Month: October 2025

Conversations With Sasquatch, The Rising

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CONVERSATIONS WITH SASQUATCH, THE RISING

Episode 2 by Richard Rensberry

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“What are your thoughts, My Friend,” I ask Tecumseh after we have been deposited into a cozy but roomy dome structure to refresh ourselves.  We are bathed in diffused sunlight reminiscent of being inside a green house.

“Intrigued,” Tecumseh answers, looking about and absorbing the situation.

Each of us has been given dry clothes that are soft and light.  My guess is that they are woven from the plant kenaf that is so prized and prevalent in Cross Over.  On the table before us sit plates of vegetables and spices similar to my first meal eaten in the land of Sasquatch when I had been the guest of elder Loquius and his family.  To satisfy our thirst there is also an ewer of steaming tea that smells of ginger and raspberry.

“I wasn’t sure my body was going to survive its journey here into your land of the forest people,” Tecumseh says.  “But, here it is, in one piece, and I admit that now that I am here, I have grown hungry.”   He rubs his belly, eying the vegetables and aromatic spices.  

I take hold of the ewer of tea in both hands and pour ourselves a steaming mug of pink liquid.  Like all the Sasquatch teas I have tried, this one is also zippy and zingy.

“I am a bit perplexed,” I tell him.  “I wasn’t expecting Dr. Walker or any other humans to be present here.  It contradicts the information I received from the Council of Elders.  As for the coveted spirits of your ancestors, they may or may not be here in Cross Over, but I can assure you that the place is very real and you will find the food much to your liking.”

“This Dr. Walker,” Tecumseh questions, “Are you sure he is not a ghost or a spirit?”

“I am sure he is as solid and human as we are,” I tell him.  “How he got here and what he is up to besides farming, I can’t say, but I believe we are about to find out in our meeting with Demarcus.”

“Ah yes, Chia Tanka not so friendly in the flesh,” Tecumseh says and sketches the Bigfoot’s shape with his hands.  After a moment, he nods and the lines on his forehead soften.  He closes his eyes and takes my hand, then invokes a sing song blessing of thanks to the powers and wonders of that which has brought him here and put fresh food and tea on our table.

“Dig in,” I say when he opens his piercing eyes and looks at me.  

“For some reason, I feel we are going to need it,” he adds.  

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Bigfoot Blueprint

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     I have had to readjust my beliefs and rethink many an opinion since I met a Sasquatch while out hunting for morel mushrooms in Lewiston, Michigan. I had no idea that these mushrooms were high on their list of dietary delicacies.  They prize and love them.

     I would have been afraid and crapped my pants if it hadn’t been for the long outstretched arm that offered me a half eaten morel.  There was nothing aggressive or hostile in this gesture.  He effused a welcoming aura of curious friendliness.

     I took the half-eaten morel and popped it into my mouth.  As I shook my head affirmatively, I offered him my paper sack that contained about twenty morels and two or three beefsteaks I had gathered along a cedar ridge beside Big Creek.

     It was then that I noticed the pure silence that had fallen over the forest.  The crow’s look-out caws had vanished, the squirrels had shushed their chatter and rattle in the trees.  Not even a bluejay or a mosquito was daring a peep.

     I struggled to swallow the copper taste that had encroached to dry my mouth.

     Sasquatch smiled.  He had jaws filled with yellow teeth and eyes that twinkled with delight.

     “Thank you,” he said, and jiggled his lips like a horse as it eats a sugar cube off your hand.

     “You’re welcome,” I replied with another swallow.

     “There’s a storm in the air,” Sasquatch offered with a gesture towards the sky, “the ozone is lifting my hairs.”  He proceeded to run his hand a few inches above his upper chest where I could see the hairs stand up as if a magnet were being run over a cache of metal shavings.  He abruptly slapped his chest and laughed.  It sounded eerily like the shriek of an eagle guarding its kill.

     The sky was clear, but I thought I could hear a distant rumble of thunder to the west.  I couldn’t remember any rain being in the forecast.  I had come dressed only in jeans, a polo shirt and sneakers.

     “You humans are such frail creatures,” he said.  “I remember when you were more like us, hunters and gatherers of the health and fruits of The Creator.”

     I really couldn’t tell if he was speaking to me verbally or telepathically.  There was such a sense of otherworldliness. I had a hard time getting a grip on my racing thoughts and emotions.  In the absence of abject fear, I felt a combination of elation and serenity.  I guess it was what you’d call dumbstruck.

     “Not much of a talker, are you?” he asked and popped a fresh mushroom into his mouth.

     “I have never met a Sasquatch before,” I managed.

     “Not many a human has,” he whispered conspiratorially.  “You are the first in many thousands of years I have spoken to.  You are the chosen one.”

     “I am honored,” I humbly croaked.

     “I am not so sure you should be.  You humans are blowing it.  You are blind to the world of the Sasquatch.  You have lost the memory and instinct of your body’s genes and the very essence of your immortal soul.”

     A darkness crept stealthily over the ridge. Lightning flashed and a huge clap of thunder reverberated off and rattled my teeth.  I began to shiver uncontrollably as Sasquatch melted into the rain with a welcoming gesture meant for me to follow him there to wherever there was going to be.

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