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The Norwegian Blue Owl. Beautiful. Magical. But not true. Maybe it exists in some other realm, but sadly, not in Norway, or anywhere else in this reality.
Item in New York Post. Forty cows have died recently in Meeker, Colorado. No one knows the cause of death. Wolves, bacterial infections, are two theories, but anything definitive remains elusive.
Officials have utilized aerial flights, howling surveys and game cameras to look for wolves and wolf tracks to no avail. There have been no confirmed wolf reports in the area, only unconfirmed sightings, leaving officials confused and desperate for an answer. (New York Post)
Bigfoot dream the other night:
I attend a lecture about Bigfoot. It's in a classroom, old school style. Green chalkboard. A woman, about forty, is the one giving the lecture. I'm excited to go. I arrive with notebooks and journals -- all kinds of material about Bigfoot. She starts her presentation; sticks little sticky notes up all over. Her talk is okay but it's lacking something. I start to add info; she is nice about it, not at all offended. After a few minutes she says "Oh, I had no idea! That is so interesting. You need to come up here and give the presentation."
So I do. I'm so happy doing this. While at first there were only a few people attending, word gets around, and soon the classroom is standing room only.
Then the talk turns a little weird. I start talking about UFOs in connection with Bigfoot. I have maps and eye witness accounts. This doesn't turn anyone off; but many are surprised and didn't expect this direction.
And that, my friends, is a look inside my dreaming mind.
He has cameras and stated he checked it already and [no one] had been there since he was yesterday. Upon further inspection, we were able to determine that a human did not do this to the horse….
That's a curious statement -- "...were able to determine that a human did not do this . . ." how, why was it determined?
Bigfoot May Still Exist, Says Veteran Science Writer: Kranz discovered she is related to Grover Krantz, a professor of anthropology at Washington State University and one of the most famous Sasquatch researchers of the 20th century. Grover was convinced Sasquatch was real after discovering footprints he believed could only belong to the giant primate.
What's the Intrigue?
It's interesting to think about the researcher who researches. What is their motivation? What makes a person intrigued by a topic like UFOs, or ghosts, or cryptids?
Sometimes it's because the researcher herself saw something. Something so unusual that she has to pursue it. Or the person has had a lifetime of odd experiences. (I fall into those categories concerning ghosts, UFOs, psychic experiences, but not Bigfoot. Well, even if with Bigfoot I did have one odd episode. More on that later.) And sometimes the person is a skeptic, a debunker even, who is out to disprove the existence of ghosts, Bigfoot, UFOs, aliens, etc.
So why do I, who has never seen a Bigfoot, believe that the being exists? I watch just about every Bigfoot show I can. I have dozens of books on my shelf about Bigfoot. I can't get enough. Why? Someone asked me that not long ago; why am I so intrigued?
Part of it is the mystery. I love mysteries. Part of it is the fact I have personally met many people here in Oregon who have seen a Sasquatch. People of all ages, genders, occupations . . . including teachers, doctors and psychologists. I believe them. Why would they lie? And do I think they're stupid enough, or ignorant enough, about local wildlife that they mistake an elk or bear for a Sasquatch? Of course not.
There's the added factor of paranormal type activity connected to many Bigfoot encounters. What is going on with that?! Orbs, strange lights, cloaking, "mind speak," or telepathic communications, UFOs, black helicopters, cover-ups. All seemingly part of Bigfoot's existence. Who can resist chasing after that mystery?
There's just enough evidence to strongly suggest -- very strongly suggest -- that Bigfoot exists. Footprint casts, heat images on camera, calls, tree knocks, rock throwing, structures, synchronicities, not to mention eye witness accounts.
My Bigfoot Encounter: Sort Of
I've written before about my odd episode concerning Bigfoot. I was inside the local New Age bookstore in Eugene discussing with the owner Stan Johnson. Stan Johnson, (deceased) lived in Sutherlin, Oregon and self-published a couple of books on his interactions with a family of Sasquatch. (They did not like to called Bigfoot, they told him.) Johnson's experiences included many telepathic communications with several Sasquatch on his ranch, and journeys inside a spaceship. Johnson's experiences included UFOs, conversations with a family of Sasquatch, and a new age version of Christianity. (I met Johnson once; he was in his eighties, I believe, but extremely vivacious. Definitely had charisma. He shook my hand; he was so strong I thought he was going to break it.)
So, the bookstore owner and I were talking about Bigfoot and Stan Johnson, when suddenly, I saw/felt a cone of light come down through the ceiling and cover us. Things were a bit blurry through this cone of light, like looking through gauze. Sounds were muffled. Colored streaks of light. I'm standing there, thinking this is very very weird. When our conversation finished, the cone shot up through the ceiling, and everything returned to normal. I mentioned this to the owner of course, who simply smiled and said "That sort of thing happens all the time when we talk about Stan."
So there it is.
