He'e'Na en Yahweh ~ The Golden Indian

He’e’ Na en Yahweh
~ The Golden Indian ~

He’e’ Na away….
All tribes go to Spirit

He’e’ Na en Gaia way….
All tribes are Spirit of Earth way

He’e’ Na en Yahweh….
All tribes are Spirit of God

I had a phone conversation with my cousin, Kim, going back many months. She likewise has the sight that I have. I was experiencing a great awakening and wanted to turn my awareness up. The way in which spirits were becoming apparent to me was just fine and I had no fear of any of them, after a while, daemon or not.

During my phone conversation with Kim, the Native America Indian Spirit that had appeared to and frightened her all her life showed up, and then seemed to use her for a channel. At that point she broke into a chant song for several minutes. I wrote down what she said..... “He’e’ na aw ay, He’e’ na aw ay”. Later I researched this as best I could via the internet, but found nothing. I knew I needed to find a Native American who could translate the phrase. I threw the piece of paper into a basket of other tidbits and there it stayed for quite awhile.
I met Raven at Greg’s company’s holiday party the previous January of the year before, 2004. The next time I went through the basket I found the piece of paper and knew that I needed to call Raven. I phoned her but only got the message machine. I left a message but never heard back from her. Somehow I got a feeling that she had indeed gotten the message but wasn’t about to translate the phrase for me because she knew what the implications were. She thought it better that I did not know what it meant. But that was of no consequence because I already intuitively knew in general, just not the precise meaning. Back into the basket it went. It apparently was not the right timing.

A few months went by and my cousin was having some trouble with the spirits in her life. She agreed to come down and let me do a healing session with her. During the session, the Indian spirit appeared to me and I acknowledged him, and decided I would deal with him later on. Later, I forgot all about him; however, he had not forgotten about me!

In early March I was out in the back parking lot at Greg’s. I took note of all the many cracks in the asphalt; this was a sign of a good deal of underground movement. I was wandering around and there was a crack in the pavement that was shaped like the fish symbol for Jesus. I walked over to it, closed my eyes and stood there a few minutes. Suddenly there was a flash in my mind’s ‘eye’ and I could see a full scene of an Indian encampment. I just knew that this spot, despite how many times I had pondered it, was the exact spot I was to work from.
My attention was averted to the edge of the lot beneath the three birch trees that I thought of as guardians of the realm. That is when I saw the apparition of the “Golden Indian with the twelve Golden Feathers”. He said “He’e’ Na away” as he waved his right hand over the ground and then up to the sky. I looked at him and repeated “He’e’ Na away He’e’Na away”. I turned and ran into the house to write it down and as I ran through the house repeating “he’e’na away, he’e’na away” as to not forget it, I somehow felt that I had heard these words before, but I could not remember where at the time. I’m certain Greg looked at me strangely as I ran by the bed he was lying on. But then by now he was getting used to some of the strange things I was doing lately.... so no matter.

I wrote down the words phonetically and went back outside. The Indian was still there and I needed to find out what he wanted. I intuited that “he’e’ na away” meant that I was to clear the land of unrest and souls who had not gone up to the light for whatever reason. I had been doing enough clearing over the past few months within the house to know that this is what was needed. This land had been an encampment for the Miwok Indians. Spanish Conquistadors had come through and slaughtered the Indians. A few conquistadors died as well. In my vision I could see them as partially clothed and partially skeletons and the positions they were laying in, were all a tangle. There were many strong and angry emotions still with them as well. I saw it all as a thin veil of an energetic imprint laying over the present physical reality and there was no mistaking it.

I asked the ‘Indian’, “he’e’ na away?” and waved my hand over the ground and then up to the light, meaning just this piece of land. “He’e’ Na away” he said. “All of the Miwok?” I asked. “He’e’ Na away” he repeated shaking his head “No”. “All the tribes in California”, I asked. Shaking his head again, he repeated “He’e’ Na away”, his arm waving over the ground and up to the light again. “All of the tribes in North America?” I asked again. “He’e’ Na away” again he said waving his arm. “All the tribes in the Northern Hemisphere?” again I asked. “He’e’ Na away” he said again, seeming to know that I was getting the picture. “he’e’ na away” I said and asked if it he was referring to the whole of the Earth? He nodded his head “Yes” and said “He’e’ Na away” waving his hand in a large circle and raising it up to the sky, into the light, smiling that I understood the job I needed to do.
It was becoming more apparent that the job the Angel on my couch wanted me to do was being imposed upon me. Oh, I could have turned, shaking my head “no” and walked away from it all. But I believe that they, all the Ancestral Guardian spirits, were all banking on me, my heart and my spirit, fate and destiny that I would do what needed to be done. They knew I was strong, and committed to doing whatever I could to help the Great Mother. This I had proven on the Camino. They knew my strong love for Greg and that it would see me through, just as they would stay close by to protect me. And I wasn’t going to get out of this anyway, so what was the use of fighting it… it was easier to just follow along… well into what appeared to be my own destruction.

My life had been guided to a place where I had nothing else to do so I might as well jump in with both feet. So I ushered in what they would later tell me was the first part of the “Rapture”! This was the accounting for what had been going on in Greg’s house. There had literally been a flowing river of lost, restless and all manner of souls flowing right into the center of the living room and into the vortex. This was a first in the history of the world and I was “flying by the seat of my pants”…. I had no idea what to do with so many, nor did I know how to keep them from impacting the two of us and our relationship, and it was all going to ruin really fast.

