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Our Friend man of Wisdom – and Space Craft operator

Our SpaceCraft Operator Friend is a quite famous and controversial man named Clark McClellan. Clark was the Mission control flight director for many of the NASA shuttle missions back in the ’80s and 90’s. Clark later in his career became a whistleblower on many of the policies  NASA was withholding or not telling the truth about. Of course, he lost his job and lost his pension and is now living only on Social Security. His health has deteriorated from a long fight with diabetes resulting in the lower part of one leg being removed. On the same day lost his beloved angel, his fiancee to cancer. He is an unhappy place, lonely and in poverty, not the way a hero should be. But as we have seen over the years whistle-blowers face being ostracized by society, with only the cosmos to thank them for their efforts.

Rainbow and I spoke with Clark last weekend he was in a depressed state but still had his fighting spirit. We talked about many things, but I would like to talk about Clark’s feeling about the reality of our spiritual realm. Clark is a spiritual person and not a religious one, in fact, he has very little good to say about organized religion. Clark has coined a word called Celestialism, which I believe is the concept of the straight pure Universal Energy that created all and continues to guide ALL that it created on its free course through the eons of time. This is a simple yet powerful concept that the Cosmos created itself and continues to create with no end in sight.

And may I add beyond Clark’s concept, that this Celestialism has imprinted in all the entities in the Universe the ability to also create through intention, through the Quantum physics, so we are all-powerful beings, we have just all forgotten how.

Sleep tight, Have faith in yourself, not in an organization that controls you with their faith.

MWiz

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Reality vs Frightful Shadows Part 2- Phobias

Throughout childhood really weird phobias crept out of nowhere and I found myself in some cases manipulated by odd fears. To this day, I hate cars or vehicles of any sort coming up behind me. It unhinges me to no end. If I hear cars coming I either run or hide in bushes. There’s a really interesting comfort in knowing I can’t be seen. As a child, I would outrun cars walking home or find hiding places along the way home. I actually had hiding places down in my head that I could run to at a moment’s notice along the way to and from school. To this day as an adult, I have to keep myself from jumping into bushes. I’m sure Michael wouldn’t appreciate trying to coax me out of our neighbor’s bushes so I do my best to control this strange habit.

I can’t sleep with a top sheet. I don’t like the feel of it and I don’t like my feet being confined  by the weight of the top sheet and the bedspread. I have memories of being on a table and having a thick, sticky, mucus like substance draped over me. It would get really tight and I wouldn’t be able to move. My arms and legs would be held so tight that I remember screaming with no sound coming out of me.

I could turn my head side to side and look around but I couldn’t get free and the more I struggled, the tighter it would become. It would feel like hours would pass with no one coming around. In some ways that was just as bad as what the Greys were doing to me. That was probably the worst torture of all and I believe to this day that the Greys and anyone else who does this, knows it. It’s part of the mind-screw that they implement starting at young ages. To this day if I find sheets on me, I panic.

Add to the above, the uncomfortable and stressful feelings I get being in an elevator or in a car on a highway that is slowed by traffic. When I was in Paris, France years ago, I was staying at a hotel that had a small and round elevator. It was big enough just for two people. I went up it the first time and by the time we hit the floor our room was on, I was a total mess. I couldn’t breathe, I had sweat coming off my forehead and the palms of my hands were sweaty and hot. When I got to my room, I looked in the mirror and was flushed from head to toe. I looked like I had been in the sun and was a cooked lobster. It took a few hours for me to get back to normal. I walked up and down the stairs after that.

Just recently Michael and I went to go get family from the airport and the roads were full of black ice. Traffic came to a standstill, three or four times and I found myself panicking, not being able to breathe. My palms were sweaty and I was stressed beyond my limits so much so that I  almost jumped out of the car. This particular phobia, I don’t understand unless I was taken away against my will multiple times in vehicles and I associate traffic and being confined in a car to this fear.

