Conversations With Sasquatch
The Night Shift

Asteroid Machine Shop

Conversations With Sasquatch The Night Shift is book five in the Sasquatch book series.  Its follows Conversations With Sasquatch The Rising.  

It is being written live here on my website as I have done with all my other books in the past.  Thousands of visitors have been able to read along for free over the last several years and you will be able to enjoy this perk as well, until I decide otherwise.  I have been considering moving Conversations with Sasquatch The Night Shift to Amazon Vella and probably will in the not too distant future.

Ariah

Conversations With Sasquatch
The Night Shift
Episode 1

Conversations With Sasquatch The Night Shift episode 1

     Some people sleep eight hours a night, others suffer from insomnia, many go to bed and never wake up at all; I work the Night Shift in a machine factory for slave-wage dollars in order to survive outside the boundaries of our all intrusive Earth, artificial intelligence matrix.  It makes no sense, but that is the way it is.  It takes money and resolve to build and maintain a workable resistance movement, even with the Sasquatch fully awake and devoted to our efforts.

     The Sasquatch Council of Elders have made it perfectly clear that there are strict rules regarding their contact with humans, rules established and governed by the Galactic Federation of Planets.  On the other hand, and fortunately for the New Earth Resistance Movement, Bigfoot General Demarcus sees these governing regulations as being pertinent only to an ethical and productive civilization of which our human Earth populace has long lacked subscribers.   As said to me in my first conversation with Sasquatch elder, Loquius, “Mankind is blowing it.”

     I’d much prefer to go to bed and sleep like a normal human being.  I’d cherish waking up happy if earth’s governments and corporate-media conglomerates weren’t bought and paid for by drug money, but I’m afraid that is far from the truth.  The general population of humans is spoon fed only what the elite money-men care to endorse and profit from, the rest is AI monitored and discarded as untrue or deplorable conspiracy theories.  This kind of totalitarianism works wonders in a society of automatons brainwashed into believing whatever their masters decide to put into their dirty little spoonful of lies.

     I just happen to be a lifelong rebel.  I do not and will not subscribe to this matrix mindset, instead I spend my nights rubbing elbows with a strong lady who is covered with cartoonish tattoos and bright pink hair.  Her name is Ariah.  She somehow finds this choreographed existence comical and laughs almost all of the time.  I am less optimistic and even grumble when she overtly breaks the machine shop rules and talks to me in a loud boisterous voice.  I remind her to keep her attention and eyes fixed on the images and mind-speak of our matrix issued smart phone.  She laughs all the more.  It’s a miracle that neither one of us has been hog-tied and subjected to the COVID jabs that  the matrix has so diligently spiked with behavior altering viruses and spike proteins that respond to certain mRNA manipulated frequencies.   From what I can discern, Ariah and I could be the last of what’s left of the unvaccinated machine shop free spirits.

     Ariah says she’s a smoker of a lot of weed because the company is pro-marijuana and endorses such behavior.  Management does not consider it a hinderance to the menial work we have been assigned to do.  She says many of the shop’s other employees light up every night outside at break time near the flagpole.  Apparently, marijuana helps the employees to “freely” submit to the mRNA virus frequencies and allows them to believe that they are content and happy with their self-induced slavery.  I am invited to join her for a smoke break if I wish.  I politely decline.  I remain a purist, cherishing my mental and spiritual sharpness in the face of the matrix cards we have been so cruelly dealt.  I do not smoke dope or indulge in any proffered pharmaceuticals that would alter my reaction time or ability to think quickly on my human feet.  

     The Sasquatch used to laugh at our human weaknesses.  To their elders, man was no different than a swarm of gnats, a little bothersome, but of no real threat to Nature’s God nor the Bigfoot's serenity of existence.  Then came the human computer and its programmed disciples, animal and plant Bioengineering, chem-trail bio-weapons and intense microwave frequencies along with nano technologies that were no longer containable to just our physical Earth dimension.  These altered structures of matter and life have proliferated and begun to cross-over into Cross Over, that alternate, parallel Earth dimension created and maintained by the Sasquatch.   

