Archive 229 Bigfoot Theory

Archive 229 Bigfoot Theory

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:06):
This is an email that I received recently that is, uh,
it's really different. It's not really a story. And I
get a few of these now and then people send
their opinions to me on Bigfoot, and they're not really stories,
so I don't usually include them in a podcast because

(00:26):
that's what we do, We tell stories. But this is
so out there, and I'm not making any judgments on it,
but it is so out there that I thought you
might think that this is a pretty cool little read here,
So let's get into it. Are you holding on to
old weaves? You got your dentures glued in, got your
socks pulled up, Tighten up your belt because here we go.

(00:50):
Get ready for a ride. Sosquatch are humans there, as
human as anyone else, with the exception of appearance. The
Almas people are their true name in Sumerian is their language.
For almost thirteen thousand years up until April fourteenth of
twenty and sixteen. They were an enslaved people for the

(01:13):
purpose of hard labor, and in the distant past the
world knew these people as the Nephilum. The stories about
the Nephilim, as written in Biblical scripture are very incorrect.
I call the Bible the Book of lies that everyone
will learn this in time. Their past enslavement can be

(01:33):
compared to Nazi ghettos of World War II, but primarily
in underground bases and tonal systems. This enslavement was absolute
and inescapable, and these bases are primarily in national parks, forests, preserves,
mountainous regions, and other isolated areas globally. Since April of

(01:57):
twenty and sixteen, they have been cared for by consortium
of people in isolated areas globally and away from the
public eye. Slightly more than nine million exists in the world.
Nine million human bigfoots, I guess is what this person
is talking about. The largest concentration is in Cascadia and Alaska.

(02:21):
They are very beautiful people with families and strong community values.
This is an important fact about their biology everyone will
come to learn. Many people are aware that they have
this capability, as they have witnessed it. Sasquatch have introduced
genetic characteristics given to them by their enslavers. They have

(02:43):
the ability to change their biological frequency that is overlapping
to human senses, and this renders them invisible to human senses.
With the exception of their smell. There's always been more
to this world than people can see. Every thing is energy.
It will not be too difficult to understand when it

(03:05):
will be properly explained. It is scheduled for the introduction
with the rest of humanity, a date I cannot disclose
at this time. For the last eight years we have
been tasked with caring for a group of two hundred
and fifty four thousand of these creatures in Alaska. Now
I'm always in their company and with their loving interaction,

(03:28):
always in the company of children as I work now.
Something important to note. Before twenty and sixteen, the Sasquatch
people were policed by Sasquatch collaborators under Zeta control. They
were about twelve thousand doing this globally, and they were
brutal and did occasionally harm people. All were captured and

(03:52):
removed by twenty and eighteen. The great awakening the world
is going through is much bigger than humanity can begin
to imagine. On April fourteenth of twenty sixteen, a global
war began to remove permanently from this earth those responsible
for the Almus enslavement and the control they have been

(04:13):
actively carrying out in regards to the whole of humanity.
To date, more than five point five million Zetas genetically
associated with them, and humans the Zetas directly controlled have
been permanently removed. I cannot see the Zatas because of
an overlapping frequency to human senses. They could interact with

(04:36):
humans when cloaked, and were able to spiritually connect and
take over control of a person's thoughts and behavior. They
have been here doing this, controlling humanity for twelve thousand,
nine hundred and seventy seven years. On April fourteenth, twenty sixteen,
that ability was stripped away from them globally, and this

(04:59):
war began by systematically removing them, and in this year
of twenty twenty four, the war will have been completed.
It has been called the hidden War against the Invisible Enemy,
and the term used frequently these people are Sick is
code for the Zeta civilization, who are also known as

(05:19):
Samerian gods, and when they are cloaked, they can travel
at incredible speeds and pass through all of this Earth's
elements without impotence. They are a genetically created extraterrestrial civilization
that originated from a system in the Orion Nebula. This
is the ninth world in their path of destruction. They

(05:41):
are extremely intelligent and a predatory civilization. This will be
difficult to understand and accept. Satan is a royal name
and God is a species name. Samaran is their language.
Satan was captured in executed on July twelfth of twenty twenty.