Like most abductees, I can’t sleep with the lights off. The darkness is too vast and so much can happen in the blackness of the room. Corners in a room become hiding places for uninvited creatures and closets become doorways into the unknown. I can feel spirits looking down at me, sucking my breath away or standing by my bed staring down at me. I have been touched and shaken even with the lights on but for me, the advantage is that I can see my surroundings. The days of sleeping in a dark room were over years ago.

I grew up in an average household with two older sisters. We were middle class America with hopes and dreams just like everybody else. Maybe that was a part of this phenomenon, the more American pie people are, the better they are for target practice and to experiment on.

How does the paranormal fit into all of this? Well, for some reason abductees attract the paranormal to them and I am assuming because we carry with us a very distinct energy or frequency that becomes altered through the abductions, it stays with us throughout our lives.

Sometimes the shadows will divulge what type of  intelligence is lurking in the corner. It doesn’t matter if it’s Alien, human or spirit, I don’t like uninvited guests especially when I’m at my most vulnerable. For Empaths like myself, we don’t like surprises so turning on the light seems to be whole heck of a lot easier than waiting for the darkness to emerge.

As Michael says, sleep tight but for those of you like me, keep the lights on.

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Images of Contacts/Dark and Light

Here are some drawings I have done of entities and Beings that were either helpful or harmful. I think it’s important as an Empath to show everyone what I see. I draw from my inner mind (view) of what they look like to me or how they show themselves to me. Let Michael and I know what you think. ALL DRAWINGS ARE COPYRIGHTED 2017. If you want to use my drawings, please let me know and ask me.

  1. Raitheeyon: A Reptilian who can be either male or female depending on the circumstances. The interaction with this Alien made me feel like I was breakfast, lunch and dinner. I was so sick mentally, physically and spiritually the last 3 months of being in Utah that I felt like I wouldn’t make it out.
Raytheon

2. Dugway Sprites: While Michael and I were in Utah these Entities contacted me during a drive through Skull Valley close to Dugway Proving Grounds. They told me that if we went back and drove toward the Skull Valley area and the mountains around the Base that they would show themselves as energy and light anomalies. They were a beautiful experience!

Dugway Sprites

3.Antioch: Is a Jinn. He came about with when Michael and I went to Skinwalker Ranch in Utah. He is one of the Beings that stands by a Portal on the property. He represents the darkness or the part of ancient history that follows the beginnings of history. He was demanding and a problem for awhile until I shut him out and made it clear no more contact.

Antioch

4. Amadeus: Is the opposite of Antioch. He/she is a Hermaphrodite who stands by the other side of the Portal on Skinwalker Ranch. She is an earth bound Angel that adjusts for dark energy that goes through the Portal. He/She is the balance, the opposition to Antioch’s darkness. Amadeus is the illuminating source of the higher frequency of Ethereal Bliss, Euphoria and Love.

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Reality VS the Frightful Shadows Part 1

The paranormal can be many things for a variety of reasons. For the most part within our reality here on this planet, there are the unseen, unknowable aspects of the darkness and only what seems to be like a handful of books to address any problems lurking within the shadows. Syfy has taken liberties with imaginative monsters and dark gabled windows that reflect back more than the naked eye can see. What happens when the darkness is real, the experiences are terrifying and the impulse is to run with nowhere to hide? It’s become a rudimentary and convoluted topsy turvy problem; the reality for some reason seems to be less terrifying to fanatical listeners and distantly obsessed observers because Horror and Syfy shows have taken everything to the extreme, the impossible, and the unthinkable. People who experience the darkness these days have to prove its existence to the naysayers, when years ago, on word of mouth only and a preacher’s visit, the said acknowledgment was enough.

With this being said, to an, “In the moment Experiencer,” there is no movie comparable to living and breathing the reality of shadows and mysterious creatures. The reality of the unexplained is not only a lonely endeavor but for most people, they instinctively loath the idea and without a doubt, resolutely avoid its path. Those few brave souls like Michael and myself who do venture forward towards the unknown, become acquainted with the shadows and the shadows forever follow us. This doesn’t mean that light doesn’t peek through the shadowy silhouettes; it means that once acquainted with the unknown, one becomes altered by its association.