     Just recently, the advent of the bioengineered weapon known as COVID, has thrown a monkey wrench into the whole evolutionary equation involving man and Sasquatch.  Bigfoot General Demarcus has no intentions of standing by and letting humanity prevail in such out-ethics shenanigans as bio-weaponry.  To Demarcus this behavior is unforgivable.  He has befriended a like-minded human comrade by the name of Dr. Walker, a Harvard educated scientist now working with Demarcus on the other side.  The good doctor and a clan of his human disciples are currently commingling with the Sasquatch in a portal compound known as the Dead Horse Sink Command Post.  This is the location where Demarcus recently took my dear American Indian friend, Tecumseh and I, to witness the human and Sasquatch training regimens that are becoming the heart of our Bigfoot and human resistance movement.  

     The Dead Horse Sink  Command Post is where I spent my recent absence from the public eye.  I haven’t been wasting time on Facebook or watching the absurd foolishness known as TV.  That is all matrix programming and social engineering by which the elite maintain strict social and financial control over Earth’s populations.  As stated in my earlier Conversations With Sasquatch writings, the flag of warnings regarding this mass technological control of humanity was raised initially by a Bigfoot messenger known as Ted Kaczynski, another Harvard genius.  Unfortunately, Ted became a matrix patsy when he lost his ethical bearings and resorted to getting attention as the character known as the Uni-bomber.

     Now with the Internet being centralized and overseen by Matrix Artificial Intelligence, our resistance’s communication network has been severely handicapped and is becoming a rather daunting problem to overcome.   The Sasquatch, as adept at telepathy as they are, cannot communicate telepathically with a multitude of unreceptive human morons.  The resistance is now reliant upon the old faithful “word of mouth” as its most effective means of recruitment. 

     Until censored and shut down, the resistance is building and maintaining websites where people can still go to find support, reason and even some semblance of the truth.  

     What is the resistance?  It is first and foremost New Earth thinking.  It is focussing one’s altruistic intentions and acting independently outside of the matrix confines of mental and emotional programming.  It is opening one’s self to the Sasquatch Stream of Consciousness and waving goodbye to the matrix hive mentality with all of its materialistic amenities and entrapments.  I guess you could say that joining the resistance is tantamount to having your teeth pulled without being anesthetized.  Believe me, it takes more courage than most frail humans can endure.  That is where the Sasquatch are becoming a huge help.   They are showing us the way.  

Conversations With Sasquatch The Night Shift to be continued

Conversations With Sasquatch
The Night Shift
Episode 2

Dead Horse Sink Command Post

Conversations With Sasquatch The Night Shift episode 2

     How does one create one’s existence moment by moment like the Sasquatch and escape the habitual training routines programmed into us since birth?  There seems to be no ready answer to this question other than a rigorous session of Sasquatch Slap Therapy, or like in my case, just encountering a Bigfoot or two.  I have met several and those meetings have short-circuited almost everything founded on the false ideas of modern man’s current reality. 

     Also for me, working the night shift at a job dominated by continuous repetition has forced me into a mindset change in order to survive the monotony and constant mind tinkering of the matrix thought police.   By successfully learning to create my physical and mental motions in a stream of continuous new units of time, I have achieved a perpetual condition of hyper-awareness.   This present time awareness is an extremely valuable state, since it is the past’s stuck emotional masses and mental image pictures that one fails to be aware of at the moment of their creation that the thought police are able to control and use against us.  Our intentional thoughts and motions in present time are beyond their parasitical reach.  Sounds a bit complicated, but in reality it is a miracle of simplicity that makes it possible for our thoughts, whereabouts and doings to be virtually invisible and uncontrollable by these matrix mind control hacks.   

