21 April 2018 0 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.
14 April 2018 0 Comments

Betty’s Sasquatch Story

Micheal and I met a wonderful couple, Betty and Walter this past week. Not only did we realize that we were kindred souls but we also could see that we had many stories to share with each other.
This Sasquatch story is one of two that Betty has given us permission to share with you all. Enjoy and stay tuned to next weeks story a coworker shared with Betty.
Betty, thank you for sharing your story and the gift of your friendship!
Betty’s Story
I had been in Northern Utah for about two months when I had an interesting experience whilst hiking the North Ogden Pass.  I had gotten into the habit of hiking with my dog each morning, early, so that I could clear my head before work and starting my day.
My dog, Sooner and I had been doing this daily and I often would bring my camera to take pictures of wildlife, the beautiful flora and fauna we would see on our hikes, etc.  On a very cold December morning we pulled into the parking area, full of fresh snow, and for a change I decided that we’d hike along the dry wash toward the back part of the mountain.  An area we had not previously hiked.  Sooner was his usual self, briskly walking a figure eight pattern about 20′ forward and behind me as he liked to do on our hikes.  I assumed it was to ensure my protection.  I was paying attention to the energy of the mountain, listening to the forest sounds and for whatever else might be on the mountain.  This has always been my practice in nature.  As we got deeper into the backside of the mountain I became aware that Sooner was making smaller and smaller figure eight patterns, keeping ever closer to me and at that same time, I also began to notice that the forest was growing quiet.  Suddenly the wee animals rustling under bushes and ‘crunching’ snow was no longer heard, birds were becoming more few, and there was a palpable shift in the energy on the mountain.  I began to pay closer attention as my senses were pinging me to pay attention.
Soon my dog was no longer taking his pattern up but remaining right in front of me.  The forest was now in total silence, and that caused me to stop.  We were on a part of the trail that was still pretty heavy with snow as the sunlight didn’t really touch the ground for all the heavy treeline.  At that moment, while pushing out my senses to see what I might be able to pick up, I noticed to my left that Sooner was sniffing very intently at something at the edge of the trail where it began to drop down into heaver brush and give way to a slope leading down toward to valley floor.  I became curious as to what had captivated my dog’s attention and walked over to discover 3 or 4 very distinct tracks, large tracks.  My first thought was, oh, someone has been up here snowshoeing.  But as I looked more closely I decided, no, that’s not it.  Snowshoes don’t have toes!  Sooner had pretty much destroyed the first print, but the rest were very clearly visible, so I shooed him away so that I could examine them more closely.  These were distinct step-over-step prints that appeared pretty much human…other than the size.  I saw very clear definition of five toes, a ball and arch with all the lines that go along with the bottom of a foot, and a very large defined heel that had to measure at least 6 to 8 inches across.  I was wearing size 7 hiking boots and when I put my foot up against the print it was as if holding a newborn’s foot up against a grown man’s foot…and I mean a man with feet about a size 16 or better!  These were LARGE prints. 
I quickly grabbed my pack from my back so that I could get my camera, only to discover that I had left it at home.  Dang, I always hiked with my camera, but not this time.  Sooner and I stood there for a few more minutes while I was still processing what exactly I had before me, again, still listening to the deafeningly silent forest.  My first thought was to run.  I don’t run.  I might get “spooked” on occasion, but my life experiences have taught me to HOLD MY GROUND at all costs.  Never let ’em see ya sweat as the old saying goes, and that is a code I live by.  So, after another moment or two I decided to press on along the trail and resume our hike.  We, maybe, got another ‘block’ in distance when I decided that the mountain was still too quiet and did I REALLY want to “meet” whatever had made those tracks?  It was obviously a Big Foot and I knew it was far bigger than I.  As much as I was curious, and really wanting to have that experience, I decided that with my dog and everything considered we had better turn around and go back to the car.
My intention was to come back later in the day, with my camera, and document the tracks.  However, I was delayed in town and by the time I could’ve gotten back there a hard rain had set in.  I decided the next morning that the tracks were probably lost in the rain storm, and so Sooner and I resumed our normal hiking trail to the peak.  We never did go on that back trail again in all the time we continued our hiking of the pass.  But, it was a few days later that I was having lunch with one of my coworkers and I felt impressed to share my hiking story with him when he asked if I was still hiking each morning.  Much to my surprise, he not only totally believed my recounting of events, but went on to share an even more interesting Big Foot story with me.
To be continued …
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. 

