Sunday, February 25, 2018


I took a job last summer in 2016 that required that I live away from home. The job was working in the National Forests of East Texas. I'm not going to talk about that job because I already have to the point of boredom in past blog entries. I am going to tell you about the little house in the woods in which I lived and the people that I met there. I have been saving the experience for a blog entry of its own.

My experiences with the Sasquatch people started only a few years ago and when they started happening it captivated all of my family as well. Things happened extremely fast for me. I took every and all advice that resonated and incorporated it right away into the next day and next experience. When I chose to write a blog about it, I was in deep.

The mind speak grew louder in leaps and bounds when I no longer questioned the truths that resonated within my heart in that first moment of clarity. I grew to find comfort in the fact that the hairy folk treated me like a child with a loving heart. Their observation was fitting.

They presented me with opportunities to trust them in grander ways as I took my kids into the woods at night to meet them. They turned my world upside down. I feel that most of us would agree that this would be a much needed step for mankind at large in order to entertain a new concept of reality. Clearly this reality in which most humans entertain is not that the best that we can do as a species.

After spending time with Tahjee, My Lady of the Woods, I was better educated as to how to treat life on the road. I reached out everywhere and spoke with our hidden sisters and brothers where ever I went. I remember meeting a lady named Sighuga, and a Sasquatch woman that told me to call her Grandma. I met Mahkee in a place that I only went once. There were others. I also spoke with Sasquatch people hundreds of miles away. Last summer I met The Trusted Folk.

My wife and I are very close and have been since 1994. We have been together for 23 years so it was very out of my balanced zone to be away from her and my two daughters; working and living three hours away. When I took the job in East Texas in order to work in the national forests, I was out of balance. The people there were a close knit unit and numb to my emotional uneasiness. They were government employees working in the deep woods of the national forests that felt that Bigfoot and aliens were a joke. I didn't discuss anything with anyone. My reverence towards the forests were taken as a silly inexperienced newcomer that had a lot to learn. They were correct but not in the way that they thought. I was alone.

The man that hired me was a good man and I'm sure that he still is. He connected me to a man that had a little house deep in the woods where he had a couple of cows and a race car. That house was so deep in the middle of nowhere that his wife left him in order to move back to town and away from the solitude. That guy was also a good man but completely black from the cards that life had dealt him. I rented that house. It was full of brown recluse spiders and didn't have an air conditioner for the Texas summer. The house that I rented was surrounded by acres and acres of national forests. Yes, I knew that I was meant to be there even though I had every reason to be scared shitless. Yeah, you Sasquatch group people would think, " Oh! I would love to have a chance to live like that! John Allen is a sissy!" .... You would be correct. It's easy to think and say. But the energy that I walked / moved into was very negative for an out of balanced Texan that grew up with brown recluse spiders.

 Before the sun went down on the first night, I walked out into the pasture with the cows. I got down and touched the ground on my knees. I closed my eyes and felt down my arms and into my hands... I let my feeling spread into the dirt and followed it into the surrounding woods. I saw them. They were right there and the sun was going down and I was in a strange place that still held the negative energy of the people that once lived there. I felt alone and scared.

The fear that I had brought with me into this beautiful place caused me to let go of the ground and stand up. The last warmth of the sun touched my face before it disappeared behind the treeline that hid all of the eyes watching me. Every hair on my body stood up when I closed my eyes, reached my hands out from my side, palms up, and begin to speak loudly with my mouth. I sang to the treeline with a loud voice that fear is with me and that I need a moment to tell fear to leave. There was no reason for me to fear but the energy of that place and the unbalanced energy that I had brought with me were together a wall. I cried.

I grew up a North East Texas country boy. I've hunted and ran through the Texas woods all of my life. I don't hunt anymore; nor would I ever kill anything. Out of my own insecurities I want you to know that I'm tough. I have experienced every part of a tough guy that need experienced over my last 49 years. But I love the passive, non-meat eater, turn the other cheek, father and huband that I have become. It seems that everything is less cloudy this way. I am for sure in touch with my feminine side and am proud of it. It has helped me with being a husband and father and better balanced human being.

I cried, none the less.

As I began to walk back toward the light of the spider house after dark, a large black mass was before me. It seems that the aggressive bull was standing between me and the house. I walked toward the bull and he let me pass, following me towards the house. I went in to the house and made my demands from the safety of the walls. I looked out of the windows with no blinds towards the treeline and made my demands clear.

I explained my feelings with words in order to help me in better understanding myself. I told the Sasquatch people that I needed time for what was about to take place for the next few months. I laid some ground rules that I asked the people from the treeline to honor as I got used to this spider infested oven. A man answered. He was standing about twenty feet away from my left window.  I felt him and knew where he was. I ran to the window and looked out. The light from my room made everything outside hidden. I turned off the light and watched a man walk slowly back towards the treeline. I slept uneasy that night.

I went to work and came back in the evening. I walked to the treeline in the safety of the afternoon sunshine. I stood there and spoke. I walked to the house and the sun came down. I went out of the garage and walked out into the darkness with a beer buzz. The beer calmed my fear. I stood on the opposite side of the house as to where the treeline was and realized that treeline was all around me. Then I heard him.

He smiled and asked me to feel him. I did. When I felt him, I felt the entire treeline come closer. I said,"Give me what you got. I know you guys can offer out a fear free feeling." " do It to me now. I'm asking for it." He didn't do anything. I asked him what his name was and he said, "Tawina." I told him that his name sounded like other Sasquatch names that I have heard and he gave me the "feeling" that he would explain later. He has still not explained and I still do not know. I was not afraid anymore.

(I need to pick back up with this story later in the next entry. I met a human lady lately that asked me to help her with communicating to the people in the forest by her. The story began to include me so I decided to share this here. I am protecting her name).

I spoke to a female Sasquatch who said that her name was Tajade (Tah-yah-de'). I never know how to spell only what I hear. I spoke to her for my new friend and then had a dream about her that night (The Sasquatch lady). In the dream, I left my bed and met her in the forest. she had her back to me sitting down. there were two young men circling me and her. They were rather wild and protective of her. I had no contact with them other than seeing that they were young, handsome build, and on the move around us. The Sasquatch lady told me that I'm not hearing her.

This troubled me the next day obviously. I tried to think about what she meant. That didn't work. I still saw her back in my day dreams at work. Tonight, I reached out with my heart and and realized that she was the one in my conversations with my human friend that I was helping. I thought that she was a man on that first night talking with my human friend. I was wrong. Tonight when I put 2 and 2 together, I felt relived that she turned to look at me. She wanted to speak with me. She speaks more choppy and simple to the point. Just remember that I am a filter and I wish that I could take me out of the equation but so it is...

You seem confident. I feel it. I feel that you include me more than only helping my new friend Clara (not her real name). Can you share with me what you will? I ask that you keep Clara secret.

What makes you think you keep her secret? I am to her what I am to you. You need to grow if want to see me. Secrets are not who we are anymore. Let go of the heavy drain that you carry everyday. It ties you down. There are others that carry that now. Not you. Let go.

You see that you see the not real. Why keep seeing it? Know it and see something else.

I see a friend that came to me ...where I was .. what I'm doing. I feel that tap on my back. It comforts me that so many tap now. the wind carries the taps and the rain shows the faces. We whisper it again when the questions come.

In your words I feel that you are meaning that we are getting closer. Closer to what?

Closer to each other. Closer to the blind that has been hiding you. . . and us. I feel a tap when you reach out with your wonder and question. There is only one. You reach out to me with closed eyes. I feel the tap. But we reach out too. I reach out to you. You feel me but unclear. You wonder. I don't.

I know. I know because when we reach out to you you wonder about us. You feel the tap but you think it away.

Okay. What's the difference?

Big question little answer.

Help me.

Everything is because we are. Most every peoples know this. We do not watch the clouds move. We know that they move because of what we do. What we choose makes the one. Many peoples are all your skies. Many peoples touch your thought. Your thought touch many peoples. Peoples that are very different than you but are a part of all.

Humans are lied to and made to follow. The all is missing you. You belong to all that we are together. If all of you knew this we would be closer together. We share the same space. We share the same movement. We share everything because we are you and you are us.

So many peoples that you do not know are there, are a part of you. We know that you are a part of us but you only see you and this is why that you can not see us. This changes now.

