21 April 2018 2 Comments

Betty’s Sasquatch Stories Continued …

My coworker explained that he had previously lived in Washington State, and that his good friend, Tim, was a real survivalist guy.  Loved to hike Mt. St. Helen’s (this was years before it erupted) and he would often be gone for days at a time exploring the mountain, or whatever wilderness adventure he was on.
Remember, this is before cell phones so when Tim was off on his trips, he had no way to reach anyone.  He would always tell his wife what areas he’d be going to, just in case, and how many days he’d be away.  On this particular trip, he was planning to only be gone 3 days.
His first day on the mountain he was climbing when he suffered a bad fall.  When his body came to rest, he determined that he may well have broken his leg.  Not a full compound fracture, but at the very least a green-stick fracture (which is a twisting impact to long bone where it cracks much like twisting on a green twig, without breaking it completely through the skin.  He knew he was in trouble and had no way to call for help.  So, as nightfall was approaching, Tim decided to find what he could to make a splint on the leg, and built himself a make-shift lean-to as best he could from a seated position.  He just wanted some type of cover for the night.  He was also able to build a small fire.
As the night wore on and Tim contemplated what he would do come morning, he heard something rustling in the bushes.  He knew it was something large given the noise and movement of the brush.  To his shock and surprise, what he thought was probably a bear turned out to be a bipedal creature, a huge harry male which he figured to be easily 7′ or more, hard to gauge from his seated position.  As this being moved quickly to stomp out Tim’s fire, he paid more attention and knew he was having a Big Foot encounter.  This being, once the fire was out, began to come toward Tim and his lean-to.  He said that it totally looked over the “construction” of what Tim had made, then turned his focus onto Tim.  Tim remained very still, more than a little scared, but he didn’t want to startle his “guest” with any quick movements and he was in no shape to have an “argument” with this big fellow.
Suddenly, as if pulling up a small child into an adult’s arms, Tim was off the ground and barely had a chance to grab his backpack before this harry giant had him cradled in his arms and was walking away with him.  Tim was well aware of the Big Foot sightings in the area, and had heard many stories over the years, often wondered why he had not had any encounters as much as he was always hiking and camping in the woods, but here he was…this was going to be his own personal Big Foot encounter, and what an encounter it turned out to be.
As the creature carried Tim along, he began to take stock of details about this male.  He said the stench was very prominent, but once he got over that, he noticed that he was covered in dark fur, fairly long, maybe a couple inches in length.  He also became aware that what he initially thought was hair on the creature’s face was actually moss from the trees.  Tim supposed that the creature used the moss not only for camouflage, but also for warmth.
He said that before Tim knew it, this creature had not only gone up and over a portion of the mountain, but that they were totally now on the opposite side and were in a dry creek bed.  The creature finally came to a stop and put Tim down in a low spot along what would normally be the edge of the creek.  He just looked at Tim and walked away to lay himself down.
When Tim awoke the next morning he thought that he’d had one heck of a weird dream until he opened his eyes.  First he noticed that the creature had fashioned a similar lean-to for him as the one he’d made himself the night before.  Was looking it over and finding himself impressed that it had copied him near perfectly, but what was coming next Tim had no way to prepare himself mentally for.  The large male who had brought him there suddenly was in front of him, and to Tim’s astonishment, it was not alone!
My coworker went on with Tim’s story.  He said that what was standing in a semi-circle in front of him were no less than 5 Big Foot beings.  There was a “shorter” male, Tim guessed him to be about 6′, looking a bit like a late teen or young male.  There was a female, somewhere between 6′ and 7′ tall, he figured Mr. Big Foot’s mate, and two smaller ones, figuring them to be their ‘children.’  Tim was dumbfounded, not quite sure what to think or do, but decided his best course was to just observe and remain as calm as he could.  Tim shared that these others also looked at his leg, the lean-to, checked out his backpack … like any curious person seeing something totally different from themselves.  After they were done, the large male gestured with his hand as if telling them to move along.  Tim said the female had the younger ones go with her and the two males headed off to a close by river.
