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john f winston
Guest
Subject: Your Friendly Sasquatch. Aug. 29, 2007.
As you may remember I asked for someone to send me the complete
information from the web site dealing with Sasquatch. My Internet
friend Harvey F. has sent me that information.
...........................................................................
...........................................................................
JOAN MEETS THE SASQUATCH July 07 PART ONE
Did you know that Sasquatch can:
Read
Write
Shape-shift
Voice Project
Create Infrasound that affects the environment
De-materialize at will or cause you to have an experience of lost time
so you think they de-materialized.
Travel 300 miles a day on foot.
Live in well-lighted underground facilities
Contact and live with Star People
Tell us about our past and our future.
Have lived here longer than the human r-ce.
Jean-Luc's rendering from Joan's description Jean-Luc's Rendering from
Joan's description showing partial dematerialization
Dolphin and E.T. Conference & My First Contact
Subsequently I invited a well-known author and Sasquatch researcher,
Kewaunee L-pseritis, MSc., to speak at my Dolphin and ET Civilization
Conference held in Kona, Hawaii in June 2005.
After the Conference ended Kewaunee and I went to a neighboring island
to see if I could initiate contact ... in the same way I had begun my
contact with dolphins:
I would go into their environment, remain alone and quiet, speak to them
t-lepathically and listen for anything they wanted to give me, show me.
I spent a week in a one-person tent in the jungle, very naive about whom
the Sasquatch really are and what to expect. Later, upon returning home
I began to read books such as Bigfoot Memoirs by Stan J-hnson and
learned that my experience in the jungle was filled with Sasquatch
contact. Their contact is a different type of communication than human
interactions. As a way of announcing their presence and also determining
if I am really interested, they made strong noxious smells one night all
around me. I could not determine the source of that odor - it was so
strong I couldn't sleep. Naively I blamed it on something in the air
from industry. (In these pristine jungles??) Or thought that someone had
left an old smelly sneaker in the jungle somewhere near my tent. They
created or facilitated the sound of trees falling to the ground with
loud crashes. In the morning there were no trees on the ground. They
made sounds like crooning birds, high-pitched, haunting and a bit
spooky, in the middle of the night, while the birds themselves were
quiet. And one night they touched me. In my tiny tent I was asleep, when
I awoke because someone was pushing on my shoulder. Momentarily I
thought I was at home where my friendly donkeys often nudge my
shoulders. Then, realizing where I was, I sat up quickly and opened my
tent flap to look around. No one there. All quiet.
Sasquatch Write and Send Gifts
I began to learn all that I could about the Sasquatch from other
people's experiences. A new friend who lives on the edge of the woods
told me the Sasquatch live near her and she knows them. I sent her one
of my dolphin books to give as a gift to the Sasquatch.
Two weeks later, I received a gift in return. The Sasquatch had chosen a
rock for me. A heavy quartz rock, weighing 5 pounds with many little
crystal bits within it, gleaming in the light. Along with it came a
piece of crumbled paper. On it was the carefully printed words: FOR
WATER WOMAN.
Could this be true? I was still doubting the veracity of this.
It came from the Medicine Woman of the Sasquatch family in a
southeastern location of America near my friend who I will call, Susan
to ensure her privacy. Apparently the great grandmothers of this
Sasquatch family have had contact with w-ite people and learned to read
and write in English although they had their own language as well. This
may not be true of all Sasquatch people, but it is definitely true of
this clan. Having read my book, or at least receiving it, and
understanding who I am, through some inner sensing abilities, they named
me, Water Woman.
Incredulous as it sounded, I withheld judgment until I could learn more.
I Travel To Their Forest Home
After two months, Susan invited me to visit her at her home. I
immediately said yes to the kind invitation. I had many questions to
ask. Through her stories, I had learned to love and admire this
mysterious race of tall, hairy people called Bigfoot. I chose not to use
that name because it sounded somewhat demeaning. (Their feet are not
large for their height and weight. They are in perfect proportion. They
only are large compared to human feet.)
When I arrived at my friend's home, she had told the Sasquatch that
Water Woman was coming. There were two more gifts to welcome me. One was
a small, delicately carved white bone image of a thunderbird. It was
from the Sasquatch chief and he called it a Dream Bird. He said the
Little People carved it for him to give to me. The other was a crystal
cluster, given to me by the Medicine Woman. It is beautiful. Looking
like a diamond city with crystal spires of all sizes. I was deeply moved
by these kind gifts. The note that accompanied them brought tears to my
eyes as I read the last line: GOD BLESS YOU WATER WOMAN. They seemed to
know me although we had never met in person. I began to wonder how I
could ever express my gratitude to these special people or what gift I
could give them in exchange. Of course, they asked for nothing.
