My Conversations With Sasquatch book series is comprised of my monumental conversations with Sasquatch encounters here in the State of Michigan. The first book in the series is The Encounter.
The Encounter is a wild adventure through a hidden Bigfoot portal into the Bigfoot dimension of Cross Over. In Cross Over we are meeting Bigfoot face to face and encountering some unorthodox Bigfoot supernatural powers. These mind bending abilities include mind speak, telepathy, cloaking and shapeshifting.
The Encounter is not only an adventure book, but it delves into the significance of this mysterious creature’s presence amongst the human race. Who are these Beings and why is so little known about them? How do they continually escape the Bigfoot chasers that are so dead set on creating or finding Bigfoot remains? Richard Rensberry’s The Encounter is a supernatural Bigfoot encounter book that tells a much different story than a wild man-ape terrorizing the Michigan the woodlands.
Conversations With Sasquatch, Cross Over is the the continuing saga about Bigfoot supernatural powers found in the dimension of Cross Over. Here our author meets with the Bigfoot Council of Elders and is shown and gifted copies of the Bigfoot Parchments. The Parchments contain valuable lessons on the supernatural powers of telepathy and mind speak. In the portal to Cross Over we witness the Bigfoot using cloaking and shapeshifting to disappear and reappear at will. Like Book 1, Cross Over is filled with monumental conversations with sasquatch encounters.
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.
Off the beaten path, captivating and unique books, poetry and commentary by Michigan author and poet Richard Rensberry.
Todays post is an excerpt from MAGA Bigfoot which is available in its entirety at Off the Beaten Path Website
CHAPTER 11 THE DRUG CREEPS
In the rural countryside where we reside, we are being invaded by chains of marijuana dealerships. Their gummy storefronts are popping up on every corner faster than even Starbuck’s or MacDonald’s franchises. Actually we don’t even have a Starbuck’s within fifty miles of where we live. We do happen to have one MacDonald’s in the area, but that lonely MacDonald’s has been eclipsed by three newly opened marijuana stores. These pot dispensaries are all within just a few miles of our small, rural, Northern Michigan town. Add to that the many prescription drug dealerships that have already metastasized like cancer on our once peaceful, rural lives. My Bigfoot Guardian is in awe of our growing stupidity. I am too.
I grew up in the sixties, an era when our college campuses became free rein to the world’s drug cartels. On any given day or night I could have purchased a bag of Columbian Gold or Panama Red, a brick of hashish, a bundle of Thai sticks, and you name it. The college dorms smelled like opium dens. If that didn’t satisfy our University appetites, we could acquire hits of meth, peyote, LSD, or synthetic mescaline. Taking these drugs was deemed as mind expanding. No wonder we now have the insanities of Anthony Fauci and Bill Gates in our world.
This diversity of drugs migrated into the college chemistry labs and came out as pharmaceuticals and designer drugs. Pharmaceutical drug cartels are now at the helm of our medical fields, both physical and mental. We’ve got Pfizer, Astra Zeneca, Johnson and Johnson, Merck and a wealth of others clamoring to administer every chemical under our now dimmed sun. If you still give in and turn on the television, you know what I mean. The drug ads are relentless. You can get a prescription that can induce any multitude of disabling side effects. As they say, just ask your doctor.
The other day I ventured out to eat at a restaurant and saw firsthand the devastation in our community. Everyone has a pill bottle and a vast array of physical and mental ailments those drugs were designed to mask. No one is being cured of anything, it is just the opposite. New pills are needed and prescribed to keep up with and treat the disabling side effects caused by the original medications. We’re becoming a nation of cripples and drug addicts.
That is not the way it should or has to be. We must learn to kick the street and corporate drug habit! Visit your nearest naturopath, chiropractor, nutritionist and local gym. Start getting real advice and real help. That is MAGA Bigfoot’s reprogramming path back to sanity and better health.
FIRST AND FOREM0ST OF COURSE, TURN OFF THE BOOB TUBE.
Find and frequent organic farms. Drink plenty of fresh water. Smell the roses and get plenty of exercise. Sounds simple, but almost no one is doing it.
Cross Over is book 2 in the Conversations With Sasquatch book series. It reveals hidden dimensions and supernatural powers the Bigfoot/Sasquatch use to remain elusive to even the most devoted and skilled Bigfoot hunters. Cross Over is book 2 in the Conversations With Sasquatch book series. All the books in my book series are a combination of fact and fiction, is based on my real life Bigfoot encounters.
