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CHRIST WAS IN AMERICA

Evidence exists among Native American cultures and their artifacts that Jesus Christ visited America.  It is surprising how much exists and has been ignored, swept aside or hidden through the ages.  It hasn’t been fashionable to promote Christ or that The Book of Mormon is true.

A book written by L. Taylor Hansen 45 years ago chronicles much evidence gathered.  The author died 33 years ago.  The publisher was kind enough to send me a partial autobiography of L. Taylor Hansen.  Born before the turn of the century, she was inducted into the Ojibway (Chippewa) tribe with blood rites because she sought justice for the tribe from a horrible agency doctor.  As a college student the subject of Indian Legends for a paper was approved by the instructor.  It was then that the Legend of The White Prophet was learned.  At the time it was disregarded as a garbled memory of early missionary instructions.  Ten years later her lifelong gathering effort took place.

Here are some excerpts from the book “He Walked The Americas.”  You draw your own conclusions.  The book is not widely available so if you can’t find it, the publisher information is: Ray Palmer, Legend Press, 9533 Clinton Rd., Amherst, WI 54406, lgpress@hotmail.com

Legends of the Healer, 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.

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.

*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.)

*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.

*In August of 1918, the chief of the Chippewa (East of Lake Huron to the mountains of Montana), 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.

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.  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.  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.

*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.

“Tlazoma,” the Miracle Worker, came to them.  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.

* 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 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.

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.