28 April 2017 0 Comments

The Eagle and the Hawk and a Sasquatch named Warsiah

 

 

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During our most recent Sasquatch research outing we pulled into a parking lot of a nearby State Park and something caused Rainbow to look up into the sky to witness an amazing maybe once in a lifetime event. It was a bald Eagle and a large brown speckled Hawk flying about 20 feet apart. They were in peace with each other’s presence, which in its self would be a major happening. Two birds of prey don’t normally dance nicely together. The Native Americans would consider what we both saw, as a sign of something important going to happen. And it did.

We had gone to see, if a female Sasquatch named, Warsiah had taken apples again and a chocolate offering we had left about 3 days before. One apple and small piece of wrapped chocolate was placed in the middle of a cluster of tightly paired Douglas fir trees. And another apple in small stump – 4 foot high that had a center that was rotted out to make a perfect hiding place for a nice Organic Fiji apple. This was a particularly picturesque area with moss covered tree trucks and a small running creek.

First friendship offering of an apple.

When we came back on this day, we went to the closest hidden site to the parking lot and yes the Apple was taken, but the Chocolate was not. Rainbow thought Warsiah probably didn’t know what the small package was, but Rainbow said she would first let Warsiah know if we leave something new in the future. Oh you need to know one more thing, Rainbow is a receiver/Empath and she can get communications from a Sasquatch and she has.  Rainbow can even ask a question or two, but for now more receiving than sending.

In to the second location,  Warsiah had told Rainbow to find this particular tree with a hole in it for the apple. And on this return trip, again the Apple was gone. So it was a happy result, but the best was yet to come. 

Instead of turning back toward the parking lot Rainbow was directed by Warsiah to go back on the trail toward an open field and as we did that I saw the beautiful wreath hanging from a small broken tree limb. I call it, Warsiah’s twisted vine art – our gift from a Sasquatch. I was looking for something of solid evidence, since I am not as gifted as Rainbow is-as an Empath. The wreath was that evidence I wanted. 

Rainbow mentioned after the wonderful day, that Warsiah told her, I was the Eagle and Rainbow was the Hawk. Rainbow had told Warsiah she loved feathers, this was Warsiah way of giving more.

Sleep Tight – There is more to come – with the Eagle, the Hawk and Warsiah.

MWiz.

 

 

 

21 April 2017 0 Comments

A Sasquatch named Warsiah

 

 

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For many months, almost a year I didn’t have any contact with a Cryptid, Spirit or Entity like years previous. It just didn’t happen.

I formerly wrote that it was obvious that I was dealing with a Reptilian who had ulterior motives, bad ones to be exact, back in Utah. I believe this Reptilian blocked contact and held me captive to a certain degree. It has taken me 6 months to shake off this intense interference with my Empathic mind.

Oregon is a unique place for healing because here, Nature’s frequency is so primordial and her tranquility transcends the senses into a blissful reprieve. She reigns supreme here and because of this, my spirit, body, mind and emotions have started to balance themselves out.

Michael and I took our first hike in one of the state parks close to where we live a few weeks ago. It was on this day that a female Sasquatch named, Warsiah, contacted me.

I was feeling kind of blue so in this particular instance I feel for this reason she decided to reach out to me.

I brought two apples with me and after our first contact, decided to leave one  apple in an area that was between two large trunks of a tree that felt like a magical fairy dwelling, hidden from humans.

We went back a week later to see if the apple was gone and it was. The whole apple was gone but I didn’t see any evidence that it was or wasn’t because of Warsiah. To be honest, I’m not sure she took it.

I did tell her no strings attached; just take it as an offering of my friendship and gratitude for her contact. It felt good to feel her energy.

From her contact, she told me a few things that I felt I should share.

She told me that she is with a clan that is earth bound called, The Beneathers. They don’t walk through portals and she said that they have been on this planet since Earths early years, before man entered the picture. Her ancestry remembers all the earth’s changes; I guess you could call them, another group along with Loekey’s clan, who are Record Keepers for earth.

