Conversations With Sasquatch, The Beginning Episode 1

CONVERSATIONS WITH SASQUATCH, THE BEGINNING—

Book Ground Zero of the Conversations with Sasquatch series

by Michigan author Richard Rensberry

Episode 1

     The last house on the left is where the pigeons roost, huddled in a perfect row atop the grey-green roof peak next to the iron lightning rods that point to the heavens like weary crosses.  There are still intact panes of glass in some of the dark windows, but mostly the interior is naked to the wind that makes a wheeze and a sigh as it climbs the creaking stairs into the attic.

     The old homestead is mine, now.  Handed down with a substantial tax lien and a weathered “No Trespassing” sign tacked to the front door.

     I had surmised I would probably want nothing to do with the old place when I received notice from the court.  I had planned my trip to Comins in order to do whatever was necessary to help the county auction it off in order to satisfy the delinquent tax revenue needs.  That was my intention before I arrived on a blustery, sunny day in September.

     The two lone sugar maples shading the front yard weed patch are ablaze in a patina of glorious reds, oranges and golds.  The leaves are picked up by the wind and twirl in the air like a migrating swarm of butterflies.  I am immediately struck by the forlorn beauty of the weather beaten house sitting serenely in its quaint setting beside a small creek, the golden rod and Black-eyed Susans, the cobbled path that leads poetically to the stick railing and columned front porch that is now beginning to sag beneath the weight of time.  The red brick chimney on the north side facing is listing outward toward a gnarled orchard of apple and pear, in what looks like a desperate attempt to flee the gray, mottled skin of alligatored paint.  

     Any sane person would turn around and run.  But, I am not always the sane one, you would soon find that out if you were to ask the remaining members of my family.  I have never been one to toe the conventional line of thinking or believe that I had to follow the dictates of self-inaugurated authorities.  I have often rejected the status quo in order to forge a life of my own making.  I am now beginning to understand the process of how and why Uncle Cecil came to the conclusion of leaving to me, and me alone, 931 Reber Road.  

     The rest of my siblings can simply wish their wipe their hands of the place without even a sideways glance, though there are a couple of my brothers that I am sure are bitching about their lost claim to the land, 295 acres all told.

     Cecil must have known that I would see beauty where no one else in the family would appreciate it.  And then there is my penchant for conversing with Sasquatch, Gnomes and even the dearly departed.  These entities have always existed in abundance here.  Maybe Uncle Cecil saw turning the house over to me as a opportunity to hang around and haunt the place, or even sit down on the front porch with a bootle of Schnapps and me, for a seance on the merits of growing hemp instead of corn.  Whatever the reason, here I am, enamored with what I am sure is considered by the community, an eyesore.

Continued at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/conversations-with-sasquatch-the-beginning.html

A Message From the Other Side

BIGFOOT PARCHMENT # 23  PATIENCE

This is a planet

where souls got dumped

and lost forever; rebels, artists and the malcontent.

We seldom get along.

We invented war and politics.

The Sasquatch watch, wait

and shake their heads.  They transmigrate

out of their dimension 

into this world of deep dark shit…

and mind-speak to us few that will listen.

I’ve been informed,

Patience is a virtue until it ain’t.”  

https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-poet-richard-rensberry.html

https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/bigfoot-parchments.html

Richard Rensberry, author of the Conversation With Sasquatch series of books.

Peach Pie

PEACH PIE

           by Conversations With Sasquatch Author Richard Rensberry

The Sasquatch children

bring me peaches

ripe and warmed by the sun.

They bring rain water,

nasturtiums and honey comb.

They leave me a stone

rolling pin, a hollowed stump

with ground kenaf flour 

and a huge carved bowl

for mixing fruit,

cinnamon, and cloves.

I heat my stove

to three hundred fifty degrees; 

crack an egg of quail

and glaze the crust; then

clove and cinnamon dust

the honied peaches.  I bake

and whip fresh sweet cream.

Done, I set the steaming pie

on the kitchen sill to cool.  Patiently 

I wait for their little feet.  I can hear them

whisper as the porch boards creak,

then a giggle and a hand

reaches up

to steal my heart.  

                     7/23/21 Richard Rensberry

More Bigfoot poetry can be found at:

https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-poems.html

Sasquatch Thumb Stone

Many gifts from the Sasquatch come,

and this is a thumb stone.

It is something to think on

and a measure of patience.

It is a vessel that carries

the beauty of trust, first in oneself

and then in another.  It is a guide

from the dark to the light.

Richard Rensberry author at https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com 

Mindfulness

As the world evolves

men crawl over it;

the Sasquatch laugh

and knock on wood.

They come as crows

to give wings to the dead;

they come as squirrels

to plant seeds of truth.

They come as wolves

to yip and howl; 

they come as owls

to seek who speaks

without moving their lips.  

More Bigfoot poetry can be found at:

https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-poems.html

MindSpeak

He stands at the edge of the creek

in the forest.  If I stare

long and hard enough

it’s a tree, not a Bigfoot.

The tree’s image

has been spoken into my brain.

