  Mystic Symbol, Mark of the Michigan Mound Builders. The book argues that the  Michigan relics are largely authentic, and urges their preservation as genuine relics from  a lost American civilization. During her long years of research, Mertz was able to track  down a large number of artifacts originally collected by the Catholic priest, Father Soper.  After his death, they had been sent to Notre Dame University for storage.  

In all, some 4,000 such items were shipped to Notre Dame in poorly packaged cracker  barrels. About 2,500 objects, more than half the collection, were badly damaged in transit  to the university. Originally made of brittle clay, many fractured and broke, often  crumbling to pieces. Henrietta requested permission to examine their surviving collection  with an eye to its ownership. She was allowed to research the artifacts in the company of  a Catholic priest, but university officials were reluctant to give them up for purely  academic purposes.  

In the midst of her investigation, the Father with whom she had been working on the  Michigan tablets was coincidentally contacted by missionaries from the Church of Jesus  Christ of Latter Day Saints, commonly known as Mormons. Aware of their second  scriptural book (the Book of Mormon) that testified to the presence of Christ in America,  the priest invited them to inspect the Soper-Savage collection. Intrigued, the missionaries  wasted no time in contacting Milton R. Hunter of Salt Lake City, Utah, a researcher of  American antiquities.  

After several months of communication and visits to Notre Dame, the school officials  chose to turn over the collection to Hunter rather than Henrietta. She was nonetheless  afforded enough time with the artifacts to complete her research for The Mystic Symbol. 

Elliot Soper, son of Daniel Soper, offered his father’s collection to Hunter after having  learned of Notre Dame’s transference of its artifacts.  

Hunter’s expanded collection of Michigan plates and related items is today warehoused in  the historical archives of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, in Salt Lake  City, Utah. Their historical department recently allowed Ancient American staff and  Triple A Productions to photograph Mr. Hunter’s collection in its entirety for continued  study.  

Enter Burrows Cave 

n 1982, a discovery apparently unrelated to the Michigan tablets was alleged to have been  made by Mr. Russell Burrows of Olney, Illinois. He claims to have found a cave in the  southern part of his state loaded with the treasures of foreign visitors who crossed the  seas from the Near East, Europe and Africa about 2,000 years ago.  

He claims the site is also a rich repository of stone records belonging to some unknown  people who possessed a high level of culture. I have known Mr. Burrows since 1993, and  compiled a photographic library of some of his items, which number over 2,000 such  stones. I personally examined about half of them, and have concluded they are authentic  artifacts. Although he refuses to divulge the location of his cave, the sheer number and  sometimes fine workmanship of the artifacts he allegedly took from the site tend to  support their identification as genuine artifacts.  

Even so, many of my fellow diffusionists have condemned the Burrows Cave finds as  part of a hoax. Admittedly, the tangle of frustrating obstacles, legal and otherwise,  preventing any kind of access to the location’s whereabouts have disenchanted very many  investigators. But the full story of Burrows Cave, while yet to be told, is gradually  unfolding with the gradual release of objects never before seen, and someday we may  learn everything there is to know about this site. There may be a parallel here with the  Dead Sea scrolls, discovered in 1948. Even now, a complete accounting of this find has  still not been disclosed to the public.  

Mr. Burrows telephoned me two years ago to say that he had purposely withheld some  inscribed stones from sale because of the imagery they featured; namely, identifiably  Christian scenes, mostly Old Testament. He was uncomfortable with these items, because  he feared critics would use such obvious themes to further debunk his discovery. Mr.  Burrows knew some Indians had knowledge of Old World traditions and Old Testament  stories. But what concerned him was, as he put it, “the Jesus stones.”  

At my request, he sent me photographs of them, and I was able to compare their images  of evidently Old Testament themes with similar representations found on the Michigan  tablets. I was astonished to notice that both sets not only featured scenes of Jesus Christ,  

but also the same “Mystic Symbol .” The same symbol appears in southern Illinois  62 years after the last published information concerning the Michigan mound builders  using this identical mark. Approximately 20,000 to 30,000 Michigan artifacts were  excavated from 1848 to the 1920’s, compared with the 6,000 to 7,000 Burrows Cave  stones of southern Illinois removed between 1982 and 1986. These fundamental facts 

render any possibility for either collection being a hoax extremely remote, if not  impossible.  

The predominant glyph found on the Burrows Cave objects is the so-called “Helios  symbol,” coined by epigrapher, Paul Shaffranke. Even this important character is found  in conjunction with the Michigan symbol to suggest some type of inter-action between  these two otherwise distinct groups. Maybe these glyphs have the same meaning. There  appear to have been vital differences between these two groups of ancient Americans:  non-Christian imagery dominates the Burrows Cave stones.  

Still, there are legitimate doubts among our own diffusionist supporters concerning these  “Christ stones,” due largely to some relatively minor variations in the placement of  glyphs, together with the anomalous appearance of a particular symbol on the Michigan  objects. Clearly, much work still needs to be done in any comparisons of these two  diverse collections. But the evidence of the Michigan Tablets and Burrows Cave stones  suggests that some fundamentally important culture-bearer visited our Western  Hemisphere in pre-Columbian times.  

Creation Tablet: A Michigan plate  

depicting Old Testament scenes which  

demonstrate the use of and correct  

understanding of the marks (Son of the  

Right Hand and Son of the Left Hand) as  

they are applied to various scenes  

throughout the Michigan tablets and the  

Illinois stones. 

Mystic Symbol  

“And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have  dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and  over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creep- eth upon the earth.”  

GENESIS 1:26  

Son of the Left Hand mark  

“But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall  not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die. And the serpent said unto the woman,  Ye shall not sure- ly die: For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes  shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.” GENESIS 3:3-5  

Son of the Left Hand mark “And Cain talked with Abel his brother: and it came to pass,  when they were  

in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.”  GENESIS 4:8  

Son of the Right Hand mark  

“So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and  female created he them.”  

GENESIS 1:27  

Son of the Left Hand mark  

“Therefore the Lord God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from  whence he was taken. So he drove out the man; and he plac- med at the east of the garden  of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way to keep the way of the  tree of life.”  

GENESIS 3:23-24  

Son of the Right Hand mark  

“And Abraham stretched forth his hand, and took the knife to slay his son. And the angel  of the Lord called unto him out of heaven, and said, Abraham, Abra- ham: and he said,  Here am I. And he said, Lay not thine hand upon the lad, neither do thou any thing unto  him:… GENESIS 22:10-13