I am the author of many Bigfoot/Sasquatch books and a lifelong experiencer committed to exploring the intersection of the physical and spiritual realms. Through my Conversations With Sasquatch series, I seek to spark thoughtful dialogue about hidden dimensions of reality and humanities’ evolving awareness.
As a result, I have written and published several books on the subject, including: Bigfoot Parchments.
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I have certainly had my share of close encounters of the third kind. Indeed, many people have, and the existence of portals to other dimensions is becoming more and more commonplace as a result. Nonetheless, the physical still remains the focus it when it comes to Bigfoot popularity. But, I am of a different ilk. For for example, the following poem came to me via a mind-speak conversation with a Sasquatch named Loquius, my Bigfoot Guardian.
Bigfoot Names
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In the Temple of Years
each Bigfoot birth
has it’s stone,
a permanent marker
and symbolic role
measuring strength, wisdom
or capability. The stone
is intentionally placed
and named with prayer…
it bears the weight
of all eternity.
Richard Rensberry, Michigan Author of Conversations With Sasquatch “Cross Over”
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During my Bigfoot encounters I have grown more and more open and aware of their presence in our non physical realities. Since we are prone to dismiss these communications as imaginary, I have learned to trust and not shrug-off them off as figments of my imagination. Thus, even encounters with ghosts and other entities have become more prevalent. As a result, I expect the future has some more interesting experiences and hidden dimensions readily at hand.
MIGHTY SASQUATCH: THE BIGFOOT BLUEPRINT SERIES EXPLORES THE HIDDEN REALM OF SASQUATCH IN A GROUNDBREAKING COMPLETE SERIES COLLECTION
Richard Rensberry compiles his entire Conversations With Sasquatch saga into one immersive volume that challenges conventional understanding and invites readers into a mystical lifelong journey.
New York, NY, February 27, 2026 — In Bigfoot Blueprint: The Conversations With Sasquatch Book Series, author Richard Rensberry presents the complete four book series that chronicles his extraordinary journey into the mysterious world of Sasquatch. Bringing together The Encounter, Cross Over, The Awakening, and The Rising, this comprehensive edition offers readers a sweeping narrative that spans from a childhood experience to decades of spiritual discovery and exploration.
Rensberry’s story begins with what he describes as an innocent childhood encounter with Bigfoot, an event that would shape the course of his life. What started as curiosity soon evolved into a deeper quest for understanding. Over the years, that search unfolded into what he characterizes as ongoing communication and insight into beings he believes exist beyond conventional physical limitations. Bigfoot Blueprint traces that evolution in detail, inviting readers to walk alongside him as questions turn into revelations. Unlike traditional accounts that focus solely on sightings, footprints, or physical evidence, Bigfoot Blueprint approaches the Sasquatch phenomenon from a metaphysical and consciousness based perspective. Rensberry portrays these beings as interdimensional entities with intelligence, purpose, and a relationship to humanity that extends beyond folklore. Through reflective narrative and reported conversations, he explores who they are, why they remain elusive, and what their presence may signify for the future of Earth.
Central to the book are profound questions that have long surrounded the Sasquatch mystery. Why are they rarely seen yet consistently reported across cultures and generations? What are they doing here among humans? Are they guardians, observers, or participants in a larger cosmic design? Rensberry suggests that understanding Sasquatch may require humanity to expand its perception of reality itself.
Throughout the series, readers encounter themes of awakening, spiritual growth, environmental awareness, and the interconnectedness of all life. Rensberry proposes that the search for Sasquatch is not merely a search for a creature, but a search for deeper truth. His narrative blends memoir, philosophical reflection, and speculative insight, creating an immersive experience that challenges skepticism while respecting the reader’s discernment.
Richard Rensberry is an author and lifelong experiencer committed to exploring the intersection of the physical and spiritual realms. Through the Conversations With Sasquatch series, he seeks to spark thoughtful dialogue about hidden dimensions of reality and humanity’s evolving awareness.
What is so often misunderstood is the Sasquatch ability to transform themselves into other entities. One such entity is the crow. I call this transformation, “transmigration”, meaning they can migrate or shape shift. Another entity they commonly assume are trees. This ability, whether actual or an illusion, is how they seem to suddenly just vanish into thin air. Bigfoot’s inter-dimensionality pretty much makes anything possible, including invisibility at will.