Susan is a very kind and giving person. She had enlarged her garden to
allow the harvest for all of the Sasquatch as well as her own family. In
addition, she would cook for them and bring dinners outdoors to a picnic
table in the woods. She would leave it there and return to her house,
allowing the Sasquatch to enjoy the food at their leisure and in
privacy. She even provided large plastic bags for them to take the
leftovers back to the forest.
At Susan's house there were many farm animals, tame and gentle. They
provided milk, eggs and companionship to Susan and her husband. Since my
plan was to go camping in the woods, Susan gave me quarts of fresh goat
milk to take with me for my cooler. It was delicious beyond anything you
could buy in a store! The lone goat was giving milk although she was not
pregnant or lactating with young. I learned that many m-gical things can
happen out of the ordinary when Sasquatch become your friends.
Some of Susan's cats had been brought there by the Sasquatch Medicine
Woman who had found them and knew they needed care. The Sasquatch would
leave healing herbs and roots on the kitchen table at night while the
family slept. These herbs were to help any family member or animal on
the farm that were sick. They were usually brewed into a tea by Susan.
Some were for a poultice.
The Medicine Wheels
On the land there were two medicine wheels. One that was made by the
Sasquatch many months before, and a second one that was made the night
before I arrived. Medicine Wheels are not fully understood by most
people. Some say, they symbolize cosmic connections and our relationship
to the sun; others say it represents a symbol of Harmony and Oneness or
about 'walking the Earth with reverence, with healthy minds and inner
peace, honoring the connection between s-irit and nature, by awakening
our memories and manifesting our dreams.The Sasquatch said that these
rock and shell and wood circles, describing the four directions, serve
as Portals. You can go through them -- but be aware! You may not be able
to come back! The Sasquatch call this other world, the Sometime Place.
I don't know all the meanings and purposes of the Medicine Wheels, but
the Sasquatch sometimes make these Medicine Wheels as a sign that they
had been on the land near you. They often re-arrange them each time they
come by. Since they are mostly nocturnal, these changes occur at night.
The Sasquatch Family
Susan had come to know and love the Sasquatch family of which there were
33 including a few who are pregnant. All of their sp-ritual activities
and understandings were new to Susan who had been raised in a southern,
traditional, re-igious c-urch and was often surprised by the
me-aphysical explanations and behaviors of the Sasquatch families. In
many cases it seemed they were influenced by the Native American
culture, but as time went on and I learned more about the history of
Sasquatch, I began to think that the Sasquatch were most likely the Ones
who influenced the Native peoples in all countries. They said that they
were here before the Ice Age and they were like us at that time.
Sasquatch Foot and Hand Prints
Susan and her husband also had as many as 20 to 25 molds of Sasquatch
feet taken from the mud during the rainy seasons. Some even revealed
toenail imprints because the foot had sunk so deeply into the mud or
because they climbed an embankment and the toes dug deeply into the soil
leaving an impression. Some of the short and fat footprints were of the
Sasquatch children.
Part 1.
John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com
Subject: Your Friendly Sasquatch. Part 2. Aug. 29, 2007.
.............................................................................
.............................................................................
Spirit Rocks
The Sasquatch people also give rocks as gifts. These are spirit rocks
and the ones they subsequently gave me, were for communication with them
and with s-irit. I was to hold the rocks in my hand, ask a question of
importance to me and then listen for the answer. The Sasquatch were not
really interested in answering every little thought that might enter the
busy mind of most humans, but they were always available to answer the
heart-centered, thoughtful, requests for help from sensitive people.
Susan and her husband have received many of these rocks. In fact they
are displayed in wall-to-wall shelving for viewing and working with them
privately in a little woodworking shop they recently built on the farm.
The rocks are all different; many originate from other parts of the
country. They seem to call you to hold them and even communicate with
them. There are also some arrowheads and carved wooden pieces.
Alone in the Woods
Soon I left to be alone in the forest with the Sasquatch. My friends
accompanied me on the weekends and then I was alone during the week. It
was ideal for me. Being in a quiet space all day to read, write and
communicate with nature. There was a little creek nearby, a short hike
to water, and the general store with supplies of ice was only a half
hours drive away.
