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Red Elk’s Medicine Message Of
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Worlds: Old Mysteries, Powerful Truths For
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3/8/02 Rick
MARTIN
Movies such as
Journey To The Center Of The Earth evoke exotic images of
strange creatures, precious stones, wondrous waterfalls, singing
crystals, mysterious tunnels, and grand cities. For some
adventurous ones, such exotic themes also stimulate images of lost
cultures, buried archives of secret information, and fantastic
treasures beyond description.
And then there are the
old reports of tall, luminescent, wise beings existing somewhere
within an Inner Earth, visited by men of such unimpeachable
integrity as Admiral Richard E. Byrd. Of course other legends
recount not-so-nice creatures of a dark underworld, the likes of
which you don’t really care to visit. And what about the
super-deep and mysterious caverns and “holes” that some have
explored? What about the reports of strange sounds and bizarre
sights coming from somewhere within these curious underground
locations?
So—what
is fantasy and what is truth concerning that which may or may not
exist beneath our feet?
What about the
technically advanced, often intimidating beings from
elsewhere—called gods (with a small g) in some languages—who seem to
have had a lot to do with the early development of planet Earth and
her lifeforms? Where are they now?
Are there LAYERS, of a
sort, to the structure of planet Earth—like floors in a highrise
office building? And could there be lifeforms—insulated from
each other for various reasons—living within these layers? Or
moving fluently through strata of rock as if in a swimming
pool?
Some profess to know a
great deal about such matters. It is part of their role, at
this time of The Great Awakening, as keepers of ancient knowledge
and teachers of long-hidden Truth.
One such teacher is the
wise Zulu Shaman and Elder, Credo Mutwa, who we first featured in
the October 1999 issue of The SPECTRUM. Another such
gifted soul is the subject of this interview—a most gracious and
interesting character known as Red Elk.
Red Elk is an
Inter-Tribal Native American Medicine Man. He is a
self-described “half-breed” Native American from both the BlackFoot
and Shoshoni Nations, as well as being part Irish and
French.
He is a member of the
Heyoka (hi–OH–kah), a contrarian group of Native American “lost
boys”. He is, furthermore, one of twelve Inner Heyoka.
Red Elk is one of the last nine members of the Red Web Society, who
are working to bring true understanding to Earth. He is
Official Keeper of the Tunnels, Official Keeper of the Pyramids, the
Temporary Caretaker of the Flying-Red-Dragon Drum—a very sacred
symbol of the Hopi nation; he is likewise the Altar Carrier of the
Native Nations. Red Elk is regarded—by both Whites and Native
Americans—as the bridge between the Native people and ALL other
religions—including the atheists. (Now there’s a challenging
position in itself !)
Red Elk was the featured
guest on Art Bell’s late-night talk-radio program on Wednesday
night/Thursday morning December 12, 2001. Those of you who
listened to that program with any interest were probably a bit
dismayed as Art adopted a rather disjointed and impatient (perhaps
even abrupt or rude) manner at times with this very wise yet humble
guest.
Red Elk did his best to
just “go along with the flow” of the evening. The information
which Red Elk attempted to share in the familiar story-telling style
of his cultural heritage seemed to annoy Art, causing interruptions
and derailments that did not allow a most interesting narrative to
naturally unfold.
So, after hearing this
disappointing broadcast, we here at The SPECTRUM invited Red
Elk to share his message in this much more “peaceful” and
appreciative forum—promising no interruptions or other irritating
distractions. Red Elk quickly accepted our written invitation
with a thoughtful return phone call. He then further honored
us by blessing the success of this magazine, and saying this forum
serves an important and unique teaching purpose.
On a more human level, Red Elk is a most
humble and sincere man, with a great, yet often subtle and
self-effacing sense of humor.
(He is also a longtime
accomplished cartoonist—a teller of stories, with humor, in
pictures—with his self-portrait being displayed nearby. This
was lifted from the “signature” at the bottom of a recent written
note congratulating us on the new magazine format for The
SPECTRUM, and encouraging us to: “Now get it on the magazine
stands in a big
way! Aho! ”)
He is coming up rapidly on his 61st year, in
a few months, and has received, by his own recollection, over 41
years of ancient wisdom training.