Many of the things that you are saying here are known in our medium size but growing groups. In one way or the other we are on top of this what you are saying. So many of us have helped each other grow over the past few years. I hear this yet once again.

You tapped me.

Alright. What is your point?

You decide your point. You want me to tell you your past life story? You know this. You want me to tell you all of the secrets that you are searching for? You want me to tell you how to shimmer? You know all of this but have forgotten. You want me to tell you the good from the bad and the light from the dark? You know this.

For many years humans been deaf to their part in all of us. For many years humans have been made deaf by others who are not human. For many years humans choose to remain deaf because humans have been given something to focus on that is not all of us. This is changing fast now.

You put a dog in a box. You put around the box food and friendship. The dog will find a way out of the box. The dog will get hungry for spirit and body. We Sasquatch people have a balance between spirit and body. We feed both. Humans have always broken their box for food. Now humans are breaking out of the box for friendship with all. Spirit.

The box has kept you for many years by others. They have given you food to keep you from wanting out of the box. Your spirit is hungry now. No box will hold you.

Alright. What about Clara. Can you share with me here what I can share with her?

Her taps are like a tickle. She can trust more of herself to talk to me. She is right. We are there when she wants to talk. Tell her to ask one question. It will take her time to trust the answer that she will feel. Ask her second question only when she feels the first answer take her.

Okay, Tajade. I suppose that that is sound advice for all of us. When I first learned from a friend that a Sasquatch medicine woman knew who I was and told that friend to tell me 'feel,' I was blown away. It was almost uncontrollable excitement. From a small child and into manhood, I always wanted to communicate with you people. I always just wanted to be given the chance to show you that I meant no harm and only wanted to develop a friendship. For years I never had any idea that you Sasquatch people knew this about me already and were communicating with me but I was not listening. I would venture to say that many felt similar to the way that I did.

Communication changes like you change what you can hear. You haven't been able to hear us lately because you did not find time to listen. It's is okay.

I missed you. Get ready.

Hey... It's nice hearing from you again. It's not a surprise right now while I type this because you came to me ten minutes ago on my patio. I came back in to type our conversation. Speak to me about getting ready. I felt that you were busy somewhere else lately at time over the past few months when I would reach out to you.

I've been busy too. All of us are busy with ourselves on some level. Things might look to you that you are not busy but parts of you are. Sometimes you just don't feel it anymore. It's all changing for all of us. Maybe you get busy in that life that you are being forced to be a part of but there are parts of you that are making the big changes. When you come back to feel, you jump to where you are because it is not anymore the way you left it when you stopped to feel and only think. It's all moving. You are moving. I am moving. When you choose to get off of the boat and stop moving, the boat keeps going. Okay to get off the boat because you can always swim but change is always moving like water. Maybe good for you to swim a while. Don't force your way back onto the boat because you miss the speed that the boat goes. Swimming is good and standing on the ground also.

For a long time you you rode in the boat. We rode together...talking... learning...feeling. Change took you because you chose to get off the boat. You got busy in the changes that you chose to experience. Experience is why we swim, stand,or float. You have tried to force your way back to the boat with us but to relax and feel is better for what you are looking for. I will always meet you on land also. I can swim too.

Okay, lets get off the water. I know what you are saying right away. I went out and did internships and got a new job over the year. It occupied my time. The time that I spent in the Angelina National Forest, I was welcomed by the Trusted Folk. It was intense.

John Boy,... stop forcing your self. Ever since you began writing all of your stories, you became a new born. You pushed everything else away so that you could become closer to us. We were that part of you that you had been wanting to put back together for many time. But life is change and to change is being life... At first you wanted to help us. You found our help was something that you wanted. We helped each other. Love is addictive. Sharing feels good. Writing your words here helped others and others writing to you helped you. You were happy with the change that you shared with many of us.

I know what you mean...... you're right. I learned the most about my own growth and journey by sharing in this blog. This blog was on a roll for three or four years and everything happened so fast for me. Then things slowed down when I finished school, and got a new job. The 2007 "bailout" thing here, when all of the money was given to the bankers, was the reason that I lost everything and had to start over... like many others.

 Whatever it was, you started over. What did 'starting over' bring you? Change.

Change is always moving. You are moving again. Push your change into the direction that you want it to go. Don't let change find you unchanged. Write here when you choose to. Don't force yourself to write when you feel something else to do.

You asked me to tell you about "get ready."

What do you want to know?

The cluster in my head is too much. I feel you answering everything all at once. Slow down and give me some analogies or something. I know and understand right away what you mean but how can I write it?

You know that I am here. Your have been thinking my name, wondering how I am doing, wondering where I am at. May I interject?

You just make me laugh. Yes, of course. Feeling you here in San Antonio is very refreshing. It has been a while. I have thought of you often. I already feel that I am getting sidetracked here from my original blog entry about the Trusted Folk. I would like to share what they shared with me.

Hasn't TuGrahno explained everything that you need to know about change?

Ha Ha !! Alright...

I can write more about that later. I'm glad that you all are visiting me. so, we are talking about getting ready. You have the floor.

It doesn't work that way. Ask me a question.

I laugh with a tear or two of happiness. It is very nice to talk to you guys again so freely and haphazardly again. I've missed you. I know what all of you are talking about about "get ready"... When TuGrahno was talking to me and I directed my intent into "get ready" the chatter was very much for my clarity. Since I know already, and everyone reading this does too at some level or another, TIME comes to mind.

Get ready for what and why the hurry up?

Imagine a planet in space with a bunch of people on it. Those people get ready every day for something. Either they get ready for the day simply or they get ready for an appointment of some kind like work or breakfast. That planet gets ready as well. So do many planets get ready. Galaxies get ready; as do universes.

Getting ready is change. Change is ready to change or change is not ready but change changes anyway. There are changes that are taking place for all of us because we all belong to the same change. Our galaxy is changing and many others around us. It is a beautiful moment for all of us. Touch it. Feel it. Embrace it. Change it. Feel around you. Feel within you. Change is everywhere.

The change that all of you are a part of is grand. Would you rather that change find you passive and unchanged? Or that you are pointing change into the direction that you imagine it to go? Change is.
 And so are you. Get ready. Do you fee this?

There are big things going on at this moment of now.

Cowboy, everyone in your circle of friends is changing because they feel something. Get ready. What this means is that all of you together have made a choice and choices. Not one of you hidden and safely away somewhere that you have the greatest quiet away from the all is able to keep silent. This change is splitting right down the middle of all of you. We feel it too. Humans must now get up or stay down. Get up is the natural change. Stay down is change later... but much much later.

Hmm... Hi, Tahjee.


This is a little different from ... everything will be okay no matter what, everyone has their own pace, everyone is on the same path but some are ahead and others are behind, all paths lead to the same place, etc...

I feel a sense of urgency from all of you this evening.


You are here too? What would you like to add?

Don't keep any of this to your self. Let it flow. I was not interested in becoming friends with any humans until I had you on my doorstep. I felt you as you feel us. Give it away. Keep it open and honest. As change walks beside you as a friend, let her see you. Just write when you can. Don't sell anything. Keep money as far away as you can. It makes the water muddy.

Grow yourself. Share. Don't try to do anything else. We are all here and with you. We are that part of you that is us and you are that part of us that is you.

I guess that I will end this blog entry here. I wanted to share all of the things that were shared with me from the Trusted Folk.

If any reader has any questions for the Sasquatch people, send me a private message or respond to this entry. I will ask. 

Monday, December 11, 2017


For those of you who have found this blog, remember that it is only one small piece of a grand puzzle. Everyone carries a piece of this puzzle. There are many of us. Every piece is just as important and worthy as the other. I feel that this is why we argue, ponder, and always look outside and focus on the experiences of another without bringing our pieces to the table. Trust yourselves for what you carry inside and bring it out. Do not look for what you are looking for from me, him, or her. Offer it so that it can become us.

I have been writing this blog for a few years now based on my personal journey with the people that consider us as family. I have found that sharing has helped me to grow. They have endured our many faces and whims as humans. They have shared with us that we are not completely to blame but are responsible for our intent and choices at the same time. I simply mean that we are not completely to be blamed for our disconnection with all of the other parts of who we are. We were tricked, tampered with, and used. More details can be found and researched somewhere else if that puzzles you. The interesting part about that is that most of us chose to be here. This was one of the many eye opening experiences that the Sasquatch people taught me this year.

