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He Walked the Americas
Legends from the...
(All information is from "He Walked the
Americas" by L Taylor Hansen)
There are a lot of legends that tell of a "prophet"
that taught throughout the continents of North and South America. I am just
relaying some of those here. Please keep in mind this book was written in
50's and early 60's The bluelettering shows where I have quoted directly
from the book.
The first part I wish to take directly from the book
and is titled "A Reminder from the Ancients of the Broad Land".....
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
togeher, 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 lightnings. 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
"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 ChanChan 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
"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-Tah, but we forgot His words.
These legends should help us to look up and
remember."--Shooting Star, of the Hunkpapa
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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 grey-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 yourself if this prophet was actually Jesus, or some
other. Is there where Jesus was going when He talked about going to other
sheep? He stated in John 10:16 (NIV) to his disciples, "I have other sheep
that are not of this sheep pen. I must bring them also. They too will listen
to my voice, and there shall be one flock and one
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 cests 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
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.
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
*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
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 masklike calm of his expression there smiles a secret
satisfaction, a something which to puzzled white men is entirely beyond
story told in the book is about the Great Mound Builders, Decoodah (the last
high priest of extinct Elks, translated and recorded by Walter Pidgeon around
1850) described them as tribes that spoke the Algonquin 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 grey-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 southeas 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, andn 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 millenia? 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
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
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
"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
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
(Sioux) say He gave them their rite of baptism and purificition, 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
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
He wanted to go see them immediately, He was so opposed to war and left with
the merchants. He came upon the Senecas 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
"'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 Porphet, 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. 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 Dacotah 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: I no longer know where to reach Big Tree, the Seneca, or even if he
is 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
according to Decoodah, 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.
He was always called the Feathered Serpent or Eeseecotl among the Algonquins.
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.
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.
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 grainfields. 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.
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 alight 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.