I can see it there,

thick trunked and multi-limbed,

thoroughly convincing me

it’s an oak or a beech.

(Continued at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-novel-the-awakening.html )

Dawn

Conversations With Sasquatch, The Awakening Episode 13.5 by Michigan Author Richard Rensberry   

13.5

DAWN

Today I awoke

in an abyss of bad thinking,

a void fully absent

of the spirit of hope.

The voices of reason

have abruptly gone mute

as if the Sasquatch have sat down to pout.

The portals are closed.  Reality

has descended into a pool of uncertainty…

I wade the results.

Then a bird sings

and the horizon smiles with a glimmer of light.  

( All previous episodes can be found at the following link: 

https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-novel-the-awakening.html

Dawn

Conversations With Sasquatch, The Awakening Episode 13.5 by Michigan Author Richard Rensberry   

Today I awoke

in an abyss of bad thinking,

a void fully absent

of the spirit of hope.

The voices of reason

have abruptly gone mute

as if the Sasquatch have sat down to pout.

The portals are closed.  Reality

has descended into a pool of uncertainty…

I wade the results.

Then a bird sings

and the horizon smiles with a glimmer of light.  

( All previous episodes can be found at the following link: 

https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-novel-the-awakening.html

CONVERSATIONS WITH SASQUATCH, THE ENCOUNTER, Episode 4 by Michigan author Richard Rensberry

The only person I trust to share my Sasquatch experiences with is Tecumseh.  If my mother were still alive, she would be the other, but she passed on an unbelievable twenty years ago.

     I meet Tecumseh at his trailer west of Comins.  He lives on the edge of a Michigan State Forest he calls Tecumseh’s Reservation.  For all intents and purposes, it really is his personal playground.  No one else hardly ventures there and if they happen by, Tecumseh has ways of scaring the crap out of them and they seldom come back.  I have had lots of laughs about his stories of city folk dropping their drawers to take a dump and then hightailing it bare-assed back to the nearest civilization.

     The weather is drearily overcast, but humid and warm.  I break out into a sweat as we light a fire in the stone pit that will retain a cache of hot coals for a fish fry.  I have never seen Tecumseh sweat.  It can be a hundred degrees with 100% humidity and he still looks cool and comfortable.

     “Caught some real orange beauties,” Tecumseh offers, “you should have come with me.”

     “Sorry, I wanted to talk to you about that,” I say, seeing my opening to broaching my recent encounters with Sasquatch.  “I was a bit engaged. I’ve had a couple of conversations with a Bigfoot.”

     Tecumseh stops what he is doing and gives me that penetrating look only a man of high virtue can give.  My eyes don’t waver.

     He nods, “Chiha Tanka, My Elder Brother.  Did Sasquatch have anything significant to say?”

     “Yes, he said the human race is blowing it.”

     Tecumseh laughs mirthlessly.  “The same warning I have been poking into your ears since the day we met.  Do you believe him?”

     “I believe you, don’t I?” I counter with a jab.

     “My Elder Brother only speaks to deliver important messages about a turn of events or a prophesy of magnitude.  What he says should be regarded with utmost respect.  He is a special Being. He is translator and mentor into the consciousness that runs through all of life.”

     “I didn’t know you had such inside knowledge.” I exclaim. “Have you met this Chiha Tanka, as you call him?”

     Tecumseh shakes his head negatively.  “That connection is the domain of medicine men.  It is for those that guide us between the physical and spiritual worlds.  I am a hunter not a healer.”

     “He is troubled about man and the future,” I say. “He has invited me back for further conversations.  I am eager and believe he has much more to impart to me, and, in his own words, “to my brethren”.  I am a good listener as well as an astute and sensitive interrogator.”

     “You are worthy,” Tecumseh replies, “but, be careful.” 

     “What harm could possibly come in talking to him?” I reply.

     “If you should wander and get lost between this world and his, I may not be able to bring you back,” he says.

     I believe I am first witness to seeing sweat on Tecumseh’s brow.

     He turns abruptly to the task of melting some fat and peanut butter in his cast iron skillet.  Fresh caught brook trout fried in peanut butter is a meal worthy of the gods themselves.

If there are words you are unfamiliar with or don’t know, there is a glossary of terms contained from this episode at the end of my Sasquatch webpage for your convenience. You can also find out more about and purchase my books there.  

https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-novel-the-encounter.html

CONVERSATIONS WITH SASQUATCH, THE AWAKENING, Episode 11

I find it very doubtful that Tecumseh would engage in a conversation with someone the likes of Mr. Smith, but just in case Mr. Smith decides to start playing rough, I am dropping by to warn Tecumseh that the weasel has been nosing around in our business.  

“Ah, Mr. Smith,” Tecumseh snorts.  “The man with a stone heart and a snake’s tongue.  Yes, we have had the pleasure to meet.”  

“So I have been informed,” I say.  “What did the snake have to hiss about me and my dealings with the Bigfoot?”

“He asked me about you.  Nothing was said about a Bigfoot.”

“I see.  And what, may I ask, did he want to know about me?’

(continued at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-novel-the-awakening.html )