 When I created this blog a few years ago, I was in school at the university. I had time to follow my heart into the forest and seek out what I was looking for. In January of 2017, I was ready to start a new career because school was done. I got a call in March from the Forest Service and began an internship in Chicago and was moved to the National Forest and Grasslands of Texas to begin my work with the National Forest Service. It was beautiful in concept and idea but working within that type of confined governmental structure was not for me. I learned tons over the summer and had a one of a kind experience but working in the forests in such a militant manor was more than I could take. I wished everyone there the best and expressed nothing but gratitude as I resigned.

I followed my heart through the door that I had opened; unaware of where I was going. After spending years in the university studying science, and after a summer full of adventure in the National Forests of East Texas, I decided to utilize my past experiences and degrees in the private sector. Today, I work for a big contractor in San Antonio Texas. I am happy. I suffered for many years getting through school. I wrote the Human Services an email, thanking them for letting me use food stamps for a few years while I was in school. I told them that I no longer needed their services. It was a great feeling! I did not receive a reply.

For those of you that have read the My Lady of the Woods blog over the past few years... now you know where I have been. This blog has never been about the messenger but the message. At least that was my intent. It still is.

When I went to Chicago last summer in June, I studied in the Chicago Botanical Gardens. All spare time was spent in the gardens. When I would meditate, I was amazed at how harmonic the trees and plants were with the daily flow of people. The trees and plants shared with me the love and admiration that they felt from the humans visiting them day after day. I flew back to Texas energized and ready to get back into the National Forests of East Texas.

I spent most of my time working and studying in the Angelina National Forest. Growing up with a cowboy Dad and a farmer Grandad, I already knew how to work all of the machinery. I drove tractors with plows, shredders, fertilizers, and rakes. I worked seed separators and planters, cultivators, and so on. I was also supposed to study the migration of the monarch butterfly. This is where my job got very interesting. I would drive a little four wheel drive mule into the forest for hours and search for nectar sources for the monarch. On the farthermost point of the longest trail through the forest I would stop the motor, get off, and breathe deeply with my hands open palm up. This has always been my way. Others have their own way. This is always my way to connect to that web that connects us all. I would listen with my feeling.

I was greeted. I would always feel the people around me. It was not what I would expect every time that I was there. It was unsettling many times. It was always during the day that I was in this place. I was about 5 miles in the middle of this forest and I always felt like a child. The Sasquatch people were not the only people there. There were other people there too and they were the most aware of me; I felt. I only brought love there but it was an innocent and child like love. The forest was matured and had its own community. I heard the chatter in my heart. I was being discussed. I was the topic of conversation. I felt careful. If I were still asleep, I would have felt more oblivious and therefore at ease.

The farthermost loops in the Angelina National Forest were grown over with vegetation. My mule barely fit through the trails. I realized that I was too awake for this. All heart, all love, innocent, and yet I was like a fish out of water. The first time on that loop I got off and would end up looking over my shoulders. In the light of day I heard the leaves all around me; moving under the steps of what I could not see. After the hair on the back of my neck stood up, I got back on my mule and hit the gas. I drove until the vegetation gave me a little better room and the hair relaxed. I turned the mule off and listened again with my heart. I heard the leaves again but I felt a smile come across my face. I opened my hands again and closed my eyes and heard sticks breaking. I was surrounded by new friends that did not mind that I was there.

Over the years I have become accustomed to footsteps, being touched, hearing chatter, watching shimmers... I have had more eye contact experiences than I wish to explain because that is such a convoluted area. Many humans invest all of their being into what their eyes see; never taking a moment to ponder how a blind person would experience the Sasquatch. If you are reading this, take a moment and imagine how you would experience the Sasquatch people if you could not see. This is my world of interaction. Eyes are beautiful! My favorite are brown like the eyes of my wife and daughters. I have blue. I have seen our sisters and brothers with my blue eyes but I have seen more with them closed.

It is not your eyes that blind you. It is a never ending wish of uncertainty that prods you on.

Wow... Hey, brother.

Sorry to impose but this is a great moment. May I continue?

Of course.

It may sound as a perspective but it is not. This approach has been long in coming but we can help to explain better. The senses that require the most energy are the ones that often carry the most baggage. When one screams, then often is one unable to carry the fitting frequency that would allow that soul to manifest that missing desire in that moment. Screaming is only a piece that does not fit.

I'm going to feel that one out for a moment.

Take your time. It's easy to see.

Much has happened to me this past year, brother, When I finished with my studies, everything grew dim. I moved away emotionally from all of this. I pushed it away. I was tired. I felt as though that I was ran through a cattle chute and ended up somewhere new.

New is good. Old is beautiful. Reach back to what triggered you. Feel that moment. Away from the sounds of despair. Where you are going is who you are and not what made you. What made you is always changing. It is being fed from where you are going.

That's obviously a circle analogy. I guess that I should introduce you a little. I'm just letting the readers know that I met you with the Sasquatch people a few years ago. Mitawinasi is not a Sasquatch and is from the planet Dakote. He looks like a very tall native American. I met him when I was with my Sasquatch brother, Tograhnu. Tograhnu told me that he was a friend. And he has become my friend over the years. Past blog entries record our story together.

(It has been three months since I wrote this above. I stopped at that point and continued in private as I have had a struggle keeping balanced this year. I have put this blog on hold many times this year because of all of the personal changes that I have gone through.)

I'm sorry to sound like a broken record about my personal stuff. I'm just trying to get it out so that I can move forward. Let me just get this over with this way and I will stop bringing it up.

When I began this blog a few years ago I thought that sharing what was happening in my life, all of a sudden, would help me to better understand it. It did. I met so many wonderful people with similar experiences and sharing helped me learn and grow. I was going to school and working at the time and the Sasquatch people just entered my life like a subway train entering the station. It was a beautiful and intense journey together and then school was over.

What I had been studying for wasn't anything like I wanted to do once I got out there with the National Forest Service. I learned why the NFS are, most of the time, the last ones that ever have anything to do with the hairy folk. So, I quit and found a great job. But it is a giant change as well and in a new city. I became out of balance. The Sasquatch people worked with me intensely over the last half a year but it was only for me and not a blog. It has become clear that I am to share again now. That is all that I wish to talk about ... about me. It is where I have been and why this blog had a one year hiatus.

I pushed them away. They were always there when I spoke with them but I was too busy with me.

As I sit here tonight, I reached out with my feeling and asked if they would help me write this blog entry. Mahkee told me that he would talk to me but not in a blog. I asked Tukra and he said that now was not the time. I can see Tahjee watching me intensely and relaxed. I heard, "I will." and asked who said that. Oitoli told me that, "It was time." Not trying to sound mysterious and stuff; but I knew that he meant that it was time for he and I to have a conversation that I can write down and record here. Most of our interaction has been physical. There have been no long conversations between us. Oitoli didn't want to have much to do with me in the beginning. He was told by the clan to interact with me and I know this from the clan as I was also told that I was to meet him.

I did. I recorded it in earlier blog entries. Our mind speak was simple and to the point. We talked little but physically interacted a lot. He just didn't have much to say. But we were stuck together none the less. Ha! It's funny.

Humans like to to play a whistle without moving their fingers. You blow a lot but do not make music.
I watched enough. I moved without family. I was new and you were new. You and your family came and spoke to us. I did not want to hear. I felt you. I watched you. I was alone and in a way of finding the true way to the one. I listened to a human reach. I tried to let you move through the wind without me. You kept me in. The ... (I do not know this word but it feels like group) told me to listen and hear. I only hear the waves of humans in my head. I saw the wave over my mate and youth. I had to leave. The closeness between you and me is no longer there. (youth feels like kids and wave like human habitation. Closeness between you and me is a veil between humans and the Sasquatch.)

I feel a heavy cloud and relief at the same time, Oitoli. Your words touch me differently than I am used to. When you say one thing, I feel a mountain of communication running through me. It's hard to keep up. Is this why it took so long for us to reach this point?


Help me understand. As I sit here and close my eyes and focus on you, I do not feel a contentment. I don't know always what to ask. It was always that I should ask and feel the answer. Now I can hear much more. But the feeling is more too. What are we doing?

