Sasquatch Novel The Rising is Book 4 in the Conversations With Sasquatch series. It is the author’s and Tecumseh's cross over through the Dead Horse Sink portal to where Exiled Bigfoot General Demarcus has established his renegade outpost. The author and Tecumseh find humans here, humans working in conjunction with the General's Bigfoot army of young Sasquatch set on altering the path of the disturbing human technologies that are adversely affecting the ecologies of planet earth and the alternate Sasquatch dimension of Cross Over.
As with all of my previous Bigfoot books, my Conversations With Sasquatch Novel The Rising will be published in real time here on my website for your enjoyment. As before, I hope to post weekly episodes, but in these strange times, along with my many trips to back and forth to Cross Over, I do foresee possible interruptions in that schedule. The final episode of Book 3, Conversations With Sasquatch, The Awakening is posted below.
As the pond water enveloped us, everything went dark. The water felt like warm pudding as it pressed my arms to my sides like a straight jacket. I clung to Tecumseh’s hand. In the back of my mind I was beginning to wonder if I had made a serious mistake. Could it be possible that Tecumseh would not be able to cross over and I had unwittingly led him into a death trap? My lungs were beginning to burn and I was struggling desperately to find traction with my heavy boots. I had the sensation that my feet were a pair of cement blocks stuck to the pond’s muddy bottom. My grip on Tecumseh’s hand had loosened and I could feel his fingers slipping away when I was abruptly yanked from the water into the glare of a blinding light. My stomach did a somersault as I gulped to suck in a lungful of fresh Cross Over air.
As my eyes adjusted and came into focus I was looking directly at Demarcus. His big hand twitched and swung me wildly up over his head. He had hold of my ankle and I was soon dangling fifteen feet in the air. I looked helplessly into his big brown eyes and saw my own worried reflection before he gingerly lowered me to the ground. Tecumseh was directly deposited next to me.
As I stood shaking, I was immediately struck by a gathering of humans. There were several men, women and children standing just beyond Demarcus in what looked to be a well kept vegetable garden. They were wearing simple look alike clothes, straw hats, and smiles like a family of Amish. In unison they all paused and raised their hands in greeting.
Tecumseh and I waved back.
Conversations With Sasquatch Novel The Rising
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.”
(To be Continued)
CONVERSATIONS WITH SASQUATCH, NOVEL THE RISING Episode 2
“What are your thoughts, My Friend,” I ask Tecumseh after we have been deposited into a cozy but roomy dome structure to refresh ourselves. We are bathed in diffused sunlight reminiscent of being inside a green house.
“Intrigued,” Tecumseh answers, looking about and absorbing the situation.
Each of us has been given dry clothes that are soft and light. My guess is that they are woven from the plant kenaf that is so prized and prevalent in Cross Over. On the table before us are plates of vegetables and spices similar to my first meal eaten in the land of Sasquatch when I had been the guest of elder Loquius and his family. To satisfy our thirst there is also an ewer of steaming tea that smells of ginger and raspberry.
“I wasn’t sure my body was going to survive its journey here into your land of the forest people,” Tecumseh says. “But, here it is in one piece, and I admit that now that I am here, I have grown hungry.” He rubs his belly, eying the vegetables and aromatic spices.
I take hold of the ewer of tea in both hands and pour ourselves a steaming mug of pink liquid. Like all the Sasquatch teas I have tried, this one is also zippy and zingy.
“I am a bit perplexed,” I tell him. “I wasn’t expecting Dr. Walker or any other humans to be present here. It contradicts the information I received from the Council of Elders. As for the coveted spirits of your ancestors, they may or may not be here in Cross Over, but I can assure you that the place is very real and you will find the food much to your liking.”
“This Dr. Walker,” Tecumseh questions, “Are you sure he is not a ghost or a spirit?”
“I am sure he is as solid and human as we are,” I tell him. “How he got here and what he is up to besides farming, I can’t say, but I believe we are about to find out in our meeting with Demarcus.”
“Ah yes, Chia Tanka not so friendly friend in the flesh,” Tecumseh says and sketches the Bigfoot’s shape with his hands. After a moment, he nods and the lines on his forehead soften. He closes his eyes and takes my hand, then invokes a sing song blessing of thanks to the powers and wonders of that which has brought him here and put fresh food and tea on our table.