(06:03):
He was located in a base at Mount Hayes, Alaska.
He was forty one thousand, two hundred and fifty two
years old at the time of his physical and spiritual death.
The greatest reveal of this great awakening will be who
is God or who was God? It is not a
few everyone thinks his brain washed. It is the entirety

(06:26):
of humanity without exception. Until full disclosure, religious values will
remain in place and encourage or what is taking place
will be difficult for the world to accept. Humanity is
not alone, and what the Zetas have been doing ends here. Finally,

(06:46):
you were their food, their ability to experience sexual pleasure,
the harvesting of adrenaline as a drug, genetic research, and
parasites for the ability to experience life that they cannot
create for themselves. The complexity of this cannot be explained
at this time. So I give you this brief description.

(07:09):
Humanity's future will be beautiful, but just a little more
pain that is unavoidable. And then the last sentence is
book of never ending pages. Now, the first thing I
will say is the person who wrote this is a
good writer. Unless they copied it and pasted it from

(07:31):
something on the internet. They're a pretty good writer as
far as the theories and the things that they say.
And there are many many statements in this email that
I just read to you. I don't agree with a
single one, but that doesn't matter whether I agree or
whether you agree. The point is that's this person's opinion.

(07:55):
They say they actually live it. They say that they
are actually in control of some of these Is it
the Almust people or the Sasquatch people. I don't know
they're in charge of. I'm trying to look for it.
For the last eight years, we have been tasked with
caring for a group of two hundred and fifty four
thousand of them in Alaska. So this person is in

(08:18):
Alaska anyway. It's just one of those odd emails that
I get that I never never pass on to you guys,
And I thought I would I thought maybe it would
give you some prompts to think, if not about their email,
about the way people think around the world. There are
some really different theories on all of this stuff going

(08:39):
on in the world, and now you know this person's
theory on what is going on in the world. The
Bible is not a book of lies. It is a
self proving book. Over and over and over. It has
two hundred and sixty four thousand cross references back and
forth that no over the span of time that the

(09:02):
Bible was recorded, could ever correlate back and forth. It's
just the perfect book. It's an amazing book. So that's
the main thing. I don't agree about it anyway. I
don't want to just keep talking about it. But I
thought this was so interesting when I got it, and
I debated on whether to put it up, But there
you have it. I thought i'd do it. Hope you
enjoyed it. This story comes second hand. It was my

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dad's encounter. He passed away in two thousand and six,
so I cannot ask him further questions. But on some
occasions there were times when we got around talking about this.
His odd experience in the mountains of Washington State in
nineteen fifty nine. He was a minister, a media specialist,

(09:49):
a teacher, a police chaplain, a travel agent to all
parts of the world, and he was an author. He
had degrees in archaeology and anthropology, and he led an
exciting life full of myriads of places and people. But
he never told me of anything else as remotely weird

(10:09):
as like this. When I think of my dad back
in the fifties, from all the stories and photographs, what
comes forth is a quintessential naturalist, someone totally at ease
in nature. The old pictures show him clamming expertly in
the deep fog along the Sandy Puget Sound, or hiking

(10:30):
to the peaks of most all the mountains with road
access in the Olympic and Cascade Ranges, both the famous
and the obscure alight. His favorite activity in a state
that offered so much was in the winter, climbing to
high peaks in his Alaskan cawachin sweater rich in Lanlin,

(10:50):
a dark brown thunderbird on a cream background, warm and
impenetrable to the cold, and his prize Austrian skis and
boots garnered from a backpacking trip in the Alps after
years of saving money as the assistant to a small
Seattle butcher in high school and then high high Up
after a long day of climbing, he would let loose

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and ski all the way down. He loved doing this
and would sometimes bring a friend along, but usually he
went alone, leaving his house around three point thirty or
four am and getting to his targeted spots around sunrise.
One early winter morning, he was up on Mount Eleanor
along the Olympia Peninsula. No one was around as he

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pushed off the snowy peak, stopping and leaning on his
ski poles. Early on his way down the dramatic incline
to admire the breathless beauty of seemingly endless scenery all
around him, it began to snow lightly. He was continuing,
standing off to the other side, down from the main peak,

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when he sensed that maybe there was something around it.
It was a sixth cent sort of thing, and he
looked up at the peak from where he had just
come there off to the right and above was someone
coming up over the hill. He said, it happened really fast,
but his first thought was, oh fun. Another skier, which

(12:18):
was super rare. Back in those days and had never
happened to him, but it was possible. And then as
the creature came closer, he saw it and it seemed
to have fur in its outline as it bent down
low and leaned forward into the wind for the best
aerodynamic effect, and my dad said that he assumed he
was comically witnessing a bear skiing totally oblivious to my

(12:42):
father's presence. He said he was just about to burst
out laughing. Bears can be dangerous, as we all know,
but hilarious and fun of antics too, And as he
observed it some yards away, sliding down and gaining speed,
seemingly obliviving to all around but his or her own fun.