     The Sasquatch from the Dead Horse Sink Command Post are upping the game even more by teaching Cross Over humans involved in the resistance many other valuable abilities that in the future will come in very handy.  When push comes to shove, these abilities will be paramount in defeating our controllers both on the mental plane and in the physical universe.  The Sasquatch have also made it clear that creation cannot be achieved without some form of destruction.  It is delusional to think otherwise.  In this spiritual war, guilt has become a weapon of the matrix to get his enemies to believe that destruction or war is very bad and evil, thus rendering any resistance impotent for easy assimilation into their ill-conceived reality.  One must be on guard against such enemy tricks.  

     With the help of the Sasquatch, the resistance’s weapons will include New Earth creations that beget the least amount of destruction needed to out-maneuver and out-create this corporate/governmental aristocracy and its technological machinery.  This longer range goal is what has been set in motion at the Dead Horse Sink Command Post under the leadership of Sasquatch General Demarcus and human comrade in arms, Dr. Walker.  I have not been privy to any of the strategic plans they are developing in order to bring this ideal to fruition, but I have seen the rigorous training exercises conducted with humans dealing with telepathy, cloaking, transmigration and what I will call thought implantations.  These abilities are not only possible and actual for the Sasquatch, but were shown to me to be trainable skills that humans can acquire through practice.  I witnessed this first hand on my latest excursion into Cross Over and have no doubt it will happen in our world in the future.  

Conversations With Sasquatch The Night Shift to be continued

Conversations With Sasquatch
The Night Shift
Episode 3

Tecumseh

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     My old friend Tecumseh has informed me that he will be joining the human resistance movement in Cross Over to undergo all the training regimens taught by the Sasquatch at the Dead Horse Sink Command Post.  We are meeting one last time before he embarks on his unprecedented journey and he is all smiles as he walks into the Lewiston Lodge where we are meeting for lunch and a toast to the future and the New Earth.  

     “The birds are singing,” Tecumseh praises and raises his arms.  “The trees are radiant with hope and the river is rapidly rising with the tempo of my heart! “

     “Hello, my friend!” I exclaim.

     He looks way younger than he did prior to our last trip through the portal into Cross Over with Demarcus.   The lines in his face are happy lines and his shoulders are square with purpose.

     “May the light always shine in your heart and eyes,” he proclaims.

     “I am delighted to see you, too.  You look more like a warrior than an old man with gray hair,” I tell him.

     We embrace.

     His eyes have a twinkle and a vast depth of warmth achieved only from a lifetime of living from the heart.  Tecumseh is a true free spirit, unfettered by the consumerism or social hierarchies that occupy so many of the doings of modern man.  His only career has been living an exuberant and natural life at one with the forest and all its creatures.

     “You should come, too,” Tecumseh prods, not for the first time.

     “I wasn’t invited.  It is not my time or place,” I tell him.  “I am an ambassador and a messenger for The Elders, not a warrior.  When the time comes, I figure you will act accordingly to get me up to speed on the skills I will need to defend myself from the likes of agent Smith.”

     Tecumseh nods, “It would be an honor, my friend.  I look forward to the day we never see the likes of that spook again.”

     “Likewise.  Let this be the beginning of our long journey as friends, not in any way the end.”

     I wave as Tecumseh turns his Indian motorcycle from the parking lot onto the blacktop.  I am excited for the both of us.  His ancestors will forever be thankful and proud of all he is doing for legacy of his people.

Conversations With Sasquatch The Night Shift to be continued

Conversations With Sasquatch
The Night Shift
Episode 4

Ariah 2

Conversations With Sasquatch The Night Shift Episode 4

      Ariah is at the top of her game when I show up for the night shift.  She is bullbaiting the boss with subtle wise cracks, and laughs at his lack of sparring wit.

     On the lunch room wall hangs two huge TV screens that pump an endless stream of matrix propaganda into the lunch room where management and employees meet everyday to get last minute machine assignments.  Ariah and I are relegated to what I call the dungeon, a machine cell far in the back of the shop with no natural light or outside ventilation.  I actually enjoy it there because it’s secluded and we receive very little attention or interest from any of the foremen throughout the night.  