There are some of us that do not feel to do this. I do not always feel the love that you do. Many of us search to find what you are looking for. We are at a place of joining. The love that you feel when you come to me is a wall that lets you to me. Love brings us close because there is only love that does this. But when you are close, love can push you far away.

What do you mean? I feel that blanket is some sort of divide and cushions the reality at hand.

Love is a balance because there is only love. Everything that we feel is love because there are only different balances; your love for the unknown and my love for what I see from where I am. Love must become a tool for you to unlock love. There is only love but there are different locks.

I have traveled and moved away from love and to love. But love was always there because there is only love. I have lost everything that I have ever loved because of human blowing the whistle without moving their fingers. To love humans is not a balance of love that I am. Humans came too deep into my home and changed the balance. I walked and grew tired.

Oitoli, communicating with you and understanding you is very difficult for me. I have way too many feelings and scenes before me and yet you speak your simple words. What I am understanding is that you are searching to find a way to balance yourself with humans again because they have destroyed your home and family. I feel that you walked north and found my family of Sasquatch sisters and brothers and was place with me in order to expose us both to something that helps us grow. How does this feel?

We are close.

What do you mean, Brother?

Love is inside and love is outside. Love fear but do not choose to feel fear. Love what you do not choose to feel. Do not let love blind you. Understand that there is only love. There is nothing else. Feel that part of love that allows you to be afraid. Say thank you. Say thank you to what you do not want. Be that biggest part of love that you choose. Thank those other parts of love that pushed you away and you did not want. Balance. I learned balance again with you, Johnny. You were the human that the clan told me to face. Your simple love showed me something too. Humans were very hard for me to love.

What I'm getting from all of this that every part of source or creator or God or whatever has the same choices to make. What I mean is at every level of dimension or "vibration" or level,...... every part of that source energy has that choice at what level of love they wish to vibrate at. Alright... What about you Sasquatch people being our big brothers and big sisters? It is obvious for many of us that science and spirituality are one, contrary to what is being forced upon us. All matter vibrates and matter is created by thought. So we vibrate differently than you do. Are you telling me, Oitoli, that all of you above or below our level have the same choices to make as far as love?


Well, that is not going to be a surprise for most of us. Most of us are awakening to what lies hidden in those quiet moments of meditation or closing our eyes in the forests at night and reaching out to whom we KNOW is there. I feel that this blog entry finds most of us already awake and possibly nothing new. However, the struggles that we go through to connect with you and others at your vibration sometimes leave many of us hanging. You can see us but not the other way around.

It is supposed to be this way. At our level we face the same as you at yours. The levels are never ending. There are always choices at every level. Many of us remember choices that we have made at "higher levels" but higher is not the same as better. They are only higher because those levels move at a different vibration. Lower is not worse and higher is not better; only different.

Oitoli, I have to end this and get it out and over with. Can we pick this up in a couple of days and get deeper? I also want to talk about the "Trusted folk" in the National Forests of East Texas. I feel that this blog entry needs to be posted.


Monday, April 10, 2017

CHANGE The Positive and the Negative


I was walking on the beach of the lake yesterday with my family and three dogs. The signs had changed. Everything was very quiet. I felt a comforting presence around me and the simple feeling of being surrounded. The Earth People did not interact with us as they normally do. They watched.

As an environmental scientist, I have watched the trees change over the past few years. I have learned to tell the difference between trees that have been purposely bent over from the trees that are bent over from the environmental sickness that has become more obvious as of late. I have seen many pines of all ages just bend over and die. The forest floor has become cluttered with the premature dead carcasses of beautiful trees of all ages.

When we reached the beginnings of the land that we know are full of families, we turned around and cut across an old sand pit that has been abandoned since the second world war. I left an apple for Hotamay ( the head sentinel in the area ) and thanked him for keeping an eye on me and my family while we were there. He showed himself to me (in my mind) with a nod but didn't say a word like he normally does.

My wife and I watched a family of hogs run right toward us two days earlier. They turned like flock of birds when they saw us. That was strange based on past experience. I never carry a gun or a knife into the forest as I trust the Earth People completely. I have never regretted that decision in the past four or five years. I have noticed that this has mattered in the closeness of my relationships with them. We heard the hogs when we were walking with the kids but the dogs kept them away.

This area is impossible for us to walk at night. I have been told to stay away at night. Tahjee told me a couple of years ago that I would not be able to handle the energy in the area at night. I have come to understand what this means. My Native American Indian brother, Bone, was curious a couple of years ago after I told him this and tried to walk the beach into the area at night. He explained that the energy started like a shallow breeze and grew into a wall of stone as he tried to get closer. He turned around and the intensity faded away.

My wife, and two daughters, and I enjoy sharing what we can with our eyes but our eyes are no the most important tool that we use when we are in the woods. I am the infant when it comes to emphatic abilities but my three ladies were born awake. Our walks in the woods of North East Texas are visits in every sense of the word. Mind speak is the most fun when we are on their turf. However, as I mentioned earlier, the Sasquatch were quiet yesterday.

After months of personal struggles and bad weather, during the last half of 2016, I finally found the place that Oitoli told me to go last summer. From the place where I leave Oitoli mango's and sunflower seeds and speak with him I followed the trail up hill in search of where the trees have a higher canopy. This was what he told me to do last summer but I only had time now to do it.

I found a dead vine wrapped around some broken off limbs that were tied to the living limbs of a cedar tree. I asked him if this is what he left for me but there was no reply. I found a circle that was about 20 ft across in every direction with a clear place to sit right in the middle. I asked him if I had found the place that he had made for me to sit during our visits. Again, I felt nothing.

I felt lonely. I was puzzled. I needed help. I sent my friend Tracey a text and asked why everything is so quiet around me lately. It took her a few days and she returned the message. She said, “When I'm looking at you I see that the Sasquatch are avoiding you. In the woods they made a huge circle around you in order to avoid you.” “What the heck did you do to them to piss them off?!

Of course I didn't do anything to piss off Bigfoot on purpose. But something was very different. I went through some very intense months and it seems that three negative beings took advantage of that low time and decided to come and live inside of me. It seems that they were waiting for a while. It took Tracey some time to run them off and then the cloud cleared. It explains Shuma. I have decided not to pursue any communication with Shuma for a while.

Through February and March I meditated a lot. I made some changes this year and was concentrated more on bringing myself back into balance. I am becoming more healthy these days; mind, very much body, and very very much spirit. The communication has picked back up but I am not where I was. I finally made the trek deep into the big thickets and followed the instructions of Oitoli a half a year ago. searched everywhere for something that he had left in the tree for me.

At a moment, I stopped and felt a strong energy to look up. I found it. It was the vine and sticks that I had seen a couple of months before where no one would speak with me. Only this time, I could feel the energy from this work of art. I could feel the parts of Oitoli that he put into this. What he left me is a symbol of friendship surrounded by strong energy. Of all of the ways to interact with the Sasquatch people, my way is the best for me. I feel the mind speak and communicate, I mix that with being out in the woods with them and talking, I leave fruit and sunflower seeds and build things as I communicate, and when I come back to the same place I find things left for me. Bone and I have been getting ready and planning an all night hike soon. Those are always intense experiences. I took a photo of Oitoli's art for you.. 

I have some questions at the bottom of this blog but remember that the answers go through my filter. I am simply sharing my experience and my questions and my answers. All of us are at different parts on the same path. Always remember that no one has all of the answers because ALL of us are carrying a piece of the same puzzle. Trust yourself and let resonate what will. What doesn't resonate or feel good, let it be...

Are you aware of the Secret Space Program?

Yes, There are no secrets. We have a vision on most things that deal with the wall that confines you humans. We reach out and through from times before you and will until there is nothing to reach through. We have seen the secrets come and go like waves. The energy in the lie is clear to us. We see it before the lie washes over us. Only secret is you. You see the secret until it is gone. The ones that make the secrets are running out of lies to tell you. Only humans see the secret and not what is behind. The animals feel the truth. The secrets that are made to trick the human do not work on the animal. The animal does not lie. The stones and fire..... and water and the wind do not do what the lie tells them to do.