Here are a few experiences I have had that I can’t explain. I’ve tried to figure out scenarios that fit perfectly like puzzle pieces even though these sequences are just as fantastical as the experience. Maybe this is the first clue, what seems to be complete fantasy probably is closer to the truth and reality than what we can ever know. Aliens, Shadow People, Men in Black, Black Ops and Cryptids welcome the occasional traveler through their domains or so we think. Maybe in some cases, it’s a bit more sinister.

I don’t want to put human thought into the minds of certain beings, Aliens, Cryptids or whoever lurks in the corners. But I must say, my human mind wants clarification and tutoring into the protocols of each group. How do we understand what exists alongside us that is ultimately as foreign to us as the distant star? Those dark and mysterious reclusive souls who stay within the shadows eventually come out and show themselves in the most unusual and convoluted ways. It comes down to seeing beyond our expected reality, our eyesight’s normal range so that we can see the depth of the exceptional unknown. The question is, how do we get past our minds roadblocks?

Locations can trigger memories as far back as our earliest childhood. Blocks and unconscious association to places and people can be the hardest of all to understand. Los Alamos, New Mexico is one of those places for me. As a child along with my older sister Holly, we realized that something was off, almost  peculiar regarding the town itself. And I say town because it wasn’t very big in the 70s. We would go to visit my uncle and aunt and each visit was always accompanied by dread not only by me but my sister as well. Back then as a kid, I felt I was going to the Twilight Zone. It reminded me of a town hiding secrets and the people seemed to be strange not only in appearance but in some other odd manner that even to this day, I can’t put my finger on. My uncle worked for Los Alamos Labs but we never knew what he did, he took its secret to his grave.

Funny thing is, that I had been there a few times as an adult but I blocked out the way from both directions, a back way through  the Jemez Mountains and the other off of  I-25. With the knowledge of my childhood apprehension regarding Los Alamos, Michael and I decided to take a trip the back way into Los Alamos to see why I felt the way I did. It was lovely, the Jemez Pueblo was surrounded by red rocks and the Caldera further down the road, was magnificent in size. How on earth could I have forgotten such a beautiful place? As we went along the winding road getting closer to Los Alamos, my breathing became heavier and I started to get sweaty palms. We past an area of high grass along the highway that ventured out into pine trees. A flash of memory came back to me but I wasn’t sure at first what it was. A few days later, it hit me like a ton of bricks, a full blown memory that to this day, I can’t believe I had forgotten.

I was around 6 or 7 years old and I remember a group of men in military uniforms. Some in brown and others in blue except for … the Grey Aliens. They were testing me along with a selected group of children. We were all supposed to levitate over an area the size of a football field. They had us running along a large valley of tall grass surrounded by pine trees. I was scared and knew that I wouldn’t be able to levitate as they requested. My mind was literally mush so nothing could get through. I literally felt like a scared rabbit.  I knew that the repercussions for not doing what they asked me to do was going to be a severe punishment but I didn’t care. I knew that if I ran a little behind the other kids that there might be a chance that I could escape. I didn’t see the soldiers that surrounded us when I made a run for it and I was immediately picked up scampering in another direction. The memory stops here.

Another memory came weeks later, I was back in the same area with the other children. The Greys were levitating over us and wanted us to follow them. They had instructions for us. It was a total mind manipulation, a third eye mind meld. I remember I physically saw through another way, I think my pineal gland and I felt tingly all over as if I was half in my body and half out. I levitated a little and would fall … constantly. I’m sure I was bruised. The other kids did the same but they didn’t seem to care if we were getting hurt, they just wanted us to keep up the levitation to a point to where we could float and move from one end of the field to the other. I remember I was levitating up to about 10 feet and I was looking down at the ground below me. It was such an exhilarating feeling of not only accomplishing what they wanted but entering another place in my mind. Some voice in my head told me that I was doing a good job. As a child, I liked pleasing this group of Aliens. Good things happened when I was able to do as they asked, but the consequences I use to suffer for my failures is still blocked. In a way, I’m glad I can’t remember.

