by 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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. 8½ years on the black
side, to know the enemy - you know, the dark side. 2½ 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
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
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.
Heyoka Society started ages and ages ago, when some kids were
getting in trouble within Nations, and some Elders got together and
“What are we going to do with these kids?”
You know, juvenile
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
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
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.
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
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 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
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
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
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.
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
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
[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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 “stunned”, 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
[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.]
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
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
Time, like with the watch on your hand, that type of time, and
parallel times, are both identical in works. And I can easily
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
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
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
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.
Anyway, what it does is, it creates a force-field that would lift
anything there, that’s within that beam, up. And, just like any wind
blows anything, it gets thrown to the side.
And that’s what happened there [referring to the mystery dimes].
So, it literally cuts through all parallel times - all the cards in
the deck - in one spot. And there are, again, many of these spots. And
that’s how it goes.
Gail Cortright: So that dime was from a parallel time?
Red Elk: Right. Now, understand the parallel time idea: say you
blink here, and hit a little boy on a bicycle and kill him. On
another time stream, you don’t blink; on one of these many - there are
trillions of these parallel times for every moment of your life - so
on. A parallel time, you didn’t blink, and the little boy is not hit,
and he grows up to be President of the United States or whatever. Do
you understand what I mean?
Gail Cortright: Yes.
Red Elk: Now, the Creator’s mind is enormous - so vast, so
unbelievably way beyond, way above the comprehension of mankind,
that He can keep track of every parallel time.
Every single human being, on any planet, whether they look like us
or not, has a path. And it is what they do on that path, that there
is something opposite, or in-between, of the same human being, on
another parallel time.
So, think of all the breaths you’ve taken. Think of all the events
in your life - well, you can’t - just an event like getting in the car
and driving down the road and turning left. In another reality you
go straight. In another one, you don’t go anywhere. In another, you
turn right. In another, your car breaks down.
Gail Cortright: Right.
Red Elk: But the Creator has them ALL. He knows every one. I don’t
know how many people are on our planet, on our particular planet,
but there’s got to be over two, and nevertheless, He has it all
worked out, other paths, of other people, who are called you, in
other situations, parallel time situations. So it’s all kind-of
Oh, I love the Guy. He’s a Cool Head. I really love the Creator.
He’s Pop, the Old Man, Topside, He’s Dad to me. He’s more than just
holding at arm’s length. He’s a Guy that I get to crawl-up on His
lap, and give Him a big hug.
Red Elk: A personal relationship. That’s what He wants from
everybody, but everybody holds Him up there, some in fear; it’s too
bad because they’re missing out. This is a Guy who, in His
mind/womb, is both our Mother and our Father.
And then, enter: the wonder of you, bringing YOU into life, through
your mom and dad, who He wanted, through their moms and dads, who He
wanted, just so He could get you.
And not just so He could get you. He wants everybody. He loves
everybody. But what do we do? We stand back in fear, or awe - or in
many, many cases, we give Him “white bread” by saying that we don’t
believe in Him, which is a bunch of bunk.
Everyone was born knowing that there is ONE God.
Anyway, the world - I’m not speaking “Christian”, I’m speaking “the
world” - would be so much better off if they started personally
communicating with Him; and not only prayer, but just chat, like “Hi
Dad, how’s your day?”
“Well, goin’ pretty good kid. I gotta go get some new teeth, though;
got one knocked-out by another kid.”
Gail Cortright: (Laughter)
Red Elk: But He’s that kind of a relationship, and the world can
Gail Cortright: Right, absolutely.
Red Elk: And that brings us to another point. The point being, we
are not alone! Not only are there many trillions of parallel times
on this particular planet, but there are many, many planets in
times, dimensions, and planes.
A lot of those people - you wouldn’t even think that some were a
living human of any sort, but no, they are our brothers and sisters.
They are made in that shape to fit the environment of the planet
they’re from, their Earth. And He has parallel times there, too.
This is a Mind that is just incomprehensible. And don’t play chess
with Him. That would be so stupid. (Laughter)
Gail Cortright: Well, you know, a lot of people ask
- since you’re
talking about Creator, I’ll just ask you this real fast, so you can
get back onto your story. But a lot of people will call here and
ask: “What can I do to prepare?”
And, normally they’re meaning “How much water should I buy?” or “How
much food should I store?” or something along those lines. What I
tell them, in my opinion, is that the best thing anybody can do to
prepare is to work on and have an unbreakable connection with
Red Elk: A relation, yes. And you’re telling them, actually, the
only truth that matters. People have come to me, over the years, and
asked the same question. And they’re talking “survival”. And that’s
great. But how do they know how long they’re going to survive? You
could put the phone down and drop dead.
Gail Cortright: And you can have all the survival stuff that you
want, and if you don’t have that Connection to get your own
Guidance, it may not do you any good.