 

24 September 2017 0 Comments

Humanness of Sasquatch and its diversity

David Paulides wrote a book in 2008 called the Hoopa Project: Bigfoot encounters in California. David, a former law enforcement professional, is a highly trained interviewer. His interviews among the Hoopa, First Nation may have been a historic first, because of David’s investigative abilities. David also had on his team an excellent forensic artist named, Harvey Pratt. The artwork that Harvey produced, was quite amazing and I would guess a very accurate projection of what the witnesses were telling him.

One of the main findings was, that the Bigfoot witnesses didn’t see the sagittal crest (pointed head), heavy brows, and ape-man “muzzle” features. The witnesses seemed to see what would be considered a more “wild-man” type of being.

My friend researcher, Kewaunee Lapseritis has said for many years that at a minimum there are two types of Bigfoot and maybe more, again the ape-type and the other human type. Also there may be another one called, an Ancient One. This Ancient One, has some features of both other types. On my last mini-expedition with Kewaunee, I was lucky to get a distance photo of an Ancient One .

Reports of this “wild-man” type, go back to the 1800’s and were favorite conversation of lumberjacks and other people who worked out in rural forested areas of North America. If you look at the Patterson/Gimlin film and the photos that have come from it, it truly shows human features, but some ape features also. There have also been interesting reports from Tennessee and Alaska also commenting about these human features. Could this human-type Bigfoot, be our missing link or are we their missing link? It looks like we have common DNA between the two species.

Rainbow, here in Oregon after having audio contact with a female Sasquatch, got a vision of this female Sasquatch and she had characteristics of a prehistoric humanoid , that had the Sasquatch typical hair known today. Also Rainbow had visual contact with a male Sasquatch ( Loekey) that had features she describes as all Sasquatch, where they look like nothing else in comparison. 

Sleep tight – We will find out someday that Sasquatch is our closest relative in the human life chain and we came from a common ancestor. And I believe this could make us ( humans)  hybrids of the Sasquatch or maybe more like Sasquatch’s  evil twins.

 

MWiz.

25 August 2017 0 Comments

     A Hike in the Woods

 

Ever walked a trail in the forest, after listening to David Paulides talk about disappearances? In the back of your mind … the stories are there and every step you take, every breath you make, lingers in slow motion, because it’s the, “what if,” scenario that makes your pulse quicken while your eyes dart around for any sudden movement or sound. A hike in the forest will never be the same.

Michael and I enjoy walks and we try to visit our forest friends as often as we can. This particular walk for both of us, was a bit sobering. As researchers, we know what might be out there and we also know surprises can lurk around any corner. The majesty of the trees, the sound of the river racing along, can make a person forget to be vigilant, because let’s face it, we go on hikes to relax, not to stress ourselves out.

The big question is, if we think about Sasquatch, Dogman or the mystery Cryptid, Michael coined, Creature X, do we attract them to us? What if the little elemental sprites, faeries are running around, will they know we come in peace? The darkness and its shadowy minions can play havoc on our fears, so what happens when and if our paths cross?

The day was just like any other day, here in Oregon, bright and lovely, the clouds seemed to almost dip down and touch us, and the path was one of the best we have seen, almost like it was cleared and laid out just for us. So, why was I nervous?

This was our first time in this particular forest so it felt a little intimidating, at least for me. We took apples, granola bars and a note for Warsiah. We usually leave something for the Sasquatch every time we go on a hike.

The trail was just beautiful with tall trees and amazing smells. We were the only people on the trail so it felt like we were in our own piece of paradise. Twenty minutes into the hike, we both noticed that there were no birds or squirrels to be seen … anywhere.

I stated that this was odd to Michael and he agreed. My mind was racing and I was trying to remember what I was told by my benefactors years ago when they told me what birds being quiet meant. Was it a warning?

I had the impression that literally no squirrels lived in this forest and maybe that is a possibility but I’ve never known this to be. And besides that, I really didn’t notice any bugs flying around. It was if we were in a forest that had no animals living in it at all. So, was this a vortex we were in? This is the only answer that seems to check most of the boxes in my mind, except, I didn’t notice any weird smells or electricity in the air.

After about almost an hour, we heard our first bird but never saw any squirrels. We didn’t even see a bird flying around, only heard them. I reasoned that maybe this was because the trees were so tall, maybe the birds were up high but even still, when birds aren’t around, that definitely is alarming.

We then, heard a noise, it sounded like a footstep to our left, further back where some trees were down. We started to walk and again, there was that same noise that sounded like a step, almost like someone or something was following us.

We heard other sounds but the footsteps seemed to be the most unsettling. After we heard the steps, we decided to walk a bit further and then turn around. We found a secret place to put the apples and other goodies for Warsiah (our Oregonian Sasquatch contact) and we started back.

