Sulu...The Revelation Pt. 1

When I was seven years old I was sent into the world of mystery and imagination, otherwise known as the heart of the reservation. I spent time around the Ganado and Steamboat, AZ area, and what I thought was the worse part of my childhood was actually the essential.

The majority of the time I was left alone at my grandmothers home in Kinlichee, AZ, and loneliness plagued my young mind. But there was one constant that I could always depend on and that was my grandmothers record player. Music saved me from going crazy, but this is another story. The other constant were the visitors that came by the house.

My grandfather was there but he lived in a separate home from my grandmother and he wasn't hesitant in telling me how I wasn't wanted there. But I dealt with it.

Hank Mannie was my original grandfathers biological brother and he was the one who ignited the fire that would eventually consume me. "Why can't you be Johnny Cash?", he used to tell me because he knew of my deep affinity for the Man in Black. But what got my real attention was the stories he used to tell. Stories of the Gods and Twin heroes that protected the land from monsters. White shell woman and her journey to the sea, and especially the Gods in the sky.

One thing to keep in mind is that as a child I spoke my Dine (Navajo) language exclusively. The elders only spoke Dine which kept me ingrained in my culture.

"They are watching us, especially in the dawn. Before the sun rises you wake up with your medicine bag and when the first ray of sunlight comes, you offer prayers and then pinch some corn pollen", he instructed me.
I am ever grateful for my grandfather's teachings.

What I never forgot was the stories of "the Gods in the Sky". He told me that they used to live with us long ago and gave stone tablets to our brothers, the Hopi, to watch over. Furthermore, he told me of people who came from the big waters and how our ancestors used to fly.

Hank was a great teacher, but I also learned from numerous other elders about prophecies from other cultures.

During the summer of 2008 I had enough of all I could get from reading books and hearing from other people. By this time I had been collecting information and stories for years, so I felt that it was time for me to see these places for myself.

My main destination was to see the Hopi Prophecy rock that was located in Oraibi, AZ on the Hopi Reservation, but I was not prepared for what I was going to encounter.

The first day of my trek I left to spend a night at my grandmother's place in Burnside, AZ. My initial arrival there brought up some memories of my childhood which led to visit some old places I spent time in. The places I once resided are so far apart and vast that I couldn't visit all the places I wanted to see but it was very therapeutic.

The next morning I met a friend of mine to go along with me to the Hopi reservation. I had researched this place for so long that I knew exactly where I wanted to go, but once I got into Steamboat I started feeling a little nervous. Soon we were in Keams Canyon and passing on through and got into Polacca. It was here in this town that I met a messenger.

The town of Polacca sits at the foot of a mesa and there is a road that goes to the top. I didn't know what was up there but for some unexplainable reason I felt that I needed to get up there. The road is a steep climb with jagged rocks sticking out into the narrow road, but I was determined. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to come upon.

Walpi, AZ Hopi-Tewa Village

It was the Hopi-Tewa village of Walpi that I came upon. It was like stepping back in time because the people who resided there lived in old Adobe homes. I was amazed with what I had seen. The feeling that had brought me here was now self evident.

There were numerous homes there and I felt that feeling once again. There was a reason why I came here, to this village, and I knew I had to meet someone or something. So we stopped and parked near the edge of the cliff, which was like a 100 foot straight down fall with jagged rocks all the way down. There is also a staircase that led from the top of the mesa all way down to the bottom.

So we parked and walked around the homes and guided by the feeling I had inside. I walked up to a home that had a sign advertising crafts for sale. There was an elderly gentleman sitting outside the home that I walked up to and he greeted us. He hurried us into his home with three other men inside the home. The sad part was that all four of them were intoxicated. But I noticed one of the men looked at me and immediately backed off and disappeared into the corner of the home.

We sat for an hour talking about the painting they were trying to sell and how they needed the money. I told them that we weren't looking to buy any crafts and they began to get a little upset about my reluctance to purchase anything from them. So I began to doubt the feeling that had brought me here.

Then one of them asked why we had come to their village. I told him I was looking for something that maybe I was chasing ghosts. So after about an hour I stood up and informed them that we had to get going. I had planned to be in Old Oraibi before the afternoon but I had got into this conversation that put me behind my schedule.

We walked out and my friend noticed that I was disappointed.

"Maybe you will find whatever it is you're looking for in the next town", I was told. I nodded in agreement. But I was so sure about the feeling that brought me up here.