     When I was first hired on, I was paranoid of the thought police and checked everywhere for snoopy cameras and sound bugs, but have found that the shop has not yet stooped to that level of covert surveillance.  If I had found any such devices, I would have secretly disabled them with the one weapon I carry in my pen and pencil case, a small pair of wire snips. 

     Since the dastardly COVID bioweapon was unleashed on the world and then socially weaponized by governments to suppress free movement and free speech, there has evolved a loyal matrix snitch movement that surfaces in most organizations.  These people are on the complete opposite side of the Bigfoot and human awakening to which I subscribe.  Within the shop environment, I have become vigilant and careful with what I share and with whom, even Ariah.

     In order to prime Ariah for recruitment into the resistance, I have been relaying some of my encounters with the Sasquatch.   She has been quite intrigued, so I figured the next step in the recruitment equation would be to arrange a Bigfoot encounter to occur in her own environment.  There is no more severe reality adjustment than an up close and personal meeting with one of these huge and powerful other worldly beings.  

     Ariah lives in a relatively isolated cabin on the Au Sable River.  It is a perfect location for an encounter and I have arranged for such a Bigfoot meeting to take place with my Sasquatch friend, Bigfoot Knocks.  This meeting will take place in her driveway when she arrives home in the wee hours of the morning.  

     Bigfoot Knocks is a Sasquatch artist who gives voice to The Resistance with his songs and poetry.  He is an ambassador to humanity and a vigilant supporter of the Sasquatch messages I have been delegated to bring to mankind in my books The Awakening and The Rising.  His sense of humor and wit captured me from the very get go while I was on my Early winter visit to Cross Over. 

     I want to share with you a composition he performed on the evening of the winter solstice, 12/21/22.


  The Rising  by Bigfoot Knocks                                                                                                             


Open your mind

and join the laughter,

move your feet

and be a dancer

to the music

of the rising.   


Sing along

to the river’s roar,

clap your hands 

and stomp the floor…

scream like an electric guitar.  


Open the door

to a rainbow,

rinse your soul

in the halo of an Angel

and give your heart

to the rising.


Sing along

to the river’s roar,

clap your hands 

and stomp the floor…

scream like an electric guitar.  


Open your mind

and join the laughter,

move your feet 

and be a dancer

to the music

of the rising.     


     If that doesn’t give you goose bumps, then I am probably not properly getting through the maze of matrix propaganda to your soul.  I know I can be a bit blunt and in the words of many of my detractors, condescending, but that is okay, I totally understand that disagreeing with and quitting the matrix is akin to giving up the addictive powers of cigarettes or drugs.  It is hard to confront and easy to concede and agree with the matrix cowards.

Conversations With Sasquatch The Night Shift to be continued


Conversations With Sasquatch
The Night Shift
Episode 5

Ariah's Cabin

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      I bug out from work as quickly as I am able to punch out on the time clock.  I want to get near Ariah’s cabin well before she arrives home to encounter Bigfoot Knocks towering over her car in the driveway.  

     On McKinley Road it is drizzling and there are thick patches of ground fog all along the river when I approach and park my pickup in a turnout just past Ariah’s driveway.  It’s drippy spooky as I traverse a well worn path along the river that will put me virtually in her backyard.  

     I find the cabin is still dark with the exception of the outside porch light.  Her car is nowhere to be seen in the drive, but I figure she should be showing at any moment.  When she does, I intend to stay out of sight unless things start to go wrong.  People react differently to various stimuli, and I really don’t know how Ariah is going to respond to an encounter with an eight and half foot Sasquatch in her yard. 

     It is then I abruptly feel the presence of Bigfoot Knocks.  The hackles rising on my neck are followed by goosebumps crawling up my spine and over my arms.  

     A large hand gently touches my shoulder.

     I find it miraculous that such a huge being can move with such stealth.  Even cloaking and uncloaking is discernible with a displacement of air often followed by a resounding pop.  Maybe he had been standing there the whole time and I just failed to see his dark shape among the copse of birches where I have stationed myself.