She told me that they intermingle and know the portal jumpers such as Loekey-the portal jumper who contacted me two years ago. The clan can see the portals but they don’t go into them because as Loekey stated, for any human, species or being that is not trained and born into the jumping, it can be dangerous.

Warsiah did say that if necessary they would consider jumping in the portals but only in a catastrophic event.

This doesn’t mean that Warsiah and her clan don’t bring in a variety of unique attributes with them. Their vibration is much higher than ours and it’s easier for them to move from one location to another, faster, almost becoming invisible.  They look as if they are walking in a fast forward motion but in truth they are able to affect the way we see them in our normal time reference. This means she would look like she disappeared, appearing in another location but in reality, she just moves differently in our linear view of time.

She could be standing by a tree and because she is so in tune with Nature, actually they are a part of Nature, she would look like a part of the tree and only if she chose to show herself, would I be able to see her.

She said they watch humans in hopes to meet those who they might make contact with. They keep vigilant tabs on hunters traversing close to their communities, or anyone with weapons or negative intentions. They could be ten feet from someone without them knowing it. They are silent watchers and they prefer to have a more silent footstep. That doesn’t mean they can’t be loud, it just means they are non confrontational by nature. But at the same time, they don’t back down from aggressive behavior, especially if it puts them or their loved ones in danger.

Warsiah did say, they did interact with Native Americans who they call Numah, hundreds of years ago but it was not always amicable. I think there was a kind of enmity on both sides but she didn’t go into detail on it. This attitude stands today but I think as with all people they are open to anyone with a good heart.

I got the sense she was a mother, not a young Sasquatch but more so like a woman in her 30’s which for them would easily be 150 years. Obviously they live much longer than humans because they have a very unique DNA. Age just doesn’t happen the same way for them as it does for us and this could possibly be a reason why the military is interested in them.

We intend to go back this week to see if Warsiah took her apple. She’ll get an apple a visit from us so I hope that she enjoys the offering of our friendship and hopefully down the line, she’ll wave at me and I will see her, live in the now.

 

 

 

10 September 2016 0 Comments

Werewolf Encounter

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Years ago I can remember stories up in Taos, New Mexico about Cryptids called Werewolves and Dogman.  I can’t say for sure that Werewolves are Cryptids because they seem to be darker in nature, half animal and half human. Are humans Cryptids, obviously not.

The Taos Mountain in many ways became my enchanted forest, the mystery of not only my soul but also that which I couldn’t see but feel. My first Vision Quest happened up in the back mountains of Taos when I was 23. The three day Vision Quest started with prayers and a peaceful repose that lingered within my heart through out the days and nights of mediation. The ending though, was far from serene, more like the scene out of a scary movie.

The difference is this really happened and it happened to me.

I have always felt that trees can hide people from danger, if only they are asked to do so. The trees seemed to shelter me and I felt I was hidden away in my private world of mediation. With the trees as my allies I had a false sense of protection. They after all can only do so much from their high vantage points but I was to find out, they have other ways of at least warning people of possible danger.

Lying down in my tent, I noticed that I had goosebumps on my arms  and then I sat up and felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The dead silence of panic was deafening along with the startling angst in my chest. The dead silence alerted my warning bells and they started to chime unabashedly. The beautiful night’s tranquility had been shattered within the blink of an eye.

A voice, Elemental in nature yelled, “Run!”

It seemed the trees started to creek and moan loudly, waving at me, seemingly throwing branches at my tent. I scrambled out of my tent and started running without a second thought. The moon was full and high within the darkened night sky yet her luminous glow was my beacon leading me in the direction of my family’s campground. With the speed of a scared rabbit, I jumped over sagebrush and knew that even one glance back would be my downfall.

I could hear breathing from far behind me with a slight growl escaping its jaws besides sagebrush and rocks being scattered and trampled. I was running as fast as my feet allowed me and in some strange way, I knew that if I didn’t pick up my pace, I was a gonner. Somehow I just went for it, an all out run, yet this thing was getting closer and closer. I could feel its gaze, penetrating my back, that of an angry predator. To put it bluntly, I felt like a deer or antelope escaping for my life. Somehow my superhuman powers took over and I sprinted home with a speed I didn’t know I was capable of.