Red Elk: Like on
Mr. Bell’s show, I said everyone has their own
path, everyone will be warned in their own way. And the fact is, not
only is that a true statement, but instead of running around in
fear, get your spiritual growth to the Creator act together.
Gail Cortright: That’s right.
Red Elk: And I have people who have sunk almost $300,000
- a husband
and wife - they’ve literally gone flat-out broke building a special
house to survive.
Gail Cortright: An underground shelter?
Red Elk: In this case it’s burmed, but nevertheless, close to it,
heavily burmed above, as well as three sides. But, you know, I say:
“This is all good. This is fine. This is wonderful. I hope you
aren’t downtown buying a cup of coffee!”
Gail/Rick: (Laughter) Right, exactly.
Red Elk: But if they were, and it did, that house was not meant for
them. They spent all their money. There are no accidents. It was
meant for a survivor. So, there’s no accidents.
They give me a great kick, you know. They bought this HUGE
generator. I say “Wow, why have you got the generator?” They say “Man, when the electricity goes out” and blah, blah, blah.
And I said:
“When the electricity goes out, and blah, blah, blah, so
goes the gasoline, and the roads, and the way to get the gasoline.”
Gail Cortright: That’s exactly right.
Red Elk: I can’t believe these people!
I have seen what the most probable future is. I don’t go into the
future; I’m taken into the future. I do teach people how to go
forward, and advise them only to go into the next 24 hours, because
that is the zone that the probabilities are so closely related to
today, it will probably be the one that is actually going to happen.
I tell them, two days, the probabilities are spread out a little
more, and three, even greater. So, anything beyond three you cannot
count on; there are so many probabilities - you can blink here, and
hit the boy - anything during those 3 days.
The next 24 hours is another story; it’s so close. And, by doing
this, I teach them how to fast-video their next waking moments, from
the time they wake-up to the time they go to bed.
Well, you can’t learn to do this and sit-up, let’s say 12 hours,
learning what the next 12 hours of wakefulness will be - you’ll be
asleep during that time!
So, I teach them how to fast-forward, and ask the Creator to stop,
or slow down, when a problem is coming up - a quarrel, an accident, or
whatever. And if you can’t catch it, then ask them to back it up and
run through it very slowly.
You can, literally, change the greatest probability for tomorrow
simply by doing so. Turn left, instead of going into the area where
you would have had an accident. Tell each other about the greatest
probability of a quarrel coming up, and you can stop the quarrel
because you realize, oh-oh, here are the signs. You understand what
Rick Martin: Yes.
Red Elk: And, in truth, if you do this on a daily basis, and pay
attention, you can have a really great and wonderful life. You
wouldn’t spend money needlessly; you would stay home if you needed
to; you would take your children out of school that day, or what
not, because you’re looking at the greatest probability. You change
the future. You change the path, simply by being aware of what that
particular future path of 24 hours is.
But many people have asked me, would you please foresight my life? I
say: “Not a problem. You’re going to live until you die, and the
rest of it is all Christmas presents.”
Red Elk: I tell them, flat-out:
“No, I won’t go any further than
And it’s true. Life is meant to be full of surprises, good or
bad. And let them experience it. Why should I take the greatest
probability of their life and share it with them? It is only the
greatest, it is not the ONLY probability. And if they turn left,
instead of right, they change that greatest, automatically. And,
frankly, what their future holds, I’m not that brainy that I can
look at ALL THE PROBABILITIES over the years; only the Creator can
But the next 24 hours, He says:
“Oh, the medicine man, I’ll let you
look there, safely. And you can teach it, safely.”
Rick Martin: The thing that I’m most curious to know about, so I
might as well ask that first, and then we can back-up and go from
there. In your booklet you say, a few months ago you were contacted
by members of the
Federation of Planets. And they informed you that
we - I presume, here on Earth -
Red Elk: Right.
Rick Martin: - caused a split within the Federation.
Red Elk: That’s what THEY think.
Rick Martin: Can you explain that?
Red Elk: Oh, understand that other human beings from other planets
have DNA’d us, over the years. Not necessarily personally, one
planet coming and doing it. But because it started, originally, with
the very first planet, which was not this Earth, and the very first
people of that planet, again, which was not of this Earth. This is
a, relatively speaking, fairly new planet.
When planet # 2 came up, when
the Creator kicked that one out - like
an egg, you know, in a mountain chicken - then it kind-of evolved.
Well, by the time they got evolved, pretty fair, # 1 planet was so
evolved, and so commonly gone “technical”, instead of “Godnical”,
they decided to go have fun with Mickey.
So, they went down and said:
“Hey, these seem like pretty primitive
people. Let’s go over and use them to do our work, clean our toilets
and serve us.”
And they started DNA-ing their blood into them, and
making them half-breeds, and then using the result to better their
life in an ungodly way.