We do not see a space program that is secret. We see the energy in the lie and what groups are doing the lying. We avoid all negative beings; humans too. We are part of the whole. We find balance. We avoid the imbalance in the secret lies of the beings that have lied to the humans.

How do you deal with negative beings?

We do not deal with the negative. We balance. We can see the negative and the human can not. We can feel the negative and the human can feel but does not choose to see. This is changing. We are here and we are balance and we are family.

How do you view the movement among humans right now and how this relates to the changes that are happening in the universe?

How this all relates is what I will answer because everything relates. It is not important how I view all humans. I see the negative and positive human and help them to become balanced human because negative is related to positive and positive is related to negative. There is only balance because there is only one.

How are we all changing?

The change is who we all are together. That is how! The change that is changing is what we are doing! All of us are changing. You can change while you are changing. You can be positive change and change or negative change and change. I see you asking me these questions now because you have been seeing the changes and you have been hearing that change is happening! You want to make this all come together. You ask me questions about the secret space program and what you want is to hear if I tell you the same as somewhere else. You haven't asked me yet about the premeditates and Atlantis but I know that this questions is coming because I was with you when you wrote it. You want to know about the planet that is no longer there. You are going to ask me about all of the giant bones.

All of these are the changes that are changing for humans. I know about the ancient ones and the ships that travel to other planets. All of you humans are changing in a way right now that you have not changed in a very long time. Yes, you are changing together like always but this time you know that you are changing TOGETHER. Listen very close, John. Humans have changed.

Humans have changed and this is why we are coming to the humans now to speak. You humans are changing together and it is a new change. Right now all of your questions will be answered about the ancient ones and the giants. Now you will know about the other planets and all of your brothers and sisters everywhere. Today, there are no more secrets. All secrets will be known and the negative energy of every lie will become balanced because it will no longer be a secret. This is only one small part of the change that is one. As far as every thought can reach, there will be change found there.

Okay, Oitoli ! Thank you! I'm going to stop here and ask you more questions in a few days. I feel like we are just getting started. Thanks for everything today.

Your welcome. Thanks for the Mango's.

You're welcome.

In June I'm going to be working in the Davy Crockett National Forest for five months. I'm really going to focus on the forest people that live there. I will be writing a special blog over that five months period as I reach out and meet new Sasquatch people. I have absolutely no idea what to expect. I know from experience that the Sasquatch people like it better that way.  

Friday, February 3, 2017

January 2017 SHUMA and OITOLI

2017 has started with a bang. Most can feel that change is all around us. The element of feeling, that I have spoken of in this blog over the years, has brought out the primitive in all of us. If you are reading these words then I invite you to consider that you have found your way here for a reason. The reasons are many and the differences are beautiful but they are all connected and being presented to us at this time together to reconnect with that part of us that we have forgotten. Many of us have made promises and commitments to our selves from a different place; a place that we are all driven to return to. A part of us is there and ready to reconnect with us in this place.

In those moments of quiet, we see, hear, feel the messages that are touching us in the depths of our being. Within all of us is a vast and deep place full of wisdom and experience. Fear is always knocking at the door of this place. Many times we stand at the door and try to help keep out the fear but if we choose not to be afraid we are able to turn around and explore the never ending depths. Like many others, I have found the Earth People there.

Just as there are different languages and colors of skin, there are many different names for our families and friends that vibrate at a frequency just beyond our sight. Earth people is a new name that resonates with me the clearest. I grew up with Bigfoot and later used the word Sasquatch. There are many other names like forest people, people of the woods and so on that are used just as frequently. Our brothers and sisters have shared with me that they do not mind what we call them as long as the intent behind our words resonates with them.

We are all Earth people, collectively, and this term breaks down the barriers that we have used for so long. This planet is very much alive and she loves us all of the same. As her spirit, so are we. Just as our bodies are made from her, our spirits are one being. We are many parts of the whole that is referred to as Creator. There are some of us that are connected to her and hear her as she speaks. They are our hairy brothers and sisters. They are here to help us return to the connection of oneness together. It is not to whom they speak but who listens.

Today, I am different than I once was. I have learned to connect with them and to our mother. When I first began writing this blog a few years ago I was afraid that if I let go of the door then fear would enter. The Sasquatch people helped me learn to trust that the door would hold if I turned to gaze upon the vastness of what awaits me. The adventure is still continuing to change me as I have learned to take control of my change and point it into the direction that I choose to go. There is no end to the adventure and there is no end to the growing.

Last year was a turning point for me. I overcame the desire for constant validation and proof to what is happening in my life in relation to the Sasquatch people. I took one last deep breath and finally let go of all insecurities. It opened up a whole new word of adventure. Today as I speak to you and write this blog from here on out I do not separate any more where the information is coming from. I have learned to trust in the oneness when communicating with them. The conversations that I have with them has become less defined as a back and forth conversation. It has become a steady hum of sharing together.

I can see now how connected we are all and just how big our family is. The animals join in our conversations now. The trees are such gentle and patient souls that accent each conversation. Most are in the know on one level or another. It is only us humans that have disconnected ourselves for so long. We are the ones that they are all cheering on and waiting for to return home. I have seen that there is one road and all of us humans are on it. Some of us are a little further up and some of us are bringing up the rear but we are all going in the same direction. This is reassuring! There is no reason for despair.

Fear does not take us to where we are going. It simply runs along beside us in the same direction waiting for us to turn from the path. If we do get off the path, there is always someone to call out to that we can hear. When we trust ourselves and begin going to the voices we will find that someone has called us back to the path.

This is going to be a fantastic year for us! It has begun. The Earth people are with us and ready for us to return home. I do not use religion in order to find spirituality. For me, I no longer need organized religion even though my parents gave it lovingly to me when I was a child. For those of you that still choose religion, I salute you with love. I find you beautiful with whatever tools that you choose to carry with you on your journey. Thank you for giving me the same respect. I brought this up because some of my analogies like “path” may lead one to think that I mean the path of good / bad or the path of righteousness etc... when I just mean plain ole' “path.”

I have bit off more than I can chew over the past year. I have received countless emails and I find it very difficult to return every message. I feel very sorry for this. I feel that it was a blessing more than it was a problem. I have found a new way to handle this and be fair to all who send me their questions. Starting now in 2017 I will be reading all of them in order for me to let them become a part of me and then just ask the Sasquatch people to tell me what they will. I will continue to answer personal emails as I can. The most important point that I gladly share with all of you is that all of our answers are within us already. There are many people out there that communicate with the hairy folk. Help can be found everywhere. But in the end it is only you that can answer the great unknown for yourselves. Again, there is always help for those who ask. None of us are special, ALL of us are. If the hairy folk can speak with a common dude like me then anyone can speak with them! The only special gifts that I have are new packs of underwear that my daughters get me every birthday and Christmas. Always let resonate what will from my blog as well as what you read or hear from anyone else out there. Lovingly discard the rest.

We are here! It is nice to be again with you in this blog. My name is Shuma. I am an elder that John has spoken to often. I have never spoken with John but I do now with you.

I see that you are the elder that I have felt in the woods with my wife and daughters. Why have you not spoken to me before?

I have watched you and your family. I have connected to you every time but you did not comfort me. You have been busy and so have we. In your walks you have done all of the talking and not much listening.

I know. Why are you here now?

I helped you write all of this. I was waiting for you to finish. We have a reason for this because you have asked us to. You have been given some instructions and you have been to busy to come. For months you have been growing and you have felt that the trips were not necessary. We wait.

Where Oitoli told me to go has been all grown up. It has been difficult to reach for months.

Every journey has a beginning and yours is not beginning any more. Things are making the change and yours is too fruitful for you to not change. The steps were given to you by your friends because you asked for them.

Thanks for speaking with me. I invite you now to speak what you will.

Thank you. When you stop sharing then so do we. A river flows but can not reach the sea when it is not allowed to flow. You have stopped the flow. Today it flows again. Around all of us is a change so absolute that it can not be hidden. It is easy to be busy. Busy is when it is not important enough to not be busy. Find the place that you are looking for. Do not stop looking if you want to find it. When you ask us to show you something and you do not see it then you are not looking in the place that it is hidden. Do you understand?

Yes. This applies to me this past year. I had the toughest last semester of school and could not get away. Money was scarce and I had to work every weekend for months. It's over. I am looking forward to this year very much. I feel like I am free for the first time in a long time.