The final memory which I believe involves my childhood handler is foggier than the other memories. I was holding a man’s hand who was very familiar to me. I looked up to him more as a father figure than anything. We were standing by a 4 door sedan. I knew it was my handler’s car. There were 4 men directly in front of us in military uniforms besides other vehicles that were military. One person in particular was a high ranking officer, I believe he was a Major. He was yelling at my handler, telling him he was inappropriate with me and getting in the way of my progress. I held my handler’s hand tightly because I didn’t want him to go away. At that very moment, I had a sinking feeling that things were going to change and never be the same. I knew they were going to make me leave in another car with some stranger who I didn’t know and who would be assigned as my new handler. Something happened though it’s foggy, someone took my arm as my handler pulled me closer to him and tried to fight off whoever was trying to take me away. The memory just fades away after that. I can’t remember what happened.

If I try to explain these memories, I can’t. They are as detailed as if they happened yesterday. How do I explain or prove them? This is hard to do.

Stay tune for part 2. Rainbow

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Encounters— Everywhere Anywhere

I have gone into deep woods in search of Sasquatch contact, but as time goes on I have started to realize that people have had encounters anywhere in the world – urban/rural/ desert / forest/islands and everywhere in between.

I have recently moved to Oregon and interestingly found out we live in the county with the most sightings in the country. Now remember its Oregon and people here are very open to these type of encounters, and I recently learned from a Sasquatch contactee that they love these huge trees that Oregon offers. Word has it they use the extensive root systems of these trees to communicate and even travel. The contactee I am speaking of is my finance and her first Sasquatch contact was in the shower in Albuquerque, telepathy. Her next encounter was in Portland area a suburb call Lake Oswego in the physical an in the house encounter. 

My encounters and sighting happened in the deep woods of Northeastern Washington State, which was made up of a couple of prints, hand on my shoulder in tent, a photo and a chorus of hooting Sasquatch. But there are many examples of the big Guys being seen and felt in urban areas around this country.

So let’s look at a few cities around the country that have had recent Sasquatch sightings , first Chicago there is a large forest preserve northwest side of the city , where joggers have gotten glimpses of the hairy folks over the years. In St Louis at their famous River Park there have been several sightings recently by picnickers who said they felt their presence and briefly saw the big guys watching them eat their food. King County/ Seattle 50 reported solid sighting the last 2 years. Miami/ Dade county numerous sightings of the Skunk Apes looking into people’s windows near the Everglades locations. And for many years south of Denver there has been a rash of day and night sightings in the middle of beautiful suburban areas.

So the bottom line here is researchers stay home, save your money they are in your backyard, meditate, look and be patient. If you are a peace loving person with a very open mind, they will contact you just reach out to them in a meditative state, and they will come – that easy.

Sleep tight – the paranormal is a normal state that exists all around you, embrace it and explore it.

MWiz

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Paranormal Awareness

Sometimes I listen to paranormal shows and I often wonder what their impact on people is. What are the do’s and don’ts of living in a haunted house? What are the signs that there is a problem and when should a person get professional help? It’s not easy living in a haunted home or for that matter experiencing the paranormal on a daily basis. It usually happens when we least expect it which in a warped way, is the paranormal’s way of showing us; it has a dark sense of humor.

When I was in my early teens, I realized that there were some things I had to learn to do to survive even the slightest hint of anything paranormal. I didn’t have any tools so I did what I could to feel safe. I realized even back then that there were people like me who were experiencing the paranormal but that there wasn’t a specific rule of thumb to go by. Maybe it’s time I wrote about my version of this rule of thumb so to speak and how it helped me get through some dark and tough times. This is obviously based on my experiences so I hope in some manner, large or small the advice I give will help those in search for answers.

Closets                                                              From childhood on up to this very day, closets still scare the bejeezus out of me. If a child or young adult tells their parents there is a problem in the closet, in most cases, they won’t be believed. This happened to me and it was really more about my parents didn’t want to deal with something that could possibly be a problem. The door would be shut and if it opened, there was a rational explanation. A closed door that doesn’t usually open on its own isn’t normal. Sounds from a closet are not normal. Things being messed with in a closet isn’t normal. Something coming out of a closet definitely isn’t normal. If any of these things I spoke of are part of a conversation you have with your kids or family members, there’s a problem. The real question is, why would a parent discount what a scared child or young adult tells them?