     The Bigfoot doesn’t speak, but I can feel a comforting warmth radiate down my arm and into my chest.  Before I can acknowledge his presence, I see headlights approaching and slowing out on McKinley Road.  Bigfoot Knocks immediately disengages his hand from my shoulder and moves with beguiling speed into the shadows on the far side of Ariah’s drive.  As her headlights light up the sandy gravel, I catch a fleeting glimpse of the crouching Sasquatch through the drippy fog.  He is positioned and ready.  

Conversations With Sasquatch The Night Shift to be continued next week


Conversations With Sasquatch
The Night Shift
Episode 6

The Night shift

Conversations With Sasquatch The Night Shift Episode 6

     Ariah parks her Mini-Cooper in the glow of the porch light and I can see the colors flaring from her pink hair.  She shoves open her car door with her feet and reaches across to the passenger side to gather her lunchbox and other belongings.  The car’s dome light sends an arc of soft light across the yard behind her and lights up the face of Bigfoot Knocks.  He appears to be smiling.

     Ariah backs out of the car with all her belongings in tow, not yet facing the Bigfoot, but I wonder if she possibly has the antennae to sense him.   At first, she remains preoccupied with her stuff, but then a frown appears and then a thin crooked smile.  All her belongings tumble from her arms and she spins around in a defensive posture with her hands at the ready like a karate instructor.

     Bigfoot Knocks ever so slowly stands and shows his full nine foot height with his face ensconced in the glow of the dome light.   His huge shadow climbs the spruces and white pines behind him.  He slowly raises his huge hands, palms outward in a gesture of supplication and peace.  

     Ariah gasps.

     “Ariah,” Bigfoot Knocks whispers, long and drawn out.  “I am Bigfoot Knocks.  Richard has told me about you, and presumably, he has told you about me.”

     Ariah has unconsciously pressed herself back against the car.  I can see her hand fumbling for something in the pocket of her coat.

     “I am a friend,” the Bigfoot says in a soothing tone, once again using his hands in a gesture of peace.

     Ariah, though though looking a bit distraught, seems to get a grip on her initial panic as Bigfoot Knocks continues to smile and stand his ground some ten feet away.  

     Finally, Ariah speaks.  “Are you for real?”  

     “Very,” the Bigfoot says.  “I normally don’t show myself, but Richard has assured me that you are a human of high awareness, humor and intelligence.”

     “I had no idea that a Bigfoot could talk,” Ariah responds.  “Actually, I never believed you existed at all, but unless I am hallucinating, here you are as real as real can be.  Part of me feels like screaming, part of me feels like laughing.”

     “No need to scream, I have no ill-intentions,” Bigfoot Knocks assures Ariah.  “I am here at the request of your friend Richard.  I am an artist in residence for the Sasquatch and human resistance that has begun to take root at the Dead Horse Sink Command Post that exists just beyond the entrance to a portal near here.  Surprisingly, I have already learned what I need to know about your presence.  You are a human telepath.  I know this because I have not spoken a single word to you aloud, you are hearing me with your heart and mind.”

     Ariah suddenly laughs.  

     Then the features on Bigfoot Knock's face scrunch and he bursts out with a huge guffaw of his own.  I can feel the vibrations and displacement of air emanating from his huge lungs all the way across the yard.  

     I also realize that I have heard his full conversation telepathically as well.  Though this phenomenon is nothing new for me, it’s still a bit of a jolt when it happens. 

     Both Ariah and Bigfoot Knocks then simultaneously move toward each other.  Ariah raises her right hand to meet the huge right hand of the Bigfoot.  Two quick high fives ensue before they both let loose with real belly shakers that surely bring tears to their eyes.  

     I quietly slip away into the shadows and boogie down the path by the river.  As I get into my pickup, I can still here them laughing like old friends sharing a drink and a good joke down at the Eagle’s Club.  

     Conversations With Sasquatch The Night Shift to be continued next week

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