That is why I am here. Do you want me to continue?

Yes, I have just now felt that you are female when I first felt that you were male.

You were afraid of me in the woods. I felt you. I am old. I am balanced. I am the light and the dark. I am balance. You too are made to balance but you call for the light only. You do not trust the light because of the dark but the dark is part of the light. I heard you call to me when you were walking and my silence made you afraid. When you come back I will be there.

I am not sure where this is going and if our conversations fit in this blog. I feel that this has been building up for a while. Would you like to answer some questions?

No. Not this time. I will come back.

I was caught off guard at this point because the conversation was really weird. I called Tracey for a second balance and she advised me to wait and give it more time with Shuma. She said that she felt her and him but recommended that I wait. Tracey also felt both male and female energy from this person and that she was extremly old. I love Tracey but I didnt wait. This was the convo...

At this point, I called on a friend that I have trusted for years. He is from Dakote... I asked him to help me better understand Shuma's message.

Mitawinasi, would you speak with me here?

It would be an honor. Are you courious about your last conversation?


I can feel that you are uneasy. Shake it off. What you have just experienced is something that is necessary.

This is why the January Post hesitated.

This year I will be seeing where this mindspeak conversation with Shuma leads and I will record every conversation here in this blog.

I will also pick up where I left off with Oitoli. He told me where to go to begin physical interaction with each other and I have not made it back. He told me that he is patient and to take my time. I have already been taking mangos and he has been very appreciative. The area is very difficult to reach. This is Texas and the undergrowth in some areas are very difficult to walk through. It is really awesome to be able to mindspeak and connect at the same time in the physical. This is next for me.

Where ever all of this goes, we will find out together in the coming months.

Monday, August 29, 2016


It has been a while since my last entry but not because things have stopped. If you have read the previous 29 entries of this blog than you have a feeling of how the blog is laid out. It has changed a few times but now it changes again. It is a change that I welcome because I am putting back some forgotten pieces of my life. They are helping me remember that I have a history with them that has been forgotten as well as having been hidden from me. In this lifetime, I have always had the call of the wild and felt a temporary loneliness for home as I would pass through the forests and keep on going. Throughout my twenties and thirties I lived in cities and played music on stage, in studios, and with some amazing people but when I started a family the calling was too great for me to ignore. I returned to the woods of North East Texas and found an old friend ready to pick up where we left off.

The patient lady knew me and invited me back to where I had been in the beginning of this life time but helped me to remember who I had been in another. In this life and body that I have today my blood goes back to the Native American people. My great great great great grandfather was named Squire Allen. He was a black slave that was adopted by the Chickasaw people. He married Louise Allen from the Cherokee people. Their names were not their own even though I carry the name Allen today. Allen came from the slave owner of Squire and Louise was given her name when the white man made it mandatory for Natives to do so. Louise's grandfather was Dragging Canoe, a Cherokee chief. They both died in Oklahoma after the Dawes Roll registered the last five civilized tribes. They were registered as Choctaw.

In the life before this one I was a Native American man named Majate. I died falling over a cliff with a bullet in my heart with my true love. Very romantic I guess. I have not remembered whether or not I had a life between but it kind of feels like there was one. I don't know. The times for Majate were not pretty. The world was changing and I can remember fighting against the conquest of this country until my last dying breath. I had a close friend. We were friends from childhood. I will protect his name here because this is and was a personal story for the both of us. The man was a Sasquatch at the time of Majate and lives today as a human. When we found each other in this lifetime it was a grand reunion. We have discussed many things. I finally got a chance to tell him that I was sorry. Our relationship did not end well at the very last and I am still remembering what I did to him when I was Majate.

When the Sasquatch lady invited me for conversation on my return to Texas I was an infant. I had become so numb from having been born into this life. I was awake when I was young but began to venture further and further away as I approached my twenties. Today, I am remembering and placing the pieces back together and realizing that much has changed. This country was just beginning the direction that has become who we are today. But I remember that I am still the same spirit with the same drive and vision for us as a people as I was as Majate. It has taken me years to remember who we are and remember who I am in relationship to the whole that is all of us. The Sasquatch people have helped me with the puzzle.

Getting to know Tahjee helped me to design what type of Bigfoot experiences that I would have. She helped me to remember how to communicate with my feelings. Learning to trust what feel and choosing to communicate with whatever feeling I chose to feel while communicating helped me to remember. Love was the only tool that could take me to where I wanted to go with all of this. Mind speak grew and became easier and the experiences began to multiply. I chose early on to share my journey in hopes that others may feel again that we are all brothers and sisters from the same mother.

Even though I have seen these beautiful and wise people with my eyes, communicating with them was more important for me. Their personalities have been a joy to get to know. Their subtle hints and sarcasm has stopped me in my tracks numerous times. Their humor makes me laugh and scares me at the same time. Being a part of the clan is an honor and has made for many great times with my wife and kids on walks in the woods.

What is happening now with Oitoli is a new and different page in all of this. As I live in the country, having to go anywhere was for the most part unnecessary. I would talk to them and visit in the house or outside at the back of my property. But before last Christmas I began feeling lonely and distant from them. I wrote about that in the previous blog entry so I will keep going. The Sasquatch people in my area have brought two people together that they feel would benefit both as well as anyone who listened to the story. I have had experiences with the Sasquatch people from South America on previous occasions but I was always very careful. I have been instructed to leave areas and not to come when some South American Sasquatch people were around.

I was told about all of the destruction in the rain forests caused by man and quickly understood that the refugees from South America were not the typical locals. I tried to reach out to a family passing through once but the males were much more than not interested. The woman and child did not want to pursue any kind of communication or relationship. They moved on. It would be appropriate to bring up that the area where I live has been host to, and a pathway further for, many refugees abandoning the rainforests due to mankind.

At the beginning of this year, the clans around here brought me together with a South American man. The contact was to be a physical one. And it has been. Oitoli doesn't speak much with me but does share feelings with me at times. The feelings are his that he shares not the feeling of communication that I have been used to. I have been going to the place that I learned from mind speak that I should go. The first time I wrote about in the last blog entry. The next times I went I felt his presence just watching me. He was courteous enough to let me smell him and hear him. About the fourth or fifth time I ventured a little deeper into this sacred area as I felt more comfortable. But he was just watching me. Feeling me. Contemplating me.

I walked back up to where he had told me to stay the first time that I visited the ravine. I left some fruit and sunflower seeds as he had taken the last stuff that I shared with him...and left. When I returned a few days later the physical part of our experience had begun. He had built a fence out of saplings that reached from the gully to back around behind me. The fence was (and still is) about twenty five to thirty feet long on both sides of the game trail that I walked last time. He had left the game trail open and in the middle of it he placed an X. The X is about ten feet by ten. At first it was clear that I was not to go further. I was told that I was not allowed to walk with them at this time (this was relayed to me from Tracey Owen who helps me validate and understand things). Now I realize that the fence and X is temporary. Oitoli shared with me, through more feelings than mind speak, that he would remove the X and place it closer to the sacred area in the deep thicket when I was ready ( and he was more comfortable with me ).

I do not yet know where this is all going but we are both overcoming our fear and trust issues together. Sometimes I think that it would be a little easier to be the giant invisible dude than the five foot eight human in this little get together but such is fate. This is the most trying situation that I have ever been in with the Sasquatch people. I know that it must be very difficult for him as well as this whole thing was not his idea. He began this experience feeling that he was being punished by the clan for making him do this with me. I must say that I admire him and respect him very much for doing this. I was never able to forgive and pursue a friendship with the destroyers of my home and people in my lifetime as Majate.

I took my youngest daughter with me the last time to visit him and she shared his sunflower seeds. She would just sit there eating his seeds right off of the tree bark plate that I have for him there. It was a small turning point for him that I would bring my young one to him. He shared with me how he felt about that at that moment. I was relieved and happy. There is hope for Oitoli and I yet.