Tim spent 5 days with this group.  He was fascinated by their family structure and division of ‘duties.’  It seemed the female and children would collect food stuffs, berries, edible plants, that sort of thing.  The males would fish.  Tim was able to observe this and said that the smaller male would go upstream and begin splashing and thrashing in the water, he assumed to drive any fish downstream to where the bigger male was scooping up fish and throwing them up onto the bank.  He said they kept this up until they had a pretty good ‘catch’ and then brought them to camp.  Tim said that that the large one threw a fish at his feet and he got into his backpack to clean and prep it for eating.  Tim also gathered up twigs and dry leaves around him to make a fire to fix his fish.  This, apparently, bothered the big male as he came over and immediately stomped out the fire and let Tim know in no uncertain terms that a fire was not going “to happen.”  So, Tim ate sushi that night, something he was not accustomed to doing.
As my coworker went on with the story, he said that over the next two days Tim described that the males were very competitive.  He described how the young one had gotten a bit “full of himself” going over and picking up a large boulder and tossing it a fair distance.  Then turned to the bigger male, as if to say, “Best that!”  So, the large male picked up a bigger boulder and chucked it farther than the younger one had.  After a few minutes, the younger one — not yet satisfied — went and pulled up a good sized sapling and pitched it toward Tim’s direction.  The older one found a larger one and pulled it up and tossed it, too.  Then they seemed to make grumbling noises at each other and the ‘match’ was over.
Tim was able to scoot himself to the sapling the younger male had tossed his direction and he spent the rest of that third day shaping it into a crutch.  He was tired of scooting around on his backside.  The older male was very curious when Tim got himself up and thoroughly checked out the makeshift crutch that Tim had fashioned.
On the fourth day Tim was getting around pretty well on his crutch, the large male was watching his progress.  Tim went to sleep in his lean-to that night, and awoke on the morning of the fifth day to discover himself alone.  He reasoned that his ‘hosts’ had decided that he was more mobile and they no longer needed to remain with him.  He said nearly all traces of their stay in the wash was cleared away.  If he had not been with them those 5 days, he would never have guessed anything had ‘camped’ in the spot had he just come upon it hiking.
He began to hike his way long the lower back side of the mountain hoping to find a road, or help of some sort.  He knew he was several days overdue to be home so figured his wife had alerted the rangers and other authorities that he was lost, so he really hoped to find a search party looking for him.
He got his wish the next morning as rangers discovered him in the forest.  They were quite shocked that he was so far from the area he’d told him wife he would be hiking, and also surprised he was in as good of shape as he was.  He told ’em, “well boys, you probably won’t believe me if I told you about my last five days out here.”  They responded that he might well be surprised, so he relayed parts of his adventure to them.
This happened in the mid-70’s.  As most know, Mt. St. Helen’s erupted in 1980 so the landscape of the mountain has changed.  Tim has stated that it is his belief that the Big Foot stay in dry beds to help erase any trace of themselves when the beds fill in rainy season.  We all know that the State of Washington gets lots of rain.  My coworker also shared that Tim has gone back to the mountain many times since his experience and has never had another encounter with the Big Foot.  He has said that he feels their presence in the forest when he’s there, like they are aware of him … checking on him, but that they have not revealed themselves, again, to him.  Tim also has decided that they can seem to camouflage themselves or even seem invisible if they do not wish to be seen.
This is my recounting of Tim’s experience as told to me by a coworker, the details are still vivid all these years later, and I hope the readers find it as fascinating a tale as I did when I first heard it.
29 September 2017 0 Comments