I asked Red Elk for some additional
biographical information that could precede the actual interview,
and here is what he had to say:
Red Elk: I was born in
1942, in Ellenburg, Washington. At—my mother says from the
first year, I don’t recall it—the Indian’s Yakima Nation, at the
rodeo, their last Wakian (or holy, medicine man) came
and saw me at that year. I don’t recall it, but I do recall
every year since.
In my 4th year, we moved
to Detroit. Before moving, the Elder, who came every year,
came to the family after the rodeo, something he never did before,
ever. He put his arm across my shoulder, and for the first
time in anybody’s memory, spoke English. We didn’t know he
knew how, really.
He told my mother: “One
day, this young boy will grow up to do many great things amongst his
people.” And then he just put his hand on my head and smiled
down at me, and walked off. We never saw him again.
And his people, I’m not
sure if they were the Whites, or the Indians, or what, but
nevertheless, my mother, who despised Indians, all but Chief—we all
called him Chief—she just had a great regard for this gentleman, as
well as all the people in the Nation, of the Yakimas. She
always feared I’d grow up, someday, to be Indian. I never
realized that. I always thought I was. Mom is much more
Indian than I am, but was always fearful that one day I’d go
bush.
Anyway, at 4 it was
predicted that this would be—in short, without saying it, I would be
a medicine man, and evidently Wakian, a holy man, as
well.
And I started my lessons
at age 10. Heyoka means contrary, or the backward people, the
people who go to the beat of a different drum; the people who used
to hop on their horses and say “I hate you” to mean “I love you”;
and they’d hop on the horse backwards and ride off.
I was more or less born
Heyoka. I was kind of wild. I did strange things.
I was raised in Detroit, more or less in the streets, in and around
Detroit. It was kind of fun. People thought I was crazy
there.
I used to belong to what
they called the Hood Blades, one of the gangs in Detroit. In
the gang I was the only one who never had to be initiated.
Initiation was pretty rough. I asked them why. And they
told me, because they thought I was crazy; they thought I’d
kill’em. I don’t know why, I really don’t. They were
afraid of me.
I was a mediator, more
than a fighter. And when I would fight, I would, literally,
take on 3, when someone would take on 1; or I would take on 10, when
someone would take on 1 or 2. And, frankly, the reason for it
was, I knew I couldn’t fight worth a dang, and I was going to lose,
so I was going to go down looking good, fighting a lot more than
I—you know, I couldn’t beat one, let alone all of them, but I looked
good. And it went well with the gang.
In 9th grade I only went
32 days. The rest of the time, nobody could find me because I
was out trapping, and tracking, and hunting, right in downtown
Detroit. They had little fills between factories, and
stuff. I’d be out there with rat-traps trapping quail, and
pheasants, tracking deer alongside the polluted creeks and waters,
right by the big auto factories.
But nobody could find
me. And if I wasn’t out there, I was in the library,
studying. Because they don’t teach people what they should
teach in school. Reading, writing, and arithmetic, and
understanding history, that’s about all you really need—unless you
deliberately feel like you want to be a doctor or a scientist.
But to be able to read right, and do basic math, is all people
need. And that’s all I needed.
Other things here are
much more important to me, the things of the spirit, and the things
of doing, knowledgeable things. In my case, survival
techniques, stealth, hiding and stuff, even as a kid.
But nevertheless, I quit
high school at the age of 15. They called me to find out why I
wasn’t going to school when it started. And I told them:
“Look, I’m going to be 16 here in another 5 months or so, and I’m
going to walk right out the door. So I’m not coming in.
Why waste your time and mine. I have better things to
do.” I had to learn spiritual things, and you can’t learn that
in the school.
My training just went on
the rest of my life. 8˝ years on the black side, to know the
enemy—you know, the dark side. 2˝ years at a
non-denominational Bible college, which was
interdenominational, taught by many, many Christians, and teachers,
denominations, as well as bringing in people from other religions
and stuff—a good education.
In the Inner Heyoka, of
which I’m a member, which is the highest calling anyone can get
into, I am what they call a master envisioner, or a high-master
envisioner. And my training to do that lasted from the age of
10 until, gosh, until ’54. So, I can envision what is
needed. I can’t do things for self, I just had to learn; then
I had to turn it back. I learn these things so that I can
teach these things.
Well, anyway, I’m just a
common Joe. I put my pants on like any other Heyoka, which is
over your head, before you figure out you got them on
upside-down.