One sunny day, in order to prove that they existed, Spirit seemed to be guiding me to notice the shaft of sunlight that was coming in the front door of Greg’s apartment. I had some incense burning and Greg was smoking and as the smoke filtered through the sunbeam, we could see the faces of the spirits “morphing” in the smoke. Greg said casually that he could see them too, and it was then that I remembered a comment his buddy, Geoff had made about Greg being able to “see faces” in everything…. the trees, the rocks, the whole of nature. I thought that comment odd, and not connected to anything we had been talking about at the time. But it stuck in my mind and came back to me at just the right time.
However, there are those who claim they cannot see the faces. So apparently, it becomes a matter of how open a person’s mind is to seeing something like this. The majority of people will claim they cannot see them at all. My son Niko said he could not see the faces, Jesse, on the other hand, said he could. I thought that was very interesting.

This was enough proof for me. It was quite remarkable and simply amazing to see. I had made it so that spirits could be seen in any place by using a beam of light and floating smoke through it. This also was one of my sneaky ways to see if Greg was seeing what I was seeing and he was! After all, this was going on in his apartment… all of this was swirling around us in his place. This was a very intelligent man I had here, and over and over, I found it nearly impossible to believe that he had no knowledge of any of this. That, I found to be completely impossible! If the energies and entities were impacting me, then certainly, they were impacting him too. It apparently was impossible to escape and I watched, heartbreakingly as much went awry with Greg and I and our home together.
It wasn’t much more time before the “Grays” showed up, I believe to help me because this influx and rapture was destroying everything between Greg and me, through my behavior and efforts to make this scene better. I was failing and the enormous amount of spirits were impacting Greg and I and coming between us. Greg blamed it on me, as did everyone else and said it was my “erratic behavior” but he wasn’t aware of the fact that I could see the spirits flowing into him, I had kept this aspect to myself. I knew they must be getting into me too! I did my best to put up all kinds of protection all around the house and our bodies, but what it took I just could not keep up with, let alone disturb his apartment any more than I already had. I was starting to become afraid of losing him and I could not get him to understand even though he had a little experience with ‘spirits’ in his past. What was in the apartment however, was on a grand scale. I was rapidly losing everything to this “job” the Angel offered me. Again I had to ask myself, was the Angel in my living room Michael, or was he Lucifer? Either one would know that this was the job of a lifetime.... my lifetime and my lifetime was being destroyed rapidly and now I was losing not only Greg but my children too. My heart was in terrible grief and pain and I felt horribly abandon by Spirit. So no matter who the Angel was, good or bad, my life was crumbling and none it seemed, etheric or otherwise, would show up to help me.

If the Angel was Michael, I was being tested for my dedication and commitment for the Greater Good, for the Greater Whole. If the Angel was Lucifer, this would be the perfect way to destroy me by saturating the house with daemons and having everything crumble into “ash and dust”, but why me? This made no sense at all. I just got to the point where I could not tell anymore and there did not seem to be anyone, live or spirit, around to help me out. I just wanted it to all go away and be done.

The question remained, if these were dark energies, and I was a good person, who had done well all my life, why were they coming to me, to us, and why would they wish to destroy me? I worked the picture from all sides, trying to be objective, logical, rational and consider all possibilities. But each and every time I went through it, I always arrived at the same conclusion. The total picture was what it was, and there was nothing that was going to deter or alter this course of Fate and Destiny. It was going to unfold, unravel, and come completely unglued and unhinged and nothing I was going to attempt was going to make any difference. It was going to play out and I just needed to stay out of the way as much as possible, which was an entirely impossible feat.

After I dealt with the Golden Indian, I called Raven to ask her about “he’e’ na away”. This time I got her on the phone and explaining that I needed her help she agreed to do whatever she could to help me. I addressed the daemon business in the house briefly and then launched into asking her the meaning of he’e’ na away”. Her first reply was “Where did you get that?!?” with some alarm. I said “Wait a minute, tell me... This has never been spoken by anyone in the twelve Native American tribes, but they all know about it?” “That’s right” she said, and asked again, “Where did you get it?” I said… “…and tell me, the first person to say this is going to be a white person and that person is the ‘chosen one’?” “That’s right!” she said with some insistence, “now where did you get it???” “From the Golden Indian with the Twelve Golden feathers who appeared to me in the backyard” I said feeling somewhat ridiculous about the backyard part. “That is the Prophecy!” Raven said with some resolve. I would have thought the fulfillment of a major prophecy such as this would have appeared in a much grander form. But I guess things had gotten so bad here on Earth that Spirit just had to go with what it had to work with! There was humor in that as well. Was it another “co-incidence” that all this was taking place in the city of the “ArchAngel of Healing”, San Rafael?

Raven went on to say that Greg had a “skinwalker”, and it needed to be dealt with immediately and that this accounted for a lot of the troubles he and I had been having with the spirits. I thought this was interesting being that I had not told her anything about the friction between Greg and me, especially since her husband worked with Greg. I felt it was a matter of confidentiality. I did, however, agree to go to her home; and I looked very much forward to the experience and meeting with Raven. What I ended up receiving was quite a “horse of a different color”.