Rick Martin: Are we talking about
Red Elk: Not yet, we aren’t even born yet. Earth is still sitting
way back there in God’s Creation Mind.
Now, this goes on and on and on. Mickey grows up and does it to
number 3 planet. Number 1 does it to number 3 planet. And then, you
know, it just carries on and on and on.
Eventually, everybody’s got everybody’s blood, bloodline, weak here,
weak there, strong here, strong there. But, nevertheless, every
human being - and I’m not speaking Earth alone, I’m speaking everyone
with soul, and there are more than I can count, but then again, I
have trouble counting past two - every single one of them are
intermixed with the rest.
In Indian language, we call this mitakuye oyasin (we are one
relation). And we are not referring, in that sense, to all beings
throughout all Creations, beginning to now. We are also referring to
the worm, the tree, the weather, everything else, without which we
would have a hard time making it.
But then again, when people hear
mitakuye oyasin, in their minds,
“Yeah, we’re all people of this planet.”
Some of them
have got brains enough to realize we’re all people of this planet,
plus everything that makes up this planet. But few realize that we
are all of EVERYTHING made-up, everything - that includes other
planets’ people, other planets’ trees, gases, whatnot, everything.
Because other planets
- if they’re made up of, say, pure acid, or pure
gases - Scripture says: “God is in all things.” It is He who gives us
everything that makes us, whoever we are, from whatever planet we
are, survive. And all things have life, have awareness, a
So, we are connected to absolutely everything ever made, and is made
to this time, everything.
Unless I got off the track, did that answer your question? I don’t
remember the question.
Rick Martin: The question concerned the split among the
Red Elk: Aho. Ok, that does not answer your question.
Gail Cortright: (Laughter)
Red Elk: But it does lead to it. Therefore, all the Federation peoples, the so-called wise men and elders of various planets,
belong to the Federation; not all planets, this is just a
Federation. There are others that won’t have anything to do with it,
they got their own thing goin’. But, nevertheless, these people all
see that you and I, here on the planet called Earth, have everything
in us, everything, including themselves, no matter what themselves
happen to be - Draconian, Pleiadian, or whatever. So, they all lay
claim to us.
Now, we have the “Unholy Four”, who claim us to the point that
they’re more than willing, and have, and are, and am, at war,
fighting everybody because they want us.
[In his booklet called The
Agendas, Red Elk describes the Unholy Four as being:
the Bee People (Greys), the Gargoyle race, and
the Conquistadors who came to America and planted a flagpole to say
it belongs to Spain; it’s that type of deal - very arrogant, very
So it boils down to them playing with DNA and so on; it all boils
down to you and me. And everybody wants a piece of the action. It’s
either, leave us alone - and nobody wants to, especially the Unholy
Four - or, somebody gets to win and control us, and the vast majority
do not want that. So, the best thing to do is to kill us, wipe us
off, no more problem.
So that’s where we stand. Win or lose, that’s
where we stand.
THEY have created the problem, but believe it’s we who are the
problem. If they hadn’t screwed around in the first place, we would
have evolved naturally, and be only our own problem. Do you
Rick Martin: Yes.
Red Elk: And nobody’s great threat.
Gail Cortright: Do you think that’s part of the reason it has taken
us so long to evolve?
Red Elk: Honey, we have not taken so long to evolve. If you want to
see those who are on the evolution path, go talk to Sasquatch,
are our original people.
Gail Cortright: I remember you saying that on the Art Bell show.
Red Elk: Adam and Eve were the first “evolved” through
DNA, of them, Sasquatch.
Gail Cortright: So, we’ve evolved from Bigfoot?
Red Elk: No, no, no. We WERE Bigfoot; they modernized us
brains, different bodies, and everything else.
Gail Cortright: Oh, I see.
Rick Martin: These other off-planet beings.
Red Elk: Somebody piddling around with good little ole’ people of
Earth, now blaming us for their problems. And I’ve gone to the
Federation. I’ve stood there before the Federation. And - and you can
put this in - I chewed their butt royally for their screw-ups.
And, afterwards, when I came back from this meeting, I got a phone
call from one of the others of our planet who belongs to the
Federation. This gentleman said:
“Red Elk, I know you couldn’t see
me for all the vast number of people, but I and others of this
planet were there and heard you. And I/we wanted to thank you. We
have always known that what you said was needed, but we feared, and
you have no fear.”
So, what was said, was said. I’m not too well liked up there. I’ve
only been up there three, maybe five times, tops. I get on their
butt like I get on anybody else’s who’s screwing-up. Even worse, I
get on my own.
I feel real bad when I screw-up.
Gail Cortright: (Laughter)
Rick Martin: Somebody has to speak frankly to these beings,
especially if they are, quote, “looking out for our own best
Red Elk: They aren’t. They’re looking out for
THEIR best interest!
Gail Cortright: Right, right.