The walk back to the car all I thought about was how I might be wasting my time here. Maybe there was nothing left here to discover and what I believed was not real. I felt lost and I didn't know which way to go anymore. I stood at the edge of the cliff looking out onto the town below then looked west to second mesa and towards the town where the UFO's had apparently made contact with the Hopi Elders. Maybe it was just all folklore and nothing else. I stood there losing my faith.

Then I heard a voice.

"Hey", is what I heard from behind me. I turned and saw it was the man that had retreated into the corner of the home running after us. His glasses were barely hanging on to the tip of his nose and his sandals made loud floppy sounds as he ran. Some of the residents were now peering out their doorways watching what was going on.

"Wait, don't leave yet", he yelled again. I stood there just watching him make his way towards us. He ran with a red book in his right hand and his left arm outstretched towards me. He was short of breath by the time he got to me. I told him to take some time to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry", he said, "but I got scared when I saw you because I dreamt of you before", he said.

I didn't know how to respond.

"I knew I would see you someday up here, I wish I could have been in a better place of mind when we met but once I saw you, I sobered up right at that moment", he told. "Whatever brought you here you must keep following it and don't lose your faith in it. Its who you are and what makes you different".

He talked about his lineage of being Hopi/Tewa and how he was raised traditionally and left the reservation to go to college when he was younger in Flagstaff, AZ. He came back to the Hopi reservation to relearn his culture and keep his fathers legacy going forward but he failed at doing what he wanted to do. He was lost.

"You will see soon", he told me. Then his eyes got big and he got excited and opened up his red covered book. He ripped out the first page of his book and told me to remember some Hopi and Tewa words for when I came again. He instructed me on how to pronounce it and introduce myself when the time came. Then his eyes lit up again and then he wrote down some poems on the same piece of paper. He was so excited. He was a writer, or used to be he said, before he had his writers block. He said, I had given him back his inspiration.

Faron Sulu, was his name, a man whom I never met until that day was in disbelief of my arrival which shocked him into consciousness. Mr. Sulu had a message for which he could only remember half. I didn't press him hard into trying to remember the rest of what he had to tell me because he was already so upset with himself, but I got what I was looking for.

He was starting to tear up a bit and hugged me. Faron invited me back for the dances and hoped that we could run into one another again down the road but he doubted it. He walked off back into the village disappearing amongst the homes.

I had gotten what I was looking for. After that I knew I had to keep pressing onward. We went into Oraibi and I visited the Hopi prophecy rock. There the feeling was so intense that I thought I was going to lift off my feet and levitate off the ground. I felt 'complete' at the moment. Like I was supposed to be there, meant to be there.

Dan Evehema, one of the last four remaining Hopi elders, had died four years prior to my arrival, he was the one person that I was looking to find, or who I thought I was supposed to find. I never felt a calmness like what I felt when I stood there touching the rock and running my fingers along the etchings of the human timeline.

I still have the page the Mr. Sulu gave me as a homage to our meeting and its a reminder to myself that I was really there and I was meant to be there at that specific time of day, at that exact hour. I listened to what he said, I keep moving on to other things I learned and continue to learn. Maybe its all just folklore but all stories are based on some type of real event and that's what we mustn't forget.

...The Greatest form of Flattery

It is said that "Imitation is the greatest form of flattery", and I must agree wholeheartedly.

The Navajo, like many other Indigenous tribes throughout the world, have ceremonies that require the people performing said ceremony to don masks that imitate the Gods. It was not until after my formidable years that I had a man, whose name I cannot remember, point out that some of the Masks errily reflect that of helmets worn by Astronauts.

According to Dine mythology it is stated the first people to dance on this planet were the insect people. In the first world, the dark world, the insect people were the only people with formed bodies. More specifically the Insect People who were there before first man and first woman were created.

The Ant people are the most dominantly recanted deities amongst most Native American cultures. The Hopi telling in some of their stories of the Ant people assisting them and taking them deep underground to survive the violent endings of previous worlds.

Sipapu in Grand Canyon

One version of the Hopi emergence story is that they came up from underground through the Sipapu. The Sipapu is a hole that comes up from the earth and is said to be located in the Grand Canyon. The second account from the Hopi state that they are survivors from a piece of land that was sunk by the Gods due to the misuse of the technology by the inhabitants of the land. Star beings came down from the sky and took the Hopi people into metal cylinders and sailed them off into the waters. Some of the traditionalist say that when they were at a safe enough distance the people looked back and saw islands behind them sinking into the waters.

