Happy New Year from the Big Creek Sasquatch of Cross Over
The Sasquatch had much to say and reveal in 2021. I think a quote from my Bigfoot friend, Loquius, is appropriate to ring in the New Year as we look forward to brighter and happier times.
"The inflection point of true miracles is at hand. We ask all good beings to join us by adding positive and powerful good intentions to the Sasquatch Stream of Consciousness and the healing of Mother Earth." Loquius, Master at Arms for the Sasquatch Council of Elders
Our Merry Month of January Giveaway features Book 1 in my Bigfoot Book Series Conversations With Sasquatch, The Encounter
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2022 looks to be an exciting and busy year as we ramp up to publish the next book in the Bigfoot Book Series, Conversations With Sasquatch, The Awakening
THE END OF 2021 SAW THE PUBLICATION IN eBOOK FORMAT THE FOLLOWING:
The heart is a magical place…
it is the home to angels
and the domain of violins,
it is the songstress of hope
and the truth of man, the mighty, mighty well
from which love and joy have sprung.
Combined good intentions can destroy any problem"
Since problems are created by counter intentions from self or others, directing intentions toward constructive results, creates an abundance of directed intentions or solutions. The problem will vanish!"
Loquius, Master at Arms for the Sasquatch Council of Elders
Greetings from the Sasquatch! Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year!
For December we have more Merry Month Giveaways! The link to new adventures starts here: https://books.bookfunnel.com/free-fantasy-and-sci-fi-ebooks/zr5ywd8htb
The Beginning Episode 1
The last house on the left is where the pigeons roost, huddled in a perfect row atop the grey-green roof peak next to the iron lightning rods that point to the heavens like weary crosses. There are still intact panes of glass in some of the dark windows, but mostly the interior is naked to the wind that makes a wheeze and a sigh as it climbs the creaking stairs into the attic.
The old homestead is mine, now. Handed down with a substantial tax lien and a weathered “No Trespassing” sign tacked to the front door.
I had surmised I would probably want nothing to do with the old place when I received notice from the court. I had planned my trip to Comins in order to do whatever was necessary to help the county auction it off in order to satisfy the delinquent tax revenue needs. That was my intention before I arrived on a blustery, sunny day in September.
The two lone sugar maples shading the front yard weed patch are ablaze in a patina of glorious reds, oranges and golds. The leaves are picked up by the wind and twirl in the air like a migrating swarm of butterflies. I am immediately struck by the forlorn beauty of the weather beaten house sitting serenely in its quaint setting beside a small creek, the golden rod and Black-eyed Susans, the cobbled path that leads poetically to the stick railing and columned front porch that is now beginning to sag beneath the weight of time. The red brick chimney on the north side facing is listing outward toward a gnarled orchard of apple and pear, in what looks like a desperate attempt to flee the gray, mottled skin of alligatored paint.
Any sane person would turn around and run. But, I am not always the sane one, you would soon find that out if you were to ask the remaining members of my family. I have never been one to toe the conventional line of thinking or believe that I had to follow the dictates of self-inaugurated authorities. I have often rejected the status quo in order to forge a life of my own making. I am now beginning to understand the process of how and why Uncle Cecil came to the conclusion of leaving to me, and me alone, 931 Reber Road.
The rest of my siblings can simply wish their wipe their hands of the place without even a sideways glance, though there are a couple of my brothers that I am sure are bitching about their lost claim to the land, 295 acres all told.
Cecil must have known that I would see beauty where no one else in the family would appreciate it. And then there is my penchant for conversing with Sasquatch, Gnomes and even the dearly departed. These entities have always existed in abundance here. Maybe Uncle Cecil saw turning the house over to me as a opportunity to hang around and haunt the place, or even sit down on the front porch with a bootle of Schnapps and me, for a seance on the merits of growing hemp instead of corn. Whatever the reason, here I am, enamored with what I am sure is considered by the community, an eyesore.
(earlier episodes at: The Beginning )
The Rising, Episode 1
The Dead Horse Sink portal did not deposit us into its Cross Over counterpart. Our immediate surroundings appear as far from a swamp as one can possibly get. We are standing instead, in the midst of a well organized and prosperous Cross Over farm. I can see rows of mature vegetables that I have no difficulty recognizing as huge carrots, pumpkins, green peppers and squash. There is an assortment of utility buildings and even more humans engaged in a multitude of crop harvesting tasks.
The Amish looking fellow has broken away from his wife and children, and with long strides has descended upon us with a big smile.
“My name is Dr. Anthony Walker,” he graciously announces and reaches out with a large hand. His grip is gentle, but sure. His warm eyes have a profound twinkle that pulls you in like a magnet.
“Richard,” I respond. “And this is my dearest friend, Tecumseh.”
“Nice to meet the both of you,” he says with a hand gesture encompassing the farm and its activities. “Welcome.”
“Thank you, we are happy to be here.”
“Demarcus has been telling us of your coming. He says that you have been to Pariseema and have spent time with the Council of Elders. He has assured us that you can be trusted with what you may see and hear while spending time among us. I trust this is the case?” he questions with a raise of his eyebrows.
“We have no agenda,” I answer. “We are here at the invitation and behest of your Bigfoot host.”
“Excellent. You are a writer I understand, a messenger.”
“Yes. I have taken it upon myself to deliver much Sasquatch knowledge to our world. I have established a relationship with a Sasquatch by the name of Loquius and other members of the Council of Elders. They have given me the role of a messenger as well as gifts that are being researched to help mankind. I unfortunately, do not yet know the role that Demarcus has in this rather bizarre game.”
