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Conversations With Sasquatch, The Encounter

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Book 1 In the Conversations With Sasquatch Book Series

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Conversations With Sasquatch, The Encounter

Excerpt 1

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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 crows 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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The Encounter is Book 1 in the Conversations With Sasquatch Series of books is also available on Amazon if you are so inclined.  https://www.amazon.com/dp/1940736684

The Awakening

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Conversations With Sasquatch,

“The Awakening” book 3 in the Conversations With Sasquatch series.

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Excerpt from The Awakening:

With my body cooled down, I pick up the 30-30 and move once again toward the destination of our previous meeting site. I am all too aware that I am the only moving presence in the area, the silence is total. This has been the case so many times previously, that I am not surprised when the hairs on my arms and back begin to prickle. A chill raises a rash of gooseflesh on my back and chest. I notice I have stopped breathing, straining to hear something in the eerie and profound silence.

Without any preamble or warning, I find myself face to face with Demarcus.

I reactively flick the safety off on the 30-30, but standing dwarfed in the Bigfoot’s presence, it suddenly feels like a wimpy pea shooter instead of a weapon.

I do not believe I would ever shoot anyway, unless I absolutely have to. I’ve had a longstanding promise that I would only do so in self-defense.

Demarcus is motionless, standing about ten yards away.

His size alone is impressive enough to instill terror, but I hold my ground and meet his stare. Any aggressive move toward me and I am prepared to let the bullets fly. I am very conscious that I would have only fractions of a second to land a fatal shot before his big strides would overtake me.

“Demarcus,” I offer. “I have no idea why you were exiled here to our world, but I have no fight with you.”

Demarcus slowly swivels his head and looks about.

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Post Stroke

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Written In Blood

     I am a reinvention.  Life can be like that.  I had a couple of strokes and my memory is full of ghosts and black holes.  Yet, some things are crystal clear as a pristine blue sky.

     I know I was once a poet and a children’s book writer.  Those skills have not abandoned me, just the memories of what the Hell I wrote.  I am still working on piecing together my Swiss cheese past, but mostly I am writing myself back into existence.

     There are no holes in my encounters with Bigfoot.  I have met Bigfoot many more times than once.  He is my Guardian, my concrete island on which I stand.  One can’t compromise with truth, to do so is paramount to spiritual and mental suicide.  I am not suicidal, just the opposite in fact, I plan to make it a lot further than most.

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Adventures of Sasquatch Cat, Episode 5

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EPISODE 5, THE ADVENTURES OF SASQUATCH CAT

Conversations With Sasquatch Series Author Richard Rensberry

     Sol is not your stereotypical overweight, lazy, house cat.  Having spent his early years living among the Sasquatch, he is in top physical form and enhances his daily physical and mental acuity by joining me in my morning exercises.  I do a routine of breathing, isometrics, cardio and yoga from which Sol discriminately picks and chooses.  He especially likes a yoga exercise called “Salute The Sun” as well as a strenuous set of good old fashioned pull-ups that he does on his scratch post platform.  ( Continued at: ( continued at https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-cat.html )