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After passing my dad, it slowed down, though still bent
and skiing, and its head turned around slowly and quite
deliberately to stare from eyes in a face that were
neither bear nor human, directly into the eyes of my father.
For the deep and meaningful flick of a second. He
was letting my dad know that it had known of

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its presence the whole time. This is when everyone listening
would get the willies so bad, and when I was
a little girl, I would have to run around to
expend the energy of the willies shouting it was the
abominable snowman, and he did occasionally wonder for the rest
of his whole life, with no answer in sight as

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to just what it was that he encountered on that
faraway mountaintop in Washington State on that cold winter morning.
All Right, this email is from David, and I enjoyed
reading this story. I hope you like it, he writes.
I'm a musician from Chicago by way of the United Kingdom.

(14:10):
We moved from England to Sister Bay, Wisconsin when I
was a kid, settling in rural Dora County, next to
the only boggy area on the whole peninsula. Today it's
a protected area, to be fair. I've been into Bigfoot
ever since I saw the Patterson Gimlin film on in
Search of so much so that my dad would tease me, saying,

(14:34):
you better get in here before it gets dark or
Bigfoot will get you. So it didn't take much for
me to imagine one in the woods just off my driveway.
In a way, Bigfoot was just part of this new
world in the American folklore that we had joined in
moving to the United States. I never did see one
in those woods, but I have always believed perhaps it

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was unconscious knowledge. A few years back, I discovered Sosquatch
chronicles and it relent my fus. However, despite my interest
and the fact that I've always believed, I never thought
I'd have an encounter that I can only attribute to Well,
was it a bigfoot? I honestly can't say that it was.

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Now I now wonder if my fascination with and my
fixation on the topic over recent years somehow contributed to
or manifested the events. A wise friend of mine once
advised me, watch what you say, and watch what you think,
and above all, watch what you wish for, because you
may get it, so you be the judge. It's freaky

(15:45):
anyway I slice it. During the summer of twenty nineteen,
I took a sort of spiritual journey to Taos. It
was the first time I had been to New Mexico.
I had been invited by Dyna Navajo friend. I think
I'll pronounce that right, Dyna d N d N E

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with the little slash over the e Dyna Navajo friend
to experience my first sweat lodge and attend an all
day prayer healing vigil on the reservation that, by the way,
blew my mind. When I planned my trip, I decided
I would really try to get in touch with nature
while I was there, so I booked the cheapest airbnb

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in town for thirty three dollars a night. I got
a converted old ice cream truck with a couple of
CODs one hundred yards from a kindly hippie folks who
owned the land and ran the airbnb. When I shared
my accommodations with my family online, they joked, this will
go well, and they would have been correct. After enjoying

(16:53):
dinner and some live music outdoors in the town center,
I returned to the truck to settle in for the night.
Before hitting the hay, I decided to sit outside, play
some guitar, and smoke a bowl. I lit a candle
that was set in tall glass, but it kept going
out despite the fact that there was no wind. Well.

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This struck me as odd and left me with a
vaguely spooked feeling. After I lit it for the third
time and it went out again, I got really quiet.
The truck was nestled into some trees, perhaps shade, and
there was a thicket that now had my attention. I
got what a stoner buddy of mine calls the nudge,

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so I decided to tuck in. I remember thinking about
the fact that Taos is six thousand feet above sea
level and saying out loud, you're at high elevation, and
maybe a little too high. When I got to my cot,
I checked my phone and found that my brother had
sent me a text good luck falling asleep out there.

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I bet it's squashy. It that really didn't help. It
kind of made me angry. He struggles with insomnia, and
I guess he figured now it was my turn. I
was already worried that it might be hard to get
comfortable in the narrow metal cot, and now my mind
was filled with the image of a big foot pressing
its face against the large back window of the truck.

