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Werewolf, Wolfman, Dogman – a Cryptid of different names

The Werewolf And The Nineteenth-Century …atmostfear-entertainment.com

Werewolfs and Wolfman have been known around the world since the beginning when man started to pass down stories of them from Scandinavia. England to India, China, Japan, Brazil, and Russia to name a few areas.

These were scary creatures tall with a wolf-like appearance (with a longer narrower snout than a wolf ), running bi-pedal, with strides four to six feet and more. They are quite a sight, as I will tell you about my personal experience later.

Wolves in Native American vision are magical animals – powerful, very smart, and with a spiritual aura to them. They probably have nothing to do with the Cryptids that have the appearance similarities. Wolves are magnificent creatures, I have seen them in the wild and one to touch from a wolf sanctuary. It’s a must event on your bucket list. That is why I have them at the top of my web page.

A werewolf and wolfman are the mythical versions of the Dogman. They are mythical because these have a man turning in a wolf or a man part of them and I don’t buy it. Man has always tried to make things scarier, so we embellish for maximum effect.

But Dogman is real, we ( Rainbow and I ) have seen one. Back several years ago when we lived in New Mexico we were hiking on the east slope of Sandia Mountain outside of Albuquerque. We parked at the trailhead, Rainbow got out first ( as normal ), and moved toward the trail, I got out and saw a huge bear in front of her and I shouted to watch out. The bear ran and that was that., at least we thought, Then Rainbow noticed a very tall hunched over person gliding across the ridge ahead of us. I saw it too, but it was NOT a person – it was an 8 ft plus Dogman. After catching our breath we decided on a fearless move, follow it.

So we curiously walked toward a situation we were hoping wasn’t a trap. After moving slowly up the trail about 1/2 mile in. about 150 or so feet away. leaning next to a huge tree there it was very still and watching us. Its body seemed to slowly sway back and forth. Huge head, big eyes, multi-colored hair/fur. Then suddenly we felt we needed to back off and go back and leave. We think the pushback was from the Dogman. But we did get a picture as we left -see below.

Dogman – center left of large tree

Sleep tight – Dogman are real – but I sincerely believe they are not dangerous to man as long as one , heeds their warning

MWiz

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Paranormal Underground Magazine-Rainbow Issue

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Check out this amazing magazine that I contribute to! Inside each issue are great articles from some of the best researchers, paranormal investigators, Shamans alike. It’s a must have for Cryptid and paranormal researcher enthusiasts!

In this issue, read my two articles, “Are You a Sensitive, Psychic or Empath? What’s the Difference? and “Dogman VS. Werewolf: Similar Cryptids With a Big Difference.”

Thanks Everyone,

Rainbow

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Werewolf Encounter Is it all True Series #442

 

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Years ago I can remember stories up in Taos, New Mexico about Cryptids called Werewolves and Dogman.  I can’t say for sure that Werewolves are Cryptids because they seem to be darker in nature, half animal and half human. Are humans Cryptids, obviously not.

The Taos Mountain in many ways became my enchanted forest, the mystery of not only my soul but also that which I couldn’t see but feel. My first Vision Quest happened up in the back mountains of Taos when I was 23. The three day Vision Quest started with prayers and a peaceful repose that lingered within my heart through out the days and nights of mediation. The ending though, was far from serene, more like the scene out of a scary movie.

The difference is this really happened and it happened to me.

I have always felt that trees can hide people from danger, if only they are asked to do so. The trees seemed to shelter me and I felt I was hidden away in my private world of mediation. With the trees as my allies I had a false sense of protection. They after all can only do so much from their high vantage points but I was to find out, they have other ways of at least warning people of possible danger.

Lying down in my tent, I noticed that I had goosebumps on my arms  and then I sat up and felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The dead silence of panic was deafening along with the startling angst in my chest. The dead silence alerted my warning bells and they started to chime unabashedly. The beautiful night’s tranquility had been shattered within the blink of an eye.

A voice, Elemental in nature yelled, “Run!”

It seemed the trees started to creek and moan loudly, waving at me, seemingly throwing branches at my tent. I scrambled out of my tent and started running without a second thought. The moon was full and high within the darkened night sky yet her luminous glow was my beacon leading me in the direction of my family’s campground. With the speed of a scared rabbit, I jumped over sagebrush and knew that even one glance back would be my downfall.

I could hear breathing from far behind me with a slight growl escaping its jaws besides sagebrush and rocks being scattered and trampled. I was running as fast as my feet allowed me and in some strange way, I knew that if I didn’t pick up my pace, I was a gonner. Somehow I just went for it, an all out run, yet this thing was getting closer and closer. I could feel its gaze, penetrating my back, that of an angry predator. To put it bluntly, I felt like a deer or antelope escaping for my life. Somehow my superhuman powers took over and I sprinted home with a speed I didn’t know I was capable of.

I ran into the bus and slammed the door behind me. I could tell it had stopped chasing me a couple yards away. The horses started to get panicky and the dogs growled. Let’s just say I woke up the whole camp, humans and animals alike. That night,  I realized that I was just out of harm’s way by seemingly an arm’s length.

That night I was lucky that the Werewolf backed off.

Rainbow