I ran into the bus and slammed the door behind me. I could tell it had stopped chasing me a couple yards away. The horses started to get panicky and the dogs growled. Let’s just say I woke up the whole camp, humans and animals alike. That night,  I realized that I was just out of harm’s way by seemingly an arm’s length.

That night I was lucky that the Werewolf backed off.

 

 

10 June 2016 0 Comments

There are no Grocery Stores in the Forest

 

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This past week, Michael and I were listening to a couple of interviews on YouTube of Sasquatch researchers who were from the south. Between the two of them, they had multiple years of experience in the field. As the interviews progressed, a few things came to my mind. I realized that there are people in this field who really don’t see Sasquatch as an interdimensional being. I was really surprised but what bothered me the most was that they both alluded to the fact that anyone who does think Sasquatch is interdimensional, is deluding themselves. My mind came to a screeching halt and I said, “What?!”

I respect the years they both have in the field but I realized that sometimes when you are so close to a subject, eventually it’s hard to see the forest for the trees.

I know deep in the forest that the darkness keeps the secrets of her minions to herself. It’s part of the dark and light tussle of Mother Nature. To think that any Cryptid is going to be our friend, is rather naïve and foolish. I know the Dogman that Michael and I saw in New Mexico, wanted to be left alone and if we didn’t abide by his wishes, I know he would have charged at us. You have to listen, follow your gut and you can’t go into the forest thinking you are at the top of the food chain.

There are no grocery stores in the forest.

Yet, I can’t stop wondering why people in the Sasquatch field of research would assume something that is flesh and blood would be similar to us. One of the interviewers stated as fact that older males mate with all the females in the group and that because of this, the younger males would be pushed out of the group. Where on earth did he get this information? How would he know?

This is part of the problem in this field, researchers making comments like this one based on no facts only speculation. I mean, he would have to literally be within arms length of where they live, see how they live and watch their mating customs. Let’s be frank, if anyone could get this close, especially with this mind set, I doubt seriously they would live to tell the tale.

Another thing that bothered me is the names they have in the south for Sasquatch. One in particular was a definite slur. A Bugger is something that comes out of my nose. How in the hell did a Sasquatch become a Bugger? How can anybody research something they don’t respect? It’s obviously a peculiar mindset besides being a southern slang term but come on; Sasquatch isn’t below us in intelligence. Imagine how they see us from their perspective. They have to be shown respect.

Here’s a tip for those of you camping out this summer:

Don’t camp or park your vehicle in a Cryptids dining room.  If you don’t want to be on the menu, I highly recommend you don’t call them … Buggers.

 

 

 

 

 

13 April 2016 0 Comments

A message from the Underground Ones – Utah Style

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I have heard some amazing stories about paranormal type experiences here in Utah. A recent conversation proved interesting, because I was able to finish the story, from using an experience I had meditating on Mount Shasta in California.

I was talking to one of my contractors at work and we got on the subject of the local strangeness. I asked if he had any paranormal encounters since he had lived here. He said yes, one up in Big Cottonwood Canyon, in the Brighton, ski area. Right behind the Silver Fork Lodge, he had a friend who owned a nice cabin. One Friday night, his friend was having a party with a bunch of his young friends and after the party he offered some of the attendees to stay and not drive down the winding canyon road. My contractor friend stayed and slept in a bunk bed in the same room with the cabin owner. In the middle of the night my friend woke up and seemed to see something moving (shadow like) outside back and forth in front of the bedroom window. And then suddenly the thing was in the room moving back and forth quickly, so quickly he couldn’t focus on it. The owner of the cabin was now sitting up in his bed staring at this thing also.

The creature was a 6 ft., ugly by human standards, it suddenly stopped its rapid movement and got into my friends face, who was still lying on his side. It had darker skin, rather large eyes, crooked nose and kind of blue glow or blue skin. It was eye to eye with my contractor friend and after a few minutes of terror, the being left. Both men were in shock and never forgot the experience.

So how does my Mt. Shasta experience fit in? Well back over twenty years ago – I was meditating on the side of Mt Shasta and I contacted a group of beings that lived inside the mountain in the caves and the old mine shafts. They were blue and quite ugly and not happy that I was meditating too close to one of their caves, and asked me to leave, so I left, quickly, very quickly.