“To quail any confusions or doubts that you may be harboring concerning our presence here, I want you to know that it is all voluntary. There are no humans in Cross Over living under any Bigfoot Duress. We are not slaves nor captives of the Sasquatch as some human Bigfoot hunters may have proposed.”
“Why are you here, may I ask?”
“To help.” Dr. Walker states. “We have chosen to be here as both students and teachers. It is important for you to understand that the inflection point is upon us.”
“What do you mean by inflection Point?” I ask.
“The Rising,” he answers. “It is the Age of Awakening for the masses of humankind. It is imperative for man to realize the consequences of playing God with living genomes, electronic frequencies and artificial intelligences. The Sasquatch have seen it all before. They know where the road leads and ends, and it is not anywhere near Utopia. That is why we are here.”
A lightbulb goes off in my head. “Ted Kaczynski?”
“His hypothesis to the dismay of many was correct,” Dr. Anthony Walker states with a nod, then adds. “It may surprise you, but there are some of the greatest minds of our time that have come to Cross Over.”
Previous episodes at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-novel-the-rising.html
This Month you can download Sasquatch Stream of Consciousness for free.
Early Autumn was an electric show. We had some humdinger lightning storms, and after one particular doozy I went for a hike to visit message rock.
I love the smell of the forest floor after a fresh rain when the earth is damp and the sun rays dance in misty enchantments. It is magical see a warbler drink from a brimming cup of a leaf, then sing with joy: and an intricate gossamer web collecting tiny water droplets to create a rainbow as fleeting and illusive as the Sasquatch that have left me a beautiful striking lightning stone.
I am filled with gratitude and trade out the gift stone for the Granny Smith apple that I had brought along for a snack. That is the way of the forest people and all our family of friends that come to visit message rock from the other side.
Great News! Brand New Books that you can read along with are now in the making!
I have begun book 4 in the Conversations with Sasquatch series, called The Rising. You can read along for free as I write this book in weekly installments online on my website at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-novel-the-rising.html
I have also begun book ground zero called Conversations With Sasquatch, The BeginningYou can also read along as I write this book in weekly installments online on my website at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/conversations-with-sasquatch-the-beginning.html
Sasquatch Stream of Consciousness
Merry Month of November Book Giveaway
You can now discover new authors in our November ebook extravaganza. There are over 90 free books that you can choose from, including my Sasquatch Stream of Consciousness :
But You must hurry! This month's giveaway expires November 15th
Water runs through us and the earth. It is the blood of life. It is the host to a wealth of nutrients, minerals and intentions for sustaining a healthy body, mind and spirit. Even love is soluble in water and passed from one living creature to another. It can be blessed, cleansed and fortified by prayer, or what we Sasquatch call, the purity of intention.
I am Loquius, Master at Arms for the Bigfoot Council of Elders. Richard and Mary Rensberry have not only become dear friends of mine, they are friends of the highest order to all of life and Mother Earth. They are water spirits, divining rods for all that is good. They have taken on the responsibility of sharing with you the ancient wonders of how to make and use plasma energy water. It is free as the wind. It is pure as an apple picked fresh from a tree. It can be yours to nature and drink. It is your Sasquatch genie in a bottle.
Stay tuned, great things are on the horizon!
I wake to whispers
from conifer fronds,
feel cool, wet moss
beneath my feet.
Flashes of heat lightning
turn spruces into ghosts
and apparitions of Bigfoot.
There’s a fragrance
of honeysuckle rose
that tickles my nose. I sneeze,
and the heavens open
wide with the eyes of the night.
“It is time,” A Bigfoot says.
“To escape from your illusion.”
A glowing white owl hoots
backlit by the moon.
It swivels its head
as a chorus of crickets
and tree toads sing. A red fox
bounces from a thicket
The Bigfoot says, “It is time.
The heart is bigger
and louder than the mind.
Listen, it is the voice
of your conscience awakening.”
A blackbird ‘top a cattail whistles.
Then Dan Ackroyd appears
full of grins and jolly.
He has a look of innocence and hope
written across his face.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I’m on a mission from God.”
In these perilous times, I have been focused on how to build and fortify my immune system against the deadly man made pathogen we are currently doing battle with. Our natural immune systems are key to this fight. There is no vaccine, nor is there likely to ever be one, that will be effective against this man made Frankenstein. It is a relative to the common cold virus and will never be stopped by anything but a strong, natural immune system.
The precious roots that were gifted to me by the Sasquatch Council of Elders have very high concentrations of immune building minerals. I am working with a naturopathic doctor to make a combination of these super minerals available for use by everyone in the future.
I am not a scientist, I am a writer. I just happen to be fortunate enough to have spent considerable time amongst the great and wonderful forest people that are immune to all of our diseases. I have never encountered a physically ill Bigfoot.
These magical beings have an abundance of basic knowledge that has been lost to the human race. It is their and my intention to help us regain and use their Bigfoot wisdom to reawaken our compromised immune systems.
Once again, stay tuned. I see a bright and magical future just around the bend.
The first giveaway is called Fast Pace Books. All of these books fit the category of short reads including my book Conversations With Sasquatch, The Encounter. This giveaway runs until October 18th. The link to this giveaway is: https://books.bookfunnel.com/fastpacedbook/wign6t9xdb
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