I am alone with the noisy crows and woodpeckers, the chattering
squirrels, white-tailed deer, an occasional skunk and fox. Bears and
cougars also live in these woods, but they are not aggressive and I felt
secure in the presence of the Sasquatch people. From all I had read,
they protect and watch over humans.
I found a comfortable white boulder to lean against while sitting on a
towel on the ground, daydreaming... crackling, dry leaves of many colors
are all around me. There is no furniture, no electricity and no water
inside a small cabin that is my temporary home. I have a flashlight and
a sleeping bag.
I left some food on the picnic table near the cabin as a gift to the
Sasquatch. But when I returned from a hike, I saw debris all around. It
appeared that the crows were the ones who benefited from the food. They
were noisy in the trees caw-cawing loudly. Sasquatch have told me they
can enter the spirit of the crow and see the world through their eyes
while flying through the tree tops. What to think? Was it the crows or
the Sasquatch who ate the organic apricots and bars of chocolate?
The Nighttime Activities with the Wise Ones
Wednesday night and it is nearly dark at 8:00 p.m. I am outside where
the full moon is shining brightly between openings in the tall pine
trees. The light is beautiful and I savor the total stillness of the
forest. Standing unmoving among the trees, I express out loud my
appreciation for the beauty of the trees and of the night. There is a
sense of timelessness in this moment. The moon looks huge and bright
white. As I gaze at it, I wonder if there are U.S. or E.T. bases on the
moon.
Around me I begin to feel an aura of Love. It is a gentle frequency that
expands a hundred feet on all sides. I recognize it as the same
welcoming vibration I receive when the dolphin pods approach. Who is it?
I wonder? I have the feeling someone is coming. There is something very
loving in the air. Could it be the Wise Ones? This is the name for the
Sasquatch people who are the most advanced spiritually and
intellectually.
Glancing outside the open door, I see movement at the edge of the porch.
I bring my attention to the area and become aware of two gentle dark
eyes looking at me. They are not staring or piercing eyes, but soft,
half-closed eyes. I feel the warmth behind them. Widening my gaze, I see
the rest of the head, and a form standing just beneath the porch roof.
In the fading light, I can see the head is big with curly hair
surrounding the face. I hadn't pictured Sasquatch with curly hair. It
looks very nice, like a child's favorite teddy bear, well-worn. I look
steadily at the face to be sure I am seeing what I think is there. The
head of this huge body is framed in the leaves from the trees? It seems
to be merging with the leaves. I see a distinct curl over the right eye.
There is no obvious neck, a dark outline of massive shoulders, long
arms. The lower part of the body is too dark to see in detail, but it
blocks out everything behind it, giving me an idea of its size. The eyes
continue to stare softly at me. The head is below the height of the
roof. I estimate this Sasquatch is more than six feet tall.
I wonder if this is a Sasquatch or a Wise One. I have heard that the
Wise Ones do not have hair on their face and that their face is a light
color. That they have large shoulders but a thinner, narrow, long body.
Stan Johnson described them similarly in his book. I wonder if their
appearance changes with the weather, the temperature. Are they more
bushy in the winter? It has been 80 degrees F. every day.... so many
questions! As I look at this alert being with sparkling eyes, I feel
love and gratitude. Thank you so much for coming this close and letting
me see you. I am happy to meet you.
Soon, too soon, the eyes look down and the Sasquatch moves silently to
his/her left, out of my sight. I hear two departing footsteps, crunching
in the leaves, and then nothing more. I remain lying in the cabin
expressing appreciation.
Sticks and Stones
In a little while I go outside and sit on the porch. The Sasquatch
welcome people with stone markers that are precariously stacked along
the road and near the cabin. I took pictures of these stone totems
admiring their skillful designs and signs of their intelligent presence.
The Sasquatch were here, although unseen by most people.
Now I hear a sound like two sticks being clapped together, repeatedly. I
continue to look into the darkness, hoping to see my Sasquatch friend
again. No movement, everything is dark. I continue to telepath to them.
As I am wondering why they haven't been around that much, they point out
that the severe dry weather that the forests are experiencing makes the
area by the river more desirable for them. I have a vision of them
swimming in the coolness of the river. It is about 20-30 miles away from
this little house.
