Our Sasquatch cat is named Sol. The Forest People rescued him from near death after his woodland caretaker passed away of old age. Sol was taken in by the Big Creek Sasquatch and nursed back to life from a state of severe loneliness and starvation.
Some gifts are more precious than others, and Sol came to us as a gift of pure sunshine. We thank the Sasquatch and all the good forces that brought him into our circle. He is fearless, gentle and loving, a guardian spirit of perseverance and courage. If a cat can be certain of himself, Sol is just that. Nothing rattles him, not even the vacuum cleaner.
His one peculiar quirk is his friendship with mice. You would think that after living in the woods and nearly starving, he’d be a ravenous mouse carnivore, but he’s not. He does enjoy catching and toying with them and is quite skillful in that regard. The problem being, is that he then brings them into the house and lets them go. I have tried to explain to him that we do not condone mice taking up residence in the house, would he please keep his little friends outside, but he just smiles, blinks his eyes, and brings them inside anyway.
Richard Rensberry, Bigfoot Book Series author 1/24/22
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.
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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?’
Conversations With Sasquatch, Cross Over is the continuing saga into the magical and misunderstood world of Cross Over. Here our author meets with the Bigfoot Council of Elders and is shown and gifted copies of the Bigfoot Parchments by Rutheeus the young leader of the Council. The Parchments contain valuable lessons on the Sasquatch powers of mind-reading and how to warp space in order to appear and disappear at will. They also contain lessons on the basic natural laws of creation itself. With Parchments in hand, our author is assigned the daunting task of altering the downward spiral on which the human race is fully embarked. Conversations With Sasquatch may very well be man’s final chance to get it right.
Praise for Book 1 Conversations With Sasquatch, The Encounter
Richard Rensberry your superb writing is so visual. I feel as though I can see, hear, and taste what you are experiencing. Before I retired a few years ago, I worked in a PR office at a liberal arts college in Pennsylvania… that fact does not matter other than I recognize the marketing and writing value of what you do. Mostly, I just really enjoy your story telling about Bigfoot! Reading your bio explains your way with words and how they paint a literal picture. It seems so real and from the heart. Doesn’t every author want to hear that? L.M.G.