The questions have been building up so I need to try and catch up here. I am sorry if I left yours out of this blog but I will find them and ask the hairy folk your questions like always. I have many questions and I am goin to spread them out of the next few blogs entries. Some have questions for Oitoli and I am not comfortable with that at this time but I will ask the Sasquatch people if anyone would like to answer you. Oitoli and I have our hands full together right now and we are not speaking very much. I hope that you understand baby steps. A

I have left all names out and will continue to do it this way from now on. Many people do not want their names and stories shared and I understand this. But I ask future questioners to consider sharing for others to learn from. This is why we are in this community I feel. I will always honor the wishes of the questioner. Another thing is that my email and private messages are full of questions. I want to help but do not have the time to answer all questions solo and reply to all mail. In my experiences in asking the hairy folk and Mitawinasi your questions, many times they tie it all in together through out the blog and that is a plus. Lastly... If the answer feels like it is directed at you then it is. I have changed the wording of your questions in order to protect your privacy but always trust that first feeling and explore it and don't start thinking it away into the nothingness.

Question 1
A questioner would like to know about Marduk or Maldek, the planet that many of you incarnated from.

There are lessons to learn from each step we take. They are a way of reminding us where we have come from and where we are going. The lessons of Maldek are sacred to us. Some lessons are shared and others deal with our personal journeys. I remember when those of Maldek were infants and the way forward was alone. The battles raged on and and the mother rolled. She was empty. She was angry. She left before the last choices were made. We let her die. We knew in the end that our choices were made from the alone. We know the alone. Our mother left and we left our bodies with her empty shell. Some of us chose another and came to this place to make a different choice. Our mother is here now. She adopted us and showed us what we did not understand. We love our mother and have learned her teaching. We are making a different choice.

Thank you, Tukra.

Question 2
I have a friend that asks about her own personal journey. She has shared with me that when asking for communication with you hairy folk, she asked for validation. At that moment she heard a thud on her house that sounded like a bird. Would one of you answer her question.

She is a flower and knows how to find what she is looking for. She waits. She knows the validation will always find her.

Why does she wait, Tahjee, and what does she wait for.

The sounds come from a place that she is waiting to go. The sounds are shared like the question she asked. There are more that hear her questions and more that answer her. She waits for the sign from the one that she expects.

Who is she expecting?

There is no need to expect. Know it and it will be.

Tahjee, this all seems vague. Am I writing what you are saying? Am I being accurate?

You are hearing what you are feeling, Cowboy. This one knows what I am saying. As I have told you before, there is energy in words. Read again what I say. Feel it. You will know.

Okay, My Lady of the Woods. Thank you
Wait. One more question... Can you help me contact the hairy folk in her area?

She doesn't need help with that. They are already there. She knows this.

This is for a questioner in Puyallup Washington who asked me to keep his name out of the blog.

...I have a little history with "Sasquatch", he came around our house back in 73, when Puyallup Wa. had forests that connected to Mt. Rainier. Also, this subject started really "picking up" lately, or is it just me? I had a dream recently where a medium sized "Sasquatch" appeared in my dream, red haired, bit of gray around his rather "human" looking face. We just looked at each other for a bit, is all, don't recall any specific feelings or info, but no fear at all. I am making a trip shortly to Vancouver BC for a lecture of sorts, and plan to go to Vancouver island to do some Kayaking. I would rather like to contact some people who know about these things on the island, was wondering if you had any recommendations about that? Also, wondering what you think of my dream....”

Many of us have had the same dream. I have had this dream more than once. I have met Oitoli and Mitawinasi (the 7 ft tall human man from the planet Dakote) in dreams. Many of our friends and family break the ice this way. This man is preparing you for contact or communication or whatever you decide.

He wants you to find his name. You can do this. Feel it. Feel the syllables of his name that come to you and explore that with him. This little step will help to connect you. About connecting on the island with people.... There are hairy people on the island that are more than able to help you. Remember that it is us that have become disconnected from the other parts of our creator. The hairy folk are connected and are reaching out to connect with us just as much as we are them. A connection of love, respect, friendship, fun, on a vibrational level that is void of negative energy holds more promise than them coming down to our heavy vibration of cameras, infra-red, and hair and stool samples.

John., Thanks for sharing your blog. I would like to present myself to the local hairy folk in my area with the intention of learning anything they are willing to teach me. Can you tell me if there are any hairy folk in Central Texas who would be willing to consider me? Do I need to figure out a very specific location to go to or should I just get out into the nearest wilderness and be available? Thanks for any answers or advice you can offer.

I live in Texas too. The Sasquatch here are very careful. They are much more secretive here than in the Pacific Northwest. There are far more hunters and “good-ole boys” here that shoot anything. The hunters here hunt because they feel that this connects them to the land. It has become a cultural thing. Most good-ole boys hunt deer and then go to Wall-Mart and buy hamburger meat. The respect for becoming one with the being whose life you just took has turned into trophies mounted on living room walls. I will say here, “not all......but most,” in hopes of not offending any hunters. But that is all that I will say because being offended is a choice.

Anywhere and everywhere is fine to connect. However, I do not need to clarify that away from the hustle and bustle of human made civilization is best. Get out in the woods and take off your shoes. Sink your feet in the dirt. Feel your heart and explore your intent. Let that feeling flow down your legs and into the soil. Feel the trees. Feel the next tree that is further away. Keep feeling until you feel them.

Try to picture that life and all matter vibrates at different speeds and frequencies. There are many different vibrations than the one that is now our own human experience as a collective. The Sasquatch people and many other beings vibrate at a speed that is just beyond our sight. They are everywhere. It does not matter where you go to connect but what tools you use to connect with your desired designational vibration. For example: If you want to connect and create a relationship with a being that is harmoniously connected to this beautiful sphere that is our mother, then things like greed, selfishness, fear, disrespect, trophy hunting, belittlement, low integrity, cameras, iphones, infra-red night vision, littering, cutting trees unnecessarily, watching TV, etc.... …... would probably not be the most helpful tools to use in getting there. I am not placing a value judgment on those things because that would be silly. I am simply saying that one would not use a hammer when a screwdriver would be more productive.

In closing: It has been about five months since I have written an entry to this blog. As things began to grow spiritually, so did the negative. The heavy weight of work, university, paying bills, etc... became very overwhelming since April. I realized that writing entries to this blog seem to keep everything else in my life moving forward so I will keep this going regardless of what life throws at me. I appreciate all of your private messages, emails, and blog comments. I will ask the hairy people your questions as I can get to them. Some questions are repeats and that is lucky for me. Ha! Thank you for your interest and patience. I will be catching up over the next few blogs.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

The Loner from South America

My relationship with Oitoli is becoming more physical. In this process I have realized a few differences in my previous blog, entitled Oitoli, and this entry. As most of us know, it is useless to waste efforts in trying to predict how a situation will unfold when pertaining to the Sasquatch people. I have done this often and every time I have been surprised. In the last blog entry what I felt to be Oitoli was a collective of Sasquatch that I have spoken with many times. I have been realizing this as Oitoli and I continue to become closer.

The overwhelming loneliness that I have felt over the past couple of months prior to writing about Oitoli was Oitoli's own feelings that he was sharing with me. As I have written about before, he didn't talk much. The communication that I was having was from this collective in and close to my own clan. They were taking steps back from me and I confused this with Oitoli's communication when in fact Oitoli was only sharing with me the way he feels living here in my neck of the woods with my family of Sasquatch.

Let me clarify for the record who this collective is: Tahjee (My Lady of the Woods) is a medicine woman in my clan, ToGrahnu is a sentinel of the clan that watches over my wife, kids and I very closely, Machia is a teen age female, about 18 years, old that speaks with my daughters often, A very special man named TuKra (who does not belong to my clan but is a very wonderful man that I met through Thomas Hughes), Mitawinasi the brother of Tahwinasay from the Andromeda Council (he is a tall native American looking human from the planet Dakote), TuKornu is an elder that shares an affection and friendship with me but has moved on and working with a different human even though we say hello sometimes, and a few others. There two very no-nonsense and very big sentinels that I am friends with from two different clans that speak with me often. I have met them while walking in their areas with my family and buddy Bone. They welcome me when I come to their area to walk but have stated many times that I should stay away from certain places...and I do. Hotahmay is the head sentinel at a lake that I visit often and Mahkee is the head sentinel at the other area that I have been with Bone.

I do not always know with whom I am speaking unless I ask. Sometimes when the communication is good I do not ask and could be speaking with a few at a time. I know that many of you mind speakers out there can pin-point a person out of the crowd in a second but I am not there yet. There are a hand full of you that I call on for help often and I thank you very much for helping me validate things and you know who you are. I couldn't have made it this far with out you.