This is an excerpt from an article, I came across through my research:

On August 7, 1970, a spectacular UFO sighting was witnessed by dozens of people and photographed by Chuck Roberts of the Prescott (Arizona)"Courier". This sighting occurred after a "UFO calling" by Paul Solem and several Hopi Indians. This sighting was interpreted by some Hopis as being a partial fulfillment of a certain Hopi prophecy given by the Great Spirit Maasau and inscribed on Second Mesa, warning of the coming of Purification Day, when the true Hopi will be flown to other planets in "ships without wings."

Hopi prophecy also tells us that there will be a mass migration. 

The entirety of the article can be read at this link :http://members.tripod.com/~drunken_bean/arizona.html

A Hopi elder poses beside one of the few remaining etchings of what they call "Flying Shields". Flying shields are vehicles the Star Warriors used to get from one place to another, according to the legends of the Hopi. There are also other etchings of the people who maneuvered these machines and want to guess what these creatures looked like? Yes, they had large oval shaped heads with huge almond shaped eyes and a small mouth. Just like all the other drawings found the world over. 

So back to the Ant people that appear in cultures all over the world. If you look at an Ant you can see they have large bulbous head with almond shaped eyes and a small mouth. They are often described as wise and technologically advanced race that often take people up into the sky. The Seneca Nation refer to these "Ant People" as "Little People".

There is way too much here to simply turn away from the chance that ancient beings have visited and taught the Indigenous cultures how to live and prepare for their return one day as they always promised.

The insect people must be taken as real characters, since so many people have stories of interactions with their kind. Ceremonies are based upon connecting back with the Ancients that taught the Native Americans how to live and keep in harmony with the earth. 

And remember..."Imitation is the greatest form of eye-witness recounts"
 

Bep-Kororoti Space Suit

Thunder from Up Under...Part. 1

The emergence story from Navajo mythology talks about people and animals climbing a root that pierced the sky of the third world. The ever mischievous Coyote had stolen the Water Monsters' baby which resulted in the Water Monster flooding the world. Even though the baby was returned it was too late, the world was flooded and the inhabitants had only one way to escape. It was climbing up the root that went through the sky which led out of the ground onto the fourth world.

The Hopi have a story similar to that one of the Navajo and they believe that they heard a thundering sound coming from the sky before they climbed out of the third world into the fourth. They tell that the knocking got louder and louder as they neared the opening of the fourth world. They climbed and climbed until they saw they had reached the end and they peeked out to see that they were actually coming out of the ground also, but when they peeked out they saw a man with a stick digging holes. The loud thundering noise was coming from this man pounding his digging stick into the ground planting corn for the season for food.

Kiva's are ceremonial pits located in the earth, representing being inside the womb of our Mother Earth. Some Kiva's are round while others are square, but the most popular nowadays are the square shaped. The Hopi tribe align their Kiva's ever so carefully and with precise accuracy with the stars in the sky. Most notably with the Orion star system, specifically Orion's belt. 

This is Orion's belt system. These three stars represent the belt of the warrior known as Orion. These three stars have a huge significance in all indigenous cultures around world. Ancient civilizations, such as the Egyptians built monuments to this (The Pyramids of Giza), so did the Mayan's, and even the Ancient Sumerians told stories of their Gods coming down from the sky from Orion's belt. 

 

And the Hopi are not excluded from this. 

A man by the name of Gary A. David wrote a book called the Orion Zone years ago about his revelation of towns and ancient cities located in the Southwest desert, up and around the Hopi and Navajo reservation. He said he was driving one night and all of a sudden it dawned on him that these places were lined up specifically to reflect the Orion Star Constellation. Well that's the short version but he said he found the connection, but he was only half right. 

Yes, he was correct about their being a direct connection these ancients places had with the Orion constellation, but he was wrong to say that he discovered it. The tribes that lived in that area already knew about the connection with the stars. He just revealed something that some of us were lucky enough to hear through storytelling as children and so on. 

This map shows the connections that Mr. David made with the stories he was made aware when he visited the Hopi ceremonial dances in Arizona.

As you can see that Third Mesa, Second Mesa, and First Mesa represent Orion's belt. A planning of this magnitude could only be foreseen and planned out by people who could measure and see it from up above also, just like the famous Nazca Lines of Peru. If you follow the arrow of Orion you will see that it ends up at the Sipapu, which is located in the Grand Canyon and that is where the Hopi say they emerged from. 

