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Bigfoot Told Me

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Bigfoot told me we look comical with our noses glued to a phone, with our ears attached to CNN and NBC. They told me Hollywood actors have fangs and forked tongues, the Internet is an illusion on which fools will feed. They told me, so I am telling you, we look comical with our noses glued to a phone.

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Bigfoot: The Spiritual Guide Beyond the Myths

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Bigfoot is not complicated. They are not scary nor prone to senseless violence unless you are. Thus, they are a viable mirror of intentions. When it comes to finding Bigfoot, you’ll get what you put into it.

Thanks for reading Off The Beaten Path, Conversations With TV shows are just that, TV shows. They are created to entertain, injected with drama and suspense through the use of camera tricks, sound effects and acting of a sort. These programs are all a mirage and will never accomplish the task of actually finding Bigfoot. Bigfoot just so happens to be a good subject for TV ratings.

Bigfoot in reality, is nothing like a big scary boogeyman that hunkers around leaving footprints and scat for researchers to analyze. He doesn’t strip the bark off huge trees or make crude nests out of sticks and stones. He doesn’t live in a cave. He’s much, much more than that. He’s a timeless traveler, a spiritual guide, a portal to higher dimensions and realities that exist behind the human mind’s barely cracked doors.

Open them a little further and you just might…

Adventures of Sasquatch Cat, Episode 4

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THE ADVENTURES OF SASQUATCH CAT, EPISODE #4

by Conversations With Sasquatch book series author 

Richard Rensberry ( https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com )

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     I was hard at work in the office when Sol, our Sasquatch cat, jumped up on my desk and sat on my paperwork.  He then proceeded to swat my pen until I put it down.  

     I politely asked him what he wanted.

     He gave me a quick kiss and a couple of head bumps, meowed,  then jumped off the desk, and dashed from the room.  

     A minute later, when I did not respond properly, Sol returned with impatient chatter, imploring me to hurry up and follow him to the kitchen.  There, he promptly stood on his hind legs and pressed his front paws and nose to the window.  When I joined him and peered out, an opossum the size of a large raccoon was peering longingly straight back us.  The possum’s pink hands were swimming around on the glass in an attempt to reach in and touch Sol.  I got the distinct impression they had been previously acquainted.  (Continued at:  https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-cat.html )

Conversations With Sasquatch, The Beginning Episode 2

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I immediately sense that a disembodied Cecil has been waiting for this day, excited and giddy to see me.  He has invited all his Sasquatch friends and a myriad of supernatural little people that he once introduced me to when I was a kid.  I am blasted by their ethereal scrutiny and eerie frequencies as I step out of the car to take inventory of my inheritance.  My whole body feels their eyes and begins to throb like a bee sting.  My forehead prickles with a cold sweat.

     I walk gingerly and take pause on the cobbled path, overwhelmed by nostalgia.  Several barn swallows shatter the spell as they suddenly dart from beneath the house’s eaves and swoop at me in angry defiance.  I have disturbed their peace.  They cackle and shriek, making an all out effort to drive me away.  I wave my arms at their bomb runs and duck under the sanctuary of the porch, there I turn and momentarily chuckle at their antics of persuasion.

     The porch boards have separated and have been rubbed raw, but easily take my weight without a moan.  There is a padlock on the door to which the court has granted me Cecil’s ownership key.  

     Inside, though a thick patina of dust has accumulated on the floors, the place looks mostly at peace and undisturbed.  There are patches of swallow and pigeon poop on some areas of the walls directly beneath their nests, but all in all, I feel a wave of gratitude that it has not been ransacked by transients or teenagers with a lust for breaking and entering.  I think its condition speaks (continued at https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/conversations-with-sasquatch-the-beginning.html )