Bigfoot Parchments is the ultimate salve for the wounded warrior.
Bigfoot Parchment # 5
*
Eyes have vision.
The soul behind those eyes
has knowingness and sight
the eyes can’t perceive.
*
Ultimate Salve for the Wounded Warrior
Bigfoot Encounters of the Third Kind
My Conversations With Sasquatch series of books is based on my real life Bigfoot Encounters of the third kind.
At this moment in time there are dire rumblings reverberating from inside the Bigfoot dimension of Cross Over. If you are at all attuned to the Sasquatch, just listen, you will hear the unease and feel the agitation. The Bigfoot’s tolerance of man’s relentless attacks on Planet Earth is reaching a breaking point. Geo engineering and genetic modification agendas, coupled with AI programs, has the Sasquatch mightily pissed. If I fell into the category of one of those blind science assholes, I’d stay clear of the Forest People.
When a Poet Writes, the World Listens
When a poet writes, the world listens. In fact, the Universe has eyes, ears and a heart filled with poetry.
*
Repute
*
Too many poems
wear esoteric shoes.
They conspire
with the literary elite
and tout
distinguished pedigrees
like Harvard or Berkeley.
*
Poems that run barefoot
immersed in life,
emerge hand written
from farmers, nurses
and proprietors of truth.
They can illuminate places
the intellect seldom goes.
*
The heart is simple
and mostly straightforward.
Like the Shoshone the say:
some people are smart but not wise;
and the Sasquatch teach:
ignorance and stupidity cannot see themselves.
*
Sunday Blessings to Revive the Truth
April 19, 2026 brings Sunday blessings to revive the truth.
May your radiant self light a path through the shadows of yesterdays and put a candle in the window for tomorrow to see.
*
More Blessings to brighten your day.
Salve For the Heart and Soul
A Loud and Clear Saturday shoutout to the sun. And the Beatles, whose words sooth as the bitter end looms near. I salute you. You are a salve for the heart and soul.
*
Here Comes the Sun
*
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
It’s all right
It’s all right
*
Songwriter George Harrison, Here Comes the Sun lyrics © Sm Publishing (poland) Sp. Z O.o. Harrisongs Ltd
*
Horrific Insurance Thievery Like No Insurance
Batshit Friday April 17, 2026 is a no brainer when you are experiencing a horrific insurance thievery that leaves you with no insurance at all. I guess I failed to buy insurance on my insurance that really isn’t insurance.
Did you know homeowners insurance does not cover your home if lost or damaged by a natural occurrence like a flood? That’s right, zero coverage, zilch. Nada.
We have been experiencing high water here in Northern Michigan and our home’s crawl space is now a swimming pool. Tough shit says our insurance company. Sink or swim. That’s a natural disaster that requires flood insurance of which you don’t have nor can you afford. Technically, it’s worthless as well, except to the insurance company.
So here I am, a 74 year old stroke victim having to do the front crawl and backstroke to keep from having our home converted into a houseboat. The pumping isn’t so bad, I’m a good swimmer. It’s the mud that’s got me bogged down.
Maybe someone can tell me what am I supposed to do with the crawdads and wrigglers? Maybe my insurance agent will have a case of the guilts and offer to cook me up a pot of gumbo.
Yeah, right.
I was hoping to do a little camping and fishing this Spring anyways, but this is ridiculous. What good is insurance if it is no insurance at all? Batshit, not just on Friday, but a horrific insurance thievery for the century. Bloodsuckers in our basement and bloodsuckers in our bank account. Swindle-dee-de, swindle-dee-dum.
If it wasn’t for horrific insurance thievery I guess there’d be no insurance at all. Who’s the batshit one?
Exactly.
*
Close Your Eyes, Open Wide
This Monday Poetry for April 13, 2026 is Close Your Eyes, Open Wide. (Not to be taken literally).
*
Doctor’s Visit
Close your eyes, open wide
take your medicine.
Have faith in science,
blind or otherwise;
for Science is God.
*
Get in line, get injected.
Get measured. Get tested.
You are full of germs,
viruses and infectious,
so close your eyes, open wide
take your medicine.
*
Cancer is coming
to a theatre near you.
*
The Love Tree paperback
Heavenly Silence and World Peace
Saturday shoutout for April 11, 2026. Heavenly silence and world peace!
Make it so in your thoughts, heart and soul, so that it may begin to materialize in our Earthly reality. Things are changing for the better, it just needs a little more of your help. Pure thought without reservations or doubts. Certainty, that’s the ticket. Reality will follow and eventually catch up.
*
Ultimate Philosophy One Oh One
Things you don’t learn in a crowd, in college or in a Church. Ultimate philosophy 101 by the Master Bob Dylan.
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he’s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It’s somethin’ you did
God knows when
But you’re doin’ it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin’ for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
By the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin’ that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A.
Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
Walk on your tiptoes
Don’t try “No-Doz”
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weatherman
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You’re gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders
Watch the parkin’ meters
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don’t steal, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandalsUltimate
Don’t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
’Cause the vandals took the handles
Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music
*
Included in my ultimate philosophy is think for yourself, the crowd is out protesting no one’s failings but their own.
*
Poetry Book “The Love Tree”
Embracing Insouciance: A John Prine Shoutout
Today’s most empowering Shoutout Saturday to date goes to Folk Singer, John Prine, whose words ring like bells in my head.
“Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home.
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try and find Jesus on your own.”
Insouciance is a noun defining a casual lack of concern, nonchalance, or a carefree, lighthearted state, often implying a relaxed, untroubled attitude. It describes being unconcerned, sometimes to the point of neglecting expected seriousness, such as a “childlike insouciance” or “youthful insouciance”.
Nonchalance: A calm, unconcerned manner (e.g., “She managed the crisis with total nonchalance”).
A little John Prine insouciance and a cup of coffee on a Shoutout Saturday and I’m good to go.
Long Live the Kings
Share