Well I used this information to solve the strange creature in the cabin experience the two guys had encountered, 10 years ago. I asked my contractor friend about any mines close to the cabin. He said interesting you asked that, his friend the cabin owner, had recently at that time been exploring old mines close to his cabin and he had found one creepy one. He didn’t say why it seemed creepy.

So I told my friend, that I believed the being they encountered was from the mine that his friend had explored. The being was letting him (the cabin owner) know he (the Blue Being) could come anytime and invade their house and get in their face. So the warning was stay out of my home and I will stay out of yours.

Sleep tight, even the underground ones – like their privacy. Always ask for permission to come into anyone’s house, cave, mine, or anywhere else an entity may reside.

MWiz.

16 December 2015 0 Comments

Encountering Cryptids on an Empathic Level

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Within the topic of cryptozoology, sometimes the paranormal and high strangeness of life has a way of evading the conventional approach of researchers. Sometime they have to bring out their resourceful instincts to construct idiosyncratic methods in order to achieve the results they are seeking. Eye witness accounts and stories hold a certain amount of truth needed to piece together the universal puzzle that is scattered across the void. However, truthseekers who search for the answers come across what I call, the needle in the haystack of needles quandary. There seems to be pieces that give the illusion that they fit together but ultimately, if the shapes are askew slightly, the outcome doesn’t connect the dots or remotely resemble the expected conclusion. Maybe empathic correlation isn’t as far fetched as some might believe and maybe it just might be the solution that clarifies how some of the dots are connected.

Sasquatch and Dogman accounts have been a major source of intrigue that seem to have peaked to a new high within the last ten years. Radio, podcasts and YouTube have made it so much easier to share stories that would not have been otherwise heard. I have listened to many and found there are similarities to each, almost as if the same creatures visited them all. Research is vital in all these instances but what if there is more to the story, like a semblance of some type of dialogue that happens on another level. Is this admissible to any research and what if it changes the dynamics of what shows itself on the surface as evidence?

The big question is, how does a person who is an Empath play into cryptozoology? As an Empath myself, the only way I can explain our role into the Cryptid phenomenon, is kind of like being a backseat messenger. Encounters with people around us, play a huge role in our ability to adjust to people’s particular penchant and preferred tastes. In doing so, we develop an understanding for hidden yearnings and ideals. We become sensitive to the needs and desires of family and friends and sometimes this sensitivity develops and becomes more attuned to outside influences and intellects, different than that of humans. Empathic abilities and telepathy are very similar, yet I do believe that Cryptids respond more so to the Empath because we can feel their presence while communication is happening in the moment.

The validation for most Empaths comes from feeling and sensing the presence of an unidentified creature while communicating with it. The question is, how does an Empath validate their communication without people thinking they are making it up or worse, frauds?

In the back of an Empaths mind, the variable conundrum is either figuring out if they should say what they know or keep quiet. The negative side affects from a backlog of information sometimes can be equivalent to an overloaded mind. It eventually becomes hard to mind the doors because scattered memories can blur the senses into a spiraling abysmal black hole. The library of the mind has to figure out how to dispose of undisclosed dialogues. Writing does help but sometimes imparted dialogues of high strangeness need to be shared.

For many people, the very idea of interacting with Cryptids seems as far fetched as talking with aliens but then we are dealing with two very different kind of species, one that hides away from humans and the other that prefers to hide in plain sight of humans. How does any communication make sense? Sometimes for the Empath, it doesn’t. We don’t sit down and ask questions, which I doubt would be ideal, especially with the reality of who Cryptids are. They are a varied species that have a very different modus operandi than humans that is all their own. The biggest mistake for any of us, is to put a human slant on their way of existence.