They also communicate that they spend time in the coolness of their
underground homes. The area is very dry right now and everyone is
wishing for rain. As I sit in the quietness for another 15 - 20 minutes
there is a sudden noise like heavy raindrops. It is a shower of tiny
pebbles falling from the top of the nearby trees through the branches
and onto the ground, in front of the porch. They do not touch me, but I
can see them falling, as if from the sky. A phenomenon like that takes
someone to create it. It is not a natural phenomenon. This is how the
Sasquatch make contact, in a mysterious and also non-threatening way.
They let me know they are nearby. I understand it as another sign of
welcome from the Sasquatch. Quietly, I continue to communicate ... "Is
there anything I can do to help you? To help the Earth?"
Answer: "Teach as you do, about the passion and compassion you feel for
all the animals, for all of life. Teach from your sensitivity about us.
People will listen to you and begin to understand."
Overcoming Fear
I continue to stare into the darkness. There is a dim light on me from a
Coleman lantern. I am looking at the ground, to the place where the
pebbles harmlessly dropped. The silence is very thick. Suddenly I hear
heavy footsteps in the crispy foliage, just beyond the nearby trees.
Loud, heavy, approaching me, each step placed strangely far apart. My
heartbeat increases and I'm sure my quickly palpitating heart is visibly
shaking my body ... a moment of fear! Then I remind myself who it is -
the Sasquatch People. In my mind I explain to them that in human films
(movies), sounds of footsteps in the night are a cause for fear. Most
people automatically react that way. Now the fear is gone as I
acknowledge their presence near me. There are 3 heavy steps, the last
one a shuffle. Then two more heavy steps and that is all. Where did they
go? How can they walk without being heard? Do they dematerialize? I
remain listening in the way the dolphins have taught me. Hearing the
faintest, most minuscule sounds. All is silent. Not even a bug buzzing
or a squirrel running across the ground!
Time to crawl into my warm sleeping bag. There, I toss and turn all
night, too excited to sleep, happily reliving what happened and
remembering the face of my new friend.
Health Advice from the Wise Ones
The next day, I drive into town and visit stores, getting more ice for
the cooler. Susan and her husband are arriving today, and so I buy some
food to share with them. In addition, some of their friends from the
Archeological Society will come to visit. They want to hear about the
dolphins.
Part 2.
John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com
As you may remember I asked for someone to send me the complete
information from the web site dealing with Sasquatch. My Internet
friend Harvey F. has sent me that information.
...........................................................................
...........................................................................
JOAN MEETS THE SASQUATCH July 07 PART ONE
Did you know that Sasquatch can:
Read
Write
Shape-shift
Voice Project
Create Infrasound that affects the environment
De-materialize at will or cause you to have an experience of lost time
so you think they de-materialized.
Travel 300 miles a day on foot.
Live in well-lighted underground facilities
Contact and live with Star People
Tell us about our past and our future.
Have lived here longer than the human r-ce.
Jean-Luc's rendering from Joan's description Jean-Luc's Rendering from
Joan's description showing partial dematerialization
Dolphin and E.T. Conference & My First Contact
Subsequently I invited a well-known author and Sasquatch researcher,
Kewaunee L-pseritis, MSc., to speak at my Dolphin and ET Civilization
Conference held in Kona, Hawaii in June 2005.
After the Conference ended Kewaunee and I went to a neighboring island
to see if I could initiate contact ... in the same way I had begun my
contact with dolphins:
I would go into their environment, remain alone and quiet, speak to them
t-lepathically and listen for anything they wanted to give me, show me.
I spent a week in a one-person tent in the jungle, very naive about whom
the Sasquatch really are and what to expect. Later, upon returning home
I began to read books such as Bigfoot Memoirs by Stan J-hnson and
learned that my experience in the jungle was filled with Sasquatch
contact. Their contact is a different type of communication than human
interactions. As a way of announcing their presence and also determining
if I am really interested, they made strong noxious smells one night all
around me. I could not determine the source of that odor - it was so
strong I couldn't sleep. Naively I blamed it on something in the air
from industry. (In these pristine jungles??) Or thought that someone had
left an old smelly sneaker in the jungle somewhere near my tent. They
created or facilitated the sound of trees falling to the ground with
loud crashes. In the morning there were no trees on the ground. They
made sounds like crooning birds, high-pitched, haunting and a bit
spooky, in the middle of the night, while the birds themselves were
quiet. And one night they touched me. In my tiny tent I was asleep, when
I awoke because someone was pushing on my shoulder. Momentarily I
thought I was at home where my friendly donkeys often nudge my
shoulders. Then, realizing where I was, I sat up quickly and opened my
tent flap to look around. No one there. All quiet.