Excerpt from Conversations With Sasquatch, The Encounter.
Chapter 2
Talking to a Sasquatch would probably qualify me as being a delusional schizophrenic or having some such mentally manufactured label from the Diagnostic Manual of Mental Disorders. Rest assured, I am more sane than the writers and creators of that psychiatric flap-trap. As a Sasquatch said in our first conversation a little over a week ago, “Humans are blind to the world of the Sasquatch.”
Exactly why I was chosen, I haven’t got a clue. All I know is that today I have an appointment to meet with him once again near that auspicious cedar ridge that runs along the banks of Big Creek, in Lewiston, Michigan.
I do not take this meeting lightly. The fear that was inexplicably absent during our first encounter is in full force as I lock my Mazda and begin my traipse into the greening woods.
As always, I find myself getting unwound and relaxed by the sanctuary of the forest. There is a lush carpet of fresh moss, wintergreen and huckleberry as I begin to cut a trajectory toward the ridge where I had previously shared mushrooms with a being that claimed to be immortal. As I walk, I am suddenly struck with the notion that Sasquatch might like a bag of fresh wintergreen. I, myself, love to chew on the minty leaves, which are cool and relaxing. I kneel down, pluck a new sprout and pop it into my mouth. I then gather a few handfuls of the dark green fingers and slip them into the small Ace Hardware bag I always carry for gathering purposes. I succinctly remember Sasquatch telling me that humans had once been much more attuned to the gathering of the medicinal and nutritional gifts of nature. Is it possible my penchant for such was what had drawn this Bigfoot to engage me?
I don’t know. There are doubts. I’m still feeling a bit dumbstruck and unbelieving. I have to work quite hard to suspend my recurring thoughts that Sasquatch was nothing more than a figment of my overactive imagination. Had I eaten (like some have suggested) the wrong mushroom by mistake? Was it possible I had simply hallucinated and manufactured my whole Sasquatch experience from the far reaches of a childhood memory?
Over the years, I must admit, I really hadn’t thought much about Sasquatch. I’ve had no particular reason to do so. I’m a busy person, both purposeful and happy. I think little of the past and focus on the present and the future.
As I continue my trek towards Big Creek, my childhood memory of Sasquatch floods back as if a dam has burst inside my head. I find myself emotionally present in the excitement of the time, the utter bug-eyed blinking and wiping of my eyes during those fateful moments I laid eyes on him bathing in the river near my fishing hole. I am overcome with a hot flash of perspiration. Adrenalin rushes and vibrates through my body as I re-experience running helter-skelter up the bank of the river to reach the deer camp where my father is playing poker and drinking whiskey with his pals.
I breathlessly arrive as Al Kaline is stepping up to the plate with runners on first and third in the top of the ninth in a tight game against the Minnesota Twins. My dad and his pals are glued to the tinny squawk of a small transistor radio, intently listening as Ernie Harwell sets the stage for the next pitch.
I shake my father’s arm violently to get his attention and shriek incoherently about the monster bathing in the river. My dad’s eyes blink rapidly as he slowly tries to bring me into focus. When he finally registers my presence, he frowns uncomprehendingly and remains as lethargic as a toad.
“Not now!” he grumbles.
I tug and push even harder, beseeching him to come and see the hairy man that looks bigger than a bear.
“Sorry guys,” he groans, “the young tyke is always dreaming up ghosts and things that go bump in the night.”
“No!” I exclaim, “He’s really there! He’s down by the river where the sunfish are!”
“Now son, go play. We’ll all be ready to leave in a few. Right now the Tiger’s are trying to beat the Twins. Let your dad finish his game.”
Forgotten and dismissed, I am overwhelmed by the force of his rejection and disbelief. Coming from my dad, it presses down hard on my young heart. He hadn’t even considered for a moment that what I had seen could possibly be true. I was just a kid with nothing better to do than make things up. And yes, I often did make things up, just not Sasquatch taking a bath in the river.
As I neared Big Creek I shook off the memory and began my gradual descent down the ridge toward our destined meeting spot. As I did so, the hackles on my neck suddenly stood straight up and goose flesh prickled down my arms and back. Once again, the woods fell eerily silent. All my senses snapped to the present and I reflexively reached for my absent Beretta which I had purposely left in the car.
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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.
