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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

Excerpt from Conversations With Sasquatch, “Cross Over”

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“Welcome,” Loquius gestures with open arms. 

     “Once again, you have proven worthy of being the chosen one.  There is great interest as well as skepticism behind your appearance here in Pariseema before the Council of Elders.  These are trying times for this world and yours.”

     As on another occasion, I am compelled to extend my index finger and the gesture is simultaneously reciprocated with a gentle and prolonged touch by the huge index finger of Loquius.  I see nods and soft smiles from the elders directly in my view.

     “I took heed in your advice,” I say. “I followed the Stone Without Time.  I saw you there beckoning me, and here I am.”

     Again, there are nods from the elders.  

     “I believe that in your world you have a noise box called a television, and another called a computer.  We have seen these things by peeking through your windows.  In those noise boxes are many voices and pictures quite different from those you see and hear in the Stone Without Time.  In your world, those electronic voices and pictures look to be determined to overwhelm and entice a desired agreement and predetermined outcome from the listener.  In the Stone Without Time, the voices and pictures you hear and see are thought created, they are reflections of your own mind and heart.  You are here because of your own self-determined purposes that have found agreement within our Sasquatch universe.”  

     I smile.  It is like a huge weight being lifted from my shoulders because I know what he has said is the truth.  I weened myself away from TV years ago, and my use of the computer is limited to mostly those things that serve and enhance my abilities to be happily productive.  My life has dramatically changed for the better since I am no longer bombarded with the voices and pictures of big money corporations and media puppeteers.  

     “I understand,” I acknowledge. “I pride myself in not hypnotized nor subliminally directed like many of my fellow humans.  No one thinks for me, I think for myself.  I have come to be here on my own volition.”

     “Yes, your visions are your own.  That is the only way the Stone Without Time can work.  It has no value to those that aren’t pure of thought nor heart.  That is why you were chosen.”

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Conversations With Sasquatch, The Encounter

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This is Book 1 in the Conversations With Sasquatch Series.

The Encounter takes us on a mind-altering passage into and out of the realm of Cross Over, a parallel Earth Universe created and populated by Earth’s Forest People, the Sasquatch. This unusual journey opens with the author hunting for the prized morel mushrooms atop a ridge overlooking Big Creek near the small town of Lewiston, Michigan.

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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Conversations With Sasquatch, The Beginning– Episode 17

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CONVERSATIONS WITH SASQUATCH, THE BEGINNING

Episode 17 by Bigfoot Book Series Author Richard Rensberry

All previous episodes can be found at: ( https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/bigfoot-book-the-beginning.html )  

17.

     I breakfast on the remaining fruits left over from my trip.  I am excited about getting the electricity turned on and the well primed, everything up and running later in the day.  But first, I have time for a nostalgic trek into my newly inherited forest.  I can still recall some of the game trails and the trees in which I had built platforms and forts as a kid.  I had spent so much time in these wilds back then, I still know them better than the streets of nearby towns like Atlanta or Mio. 

     Are all my childhood friends still out and about, I wonder?  Were they figments of my imagination or real?  I am starting to get the idea from Cecil’s journals that they were equally as real as my adult life spent in San Francisco, for the simple reason those four decades lost in the city are now fading away and seeming more imaginary than my childhood.

     As I enter the cedars where the spring feed creek gurgles and giggles it way south toward the AuSable River, the autumn air is heavy and laden with dampness.  Dew droplets trickle down my arms and neck as I part the cedar bows and follow the wending stream.  ( Continued at:  https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/bigfoot-book-the-beginning.html )  

Adventures of Sasquatch Cat, Episode 5

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EPISODE 5, THE ADVENTURES OF SASQUATCH CAT

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     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 ) 

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 )

4.

     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 14

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CONVERSATIONS WITH SASQUATCH, THE BEGINNING

Episode 14 by Michigan author Richard Rensberry

(All previous episodes available at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/bigfoot-book-the-beginning.html )

14.

     I pick up Cecil’s journal dated nearest to present time and read the final few pages entitled “The Great Misunderstanding Regarding Bigfoot Encounters.”  (continued at: https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/bigfoot-book-the-beginning.html

A Message From the Other Side

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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.”  

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