Heyoka means contrary,
backwards, the one who does things that go to a different
drummer. Actually, our prisons are full of Heyokas, although
they don’t know that’s what they are—untrained, unaimed
Heyokas.
The Heyoka Society
started ages and ages ago, when some kids were getting in trouble
within Nations, and some Elders got together and said: “What are we
going to do with these kids?” You know, juvenile delinquents,
Indians.
And nothing they were
doing was doing any good because they were so backwards, so
contrary. They decided to make a Boy Scouts of America, in a
sense, for Indians; to make a special society, and they called the
society The Heyoka.
What happened was,
they’d take these bad boys, bad girls, and gave them the unique
ability of “being different”, allowing them to be different, but
under control. Suddenly, these people, these young kids, had a
reason, they had a pride; they weren’t bad anymore. They
belonged to a society, their own.
And, in time of war, the Heyokas, in any
given tribe, or small set of teepees, or whatever, if they were
under attack, the Heyokas would run to the Society teepee, and sit
inside and play bone games, and smoke, and have
fun.
Everybody else out there
is dying, and killing, until somebody would run in and dive through
the door and yell: “Don’t get your bows and arrows. And don’t
go kill the enemy.” And then leave.
And boy, that’s all they
were waiting for. Nobody tells a Heyoka to do a damn
thing. So, they’d do the opposite. And they were good
fighters, especially in the BlackFoot.
Your Heyoka people, most
of those, turned out to be Dog Soldiers, and excellent Dog
Soldiers. And these are people who would take a long line of
horse hair or leather, tie it to their waist, and stake themselves
out—about 20-30 feet of line. And they would go right into the
middle of a battle and stake themselves there, and they would fight
to the death. And usually didn’t die, either. They were
pretty good killers.
And then, the Inner
Heyoka, that is something only the very wisest and oldest Elders in
our Nation of Indians, no matter what Nation, and those are few in
existence who know of the Inner Heyoka, who hear rumors of a society
in existence that has been in existence since (to them) time
became. Most of them have no idea who they are, other than the
fact that these are very, well, I guess you call them very special,
spiritual people.
That’s rumor; they know
about it. But the vast majority of any Indian Nation know
nothing about it. It’s just a very, very few. I doubt if
there’s more than 26 left alive who even have heard rumors of
it.
I was invited to be an
Inner Heyoka. A bunch came to me, men and women, came right
through the door; they were spirits, Indian people. And they
stood there, and I gave honor, and they gave talk. Right here,
right where I’m at.
At that very moment, I
couldn’t understand why these spirits had come to me. Finally,
they asked if I would like to be a member of their society.
And I said “What society is this?”
And they said “Inner
Heyokas”.
And I said “Gee, I don’t
know. I don’t know much about it, at all.”
And they went on to
explain where it started, and what it consisted of. It all
sounded good.
But, I don’t do things
without checking with the Creator. So, I told them that.
First, I’d have to check and see, ’cause I ain’t gonna do it unless
God Himself says so.
So, I did. I
prayed.
And the Creator said
“Yes”. That’s all He said, “Yes”.
And I opened my eyes, and I looked at them,
and I said “Yes”.
And from there on in,
things really started skyrocketing in my spiritual life. At
that time, shortly thereafter, I was taken for a great ceremony and
given the name of Red Elk, which I didn’t like. I can think of
better names for myself. Red Elk, to me, sounded like a very
dumb name. And it was about a year later that I was told WHY I
was given the name Red Elk. Now, I’m very honored.
Black Elk, in the book,
Black Elk Speaks, Black Elk was a great prophet,
Wakian. And he foretold of the coming of the White man, and
how the White man would intersect and intercede the ways, i.e., the
religions, the spiritual touch, as well as life, of the
Indians.
I’ve been given the name Red Elk because I
foretell; my job is to foretell that the White ways are going away,
and the Red ways are returning.
The Black Elk
Speaks gentleman told of how the White man’s religion would
encroach upon ours.
I, in turn, say
now: It is the Red man’s religion—the thirst for the spiritual
touch of the mind, the Face of God, in and through Nature, as well
as to Him, personally, the Way of the True Indian Touch—it’s coming
to the Whites. And, believe me, IT IS!