End of Part. 1......

Let's Believe...Stone tablets of the Zuni Indians....

Let's say that I invite you to the birthplace of my mother and aunts in Steamboat, AZ, and I tell that when you come to visit I will show something that would blow your mind. A month later you take me up on my invitation and come to have a reservation experience. I take you to the local silversmiths and storytellers that entertain with stories of ancient creatures and people from a time lost in history.

The sun sets for the evening and we sit outside looking over the corn field before the prairie dogs come out to feast on my beautiful fields of vegetables. I walk inside to get my pouch of mountain smoke and rolling paper. When I come back out I bring out a cardboard box and set it in between us.

I roll my smoke and tell of a time when star brothers that came from the heavens used to live among us and teach us how to live properly. You have doubts and you say its a good story, but there is no proof of it.

I tell you to reach into the box and unwrap the object inside. You are a little hesitant at first but you go for it and you unwrap. Its a stone slab wrapped in a cloth with some weird inscriptions carved into it. I tell you its the language that the Gods used when they used to live with the people, but yet you are still trying to figure out what it is that you hold in your hand.

What do you make of it? What you are holding in your hand maybe ancient proof of the star brothers language from the heavens?

Of course, this is all fascinating but what if it is true.

The tablet up above has been affirmed as being an ancient form of Tibetan Sanskrit etched into a slab of sandstone. Apparently it was dug up during an archaeological excavation while they were digging at an ancient pueblo site where a town used to be. The archaeologists claims to have dug it up in a dried up river bed. He had been excavating on the Zuni Indian reservation near Zuni Pueblo in New Mexico.

David Hatcher Childress was the archaeologists who was excavating the Pueblo site. After he discovered the tablet he immediately took the Tablet to Clifford Mahooty, a Zuni Elder, who is a medicine holder for the Zuni Clown Society.

Clifford Mahooty is a well known Star Brothers enthusiast. He was the first Zuni elder to come out and officially state that the Zuni tribe have been hoarding secrets for quite some time about the return of the star warriors and the prophecies of the future. Just the like Hopi Indians and the ever legendary Hopi elders Dan Evehema, Dan Monongye, and Thomas Banyacya. They also too hoarded secrets of the Hopi tribe and their prophecies of the future that are now revealed for the world to see.

Clifford Mahooty has appeared on the History Channel for the Ancient Aliens series publicly stating the UFO connection with his Zuni tribe. He also tells of some awesome stories of UFO encounters on the Zuni Indian Reservation. It seems that back in the late 1930s, a craft had evidently crash landed part of the way up a mesa and had sat for a couple of days before taking off and disappearing. At the time the Indians interpreted the event as being the visit by a “thunderbird” but Clifford mentioned he thought it was a technological craft that was damaged and then repaired by the occupants before flying off.


The odd thing about all this is about the Tibetan connection because in one of the Hopi prophecies they tell of a true white brother heading into the north with a piece of their own Prophecy stone tablet. It goes on to state that the Hopi will know if the person returned to them is their true White Brother by presenting them with the missing piece of the tablet. And the Hopi elders have stated that the Tibetan Monks are the true White Brothers they have been waiting for. In 1974 the Monk 16th Karmapa visited the Hopi tribe on their reservation, fulfilling another prophecy.

So what does this all say about the mythologies and cultures of Native Americans?...That there may be some truth to it all after all. And I am just barely starting with all these connections and revelations that I have known for quite some time. Better for me to share then to keep it to myself.

Until next time....

Information regarding the Tibetan Sanskrit and the Clifford Mahooty UFO crash came from:
http://www.tmv.us/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=467&Itemid=60

Do Navajo's know or remember?

If I were to ask you about what you were doing a month ago on a particular day, I don't think many would remember exactly what is was they were doing. The human mind can only process so much information and store very little more from the experiences that we encounter on a daily basis. So our mind is constantly removing and changing parts of our memory in order for us to keep it complete and meaningful.

The best example I can put out there is everyone has known a person who has passed away. Could be any number of relatives, friends, or acquaintances. This is a person you have known personally for quite some time and they passed due to any number of complications. You remember them talking to you and sometimes you would converse with this person on a daily basis, and maybe even for hours. Think of it as a time you had no way of recording them with a video or voice recorder, but you do have pictures of them. Then time passes and soon enough years pass.