On the way back, I thought of all the missing people who started off just like we did but never made it back home. Does awareness of beings in the forest guarantee a safe journey back to the car? I don’t really know, but one thing I do know, is that hikes for Michael and I, as much as we love them, will always be a bit precarious now. After all, the first step on any trail either leads to a desired destination or one that is unexpected.

Just remember, we really aren’t alone in the forests, maybe we never really were but thanks to the hard work of David Paulides and others, we now know to be awake and aware.   Happy and safe trails.

28 July 2017 0 Comments

Sasquatch and the Egyptian Connection – Part 2     

The Sasquatch that I saw were different, an ancient group that were more original to the look of what the Sasquatch embodied, many thousands of years ago. They had nothing in common with humans when they came here; the novelty for them was the chance to trade and interact with us. They learned quickly how dangerous humans were and because of this, they have very little contact except for a chosen few they feel they can trust.

The Demigods liked trading and working with the Sasquatch because they were not only experts in earth’s geological structure, but great gemologists and metallurgists. If any one group can find gold, the Sasquatch is at the top of the list. I often wonder if this is where myth and legend come into play regarding dwarfs. I know the physiology between them is at opposite ends but as time passes by, the enduring stories of old tend to stay alive, especially by livening up the details a bit.

Gold is a main component of Gaia’s blood.  Is it any wonder this is the aphrodisiac of the Demigods? Does Vampirism come to mind?

I know with this bit of information, I will probably get people thinking I’m a Looney tune, but this is what I was told and I stand by it.

The Demigods took humankind’s inner compass and felt it best to block it and alter what inner knowledge we were born with. As thousands of years have passed by, we unfortunately have no idea what has been lost. What was written in books was either hidden away or destroyed. A society ignorant of their birth right, is much easier to manage. Within us, cobwebs and dust have accumulated becoming like the sands of time. Even if we dig up our past, the chances of understanding what we find are mute, especially if we don’t even know or remember, our connection to Gaia.

After the Demigods did this, they then embarked on an exhaustive campaign of epic proportions … religion. Spirituality went out the window and images, sculptures and structures were erected in their likeness. Mythology is an interesting and wondrous topic taught in schools but at certain points in history, these immortal beings were alive, especially for their many followers and worshipers. The Demigods were out in the open for over a thousand years but they eventually saw that hiding in plain sight, was easier. Various religions played a key role in manipulating the masses, making sure everyone towed the line. Thinking outside the box of specified doctrines even to this day isn’t allowed and frowned upon, especially by religious purists and fundamentalists.

Sasquatch saw this manipulation and started to cut ties with the Demigods. The “live and let live,” gentle giants wanted no part in this manipulation. They came to love this planet and many made it their home planet. Others travel back and forth through natural portals that manifest and disappear within a time frame that is queued from sacred geometry. These portals change locations every three weeks. The Sasquatch are born with an innate ability that helps them sense where they manifest at any given time. I think this might be one of the reasons why the Military might be interested in the Sasquatch. 

Egypt is the best way to see how the Demigods played out the different aspects of their agenda. The Pharaohs acting as living Gods was one way of familiarizing the masses with their rulers. Interbreeding with humans ensured that this sacred bloodline, specific to the Demigods would live on.

Not many people know this, but the Sasquatch were in Egypt many, thousands of years ago. The pyramids Menkaure, Khafre and Khufu to name a few are natural portals that are still used today. The Sasquatch don’t use these portals anymore since they easily can travel back and forth, closer to home.  The natural portals are usually found in national forests around the world.

I had my own experience of missing time in Egypt with one of Menkaure’s smaller pyramids. Around 2 or 3am, I climbed to the top of one of the pyramids and after I stopped to catch my breath,  I heard a humming sound, blacked out and a few minutes later, I reemerged on the same spot except 2 to 3 hours had passed and I could hear the morning prayer on the loudspeakers. Maybe the smaller ones are portals too.

So today we have a history that is hidden, and yet it is crucial to understand that until we start to take a stand, not just for off handed answers that are circulated time and time again … no, it’s time we make it clear we want to know the truth of our past and WHO has manipulated it so that we are only half the human’s we used to be. We deserve to know how connected we are to Gaia and what that connection means. I believe, Sasquatch is here to help us make a stand because it is obvious that the Demigods will do whatever is in their power to keep hidden the secrets of our freedom.

 

 

4 July 2017 0 Comments

Sasquatch and the Egyptian Connection

Sometimes I’ll get glimpses of places that come in the dead of night and seemingly wiz by me like puzzle pieces that make no sense. These pieces until the moment they reveal themselves to me are a nonexistent picture of a past. Whose past, I can’t really say.