There are so many
Whites—it’s unbelievable—who thirst. Not all have Indian
blood. There’s a tremendous amount who do, just a little
speck. And they’ve been searching and searching and
searching.
I’ve been ordered to
teach. And Mr. Bell’s show [with over 20 million radio
listeners] kind-of really put me “out-there”. And I’ve got
hundreds of people wanting to learn. I’m starting a website;
it’s raw. The news will go worldwide, how to get in touch with
the Creator—your spiritual growth. The thing that matters to
every man and woman, every child, is not how many cars you can
drive, not how big a house you can own. That’s nice, and
there’s nothing wrong with it. But with nothing but an empty
heart, and a thirst that can’t be quenched, IT IS NOTHING! And
though I’m a poor man, I’m probably a richer man than most men on
Earth.
And so, there it is.
Rick: And, to me, the term
Red Elk also implies the Red Road.
Red Elk: Oh, it does, it
does. Black Elk implies the Black Road. And in the
circle, there’s a cross, or a straight line across, and a straight
line up and down. And one is Red, and the other is Black, and
they intersect.
At one time, there was
only one line, and on each end of the line was a color, the color
Red; and it’s called the Red Road. But then the Black came in,
and crossed over it, just sliced right through it, didn’t break it,
just sliced right through it. That is called the White Road,
even though it’s Black—it’s the darkness of not knowing. And
now, those colors are reversed. Where the Black Road had
Black, it is now Red; where the Red had Red, it is now Black.
The Indian Way of how to
get back to God, in purity, it very much concerns scripture; it
very, very much concerns the Koran; it very much concerns
Buddha. It concerns every religion, regardless of what that
religion thinks or feels or believes about each other. Any
religion, and they ALL, with one exception, all religions, all
cultures, are trying to find the Face of the Creator, and they’re
doing so in their own cultural way.
The one exception are
those who are perfectly possessed, who deliberately want to be that
way, and go against God in all ways. That is the only religion
that is NOT seeking the Creator, and in truth, seeking love.
Those ones seek nothing but power and self-gratification.
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That was what Red Elk
had to say about himself by way of introductory comments.
Quite a bit to think about, don’t you agree?
To communicate with Red
Elk directly, please write to him at: P. O. Box 166, Thorp, WA
98946. Keep in mind that Red Elk has very limited financial
means; therefore, if you would like a response to your
communication, please enclose a self-addressed, STAMPED
envelope. And be patient!
Also be sure and
keep an eye on the www.redelk.org Internet website which, as
it grows and evolves, will be featuring much information about Red
Elk, his messages, and his public activities.
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Now, if you think that
some of my past stories have stretched and challenged your view of
the world, prepare yourself for what you are about to read.
Red Elk’s powerful words of spiritual Truth and universal Insight
stand out like shining gems—perhaps even beacons of Light—to be
discovered along the winding road of his commentaries, discussions,
and personal opinions of shared experience.
You may agree; you may
disagree. Ones should always go within to discern
what is Truth for themselves. But I can say, without
hesitation, that what Red Elk has to offer is fascinating to
contemplate and, in some instances, perhaps remarkable beyond
belief.
[Editor’s note: It
should be pointed out here, as an aside, that this discussion with
Red Elk completely sidesteps the “dangerous” realm of secret
MILITARY underground bases and related shenanigans—a subject well
known to most readers of this publication and to Red Elk.
Those of you who may be new to that subject should at least go back
and re-read Rick Martin’s recent UFO feature series. Rather,
the focus of this interview is other interesting things
going on under our feet—besides what one particular secret faction
of the military are up to, in conjunction with certain alien races
here on planet Earth.]
There are, naturally,
occasional problems with semantics—what we mean by what we
say—especially when addressing complicated or otherwise
multi-faceted topics, and especially those which are often dealt
with through allegory or symbolic imagery. But longtime
readers of this magazine have grown in recognition and discernment
of such matters. It’s unavoidable when spanning vast cultural
issues.
By his own admission,
Red Elk says he often comes across more like a Bible preacher
than a Native American medicine man. Remember that one of his
jobs at this time is the bridging of the gap between
the Native Americans and other cultures. And nowhere is that
artificial gap wider than over formalized religious
differences—differences that don’t truly exist at the fundamental
core of Truth. Cutting through that jungle of differences,
when such arises, takes patience and meeting others at least
half-way.