Enough "there there" for me to continue my Bigfoot studies. It might seem odd to some that I hope that there will never be undeniable proof Sasquatch exists, i.e. a dead body. Or even a live one, as in captured. I doubt either will ever happen. I sure hope not. For those that have seen a Sasquatch, no proof is needed. That's enough for me.
So I'll enjoy the journey, the process itself. I hope I am fortunate enough to see a Bigfoot some day. Whether I do or not, I will continue to believe Bigfoot exists.
Alaskan Killer Bigfoot airs on the Travel Channel. It's about a team of researchers going out to Portlock, Alaska. Portlock was a booming fishing town seventy years ago but several gruesome and mysterious deaths occurred. Finally, humans abandoned the place and no one has lived there. Now, with the approval of indigenous elders, a small group was sent to Portlock in order to find proof of Nantinaq, their name for a Bigfoot type creature believed to be the possible cause of those deaths. Hoping to reclaim Portlock and once again have it inhabited, the tribe wants it safe of course. In order to do that, Nantinaq has to be vanquished.
They brought in Ron Morehead, who certainly knows his stuff. His assessment: Bigfoot is there all right. They brought in a psychic; she was too shaken up by the negative vibes of a malevolent energy and left in a hurry. They brought in a demonologist (eye roll here) and a sensitive. The sensitive was very interesting; she picked up on a lot of things that coincided with the experiences of others on the team.
Plus, tree knocking, rock throwing, stenches and reeks, strange howls and whistles, "mind speak," feeling disoriented, unexplained lights.
Assuming of course these were actual happenings and not made up or exaggerated stuff for para-tainment.
I usually watch these shows, and even with a grain of salt, overall accept that something very weird is going on. Assuming that what they say is true, it seems obvious there is a hugely strong presence. Whether or not it's Bigfoot, or a Bigfoot like creature, who can say. Lots of similarities with Bigfoot. Or it could be an elemental. Of course, Bigfoot could be an elemental.
If that's the case: ticked off elemental, unliveable island, horrific deaths due to "evil" elemental/spirit/Bigfoot, why bother? Leave the thing there. Leave it alone. I know this is probably politically incorrect. The native people want their land; in order to continue survival, to have a home for the generations to come. But it seems that, while yes indeed, the indigenous peoples were there before us, it seems clear that whatever is the energy of Nantinaq has been there much longer.
In that case, let it be. Or, treat it with not just fear (you wouldn't find me looking for it) but respect. Make offerings. Gifts. Talk to it. It seems evil to you, well of course. It does to me too, if that is the cause for the murders. But from its perspective, it wants humans out of there. It's defending its space.
The next to the last episode of Alaskan Killer Bigfoot had the demonologist cleanse the forest, using a giant squirt gun filled with holy water. (I think it was a combination of rose, sage and holy water but not sure.) It reminded me of the Monty Python hunting mosquito episode. After the cleansing, everyone felt better. Only one day, with everyone feeling lighter, they decide Portlock was now safe.
Hubris? Ignorance? Why would anyone believe that after only day, with something so old and powerful, would be vanished after a quick spray of blessed water?
Sure enough, as the happy team leaves Portlock, full of good feelings of success, they turn back to look and . . . Fire!
The little shack they built as a symbol of hope and future buildings to come, was mysteriously on fire.
I wasn't at all surprised.
Next episode is the final episode. Don't know if it's the season finale, or the show finale.
I've been having fun going through the hundreds of books in our "book room." Over the years I've called it the Room of Doom, The Hell Room . . . Karyn Dolan once suggested I call it the Room of Opportunity to change my response to the room. I used to go in there and just freak at the mess, the boxes, the sheer number of books. Overwhelmed. Once I literally fainted when I walked in there; I just couldn't. Deal. At. All.
But some shift happened lately, thankfully. I've made a lot of progress and every day I go in there and work in the room. Actually, I think of it as play. I can't wait until I get to the point I can unleash my inner librarian and start organizing the books -- all UFO, cryptid, paranormal and folklore related -- that I'm keeping. Not to mention the books of various genres (vintage sci-fi, westerns, detective, and being an X-Files nerd, X-Files ephemera.)
Found these gems today:
Including a high strangeness sighting near my home town of Eugene, Oregon. Mysterious Universe reports.
Don't know what my subconscious was trying to tell me, but I dreamt the other night I was driving a white pick-up truck. The bed was longer than usual. Everywhere I went, I bought along with me my "Sasquatch" except it wasn't really, more of a cousin to Bigfoot. This creature was huge; a good ten feet tall, thin, with long shaggy glossy dark brown fur. It was extremely gentle. Happy to be folded up into the back of the truck and driven around.
As I go from town to town, I am irritated that no one is interested in this amazing, fantastic being. I mean, it's a damn Bigfoot! Sasquatch! Just about. Close enough. You'd think people would be curious, and want to know all about my odd creature but no. They just glance at it then move on. A few are a little scared but what do they know -- they haven't even checked it out to know to be scared or not.