I believed my daughter when she told me something was in her closet watching her and what was worse, she then proceeded to tell me a voice told her to go to the closet. When she told me this, I immediately knew something was up. I mean, that is not a regular conversation I would usually have with my four years old. First and foremost, believe what your kids and family members are telling you. Secondly, it’s important to go and open the door, look around in the closet and state you are aware it’s there. Claim the closet as part of your house and smudge the inside of it with sage. I would also light either, frankincense and myrrh or dragonsblood incense in the bedroom. I would call my daughters guardian angels into the room and ask them to watch over her. I would also place a piece of tiger eye or serenite in the closet. I also do this for myself.

Antiques                                                                                                                                                                                   I’m a sucker for antiques and in some ways, they can be my downfall. There are two things you can do if you want to bring a piece of the past home with you, first, ask the history of the piece, where it came from and who owned it before it came up for sale. Secondly, ask the salesperson if anything strange has happened around it. If you get bad vibes meaning heart racing, headache, stomach tightening or goose-bumps from being around the piece, that’s usually a sign you should not buy it. Remember if something is attached to a piece of furniture, art or lamp, you will feel it. It’s harder for the darkness to hide when the room temperature changes. Beware of cold spots.

Haunted Rooms                                                        In a prior post I wrote about a house I lived in, in my early twenties. The room was one of the most haunted spaces I even to this day have come across. Usually haunted rooms or locations occur when a death, natural or unnatural has occurred. This means that perhaps violence and or negative emotions were absorbed into that room. Sometimes spirits like to occupy a space even if they did not live or experience anything there, it just depends on the circumstances. For example, a little boy spirit would peer in my daughter’s room from an outside window when she was young. He didn’t have anything to do with the house but was more attracted to her and her playing in her room. He wanted her to invite him in; I made it clear there would be no uninvited spirit playmates in the house.

Clearing a haunted room isn’t that easy. As a homeowner, it’s important to state it’s your house and that includes those spaces that are apart of your house that is compromised. I have always had an altar in my bedroom anywhere I’ve lived. It’s the one thing that I think people should do in their homes. Once I get my altar set up, I then make it clear that my guardian angels and spirit guides are invited in besides friendly contacts but all others with negative intentions, have to leave. If they don’t like it, I ask my guardian angels to take care of it. The important thing here is to know without a shadow of a doubt that your guardian angels will take care of it. If you doubt this, you take away their ability to get rid of unwanted spirits and you actually empower the unwanted spirit with the fear of uncertainty. Your convictions as a live human and your beliefs are put to the test when you have to get rid of unwanted spirits. They have to know that you have dominion in this reality. If they are mean, it may take some time but when I’ve had my fill of activity, I’m steadfast and stick to my guns in order to get them out.

Attachments                                                                                                                                                                           Spirits have their own agendas and sometimes figuring out what their agendas are can be like going down a rabbit hole. It’s important to look at yourself as a whole individual with a protective bubble around you. The one-way spirits can attach themselves to people is when they are depressed and unprotected. Think of all the people who take medication for depression, it’s a real problem and a part of this problem is dark energy taking advantage of the low points in people’s emotional lives.

Here’s something that might help, first off, it’s important to have daily goals even habitual routines that are reminders to keep our shields of protection up. All this shield is, is asking your spirit guides or guardian angels or whoever to protect you. Imagine wings around you all day or a wonderful array of lights engulfing you. However, you can imagine your shield around you because it is the most important part of keeping the darkness at bay. Imagining it, feeling it and relaxing in its protection is what makes it real. It’s a daily ritual of asking that reminds us that at certain times within a day, we can become vulnerable. This is when we need help the most.