Because of this, I get left with more questions than answers and my world is literally turned upside down. I feel that I am looking down instead of up and my peripheral vision is a visor like kaleidoscope full of never before seen colors and images. They flicker away when I turn to look at them. It’s exhausting to see the otherworldly images especially from my disadvantaged upside down view.

One such evening not so long ago, I was shown a place so unusual that I can barely find the words to describe it. My sleep up to that point was a normal, non-eventful respite and then out of nowhere within an instant, an elusive and mystifying world unfolded before me. The next morning, I was exhausted, overwhelmed and perplexed.

Was I really there? Did I really see what I think I saw? Why now?

One thing for sure, the next morning I knew that gold was the key. I was shown that ancient Deities came here hundreds of thousands of years ago for this highly desired mineral. It’s a naturally occurring inorganic solid that entices the senses with its alluring and shimmering radiance. It is talked about in glorified tales of valorous and daring escapades. Such tales of excursions of untold perils are in many history books, at least those that have not become lost to the scribes of old.

Demigods are a factor here. Gold is an aphrodisiac for them besides wearable art and a variety of edible delights and brews. They desire it to an obsessive level. This desire is just as strong today as it has been for a millennium. I was shown that the Sasquatch clans were brought in to help the Demigods mine the gold. This was to say the least, a surprise to me because I have never heard this from any other source.

My confusion started with a constant back and forth pulling and pushing sensation out of my body and then back in. I saw a distinctly different world from Earth and at the same time I could feel my bed beneath me. I came in and out of this experience for over three hours. I woke up multiple times wondering how I was going there and coming back so quickly. It was definitely an Empathic conundrum and I remember being overly concerned that I might get stuck there. This means either, I teleported there or was able to go through a portal. Either way, I think I had help.

The topography on the other planet was very different than ours. There were vines everywhere on the ground but they weren’t over grown. I saw no grass to speak of but large trees that had a prehistoric look to them. They were very bushy and short, perhaps only 10 to 15 feet tall at the most. The vines felt alive but in a different way than the ones here which made me feel like they were sensing me being there.

I feel I saw the home planet of where the Sasquatch travels from, even those who travel back and forth to this day. The oddity here was being outside in their world and then within an instant, looking at a very Egyptian looking room that seemed present day with an Egyptian predynastic feel to it. The two realities really had nothing in common but as the early morning hours went on, I started to understand the connection between the two. Someone took great pains to show me in detail how the two are connected. I’m not sure who. This connection was the most surprising bit of information I have received since Loekey talked about how the Earth’s natural portals worked.

Next post, I will talk about in more detail how the Demigods exist today and the ongoing relationship between them and the Sasquatch.

9 June 2017 0 Comments

Rural Oregon – A World Full of Paranormal

We have lived here in Oregon for about 7 months and a quite amazing trend is developing. The area east and southeast of Portland, called the Mt. Hood Territory is loaded with paranormal happenings. When you are new to an area, you first need to explore. That is what we have done and we have driven hundreds of miles of back-roads within 50 miles of our home.

The purpose of these drives, was to feel and see the surroundings. With Rainbow being an empath, she can sense areas favorable for paranormal activity, focusing on these areas to make contact and build relationship with the local people. For the locals, are the story tellers, the experiencers and the ones who have the rich encounters that can grow the wisdom and knowledge of their native paranormal. The paranormal for most of them, is just the norm.

So we have focused our research in two areas, one around Estacada and Silver Falls State park Oregon. In the Estacada area, Rainbow made direct contact with a Sasquatch for a about one month. She was told this Sasquatch family would be moving to a summer camp in the Mt Hood area. Back about two months ago, we started exploring Mt. Hood and our initial contact was with a Park Ranger who talked to us about his personal encounter with an entity on a park trail. He also told us a story about a person who had a one on one encounter with a child Sasquatch, this person lived and worked in Sandy, just outside of the Mt Hood National forest.

Next, we have started making contact with wonderful people around Silver Falls State Park area who have shared several stories about their Sasquatch encounters, UFOs, Ghosts and other interesting beings.

The Mt Hood territory, is rich in beauty and rich in the paranormal. As far as I can tell,  their paranormal experiences are quite normal and most of them seem to enjoy living among the high strangeness as long as it’s not too scary.

Sleep tight — Remember only fear can make the strangeness scary … you have the control.
MWiz.

13 May 2017 0 Comments

Warsiah Continued

The plastic placed back and partially eaten apple

Interestingly, things with Warsiah didn’t go as I planned and in some ways that is the best way things can go. We went back the following week and took chocolate, apples and granola bars for Warsiah. She loves chocolate!