Appearing and Disappearing Staircases and our Sasquatch Research

 

A while ago Michael and I got wind of a phenomenon that might have some truth to it. We had read some stories on Reddit about a SAR officer who claimed to have seen various staircases in the middle of forest treks with nothing else around them. How much truth is behind these stories and what should we look for when we enter the forests?

After reading multiple stories by this one particular search and rescue individual and then the numerous people adding their stories into the mix-well as you can imagine, a domino effect spiraled out of control and the conclusion for us at least, is on hold. Since Michael and I go into the forests in this area, we realized early on that there was a palatable feeling almost faerie like that gave us a sense of walking into a wonderland. Perhaps it is this very feeling that leads people astray because there is a comfort, false as it might be, that all is well.

In the various places we have been, we have been followed or accompanied by someone or something. Our new location is definitely Sasquatch homeland with the perfect setting for contact but so far we have only had the infamous footsteps that didn’t match ours especially when we stopped suddenly. But to our surprise we did have apples eaten in a hidden spot. 

This new hidden spot was different from our other locations because I actually put wooden sticks up and covered a hole in the ground up against a tree. I put the sticks in a certain way and when we went back 2 weeks later, the sticks were in the position I left them but the apples were gone. We had a drawing I did of Warsiah our female Sasquatch contact in a plastic container and two granola bars. They left everything else but obviously wanted the apples.

I lived in various locations on ranches, camping out with raccoons coming around and as many of you may know, they are notoriously messy so we knew this interaction was from someone who was more courteous.

We left two more apples this past week and we plan to go back to see if the sticks are in the same position we left them and if anything has been taken. We are hopeful that this is another Sasquatch, time will tell.

But I must say, between our Sasquatch research and the appearing and disappearing staircases, the forests do have a different look to them, sometimes quieter, almost a hushed scary silence.

I know what some of  you must be thinking,  I didn’t say anything yet about appearing and disappearing staircases, so I’ll share with you all that we know so far.  It looks like somebody took a house but left the stairs intact, in the middle of the forest. The staircases look new, almost as if time has had no effect on them. The forest is usually quiet, almost serene but with an ominous undertone. Birds don’t fly around the stairs including any of the forest animals. They all steer clear of them.

Some people have climbed to the top of the stairs and had nothing happen to them. Others have not been so lucky. One man who was at the top of a staircase,  lost his hand when he raised it up. It was cutoff clean but nobody could see from what. Others have had bad luck afterwards or disappeared entirely from the top step never to be seen again. So beware if you see any staircases … 

I feel our Sasquatch research keeps us safe enough because we don’t venture too far off the zig zaggedy paths we follow. We have seen staircases of late but they don’t have the same scary look to them as the staircases I mentioned. But if we do see one, we’ll be sure to steer clear of it but I promise, we’ll take a few photos of it before we carry on our way, looking for our Sasquatch friends. 

 

28 April 2017 0 Comments

The Eagle and the Hawk and a Sasquatch named Warsiah

 

 

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During our most recent Sasquatch research outing we pulled into a parking lot of a nearby State Park and something caused Rainbow to look up into the sky to witness an amazing maybe once in a lifetime event. It was a bald Eagle and a large brown speckled Hawk flying about 20 feet apart. They were in peace with each other’s presence, which in its self would be a major happening. Two birds of prey don’t normally dance nicely together. The Native Americans would consider what we both saw, as a sign of something important going to happen. And it did.

We had gone to see, if a female Sasquatch named, Warsiah had taken apples again and a chocolate offering we had left about 3 days before. One apple and small piece of wrapped chocolate was placed in the middle of a cluster of tightly paired Douglas fir trees. And another apple in small stump – 4 foot high that had a center that was rotted out to make a perfect hiding place for a nice Organic Fiji apple. This was a particularly picturesque area with moss covered tree trucks and a small running creek.

First friendship offering of an apple.

When we came back on this day, we went to the closest hidden site to the parking lot and yes the Apple was taken, but the Chocolate was not. Rainbow thought Warsiah probably didn’t know what the small package was, but Rainbow said she would first let Warsiah know if we leave something new in the future. Oh you need to know one more thing, Rainbow is a receiver/Empath and she can get communications from a Sasquatch and she has.  Rainbow can even ask a question or two, but for now more receiving than sending.

In to the second location,  Warsiah had told Rainbow to find this particular tree with a hole in it for the apple. And on this return trip, again the Apple was gone. So it was a happy result, but the best was yet to come. 

Instead of turning back toward the parking lot Rainbow was directed by Warsiah to go back on the trail toward an open field and as we did that I saw the beautiful wreath hanging from a small broken tree limb. I call it, Warsiah’s twisted vine art – our gift from a Sasquatch. I was looking for something of solid evidence, since I am not as gifted as Rainbow is-as an Empath. The wreath was that evidence I wanted. 