Dark Shadows                                                                                                                                                                   Every so often in the various houses I’ve lived in, I have seen dark shadows. I don’t always see them as something apart of the house because I have seen them outside as well. I think they are beings from other dimensions who are fascinated with our energy. I think our vibrations of emotional highs and lows attract the attention of these creatures. Whatever appearance you see them it doesn’t really matter because they all seem to show themselves in whatever image gets the worst scare out of you. I’ve seen black blobs, shadows of men in military uniforms, tall and short figures of people and the list goes on. Whenever I see them, I say out loud, “I see you!” This has always worked in making them leave because for some reason they don’t like for the people to know they are watching them. I can’t say in all cases that if you let them know you see them that they will leave but at least it puts you on an even keel with whatever is looking at you. Awareness is key here.

Paralysis                                                                                                                                                                                This is a weird one here because I have woken up on my stomach totally paralyzed except for my eyes looking around. I have had a strange dark figure try to pull me off the bed a few times with me paralyzed except for my eyes and a difficult time speaking or should I say screaming! If I focus on my vocal cords and really try to get them to work, I usually can make a sound squeak out and then I can get it louder from there. I think on this one if you can stay focused on your body and not what’s going on around you it helps. It’s important to try to get your mind over matter and focus on what works so that you can go to that inner place within you that is your source of power. This is what I call the sanctuary of the soul where God presides. In my opinion, there is nothing more powerful than this place within a person and if we can learn to focus on it, we usually can free ourselves. I know I did it in Egypt when I woke up paralyzed. The Medicine men and women I studied with showed me how to focus during times of distress.

You have to calm down your breathing, almost feeling your heartbeat, feeling it within your chest beating in a more relaxed manner. Secondly know that you are working from your mind and that what the mind tells the body to do, it does. Its part of the reality of this dimension, our mind is the pilot of our body. Focus on your inner sanctuary where your essence is most comfortable and at home. Between the two, mind and essence, focus on easing yourself from the confines of the paralysis. As it was told to me, all humans need to get used to going within themselves instead of focusing outside themselves. By going within, we make it harder for paralysis and mind control to happen. There’s a vast Universe within us that we never venture into, maybe it’s time you did.

Hope these examples help you. I’ve been dealing with all kinds of things for 50 years. Not much surprises me but there are those exceptions. I’ll talk about those in my next post.

e it harder for paralysis and mind control to happen. There’s a vast Universe within us that we never venture into, maybe it’s time you did.

Hope these examples help you. I’ve been dealing with all kinds of things for 50 years. Not much surprises me but there are those exceptions. I’ll talk about those in my next post.

Rainbow

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Utah where the world meets the Edge

This was my second stay in Utah I had worked at the Olympic Games in 2002 and had a wonderful experience, but my second stay not so much. I was luckier than Rainbow since I worked away from home daily and traveled out of state frequently. The strong energy impacts on her physically emotionally and mentally were by far less of a burden on me because I spent less time in its presence. But I did feel it and it was a powerful force.

Being an Empath like Rainbow is extremely hard because they absorb and are forced to process their surrounding energy, this is much different than the other 99% of the population. If these energies are of a dark nature it presence over-time will wear-down the Empath’s core defenses and in extremes cases turn the Empath to the dark-side. Many Empaths understand this principle and protect themselves from this dark invasion. Rainbow knows the potential strength of these beings and protects herself and protects me. I am grateful she has this understanding and it keeps our relationship intact because the interest in power couples by entities both dark and light is great and needs to be kept in check.

Utah is a land of great beauty, great mystery and great caution must be taken toward the dark elements that move through the community consuming innocent victims both Mormon and non- Mormon. The great secrecy of the church and symbols they have put on their religious buildings gives me great pause. The wealth in the Utah Mormon valley and the adjoining mountains is powerful, this power and wealth need to be watched and further understood.

Please understand I have met many people in Utah many interesting and nice, people that I will miss, but I will probably never go back. We have written many posts about our adventures in Utah, each one could make a good chapter in a paranormal bestseller.

Sleep tight – If you live in Utah enjoy the beauty, but sleep with one eye very wide open.

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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 the 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 of 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 foodstuffs, 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 shoot 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 along 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 his 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-’70s.  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 the 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.

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