In today’s day and age, people want photos, videos, footprints and face to face contact that far exceed what society wanted a hundred years ago. The darkness doesn’t appear quite as ominous and resolute as it did years ago because people are equipped with a fortitude that comes from a fanaticism kind of interest. Yet, I have found that no matter what video or article is out there, including images of supposed Sasquatch, Dogman or paranormal activity, the hoaxers come out in droves to disprove any findings as fake. Researchers are between a rock and a hard place because enthusiasts and the doubters want hard pressed facts revealing the truth on Cryptids packaged in a way that is convenient to look at and swallow. What if the truth people seek is right in front of them, yet they can’t see it?

Empaths can easily become target practice for the doubting Thomas types because the evidence of information can be seen as hearsay or speculation rather than a verbatim portrayal. Gathered information with corroborative sightings and stories that are verified by witnesses seems to be the only way that Empaths can prove that what they hear from specific contacts is true. Believe it or not, we need proof too. As I wrote earlier, we can feel them as they communicate with us but corroborated stories validating information we receive, just adds to our validity and theirs.

Sometimes as an Empath, I am befuddled as to why I am contacted because I can only assume, there are others more suited for their purpose. To be clear, I was not interested in Sasquatch or Dogman in my past. I knew about them and respected their existence but left that field of research for those who were interested in it. I was told by two Cryptids, a Sasquatch named Loekey and a Dogman named Tulack that this was one of the reasons why they chose me, I have nothing to prove or gain from their contact.

Interestingly enough, I find these contacts do affect me even in the smallest of ways. I can sometimes smell them in the room with me. I will get a low hum in one or both ears that slowly crescendos to a point that becomes deafening. Tingly feelings up and down my legs, not necessarily down my spine, let me know someone wants to communicate. If I can feel a presence around me, I will either allow the information to come through or I block it, which can be draining. Sometimes they don’t like waiting and become impatient in unpleasant ways. Headaches or a smarting jab to various parts of my body will indicate that they want my attention. In their case, patience is not a virtue.

The subconscious mind seems to have a waiting list of eager contacts that are standing by for the very moment an Empath opens up. I have often wondered if we have some brand or invisible mark that separates us from the general populace. The question is, how do they find us?

I’ve waited until now to voice my opinion on Cryptids because I believe these beings are a lot more intelligent than what some want to believe. When they contact me, I don’t hear grunts, growls or howls. If I did the fight or flight impulse would kick in and I would probably jump out of my skin or pass out from fear. Some contacts give me jumbled words that I have to put together. Others will show me images of places in order to convey their messages to me. The words they speak to me, beyond a doubt, are spoken with my inner voice but the information isn’t mine, it’s foreign to me. Sometimes I am awoken in the wee hours of the morning with a nonstop dialogue taking place, almost as if someone else is using my mind like a typewriter. In other instances I will be doing housework or errands when information starts coming through. It just depends when the contact takes place.

To make it clear, so that it doesn’t seem like I don’t understand the gravity of seeing Cryptids in their habitat, I first encountered Tulack in the Sandia Mountains in New Mexico during a day trip with my fiancé Mike, in June of 2014. Tulack was palling around with a large brown bear. We saw them both and it was the first time Tulack made contact, telling us to stay away. To put it mildly, we felt fear and curiosity at the same time. He was very uncomfortable and agitated because there were many hikers walking around the area with children. He wanted his secluded and familiar surroundings back, minus people which included us. Tulack could have come at us at any time, hurting us or worse but he chose not to which made it clear to both of us, that there definitely was an intelligence behind his demeanor.

For those people who think all contact is demonic, I must tell you that there are so many different types of beings out in the world who have nothing to do with the darkness. Our souls know the difference between a dark or light presence. If something comes around me that is dark, I am on my guard and I ask for protection.

From my perspective, the contacts seem to be more spirited and insistent these past few years. It’s almost like a cosmic wave of immeasurable depth is flowing in and out of my subconscious like a rhythmic tide. When I open my eyes in the morning, I know contacts including Cryptids will be waiting just as I know the sun will be coming up from the distant horizon.

The Cryptids I have encountered seem to need a human voice to tell their stories. An Empath hears the ebb and flow of voices, yet we don’t judge what we hear. I only ask that those who read or hear what an Empath reiterates from these creatures does so with an open mind before jumping the gun to conclusions and deciding what is true and what is false. Remember, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction only because, we don’t meet it as often.