NEWSLETTER JULY/AUGUST 2019 - A NEW WORLD IS COMING

Humanity has been pouring all its hate, anger and fears into Mother Earth and she is now reacting in a fierce way. In the next two years Earth changes will become so great and so catastrophic that you will not be concerned about politics or other worldly news.  Did you know that our consciousness, our thoughts create our world? There are 7.5 billion humans on the planet now and if we are all putting negative energy into our beautiful planet, what do you think this is doing to her? Human aren’t the only reason for Earth changes. Human technology and pulse waves and Planet X traveling through our solar system and its magnetic pull are all causing greater activity in the planet’s molten core. She is out of balance and so are we!

The recent 6.4 and 7.1 earthquake in Ridgecrest, Southern California in the Mojave Desert was a wakeup call for us. You have heard the predictions of great Earth changes coming over and over again. Some of you have taken them with a grain of salt. You have not thought they would happen to you. It’s always someone else in another state or part of the world. What would you think if you awake someday to find that a huge tear happened in California or in another part of the world? Would that be enough to shake you to the core? Enough to restructure and revalue your lives?

The signs and warning are everywhere! We are seeing increased catastrophic Earth changes—volcanoes erupting worldwide, huge earthquakes like the recent 7.1 earthquake in the Mojave Desert of Southern California, continued mysterious booms, huge fissures forming in East Africa and  Yellowstone Natl. Park, strange sightings in the sky, and Biblical signs, like fish returning to the Dead Sea. On June 27, I was given a lucid dream about a powerful earthquake along the coast where the ground moved one foot. Although the 7.1 earthquake didn’t happen by the coast, it did move the ground several inches. The dream was symbolic So. California or an earthquake yet to happen on the coast where the Earth moves 1’ foot—and that’s catastrophic! Many people wrote to me that they experience headaches and dizziness before the 7.1 quakes, feeling the stress waves in the Earth.

Native America Medicine women and spiritual leaders have warned us that if we do not change—if we do not make the shift in values and realize that without Mother Earth we could not be here, then Earth, it her love to reach a higher frequency, will bring about a cleansing that will balance the planet and the grids again. There is the potential for many people to leave the planet in an afternoon. Maybe when this happens everyone will begin to wake up to what is going on and honor Earth again as a living, sentient being—Gaia. What happens to our planet depends on how willing everyone is to change.

Indigenous people recommend that we learn their teachings. Explore them through sweatlodges, sacred ceremony, Pow Wows, vision quests and drumming. You are coded to ritual, when you perform ritual. Your body begins to remember who you are and what you know.  When Grandmother Clara of the Amazon was visited by the Star Beings, they also confirmed that the timing of the Event will bring about a new world—a mass awakening of humanity to our cosmic origins and intergalactic relationships will take humanity to our cosmic origins and intergalactic relationships. Earth will be cleansed of the accumulated negativity caused by humanity’s greater orientation to the material world and to technology, which has caused us to lose our connection to the spirit World and to nature. We are destroying our planet and ourselves as a result of our materialism. Our imbalance is causing more wars, disease and disharmony.


The 13 Indigenous Grandmothers have been told by the STAR BEINGS that Earth’s changes will bring about an awakening of spiritual consciousness. It’s time that we awaken to the connection of All Things in our World and realize how unique we are and our planet.  Learn how to detect a big earthquake.

Stay safe everyone and trust your intuition in these fast changing times.

Betsey Lewis

Psychic, Astrologer, Numerologist and Earth Mysteries Investigator 

Betsey Lewis

THE PAIUTE LEGEND OF THE HAV-MUSUVS BY BETSEY LEWIS      (right photo of the snow covered Panamint Mountains)

This story is included in Betsey's latest book STAR BEINGS on Amazon.

  

There is a Paiute legend that describes a city beneath Death Valley and the strange people who lived there known as the Hav-musuvs. In 1948 Paiute elder named Oga-Make related his account of a tribal secret held by the Paiute Indians who inhabited the Great Basin and Mojave deserts of Utah, Nevada and California in a magazine which was carrying numerous articles on the mysterious “signs” or “fires” in the skies which were causing an enormous amount of confusion and debate for years leading up to 1948.

Oga-Make related the following legend about a people who lived thousands of years before white men set foot in North America. “…Most of you who read this are probably white men of a blood only a century or two out of Europe. You speak in your papers of the Flying saucers or Mystery Ships as something new, and strangely typical of the twentieth century. How could you but think otherwise? Yet if you had red skin, and were of a blood which had been born and bred of the land for untold thousands of years, you would know this is not true. You would know that your ancestors living in these mountains and upon these prairies for numberless generations, had seen these ships before, and had passed down the story in the legends which are the unwritten history of your people. You do not believe? Well, after all, why should you? But knowing your scornful unbelief, the storytellers of my people have closed their lips in bitterness against the outward flow of this knowledge. 