Rainbow mentioned after the wonderful day, that Warsiah told her, I was the Eagle and Rainbow was the Hawk. Rainbow had told Warsiah she loved feathers, this was Warsiah way of giving more.

Sleep Tight – There is more to come – with the Eagle, the Hawk and Warsiah.

MWiz.

 

 

 

9 March 2017 0 Comments

Update for next post …

 

Michael will be writing his next post on a favorite topic … Fairies.

If you ever wanted to know how to attract Fairies either into your yard or into your life, Michael’s next post will give you advice and suggestions regarding the very shy and unassuming Sprites of the Forest. 

Look for next  weeks post for a fun filled exposay on symbols, flowers and offerings to entice our enchanted friends.

For now, enjoy these beautiful images of such lovely Forest Beings!

10 June 2016 0 Comments

There are no Grocery Stores in the Forest

 

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This past week, Michael and I were listening to a couple of interviews on YouTube of Sasquatch researchers who were from the south. Between the two of them, they had multiple years of experience in the field. As the interviews progressed, a few things came to my mind. I realized that there are people in this field who really don’t see Sasquatch as an interdimensional being. I was really surprised but what bothered me the most was that they both alluded to the fact that anyone who does think Sasquatch is interdimensional, is deluding themselves. My mind came to a screeching halt and I said, “What?!”

I respect the years they both have in the field but I realized that sometimes when you are so close to a subject, eventually it’s hard to see the forest for the trees.

I know deep in the forest that the darkness keeps the secrets of her minions to herself. It’s part of the dark and light tussle of Mother Nature. To think that any Cryptid is going to be our friend, is rather naïve and foolish. I know the Dogman that Michael and I saw in New Mexico, wanted to be left alone and if we didn’t abide by his wishes, I know he would have charged at us. You have to listen, follow your gut and you can’t go into the forest thinking you are at the top of the food chain.

There are no grocery stores in the forest.

Yet, I can’t stop wondering why people in the Sasquatch field of research would assume something that is flesh and blood would be similar to us. One of the interviewers stated as fact that older males mate with all the females in the group and that because of this, the younger males would be pushed out of the group. Where on earth did he get this information? How would he know?

This is part of the problem in this field, researchers making comments like this one based on no facts only speculation. I mean, he would have to literally be within arms length of where they live, see how they live and watch their mating customs. Let’s be frank, if anyone could get this close, especially with this mind set, I doubt seriously they would live to tell the tale.

Another thing that bothered me is the names they have in the south for Sasquatch. One in particular was a definite slur. A Bugger is something that comes out of my nose. How in the hell did a Sasquatch become a Bugger? How can anybody research something they don’t respect? It’s obviously a peculiar mindset besides being a southern slang term but come on; Sasquatch isn’t below us in intelligence. Imagine how they see us from their perspective. They have to be shown respect.

Here’s a tip for those of you camping out this summer:

Don’t camp or park your vehicle in a Cryptids dining room.  If you don’t want to be on the menu, I highly recommend you don’t call them … Buggers.

 

 

 

 

 

29 September 2015 0 Comments

Focusing on Cryptid Messages

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Like a pendulum going back and forth, sometimes I vacillate between who Cryptids are and the scary stories that I have heard through out the years. I think its time for those Little Red Riding Hood stories to be placed back on the shelf so that we can be better acquainted with our Forest Dwellers. Within the last two years, my entire mindset on Cryptids has changed because of my interactions with Loekey, Tulack, Mozart and another Dogman named, Ellipsis. In these changing times, it has become imperative for them to engage in dialogues with those who can hear them. I am told many people are being contacted now, those who are empathic and have the ability to hear their voice and interpret their messages. It’s time to understand our forests and the variety of Beings who reside there and to remember we are born connected to nature, always apart of her.

The assumed reality of unknown roads leading to shadowy, obscure paths in the thicket of the forest, is an overdone movie with the same repetitive consequences. Hand held captured videos seem to over do the unseen villain who in the end, prevails in doing the unthinkable. It somehow takes away from the enormity some people have regrettably experienced, concerning missing loved ones. Unfortunately, apart of the equation is the high strangeness of Mother Nature’s realm of obscurity.