The second week, we put an apple in location #1 in-between the tree trunk and saw that the apple was completely taken out with nothing there. In location #2 which was Warsiah’s choice, we put chocolate, an apple and the granola bar in the tree trunk.

We walked for awhile, which took us around an hour and decided to go back and see if anything was taken. In location #1, the apple was still there. In location #2, to my surprise and Michael’s delight she took the chocolate out of the plastic and folded it back and put it back in the tree trunk. We got a partially eaten apple with teeth marks but the granola bar was still there.

That for me was just as exciting as the wreath because of the fact that she put the plastic back and folded it. She definitely is a classy gal and I could feel her presence that day.

In-between the following  week, Warsiah told me she and her clan were moving to higher ground away from the hustle and bustle of people. She said that we had to go find her further in the forest. That is not easy to say the least. I know the general direction but not exact location.

After getting this news, the following week we went back and took more food and checked each location. Location #1 had no apple so we replaced it and put in a granola bar. Location #2, the apple was gone; the granola wrapper was opened up. (Foot note: I had shown her how to open it) the chocolate was still there.

I knew immediately that she hadn’t been there and I felt someone else had taken the apple and granola bar. We decided to replace the apple, granola bar and keep the chocolate in the plastic wrapper so she could find it. (I didn’t know if she had left yet.)

Michael wanted to find another location that we named location #3. In that location we placed an apple, chocolate, the drawing I had done of her, a granola bar and a written note saying hello from Michael and I.

At this time I had received two new names of Sasquatch in Warsiah’s clan. Echobah is a very tall, 9 to 10 feet in height male, reddish in color who is very vocal, though I will say I have not heard him as of yet. Warsiah said he is very vocal and I assumed that we would have heard him by now but I think they all left before this could happen.

Also, Warsiah has a son and I received the name Obregon. He’s an adolescent, about 6 feet high and dark brown with light brown hair like Warsiah. I was hoping to see them all before they left but this past week, her chocolate still hasn’t been touched or the granola bar from location #2 and #3.

On this day, I could feel all three. That blissful feeling that you hear about people getting when they communicate, it was consuming and intoxicating. The most amazing feeling I have ever felt in my life!

Interestingly these past few weeks we have been finding money on the ground, twice so far. The first time was a $5 dollar bill down on the ground below the passenger side door at a coffee shop and the second time a $5 and $1 dollar bill in front of our house. I heard that they can leave money so if it happens a third time, I will know it’s from Warsiah.

Michael also received a name while we were visiting the third location. The name that came to him was, Camoot. So, we will see where these names, money and new location take us. Stay tuned!

 

 

5 May 2017 0 Comments

The People of Heart

Visiting Warsiah’s home.

In a land not so far away, are a very enchanting people. They walk a path, one that leads to more questions than it answers. It’s a never ending path that zig zags and straight-lines itself into twists and turns. It’s a shadowy and ominous place full of silence and the respite of languishing dreams. Humans call it-the Forest; the clans of Sasquatch call it home.

The smell of rainfall and the wetness squishing between each footstep, along with the swirling clouds opening up to the sun and then closing their puffy doors without notice, is an everyday occurrence for the Oregonian Sasquatch. They welcome Natures fickle and remedial musings.

The air is full of promise; the wind echoes the songs and dialogues of everyone she passes, almost becoming the gossipmonger of all. The trees stand strong almost as if they are the sentient guardians that have truly stood the tests of time. It’s a world that very few humans understand and that to the Sasquatch, is the way they prefer it.

To understand the Sasquatch world, humans would have to first confront their inner fears, those created by insecurities developed within the concrete world of their making. Secondly, they would have to be willing to let go of materialistic and superficial desires that fill the mind with constant want, the insatiable appetite for convenience.

To be with Sasquatch in the moment, is a meditation of the mind, almost like a Zen moment that is beyond a hallucination, reality in 3D to all the senses, feeling, tasting and seeing beyond the flat and mundane colors of existence in our concrete reality. They see how we live as a prison, self created, self imposed, inflicted upon our children with no more regard than it would be to shoot down a bird for sport. They see us as lost children, constantly looking for sustenance and meaning to a world we created out of a tedium and laborious mindset.

They reach out because they are people of heart.

This isn’t because they see that we always need help, but because they see us asking, seeking, and sometimes silently screaming for answers that often seem to evade us but only because we can’t see past our own convoluted ideals. They remind us, the answers are always within arm’s reach, we just need to get past preconceived notions that reality only existed after we placed it in our concrete world, and hid it in a well forgotten place called, inconsequence.