Sasquatch Write and Send Gifts
I began to learn all that I could about the Sasquatch from other
people's experiences. A new friend who lives on the edge of the woods
told me the Sasquatch live near her and she knows them. I sent her one
of my dolphin books to give as a gift to the Sasquatch.
Two weeks later, I received a gift in return. The Sasquatch had chosen a
rock for me. A heavy quartz rock, weighing 5 pounds with many little
crystal bits within it, gleaming in the light. Along with it came a
piece of crumbled paper. On it was the carefully printed words: FOR
WATER WOMAN.
Could this be true? I was still doubting the veracity of this.
It came from the Medicine Woman of the Sasquatch family in a
southeastern location of America near my friend who I will call, Susan
to ensure her privacy. Apparently the great grandmothers of this
Sasquatch family have had contact with w-ite people and learned to read
and write in English although they had their own language as well. This
may not be true of all Sasquatch people, but it is definitely true of
this clan. Having read my book, or at least receiving it, and
understanding who I am, through some inner sensing abilities, they named
me, Water Woman.
Incredulous as it sounded, I withheld judgment until I could learn more.
I Travel To Their Forest Home
After two months, Susan invited me to visit her at her home. I
immediately said yes to the kind invitation. I had many questions to
ask. Through her stories, I had learned to love and admire this
mysterious race of tall, hairy people called Bigfoot. I chose not to use
that name because it sounded somewhat demeaning. (Their feet are not
large for their height and weight. They are in perfect proportion. They
only are large compared to human feet.)
When I arrived at my friend's home, she had told the Sasquatch that
Water Woman was coming. There were two more gifts to welcome me. One was
a small, delicately carved white bone image of a thunderbird. It was
from the Sasquatch chief and he called it a Dream Bird. He said the
Little People carved it for him to give to me. The other was a crystal
cluster, given to me by the Medicine Woman. It is beautiful. Looking
like a diamond city with crystal spires of all sizes. I was deeply moved
by these kind gifts. The note that accompanied them brought tears to my
eyes as I read the last line: GOD BLESS YOU WATER WOMAN. They seemed to
know me although we had never met in person. I began to wonder how I
could ever express my gratitude to these special people or what gift I
could give them in exchange. Of course, they asked for nothing.
Susan is a very kind and giving person. She had enlarged her garden to
allow the harvest for all of the Sasquatch as well as her own family. In
addition, she would cook for them and bring dinners outdoors to a picnic
table in the woods. She would leave it there and return to her house,
allowing the Sasquatch to enjoy the food at their leisure and in
privacy. She even provided large plastic bags for them to take the
leftovers back to the forest.
At Susan's house there were many farm animals, tame and gentle. They
provided milk, eggs and companionship to Susan and her husband. Since my
plan was to go camping in the woods, Susan gave me quarts of fresh goat
milk to take with me for my cooler. It was delicious beyond anything you
could buy in a store! The lone goat was giving milk although she was not
pregnant or lactating with young. I learned that many m-gical things can
happen out of the ordinary when Sasquatch become your friends.
Some of Susan's cats had been brought there by the Sasquatch Medicine
Woman who had found them and knew they needed care. The Sasquatch would
leave healing herbs and roots on the kitchen table at night while the
family slept. These herbs were to help any family member or animal on
the farm that were sick. They were usually brewed into a tea by Susan.
Some were for a poultice.
The Medicine Wheels
On the land there were two medicine wheels. One that was made by the
Sasquatch many months before, and a second one that was made the night
before I arrived. Medicine Wheels are not fully understood by most
people. Some say, they symbolize cosmic connections and our relationship
to the sun; others say it represents a symbol of Harmony and Oneness or
about 'walking the Earth with reverence, with healthy minds and inner
peace, honoring the connection between s-irit and nature, by awakening
our memories and manifesting our dreams.The Sasquatch said that these
rock and shell and wood circles, describing the four directions, serve
as Portals. You can go through them -- but be aware! You may not be able
to come back! The Sasquatch call this other world, the Sometime Place.
I don't know all the meanings and purposes of the Medicine Wheels, but
the Sasquatch sometimes make these Medicine Wheels as a sign that they
had been on the land near you. They often re-arrange them each time they
come by. Since they are mostly nocturnal, these changes occur at night.
