He Walked The Americas
This is the final episode of our trilogy of articles on the Master Jesus and His work. Once again we are grateful to co-worker, Bette Stockbauer for her review (sourced from Share International August ’94) of the book “He Walked the Americas” by L. Taylor Hansen.
Before we begin, though, this is the Editor’s note taken from the end of the article: Benjamin Creme’s Master has confirmed that the Master Jesus did indeed teach for many years in Polynesia and North, Central and South America in the 6th and 7th centuries.
And in the December ’98 edition of Share International magazine this question was asked of Benjamin Creme’s Master: In the New Zealand book “Song of Waitaha”, by Barry Brailsford, the Waitaha claim that a being, whom they call Rongo Marae Roa, planted the seed of peace among their people. That is, they gave up the ways of war and lived harmoniously as a confederated nation of tribes.
Was this “God of Peace” the Master Jesus? The answer was: Yes.
So now here’s Bette Stockbauer’s review:
From the Polynesian Islands to the eastern seaboard of the United States, from Canada to South America, they called him by different names — the Healer, the Prophet, the Miracle Worker, God of the Dawn Light, the Wind God, the Teacher, the White-Robed Master.
Although the names were different, the legends are sung the same:
In Polynesia they tell of three great ships that sailed from the West. Moving across the water there appeared a fair-skinned man in a long white garment; brown hair and beard glowing gold in the morning sun. When He reached land the people saw that His robe was dry. Thus they knew He was a God. Scholars ascribe this legend to the 1st century AD.
Among the Toltecs of central Mexico there lived a Prophet with gray-green eyes and golden sandals. With 12 disciples He taught the people His religion of peace.
The Mound Builders of North America told of a great Healer who could raise the dead and heal the sick. He walked among the people, hands raised in blessing. A mysterious cross graced each palm. Such are the stories whispered by the Holy Men and Keepers of the Legends for nearly 2,000 years.