Red Elk feels that
another aspect of his job at this time of The Great Awakening here
on planet Earth is—no surprise here—the awakening of the great
natural abilities, birthright gifts from God (with a capital G),
that are sleeping within all of us. A truly good
teacher—particularly a “contrarian” of such stature from the
Inner Heyoka—is going to be pretty clever and unexpected and
demanding in methodology to “shake you up” as part of opening up
your mind to possibilities.
And speaking of which,
here’s a first as far as requests go, considering all the various
interviews I have shared in this publication over the years: During
the initial contact with Red Elk, he requested that a woman be
present during the interview, so that the “female perspective” would
be represented. Red Elk feels that the female energy looks at
the world in a different way, thus asking different questions that
may never occur to a male interviewer.
Honoring his request, my
wife, Gail Cortright, joined me on February 15, 2002, for this
lively conversational interview, which lasted well over three
hours. Hold on for quite a ride and, again, make an effort to
always look for the fundamental Truth which Red Elk is sharing—and
don’t get lost in any details you may have trouble agreeing
with.
Rick Martin: What we are curious
about, and all of our readers will be curious about, is the Inner
Earth, and all of the worlds, the supposedly 5 worlds, under
us. And yet, after reading your document [a powerful
24-page booklet titled The Agendas], I want to skip all that and
go straight to the War in the Heavens. But, I guess they’re
both so related, we’ll cover both.
Red Elk: It’s a
doozy.
Rick Martin: Let’s just
jump right in. Don’t hold anything back.
[After some brief discussion with Red Elk
about letting his dog out, and it being “our dime” paying for the
telephone call, he made reference to one of “Mel’s
dimes”.
Here he was referring to
some extremely unusual “1943 Roosevelt dimes” that were discovered
near Mel’s Hole and at another location, in a different state, where
there’s a similar deep hole in the ground. You coin experts
will immediately say: “But there is no such thing as a 1943
Roosevelt dime!” And that’s where things start to get
interesting. These dimes are not supposed to exist—at least
not on this time-line!
Mel’s Hole is a
seemingly bottomless pit on a parcel of private property in
Washington state. It was dubbed Mel’s Hole when Art Bell first
had Mel Waters on his program several years ago to describe the
strange things associated with the hole that was on his
property. After the publicity generated from Art’s initial
program on this subject, secret government blackmail shenanigans
started-up, which ultimately caused the government to now be in
possession of his property.
Art most recently had
Mel on his program Tuesday night/Wednesday morning 1/29-30/02 for a
mindbending update of what had been happening lately with him.
That’s a major story in itself, parts of which will be addressed by
Red Elk as this interview progresses.]
Gail Cortright: What do you
think; did those dimes really exist?
Red Elk:
Oh, certainly. The hole exists, I go there quite
often.
Gail Cortright: How did he
get it out of the hole? Did it come out of the
hole?
Red Elk: Yes.
Gail Cortright: How did it
get out of the hole, is what I wonder.
Red Elk: We’ll talk about
that first, ok? Are you ready?
Gail/Rick: We’re
ready.
Red Elk:
Mel’s Hole, does it exist? Absolutely. I first
visited it in 1961, I believe, when my father and I were way up in
the hills in an old Model-A or Model-T pickup truck. And he
said: “I’ve got something I want to show you, son.”
We drove down from way
up on top of Manastash Ridge, and he showed me this hole. He
said “There’s no bottom.”
And I thought “big deal”
at the time, and then we drove back the way we came.
Nevertheless, I was there. Yes, the hole exists.
[Red Elk posted a note
on the Art Bell Seattle area chat-club, online, concerning Mel’s
Hole. Here’s what he wrote:
“Do not look for this
hole. It is/can be extremely dangerous. It’s name is
Lucifer’s Leap. One of the original holes dug-in by Lucifer to
gain entry to #2 Earth (near the center of the Earth).
It is feared by all
wildlife, and with good cause. Death emits from it. They
Know. Ho.
At the same time, these
deep holes come in pairs. Usually not far from each other,
they are roughly 12-14 miles apart. Just as it is so with the
one here in Washington.
Combining these
Negative/Positive energy holes creates our Earth winds! This
is the “stirring” in the atmosphere above us, Earth “round” that
begets them (winds). Ho.