Eight years pass and you run into particular situation where you are once again talking about the person that you lost. Then the question comes up, "What did this he/she sound like?"...And then it happens. You cannot remember the sound of their voice. It bugs you because you know how they sounded, but yet you still can't remember. 

Don't worry, I have that same problem. 

Now we come upon the reasoning for the above mentioned passage about memory loss and shortage, or even compensation. 

May 3 1996, I was attending junior high school in Montezuma Creek, UT, a small desolate town located within the small Utah portion of the Navajo-Indian Reservation. I distinctly remember a feeling of uneasiness on that particular day, I cannot describe as to why I was feeling like so but the feeling was just there.

Little did I know that several miles away to the west of my little town in place called Rocky Ridge, AZ, two deities from Navajo tradition reportedly visited two Navajo women. The adult daughter had been living and caring for her elderly mother since her mother is blind and hard of hearing. In the early morning hours her mother told her about some people that were coming to visit them. Her daughter kept asking her mother who she was expecting. 

Then they heard a sound come from outside their Hogan (Navajo Traditional Home) followed by a gust of wind that entered the home even while the door remained closed. Then the daughter walked outside and came upon two figures. They both had white hair, almost silver like, and one had white skin while they other had blue skin. One stood on the ground while the other hovered about. They talked to her and warned about the diminishing traditional ways of the Navajo and told her that if the Navajo people do not return to the old ways something terrible was to follow. Then they told her to spread the word of their visitation and their warnings to the people. 

Word spread like wild fire about this incident. 

Many ceremonial figures within the community reached out to the ladies and soon Navajo people were making pilgrimages to the sacred site. Not just by the handfuls, but by the hundreds. Navajo's who had relocated to places as far away as Alaska and Canada came back home to pray and leave offerings at the sacred site. 

Word was also spread advising the Navajo people not to leak any information to the media, but soon enough local newspapers ran the story and then it spread again. This time into the nation. Deseret News and the Salt Lake Tribune ran articles, so as did the Denver Post and The Oregon times and so forth. 

Then people started getting upset and frustrated with the coverage. The neighboring Hopi tribe began lashing out and condemning the account stating that it was a simple ruse by the few remaining Navajo residents on Hopi land. It just got worse. Even the Navajo's themselves began questioning the visitation as well. 

Soon it was forgotten yet again. For them precious two months the Navajo people believed once again in themselves. That maybe the stories that some of us grew up listening to had some truth to it after all. Maybe there was something special about our beliefs as well. Maybe. 

But maybe is not a certainty. We forgot. 

It is true that the majority of Navajo people do not even know a quarter of their tradition and mythologies. And there are so many other stories of visitations that have came and went over the past decades but none was ever so popular as the Visitation in Rocky Ridge, AZ. Then Navajo Nation President Albert Hale even visited the site on horse back and declared May 17-24 to be spiritual unity week on the Navajo Nation. Hale himself was later accused of embezzling, fraud, and adultery. 

There are other significant visitations that we should also know about. 

In 1936, a young Navajo woman from Huerfano Mesa was visited by White Shell Woman. According to her White Shell Woman revealed and showed her a special way of conducting the Blessing Way ceremonies. 

Also.

In late 1936 or early 1937, another Navajo woman reportedly also had a visitation with a Navajo deity, this time it was from Hadahoniye' ' Ashkii (Mirage Stone Boy) in Farmington, NM. She reported the deity as a small man about three feet tall and was extremely old. All of his clothing was of a rich, wine color. She also described seeing his skin as being different colors like that of the rocks near her home. 

There seems to be a trend here, especially around the year 1936. But the most significant trend is that we have a tendency to forget such huge significant events in our culture, which is still a living culture. There is no one to blame here but our minds. Because it's our minds who erase and replace our memories with other things WE hold dear and significant.

Although, I think we have to blame ourselves, even if its just a little bit. We kept it a secret and warned not to spread the word and keep these momentous events among ourselves. Even though some say the messages were for all of mankind, so how could we try to keep it to ourselves. Furthermore, I would say that I would put a little more of the blame on the people who heard the stories first hand and seen the initial evidence of the visitations. People who know about something that could help and keep the people informed, but refuse to act.

Maybe I am just like them dogs that keep the all reservation stores occupied, hanging around hoping to be fed or taking home. But no one takes notices nor cares. So we just end up chasing our own tails. 

The information regarding the last two visitations in 1936-37 came from the book:
Navajo lifeways: contemporary issues, ancient knowledge
By Maureen Trudelle Schwarz