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It gets cold at night at that elevation, so the
Airbnb provided a knitted old school granny blanket for extra warmth.
I've never liked heavy blankets over heat, but as I
lay there, it began to get a little chilly, so
I reached down and pulled the blanket up to my
chest to my shoulders with my right hand, and then

(18:44):
something pushed my right arm downwards softly by the tricep.
It felt like a giant hand. Who's there? I shrieked
into the darkness. For a moment, I sat there in silence,
trying to get a grip, and the hair on my
neck was standing on end. Even now as I write this,
at that moment, even the hair on my legs was

(19:07):
standing up. The first and only time in my life
I can ever remember having that reaction. I lay there thinking,
that didn't happen. That really didn't happen. You need to relax,
that didn't happen. You're freaking out. Calmed down, And with
each passing thought, I was getting less and less relaxed
and more and more freaked out. Calming down didn't feel

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much of a possibility. Meanwhile, I was frantically trying to
rationalize and seeking any explanation to justify what I had felt.
I quickly surmised that it couldn't have happened, because I
would have felt the truck rock if something had boarded it,
And besides, the little bells in the light sensor at
the doorway would have alerted me. And now I was

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thinking should I stay or should I go? No? Sooner
did I mentally pose that question? And the whole truck
rocked forward and then back. I had my answer, I
should go. I jumped up and turned on my cell
phone flashlight, and I grabbed my stuff and threw it
in a duffel bag, and I flew out the truck

(20:14):
and into my car, wearing only my boxers. I tore
out of there and headed straight for town. The kind
lady at the Kachina Lives de Taos managed to scare
up a room for me just after midnight, for which
I am eternally grateful, even though she said Sting is
in town and we close in five minutes. You've got

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ten minutes to get here. The next morning, I met
my friend in front of the hotel, which was ironically
our meet up place, and when I came out, she
took one look at me and said, laughingly, what happened
to you? Thought you were staying out by the mountain
in an ice cream truck. You've been messing with sosquatch. Yeah,

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I guess, maybe kind of maybe, I mumbled. Then she said,
point blank, they don't have to take physical form, silly,
they know you're here. I returned to the Airbnb to
explain why I left and to grab some things I
had inadvertently left behind. I explained that I wouldn't be
staying there the next evening, and they were totally cool

(21:18):
with that. I even saw later that they had refunded
my stay. While I was back at the truck, I
tried to physically make it rock like it had done
the night before, but I couldn't make it budge. The
crazy thing is, this isn't where the story ends. Before
our sweat lights, I decided to take a ride into

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the mountains and have a look around. What I did
next was really stupid, as I think back on it.
I saw there were some trails to Lobo Peak, so
I decided to take a little hike. There was a
pullover area with a car already parked there, so I
parked my car and set off on the trail. Fifty
yards into the walk, I saw a couple of hikers

(22:03):
coming toward me down the path, and we smiled and
we said hi as we passed each other. They were
obviously headed back to the car that I'd park next to.
Everything seemed perfectly normal. That's why I was so surprised
to find the trail blocked another one hundred yards up,
there were two six foot logs placed in an AX

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across the path. Technically, it didn't prevent me from going
any further. I could just step over the logs. And
the Forestry Service hadn't put up a sign, which was odd.
And why didn't the people I'd just pass say hey,
the path is closed, or didn't they think anything of
the big X. As I approached and looked closer, I

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noticed all kinds of other branches and stems that looked
like they were intentionally placed over the X, some spelling
the letter A. My last name begins with A, and
I got a weird feeling, and I thought, if I
walk past this X and something bad happens, I'll have
no one to blame but myself. I took pictures of

(23:08):
it and went back to the car. I hadn't given
any thought to the possibility of mountain lions and bears,
or that I had zero's cell phone reception. Looking back,
I have to wonder if someone or something was looking
out for me, or maybe just saying hi. Maybe that's
why they call New Mexico the Land of Enchantment. That's

(23:29):
the end of his email. That's cool email you know,
this whole video is three stories of people just kind
of suspecting that Bigfoot is involved in what's going on.
I don't even know if you could call this a
bigfoot video, but they're great stories, and they're people who
have listened to characteristics of bigfoot encounters and they're putting

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it together and that's interesting to me. And you know what,
listening to people's different experience says are awesome. I love
to hear them talk about it. I love to read
their writings on it. It just gives me a peek
into people's characters and I just absolutely love it.