“Yet, I have said to the storytellers this: now that the ships are being seen again, is it wise that we, the elder race, keep our knowledge to ourselves? Thus for me, an American Indian, some of the sages among my people have talked, and if you care to, I shall permit you to sit down with us and listen.

“Let us say that it is dusk in that strange place which you, the white-man, call ‘Death Valley.’

The interviewer passes tobacco…to the aged chief of the Paiutes, who sits across a tiny fire from me and sprinkles corn meal upon the flames… The old chief looked like a wrinkled mummy as he sat there pulling upon his pipe. Yet his eyes were not those of the unseeing, but eyes which seemed to look back on long trails of time. His people had held the Inyo, Panamint and Death Valleys for untold centuries before the coming of the white-man. Now we sat in the valley which white-man named for Death, but which the Paiute calls Tomesha—The Flaming Land. Here before me as I faced eastward, the Funerals (mountains forming Death Valley’s eastern wall) were wrapped in purple-blue blankets about their feet while their faces were painted in scarlet. Behind me, the Panamints rose like a mile-high wall, dark against the sinking sun.


The old Paiute smoked my tobacco for a long time before he reverently blew the smoke to the four directions. Finally he spoke. “‘You ask me if we heard of the great silver airships in the days before white-man brought his wagon trains into the land.’

“Yes Grandfather, I come seeking knowledge.” (Among all tribes of my people, grandfather is the term of greatest respect which one man can pay to another).

“We, the Paiute Nation, have known of these ships for untold generations. We also believe that we know something of the people who fly them. They are called The Hav-musuvs.”

“Who are the Hav-musuvs?”

“They are a people of the Panamints, and they are as ancient as Tomesha itself.”

 He smiled a little at my confusion.

“You do not understand. Of course not. You are not a Paiute. Then listen closely and I will lead you back along the trail of the dim past. When the world was young, and this valley which is not dry, parched desert, was a lush, hidden harbor of a blue water—sea which stretched from half way up those mountains to the Gulf of California, it is said that the Hav-musuvs came here in huge rowing ships. They found great caverns in the Panamints, and in them they built one of their cities. At that time California was the island which the Indians of the state told the Spanish it was, and which they marked so on their maps.

“Living in their hidden city, the Hav-musuvs ruled the sea with their fast rowing ships, trading with far-away peoples and bring strange goods to the great quays said still to exist in the caverns. Then as untold centuries rolled past, the climate began to change. The water in the lake went down until there was no longer a way to the sea. First the way was broken only by the southern mountains, over the tops of which goods could be carried. But as time went by the water continued to shrink, until the day came when only a dry crust was all that remained of the great blue lake. Then the desert came, and the Fire-God began to walk across Tomesha, The Flaming-Land.

“When the Hav-musuvs could no longer use their great rowing ships, they began to think of other means to reach the world beyond. I suppose that is how it happened. We know that they began to use flying canoes. At first they were not large, these silvery ships with wings. They moved with a slight whirring sound, and a dipping movement, like an eagle.

“The passing centuries brought other changes. Tribe after tribe swept across the land, fighting to possess it for a while and passing like the storm of sand. In their mountain city still in the caverns, the Hav-musuvs dwelt in peace, far removed from the conflict. Sometimes they were seen in the distance, in their flying ships or riding on the snowy-white animals which took them from ledge to ledge up the cliffs. We have never seen these strange animals at any other place. To these people the passing centuries brought only larger and larger ships, moving always more silently.”

“Have you seen a Hav-musuv?”

“No, but we have many stories of them. There are reasons why one does not become too curious.”

“Reasons?” asked the interviewer.

“Yes. These strange people have weapons. One is a small tube which stuns one with a prickly feeling like a rain of cactus needles. One cannot move for hours, and during this time the mysterious ones vanish up the cliffs. The other weapon is deadly. It is a long, silvery tube. When this is pointed at you, death follows immediately.”

“But tell me about these people. What do they look like and how do they dress?”