Other forces (black) are
drawn to the “bad” holes to “inhale” these black energies and also
to refuel their particular ships’ engine needs. The “Black
Light” mentioned (on the Art Bell Mel’s Hole program) is the
expelling of excess deep Earth’s inner energies. A “flushing”
in a sense.
The oppositive (good)
hole(s) do not radiate this black light; instead their light is
purity and unseen. It is there, but unseen. It is our
Earth Mother’s goodness and love that emits from these.
The turmoil of the two
meeting high above is, in a sense, a form of energy warfare.
Each trying to overpower the other, and in so doing the two forces
act as a cooling “fan” to our Earth Mother’s skin. There are
no “accidents”. All is designed to work together—black verses
light equals perfect balance! Thus both are good—i.e., both
are GO(O)D. Ho.
Anyway, Mr. Waters’
[talk] was done in bewilderment—looking for an answer. He
was/is so “stuned”, he needed to know for his sanity. He had
to know. Yes, he did a brave thing. I admire him for
it. Ho. I am done. — Red Elk.]
Why it leaves these strange objects,
dropping them on the ground, this is rather
interesting.
Gail Cortright: That’s what
I found pretty interesting.
Red Elk: They talk about
the black light that comes out of this. Well, this is an
expurging of the black energies of the [level] 2 and 3
inner-lands, Lucifer and his army’s inner-lands. It’s kind-of
a flushing-out. And it IS black! And it creates a form
of—oh, I don’t know—a really strange energy, and it mixes in our
heavens. And this is not the only hole, or set, as you’ll find
out, in existence on our planet. There’s quite a number.
Not far from that hole is ANOTHER ONE, that is also endless, that
exerts an OPPOSITE color, an unseeable color. But those who
can see, see
it. You understand what I mean?
[Editor’s note: Red
Elk is here referring to those who can see the higher-frequency
energies often called etheric energies, like seeing auras around
people.]
Gail/Rick: Yes.
Red Elk:
The two—and these holes are usually 14, oh, not more than
25 miles apart. And the two go into the heavens, and the
atmosphere above kind-of blocks it. And then the two mix
together, and create the beginning of the Earth’s winds.
That’s where our winds are actually born. It’s really
interesting.
Gail Cortright: It’s very
interesting.
Red Elk:
Nevertheless, the other hole—these are so sacred, and so secret,
that the Nations that know of these good holes say nothing about
it. And so far, luckily, the one that is local, that is close
to Mel’s Hole, it’s mate if you want, is unfound. And it will
remain unfound. I’m just revealing that it’s there; I’m not
going to tell where.
And besides, if you want
to go there, good luck with the rattlesnakes. They’ve got good
protection.
But, nevertheless, in
this expurging, you’ve got to comprehend what dimension is all
about. In this case, it deals almost wholly with parallel
times.
Time, like with the
watch on your hand, that type of time, and parallel times, are both
identical in works. And I can easily explain that.
Get a deck of
cards. What are there, 52 cards?
Hold them in your hand,
above a table, and take the bottom card and set it on the
table. Now take the next card and set it on top of the table
card. Envisioning whatever you want, that card is
sinking into the first card. And then, throw that second one
on the floor somewhere.
So you have “merged” two
cards, all the same thickness as the one, but now containing
two. And you do that on, and on, and on, until the end of the
deck.
Therefore, you end up
with only “one” card, with all cards in it. This is
parallel time. This is how that works, as well as physical
time.
Actually, there is no
time at all. Other than seasons, there is no time. But
they both work on the same identical principal.
Rick Martin: Now, you
mentioned on the Art Bell show the time cave. Is that the
other spot you were referring to?
Red Elk: No.
Rick Martin: That’s
something different?
Red Elk: That one, my
friend, tells you what our future is.
Gail Cortright:
Wow.
Red Elk: Or, it can take
you into the past. But let’s get back to the main
subject.
This expurging, the
black light, cuts through the whole deck of cards. Do you
understand?
Gail Cortright:
Yes.
Red Elk: Therefore,
anything within that beam, passing through—human, dog—you know, the
dog that came back to life?
[Editor’s note:
This is referring to one of Mel’s friends who had—the story goes,
told by Mel—placed his dead dog in the hole and then later saw it
alive and well, walking around in the vicinity of the
hole.]
If that’s true, I don’t
know. But if the dog happens to be dropping when that black
light comes, it could be very true.
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