The Sasquatch Family
Susan had come to know and love the Sasquatch family of which there were
33 including a few who are pregnant. All of their sp-ritual activities
and understandings were new to Susan who had been raised in a southern,
traditional, re-igious c-urch and was often surprised by the
me-aphysical explanations and behaviors of the Sasquatch families. In
many cases it seemed they were influenced by the Native American
culture, but as time went on and I learned more about the history of
Sasquatch, I began to think that the Sasquatch were most likely the Ones
who influenced the Native peoples in all countries. They said that they
were here before the Ice Age and they were like us at that time.
Sasquatch Foot and Hand Prints
Susan and her husband also had as many as 20 to 25 molds of Sasquatch
feet taken from the mud during the rainy seasons. Some even revealed
toenail imprints because the foot had sunk so deeply into the mud or
because they climbed an embankment and the toes dug deeply into the soil
leaving an impression. Some of the short and fat footprints were of the
Sasquatch children.
Part 1.
John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com
Subject: Your Friendly Sasquatch. Part 2. Aug. 29, 2007.
.............................................................................
.............................................................................
Spirit Rocks
The Sasquatch people also give rocks as gifts. These are spirit rocks
and the ones they subsequently gave me, were for communication with them
and with s-irit. I was to hold the rocks in my hand, ask a question of
importance to me and then listen for the answer. The Sasquatch were not
really interested in answering every little thought that might enter the
busy mind of most humans, but they were always available to answer the
heart-centered, thoughtful, requests for help from sensitive people.
Susan and her husband have received many of these rocks. In fact they
are displayed in wall-to-wall shelving for viewing and working with them
privately in a little woodworking shop they recently built on the farm.
The rocks are all different; many originate from other parts of the
country. They seem to call you to hold them and even communicate with
them. There are also some arrowheads and carved wooden pieces.
Alone in the Woods
Soon I left to be alone in the forest with the Sasquatch. My friends
accompanied me on the weekends and then I was alone during the week. It
was ideal for me. Being in a quiet space all day to read, write and
communicate with nature. There was a little creek nearby, a short hike
to water, and the general store with supplies of ice was only a half
hours drive away.
I am alone with the noisy crows and woodpeckers, the chattering
squirrels, white-tailed deer, an occasional skunk and fox. Bears and
cougars also live in these woods, but they are not aggressive and I felt
secure in the presence of the Sasquatch people. From all I had read,
they protect and watch over humans.
I found a comfortable white boulder to lean against while sitting on a
towel on the ground, daydreaming... crackling, dry leaves of many colors
are all around me. There is no furniture, no electricity and no water
inside a small cabin that is my temporary home. I have a flashlight and
a sleeping bag.
I left some food on the picnic table near the cabin as a gift to the
Sasquatch. But when I returned from a hike, I saw debris all around. It
appeared that the crows were the ones who benefited from the food. They
were noisy in the trees caw-cawing loudly. Sasquatch have told me they
can enter the spirit of the crow and see the world through their eyes
while flying through the tree tops. What to think? Was it the crows or
the Sasquatch who ate the organic apricots and bars of chocolate?
The Nighttime Activities with the Wise Ones
Wednesday night and it is nearly dark at 8:00 p.m. I am outside where
the full moon is shining brightly between openings in the tall pine
trees. The light is beautiful and I savor the total stillness of the
forest. Standing unmoving among the trees, I express out loud my
appreciation for the beauty of the trees and of the night. There is a
sense of timelessness in this moment. The moon looks huge and bright
white. As I gaze at it, I wonder if there are U.S. or E.T. bases on the
moon.
Around me I begin to feel an aura of Love. It is a gentle frequency that
expands a hundred feet on all sides. I recognize it as the same
welcoming vibration I receive when the dolphin pods approach. Who is it?
I wonder? I have the feeling someone is coming. There is something very
loving in the air. Could it be the Wise Ones? This is the name for the
Sasquatch people who are the most advanced spiritually and
intellectually.
Glancing outside the open door, I see movement at the edge of the porch.
I bring my attention to the area and become aware of two gentle dark
eyes looking at me. They are not staring or piercing eyes, but soft,
half-closed eyes. I feel the warmth behind them. Widening my gaze, I see
the rest of the head, and a form standing just beneath the porch roof.
