My Sasquatch novel Cross Over was written here on my website in real time. I wrote and posted an episode every Friday here and in various Bigfoot groups across Social Media. The completed Sasquatch novel Cross Over is now available on Amazon, it is no longer available for free here on my website. The next book in the Conversations With Sasquatch series, is book 3 The Awakening. It has taken Cross Over's place and is available to follow in real time here.
Note: As of 2021 the policies of certain social media platforms such as FaceBook, Twitter and Google have become seriously suppressive in nature with their targeted algorithms and censorship. Unless they recant and apologize very soon, I will be removing their icons from my website and I will no longer advertise nor share any of my writings in whole on their platforms. Previously I was generously sharing each whole episode, but in the future I will only share a snippet that then leads back here to my website. Big Tech's abuse of power is wrong and disgusting.
Thank you for reading Book 1 of CONVERSATIONS WITH SASQUATCH. If you have made it this far, then you are a believer and willing to journey along into the parallel universe of my second Sasquatch Novel Cross Over. You have looked into the Stone Without Time and know the future holds a promise of greater things for humankind.
It is a Sasquatch saying that all barriers and all freedoms are self-created and/or self-imposed.
It is on a generous diet of courage and wisdom that all great civilizations come to be. It is even on greater courage and wisdom that they are maintained and expanded upon through certainty and vigilance.
We are the true caretakers of own souls and the soul of the world on which we live and depend. Heaven is not a place you go, it is a place you create. The same can be said for Hell.
Best Wishes, Your Sasquatch Friends
Loquius, Master at Arms for the Council of Elders, Cross Over
Conversations With Sasquatch Novel Cross Over takes us deep into a land created and overseen by the Sasquatch Council of Elders. Cross Over is an ecological paradise free of pollution, crime and filth ridden cities. It is uncorrupted by computer technology and corporate governments, running on spiritual powers far in advance of that of man. It is a land of prosperity and abundance that exists on earth in unison and parallel to our human existence.
Sasquatch Novel Cross Over Sample:
As I descend the switchback, I cannot help but think of Ted Kaczynski, now a kindred spirit of sorts in a bizarre and opaque way. If that lunatic could survive and win over the Sasquatch in Cross Over, then I shouldn’t have a whole hell of a lot to worry about.
Maybe I’m as crazy as he was, belting out “Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, off to work I go” at the top of my lungs in this foreign reality I know very little about.
Now that I have gotten their attention, I notice that I have caused them to lose control of their raft. It is drifting sideways because someone has dropped their line. One Sasquatch has at least temporarily forgotten his duties in order to gesticulate at the strange singing human descending down upon them.
In the confusion, there is at once a frantic tug of war with the raft and its crew as it tries to spin out of control. Then with all efforts by the Sasquatch refocused on the task, my descent is being ignored. I might just as well be a pesky horsefly buzzing out of reach. I just hope a ticked off bruiser doesn’t decide to turn and give me a good swat. I don’t think I’d be likely to survive.
As I set foot on the spit of sand, the raft is being stabilized with large wooded stakes already driven to loop the ropes. With some quick overhand knots by the Sasquatch, I am suddenly once again the focus of a dozen shocked faces. For some strange reason I get the sense they are more afraid of me than I am of them.
The force of their powerful presence all turned towards me has halted my forward progress. Time as come to a standstill. Though I am not exactly afraid, I am frozen. How long we have been staring at each other with just a few feet of sand between us, is difficult to discern. Probably only seconds, but it feels like forever. The first thing that comes to mind is the stone without time. Its presence in the palm of my hand registers as my only weapon. In what seems like slow motion, I pull it from my pocket and hold it up for the Towering Sasquatch to see.
“Loquius,” I say, “Loquius.”
And yes, that is the honored password in Cross Over. Their gazes turn to each other as the name registers and subdues a major portion of their fears and confusion. There is a quick paced discussion of sorts before their attention returns to the strange little creature staring up at them.
Once again, I am overwhelmed by their size. I once saw a huge grizzly stand on his hind legs to impress me with his attributes, and as big as that grizzly was, I do not believe that he’d have the courage necessary to stand up to a Sasquatch. These guys are not just big, they are Bigfoot construction worker enormous.
“Loquius,” I repeat, trying to keep any hint of uncertainty from my voice.
Again, there is an animate discussion with hands and arms gesticulating about. There seems to be a faction of discord from two or three of the crew. The look in their eyes and their postures suggest I would be in Bigfoot trouble if not for the vote tally being in my favor.
One of the Sasquatch separates from the group and in three long strides is towering over me. I can smell the damp hair, it’s not unlike the smell of a freshly laundered dog, not repulsive, but also not an odor of pure freshness.
“Oooo-de-de-do?” I am sure he is asking me a question. Such a strange sounding language, kind of like R2-D2 in Star Wars.
I only have one answer. “Loquius?” I ask and just like with the Sasquatch boy, I raise my hand to my brow and pretend to look.
Big Boy turns back to the group and appears to get confirmation from the other’s yet bewildered looks. He raises his huge arm and points at the raft, then kneels and looks me in the face. With a finger as big around as my wrist, he draws a squiggly line in the sand. He points once more to the raft and moves his finger up the squiggly line to a point where he jabs his finger in the sand.
“Pariseema,” he says. “Loquius Pariseema.”
I am caught completely off guard when his big arm reaches out and encircles my waist. I am hefted into the air like a rag doll and carried to the raft where I am handed up to another Sasquatch that deposits me on a bed of fresh kenaf.
With a flurry of motion, the crew is back to work and I have a one way ticket to Pariseema.
Mary and I are also the authors of "Sasquatch" the children's book. Your support of our endeavors to create family oriented books with values is greatly appreciated and does not go without thanks. May the Bigfoot force be with you, now and always.