My clan has backed up a little because the friendship between Oitoli and I is important in many ways. After writing this blog for a few years and thanks to the positive feedback and support, I understand that I am doing exactly what I wanted to do years ago. I never would have thought that it would be like this. I wanted to help the Sasquatch people but soon realized that it is in humans that I should invest my energy. My one goal, intent, and passion in all of this was to make friends and develop beautiful relationships with our brothers and sister in the forest. It is still this way. I have never included money in any of this and never will. I have never made a penny so far and have everything that I need. If I ever write a book I will make it free online. I share because it is important to me that humans understand that our family in the woods love their kids, are very funny, respect our mother earth, have sacred relationships with one another and communicate with other beings in other places freely as free will choice is the base of all of our interactions.

They let me know that Oitoli is from South America and has moved here only a couple of years ago when many Sasquatch people were driven from their homes in the rainforests of Brazil due to human deforestation. Our Southern family do not think very much of us for good reason. I can't blame them. I have nervously reached out to a few over the years only to be told that they want to have nothing to do with me. Only the females would tell me this. The South American men would not even speak to me. There was a family about a year ago that passed by my home for a while. I took some fruit to try and develop a friendship. The mother told me, “I understand what you are trying to do, but do not come back again.” I understood that she respected my free will choice and expected me to respect hers. I did.

Oitoli is lonely and shared this with me without a word. I did not like that feeling. I though that it was me feeling that way and mixed with the fact that my clan had distanced themselves from me, I wondered what I had done. I could have called Tracey Owen every day to help me make sense out of this but did not want to get on her nerves. It was the hollidays and her family were all in. So it was tough for a while. As the smoke settled I began to learn that Oitoli was being instructed to persue a friendship with me and he did not want to. He felt that he was being punished by the clan because he is a loner and goes off by himself often. My clan back away and Oitoli would only send me his loneliness. I guess that that was as far as he wanted to have to do with me. He did not speak. He would only interject this alone feeling on me. I got it.

After about three months the clan knew that I was ready to face my fear of the South American people and knew that Oitoli needed to face something within himself about us humans and they called a meeting together between me and Oitoli. A physical meeting. I called Tracey and we spoke on the phone for a while after our families had eaten supper and were watching TV and doing homework. She was able to communicate with Oitoli much more than I could up to that point. He knew her spirit from somewhere else and they trusted one another. Oitoli told her to tell me, while I was still there on the phone, where to go. The place sounded very familiar and then I remembered that my Native American brother and friend, Bone, had pointed out that place about three years earlier.

If most of you have read my blog entry about “The Stage,” Bone felt drawn to the area that Oitoli was describing now. In that blog entry, Bone and I went on and witnessed anywhere between 30 – 40 Sasquatch people shimmering in and out before our eyes. We were both incredibly lucky and grateful that they would trust us enough to do that but that is another story. You can scroll back and read about that night.

Tracey described to me that there was a deep gully there. There is a place on the bank that I should sit and wait for him. I told Tracey that he is asking too much. Hotamay told me not to go there at night because the energy was too strong for me and would make me sick. She told me that Oitoli knew this and had agreed to meet with me during the day. Wow! Awesome. I called Bone and asked him to describe the place for me so that I would know where to go and not get hurt or lost. He explained the place just as Oitoli had described the place to Tracey. I knew now what to do.

I had not been out for a while because the hairy folk come to my home often. Being able to mind speak with them, made it to where I seldom ever went out alone anymore. I go every weekend on hikes with my wife and kids but in the daytime. This was different. It all made sense but meeting a South American man in the woods alone is a very big step for me. I was always amazed at how Bone would just go out at night anywhere and never think twice about it. I was always a little more careful. Don't get me wrong, I trust them. But deep in the woods alone at night with no gun, campfire, phone, etc..knowing what I know now, . . . I really have to get in the right frame of mind.

That weekend came and went. I just couldn't get it together to do this. Oitoli wasn't making it easy for me. I was really on my own. After that weekend I called a very special woman named Julie Turtle Hagen. She was able to fill in many of the blanks. She made me realize and understand that this was very necessary for both of our peoples. A situation had presented itself to me and it was up to me to choose who I want to be in relationship to it. I went last Sunday and it was one of the most awesome experiences that I have had so far.

When I asked Tracey to ask Oitoli what type of fruit he would like for me to bring, he told her, “big, green, and to be peeled.” Every green fruit I had thought of was too small for a Sasquatch to have called “big.” I went to the store last Sunday morning and asked Oitoli to look through my eyes and tell me what I should get. When my eyes came to papaya, I felt a joy. They were big and I bought both. I got in the truck and headed to meet Oitoli at about 9:30 am. I got out of my pickup at about 10 and headed off into the woods. I found the gully right where Bone said it was and I knew that it looked just like Oitoli described. I was nervous. The weatherman forcasted rain but it was very still, dark, and quiet. I sat nervously with these bigass papayas in my arms and looked all around. They were all probably laughing their asses off. Ha! It wouldn't have been the first time.

I calmed down just a little...just enough to walk about 20 feet deeper into the woods and placed the fruit up high in a cedar tree and went back and waited. After about twenty minutes, an unknown calm came over me. I became very relaxed. I thanked him. I kept talking to him but now more calmly. I kissed the dirt and thanked our mother for making this possible. I felt Oitoli feel me as I sent my loving wishes of friendship and respect to him. I thanked him. Then I smelled him. It was amazing! It was wild and warm. The scent was just to my left and filling my nose when the ever so light movement of air blew.

I turned around and looked behind me in the direction of the fruit and the smell went away. I slowly turned back around and faced the deep gully. I let my feet hang over just a little and the smell came back. I spoke out loud like I had done the whole time so far. Quietly I said, “Oitoli, I smell you, brother. You smell better that I thought that you would have.... you smell wild like the night. I probably smell pretty funny to you.” I began to think about the shampoo that I had used in the morning and wondered if it smelled good to him. Then in front of me off to my right, about 40 yard across the gully I heard a loud snap! It was a big branch. I looked with my eyes wide and said. “I hear you, brother. Thank you for letting me know where you are.” Another big branch broke, again on purpose. I realized that I was getting excited. Too excited. I ask him to send me some calming mojo again. He did. I thanked him. I relaxed.

The smell was constant and beside of me. On my left side. I was calm. After a few minutes, in the direction of the branches breaking, he snapped his fingers. It was two close together and one snap to follow up. He did it again from across the gully to the right. This time I did it back. It sounded just like his snaps. He then snapped about ten snaps in a row quite quickly. As I attempted to snap back, he snapped again two together and one follow-up on my side of the gully about 20 yards away. I smiled and was still very very calm. I kept my gaze in front of me over the gully. He came closer. I could hear him walk. I was smiling and very calm. He stopped moving and snapped his fingers again, two times together and one follow-up snap. He was within view behind me and I knew it and yet I kept gazing over the gully. His smell was all around me this whole time.

He was quiet. I was quiet. I was happy and calm. He reached out with his mind and felt me. I knew that this was the most important moment in all relationships that I have ever had with the Sasquatch. This was the moment where nothing could be hidden. He knew what kind of man I was at this moment and he knew my intent. I passed the test. I know that I would have never have gotten this far if I had anything other than love, respect, wonder, awe, friendship, and more love in my heart. I felt that it was alright to turn around and I did. What I saw was beautiful calm golden brown scenery. All of the leaves were the same color of brown except one patch of leaves in the shape of a Bigfoot from chest up. The leaves looked as if fall had only now began to change them. They were of a lighter hue than all of the rest and looked like winter had not touched them yet. I felt a friendship. I felt at peace. Then I heard Oitoli tell me that it was time for me to go. I did not want to go. I said, “really? You want me to go now?” But then it hit me. Everything was very very clear. Our first meeting was just exactly as it should have been. He was in control. I took love with me into the forest. He knew it. He had made the visit calm for me. He had showed me that fear can be turned on and off with a thought. He had spoke to me.

When I stood up and said good-bye, the rain started. That was funny. I turned back to look at him and to see if he had turned on the rain. I smiled and told him that I would be back next weekend with more papayas. The leaves were beautiful.