In the fading light, I can see the head is big with curly hair
surrounding the face. I hadn't pictured Sasquatch with curly hair. It
looks very nice, like a child's favorite teddy bear, well-worn. I look
steadily at the face to be sure I am seeing what I think is there. The
head of this huge body is framed in the leaves from the trees? It seems
to be merging with the leaves. I see a distinct curl over the right eye.
There is no obvious neck, a dark outline of massive shoulders, long
arms. The lower part of the body is too dark to see in detail, but it
blocks out everything behind it, giving me an idea of its size. The eyes
continue to stare softly at me. The head is below the height of the
roof. I estimate this Sasquatch is more than six feet tall.
I wonder if this is a Sasquatch or a Wise One. I have heard that the
Wise Ones do not have hair on their face and that their face is a light
color. That they have large shoulders but a thinner, narrow, long body.
Stan Johnson described them similarly in his book. I wonder if their
appearance changes with the weather, the temperature. Are they more
bushy in the winter? It has been 80 degrees F. every day.... so many
questions! As I look at this alert being with sparkling eyes, I feel
love and gratitude. Thank you so much for coming this close and letting
me see you. I am happy to meet you.
Soon, too soon, the eyes look down and the Sasquatch moves silently to
his/her left, out of my sight. I hear two departing footsteps, crunching
in the leaves, and then nothing more. I remain lying in the cabin
expressing appreciation.
Sticks and Stones
In a little while I go outside and sit on the porch. The Sasquatch
welcome people with stone markers that are precariously stacked along
the road and near the cabin. I took pictures of these stone totems
admiring their skillful designs and signs of their intelligent presence.
The Sasquatch were here, although unseen by most people.
Now I hear a sound like two sticks being clapped together, repeatedly. I
continue to look into the darkness, hoping to see my Sasquatch friend
again. No movement, everything is dark. I continue to telepath to them.
As I am wondering why they haven't been around that much, they point out
that the severe dry weather that the forests are experiencing makes the
area by the river more desirable for them. I have a vision of them
swimming in the coolness of the river. It is about 20-30 miles away from
this little house.
They also communicate that they spend time in the coolness of their
underground homes. The area is very dry right now and everyone is
wishing for rain. As I sit in the quietness for another 15 - 20 minutes
there is a sudden noise like heavy raindrops. It is a shower of tiny
pebbles falling from the top of the nearby trees through the branches
and onto the ground, in front of the porch. They do not touch me, but I
can see them falling, as if from the sky. A phenomenon like that takes
someone to create it. It is not a natural phenomenon. This is how the
Sasquatch make contact, in a mysterious and also non-threatening way.
They let me know they are nearby. I understand it as another sign of
welcome from the Sasquatch. Quietly, I continue to communicate ... "Is
there anything I can do to help you? To help the Earth?"
Answer: "Teach as you do, about the passion and compassion you feel for
all the animals, for all of life. Teach from your sensitivity about us.
People will listen to you and begin to understand."
Overcoming Fear
I continue to stare into the darkness. There is a dim light on me from a
Coleman lantern. I am looking at the ground, to the place where the
pebbles harmlessly dropped. The silence is very thick. Suddenly I hear
heavy footsteps in the crispy foliage, just beyond the nearby trees.
Loud, heavy, approaching me, each step placed strangely far apart. My
heartbeat increases and I'm sure my quickly palpitating heart is visibly
shaking my body ... a moment of fear! Then I remind myself who it is -
the Sasquatch People. In my mind I explain to them that in human films
(movies), sounds of footsteps in the night are a cause for fear. Most
people automatically react that way. Now the fear is gone as I
acknowledge their presence near me. There are 3 heavy steps, the last
one a shuffle. Then two more heavy steps and that is all. Where did they
go? How can they walk without being heard? Do they dematerialize? I
remain listening in the way the dolphins have taught me. Hearing the
faintest, most minuscule sounds. All is silent. Not even a bug buzzing
or a squirrel running across the ground!
Time to crawl into my warm sleeping bag. There, I toss and turn all
night, too excited to sleep, happily reliving what happened and
remembering the face of my new friend.
Health Advice from the Wise Ones
The next day, I drive into town and visit stores, getting more ice for
the cooler. Susan and her husband are arriving today, and so I buy some
food to share with them. In addition, some of their friends from the
Archeological Society will come to visit. They want to hear about the
dolphins.
Part 2.
John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com