Time and again I hear the same diatribe that connects negative repercussions with people who dare to delve into the paranormal or the forbidden lore of dark mania. What is unfortunate is the fear mongering that malingerers like to spread from the safety of their computer chairs. It looks as if, humanity has changed from the inquisitive and adventurous buccaneers from days gone by, to the present day computer curmudgeons that intercede with their opinions on just about every subject. Finger pointing today, is more prevalent than giving someone the finger.

Even though as humans, we live in chaotic times, there are those who want to give us some sense of hope. It’s a little bit of a cliché to think that these messengers are always going to look like golden sprites or Angelic beings, drawn in books. The biggest challenge for people today, is to get past their preconceived notions that messages from hairy beasts are from the lingering darkness of iniquity.

For a minute, just imagine if you were these beings in the forests, the reversal of roles would have humans as the adversaries, plaguing and encroaching onto their world. Light and dark has an entirely different meaning to these beings and perhaps we as humans are the perceived darkness to them.

Realizing that perhaps there is a chance they are just as weary of us as we are of them, I decided it was time to try and understand who the Forest Dwellers are. Because there are a variety of Cryptids and Beings, it has made deciphering messages a bit of a challenge especially when the intellect is not human in nature unlike our own. But in some ways, the messages are very clear-cut, not ambiguous or anecdotal in nature which makes it a bit easier to understand, once the dust settles down in my mind.

In the eyes of the Cryptids, their forests are irreversibly affected by weather manipulation, drought, chemtrails, polluted rain and deforestation all due to human’s view of progress and self-centeredness. If we eradicate nature’s endowments, we open up a different type of Pandora’s Box that will unleash an unabashed torrent of consequences. To Cryptids living through these difficult times; it’s obvious that humans are the main factor responsible for their difficult circumstances. So I ask you, why would a Cryptid be happy to see humans?

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There are ways to communicate various intentions to Forest Dwellers, resulting in more positive experiences without leading to aggressive behavior by either side. Nature herself speaks to us, telling us what trails to hike and what trails to leave alone. People need to understand that the Forests have different rules of engagement than our concrete cities. Relaxing in a campground doesn’t mean letting your guard down anymore than leaving your doors unlocked while you sleep.

These relevant points have been made very clear to me from all 4 contacts Loekey, Mozart, Tulack and Ellipsis. They can’t hide what they are anymore than humans can hide who they are. The Forest Dwellers are apart of nature in her purest form which means they carry within them, both the dark and light aspects of who they are. Some are darker in nature while others carry the light, comparison to the pipe carriers of Native Americans. The forests are vast and large so the odds of meeting up with Cryptids, who are darker in nature, versus the friendly creatures of light, are fifty-fifty.

I compare it to this, I was in New York City back 5 years ago and I felt as if I had been swallowed up by the masses of people walking around me. The buildings crowded out the sky above me and the ubiquitous noise was deafening. Some people thrive in that kind of atmosphere but I felt as if I was drowning. I sensed tension and irritability all around me, each day I walked the streets. One day, out of the blue, as me and a friend were standing waiting for a train to arrive, two men started to argue around us. They were trying to use us as human shields as they tried to grab at each other. What was really disturbing is that they didn’t acknowledge us at all, almost like they had blocked out their human empathy. Fortunately after a few minutes, one of the men ran off and the other walked away yelling at him, victoriously. Even in broad daylight as aware as we were with people all around us, including security, our safety was jeopardized.

Danger is in any city just like it is in any forest. It just depends on how aware you are of your surroundings. Remember, even though you have walked along trails multiple times with nothing happening, all it takes is just one encounter to change those odds.

In every society, human or Cryptid, there are those bad apples that tend to spoil the barrel for everybody else. The most pertinent message that I’ve been given thus far from my contacts, is for anyone going into the forests to watch the sky above. Smell the air and listen to the wind. Look at your surroundings and if you have an inkling something is wrong or have second thoughts, save the hike or camping for another day. Even the Forest Dwellers heed their own advice and stay within their own camps if they sense danger is near. In the end, we are not so different from each other especially when it comes to the detriment of the darkside.