“They are beautiful people. Their skin is a golden tint, and a head band holds back their long dark hair. They dress always in a white fine-spun garment which wraps around them and is draped upon one shoulder. Pale sandals are worn upon their feet…”

His voice trailed away in a puff of smoke. The purple shadows rising up the walls of the Funerals splashed like the waves of the ghost lake. The old man seemed to have fallen into a sort of trance, but I had one more question. “Has any Paiute ever spoken to a Hav-musuv, or were the Paiutes here when the great rowing ships first appeared?” For some moments I wondered if he had heard me. Yet as is our custom I waited patiently for the answer. Again he went through the ritual of smoke-breathing to the four directions, and then his soft voice continued:

“Yes. Once in the not-so-distant-past, but yet many generations before the coming of the Spanish, a Paiute chief lost his bride by sudden death. In his great and overwhelming grief he thought of the Hav-musuvs and their long tube-of-death. He wished to join her, so he bid farewell to his sorrowing people and set off to find the Hav-musuvs. None appeared until the chief began to climb the almost unscaleable Panamints. Then one of the men in white appeared suddenly before him with the long tube, and motioned him back. The chief made signs that he wished to die, and came on. The man in white made a long singing whistle and other Hav-musuvs appeared. They spoke together in a strange tongue and then regarded the chief thoughtfully. Finally they made signs to him making him understand that they would take him with them.

“Many weeks after his people had mourned him for dead, the Paiute chief came back to his camp. He had been in the giant underground valley of Hav-musuvs, he said, where white lights which burn night and day and never go out, or need any fuel, lit an ancient city of marble beauty. There he learned the language and the history of the mysterious people, giving them in turn the language and legends of the Paiutes. He said that he would have liked to remain there forever in peace and beauty of their life, but they bade him return and use his knowledge for his people.” 

I could not help but ask the inevitable, “Do you believe this story of the chief?” His eyes studied the wisps of smoke for some minutes before he answered.

“I do not know. When a man is lost in Tomesha, and the Fire-God is walking across the salt crust, strange dreams like clouds, fog through his mind. No man can breathe the hot breath of the Fire-God and long remain sane. Of course, the Paiutes have thought of this. No people know the moods of Tomesha better than they.

“You asked me to tell you the legend of the flying ships. I have told you what the young men of the tribe do know, for they no longer listen to the stories of the past. You ask me if I believe. I answer this. Turn around. Look behind you at the wall of the Panamints. How many giant caverns could open there, being hidden by the lights and shadows of the rocks? How many could open outward or inward and never be seen behind the arrow-like pinnacles before them? How many ships could swoop down like an eagle from the beyond, on summer nights when the fires of the furnace-sands have closed away the valley from the eyes of the white-man? How many Hav-musuvs could live in their eternal peace away from the noise of white-man’s guns in their unscaleable stronghold? This has always been a land of mystery. Nothing can change that. Not even white-man with his flying engines, for should they come too close to the wall of the Panamints. A sharp wind like the flying arrow can sheer off a wing. Tomesha hides its secrets well even in winter, but no man can pry into them when the Fire-God draws the hot veil of his breath across the passes.

“‘I must still answer your question with my mind in doubt, for we speak of a weird land. White-man does not yet know it as well as the Paiutes, and we have even held it in awe. It is still the forbidden—‘Tomesha—Land-Of-The-Flaming-Earth.”

An article appeared in the September 1949 issue of FATE magazine, titled Tribal Memories of the Flying Saucers. Oddly, the same legend was repeated by an old prospector named Bourke Lee in Death Valley Men (Macmillan Co., New York, 1932). Lee stated that the story was not legend, but a factual account of the discovery of a (now abandoned) city within the Panamint Mountains which had been given to him by three men who claimed to have seen this ancient city beneath the desert.

Those who investigated Bourke Lee’s account believed the story of the ancient lake within Death Valley, the ancient city, and a massive tunnel-like boat docks above the ancient shoreline on the eastern slope of the Panamints, which led into an ancient city filled with artifacts and perhaps gold. They swore this ancient wonder really existed.  Great lakes existed in California 15,000 years ago or more.

Could the story of the Hav-musuvs been one piece of the puzzle to the mysterious aerial phenomena seen in the desert throughout this century, including some bizarre human abduction stories?  During the fifties and sixties many people claimed to be so-called “contactees” where they met benevolent human-like beings who emerged from flying disks near the Panamint Mountains.  Two types of alien beings have been encountered—the small Grays and the Nordic-Blondes. It has been suggested that they have underground bases in the Mojave Desert and even work with the U.S. military at Area 51. It’s interesting to note that Edwards Air Force base near Rosamond occupies 470 square miles, also located in the Mojave Desert is Fort Irwin Military Reservation, China lake Weapons Center located outside Death Valley which occupies 19,600 square miles, and the Marine Corps Air Ground Combat Center outside Ludlow in the Mojave.   

I have driven through the Mojave Desert at night and witnessed many weird lights dancing in the sky. One night a dark figure darted across the highway and vanished in the desert. It looked human, but it was running on all fours. Many of the UFO sightings could be military testing experimental aircraft, but that certainly wouldn’t explain the Native American legends and sightings during the 1800s that continue to this day. This fall 2019 I plan to interview Paiute elders in Southern Nevada about this story and their connection to Star Beings.  Betsey