“Dig in,” I say when he opens his piercing eyes and looks at me.
“For some reason I feel we are going to need it,” he adds.
(to be continued)
Conversations With Sasquatch Novel The Rising Episode 3
Dawn is greeted with a chorus of spirited birds, chirping and singing in the trees surrounding our dome. Tecumseh is already up and dressed, not in the clothes supplied by our hosts, but in his weathered blue jeans and red checkered shirt he'd been wearing when we arrived. He has opened the door and propped it with a stick, letting in a rush of clean, cool air.
I can already sense a flurry of activity stirring among the many buildings about the farm. I am curious and wander over to the door to stand next to Tecumseh as he takes in the morning scene. There are children moving briskly about, and to my surprise, I see several young Sasquatch are moving about as well. Everything appears harmonious and well established by ritual or daily habit.
"It's like a disembodied dream," Tecumseh says with a sweep of his hand.
"I felt the very same way the first time I crossed over," I tell him.
"There is magic here," he informs me. "Many of the spirits of my ancestors have been here for an eternity of moons. They rejoice that I have come with all those from the Dead Horse Sink that were unable to cross over. They came and sat by my bed in the night. They welcomed us with open arms, and told us there is nothing to fear from the Bigfoot Demarcus and his army of comrades, they only wish for the very thing humanity has been striving for since the beginning of time-- due respect for Mother Earth, the waters and the sky, to live in harmony with all things living in order that each has its rightful place and chance to flourish and prosper."
Tecumseh gives me a moment to absorb what he has been saying, then adds. "My Fathers and Mothers are not bitter, their spirits are free here, and now reside in the eyes of the children. They are joyful as the song birds that flutter in the clean, fresh air. They are thriving like the like the bees and butterflies flitting among the flowers and the trees."
"I can feel it," I whisper, understanding the emotional significance of his Dead Horse Sink closure. I put my hand on his shoulder and in silence we watch human and Sasquatch children scurry carefree in the dim light of a blossoming dawn.
(To be continued)
Conversations With Sasquatch Novel The Rising by Richard Rensberry
I get a sense that Tecumseh feels at home in the land of Cross Over. Its connection to his past and present are multi-dimensional regarding his ancestry and the Sasquatch. What the future brings is going to be interesting.
I retrieve and don my own jeans and flannel shirt.
The morning is blissfully fresh but brisk as we make our way toward a large structure that dominates the farmyard. A gaggle of human and Sasquatch youth are already congregating inside or heading resolutely in that direction.
We find ourselves swept up in a wave that deposits us inside a bustling cafeteria. There are tables of fresh food and drink for the taking. There is an abundance of chatter and laughter as human and Sasquatch mingle together to dine. Demarcus and Dr. Walker are there to the side conversing with another Sasquatch of huge proportions, they pause when they see us enter, and Dr. Walker waves us over.
“We hope you were comfortable and slept well?” Dr.Walker insinuates warmly.
Tecumseh and I both nod with an appreciative smile. “Your hospitality was very welcome,” I say.
“We have a busy day planned for you. I want to acquaint you with the farm and its current operations,” the Doctor explains. “I am looking forward to showing you around and then we will come back here for a meeting we have planned for this afternoon. Demarcus and his advisor Kendo will be available to brief you at that time.”
I can feel Demarcus and Kendo probing my thoughts, then seemingly satisfied, they let go, bow slightly and take leave. That is the first overt mind intrusion that I have ever felt from my time with the Sasquatch, but there was no mistaking that is what I felt. Their parchments had hinted at such abilities. I sneak a look at Tecumseh and he nods in a way that lets me know that he felt it too.
“Please, join me for tea and breakfast,” Dr. Walker implores with a wave signifying a seat at his bench with his family. There are generous baskets of blueberries, blackberries, granolas and nuts laid out, as well as wooden bowls and a pitcher of liquid that looks like nut milk to pour over whatever combination we choose.
“Much appreciated,” I tell him as Tecumseh and I take a seat.
“I am sure you are full of questions,” Dr. Walker implies. “But please, enjoy your breakfast. There is plenty of time for business after we dine. Absorb the ambiance, our children’s happiness is abundant and invigorating.”
It is. I see no inkling of any kind of discordance or underlying tensions in the happiness around us.
(To be Continued)