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Sometimes sasquatch gets hungry...
The latest amazing thing I have run into about sasquatch is Lisa Harrison's interview with Thomass Hughes. He has been in telepathic communication with a little sasquatch family in Texas for a few years now. Amazing story.
And of course, Shasta is famous as the base for a group of higher-level beings. If any of the disappeared are with them, they're probably okay.
This whole thing, I really think, is tied into disclosure. Because there are a lot more than 411 people who have gone missing and stayed missing in the past 50 years or so. We won't begin to be able to talk about all this sensibly until the government starts coming clean about what information it actually has about it.
The latest amazing thing I have run into about sasquatch is Lisa Harrison's interview with Thomass Hughes. He has been in telepathic communication with a little sasquatch family in Texas for a few years now. Amazing story.
And of course, Shasta is famous as the base for a group of higher-level beings. If any of the disappeared are with them, they're probably okay.
This whole thing, I really think, is tied into disclosure. Because there are a lot more than 411 people who have gone missing and stayed missing in the past 50 years or so. We won't begin to be able to talk about all this sensibly until the government starts coming clean about what information it actually has about it.
A ritual sacrifice as a motive?
Everyone is quick to think "ritual sacrificing" was a thing of the past or "conspiracy theory", but there have been cases in the past and secret societies do dwell within our society and operate in secrecy. Why was this not a possibility, but a giant, hairy monster is considered so?
I think we as people refuse to believe that there is a well orchestrated occult scene operating from within and no one seems to want to try that as a possible explanation. Child sex rings are also known to kill, torture or molest children, even dismember and take part in blood sacrifices to dark forces ... all the signs are there when reading this article. These people go where the children are, where the opportunity exists, so it is a grand possibility.
Let's remember the Franklin Credit Union scandal where a child molestation ring was completely obliterated and was operated by the head of a credit union, with members and clients rumored to have reached Washington DC. Should we also consider the homosexual prostitutes that were romured to have been smuggled into the white house during the Bush Sr. dicatorship?
These things happen, and children will continue to be missing, then turn up dead, with bizarre lesions and evidence of sexual assault ... but until we as people accept that there are sick, psychopathic individuals living amonst us, we will continue to believe "sasquatch" is taking our children or "aliens" are experimenting on them. Get real, get with the times and believe we have sickos, no not Ted Bundy or Wayne Gacy, but people who set our laws and run the corporations we love to enslave ourselves to.
Everyone is quick to think "ritual sacrificing" was a thing of the past or "conspiracy theory", but there have been cases in the past and secret societies do dwell within our society and operate in secrecy. Why was this not a possibility, but a giant, hairy monster is considered so?
I think we as people refuse to believe that there is a well orchestrated occult scene operating from within and no one seems to want to try that as a possible explanation. Child sex rings are also known to kill, torture or molest children, even dismember and take part in blood sacrifices to dark forces ... all the signs are there when reading this article. These people go where the children are, where the opportunity exists, so it is a grand possibility.
Let's remember the Franklin Credit Union scandal where a child molestation ring was completely obliterated and was operated by the head of a credit union, with members and clients rumored to have reached Washington DC. Should we also consider the homosexual prostitutes that were romured to have been smuggled into the white house during the Bush Sr. dicatorship?
These things happen, and children will continue to be missing, then turn up dead, with bizarre lesions and evidence of sexual assault ... but until we as people accept that there are sick, psychopathic individuals living amonst us, we will continue to believe "sasquatch" is taking our children or "aliens" are experimenting on them. Get real, get with the times and believe we have sickos, no not Ted Bundy or Wayne Gacy, but people who set our laws and run the corporations we love to enslave ourselves to.
The mountains don't care
People don't appreciate or sufficiently respect that wild places are... wild. It might be that they're so accustomed to being in cities, suburbs and the settled rural areas that they don't sense the transition into an environment where they are absolutely responsible for their own safety, and vulnerable to misadventure. But that's what happens the moment they leave their car at a trailhead parking lot or at the end of a logging road, or wherever they step into the wilderness. People slip off hiking trails every summer no more than 10 miles or so from where I'm sitting.
Sometimes they're injured, at times seriously. Every once in a while an unfortunate person dies, and usually their bodies are recovered, but not always. Sometimes their remains are found months, years or decades later, but not always. This happens in the mountains, on the rivers, and in coastal areas, anywhere that is wilderness, in this part of the country.
Many years ago now I used to climb mountains, taught mountaineering and led parties up mountains, collecting about 30 summits before I quit counting, and then quit doing it because I didn't want to be responsible for the safety of other people in my climbing club that I didn't know well. Then I fell out of physical shape, and I lost interest in pursuing it further. But those few years were good experience and I learned to have deep respect for wilderness, high places, weather and physical punishment.
During that time I went into the wilderness and got into some situations on several occasions that I might not have survived: climbing alone on a minor peak in Cascade Pass where I went up a gully, had to make a move where the handhold *had* to be good or I'd freefall about 50 feet; sliding on fine gravel on an ice-polished slab at 1am while descending, not knowing whether I could stop or would just fall off the bottom edge; watching a rock the size of a refrigerator dislodged by a climber above me go crashing by about 10 feet away, then turning around to watch a bear roll, yes *roll* down a glacier, using his claws to stop before every crevasse and walk around it; getting lost coming down a peak, looking at the lay of the land and saying, "the lake is *there*"... and being right; deciding the better part of valor was not to try climbing a minor peak in the North Cascades one day, going back down along the ridge top and having to rappel down a cliff then walk on downed trees over a stream, above a patch of devils club, and spend a cold night in the brush about 50 yards from the logging road and our truck; getting wet in the rain for days; daring hypothermia by waking up in a puddle out on a snowfield; not to mention the ordinary dangers of falling off a trail, or the mountain.
The mountains, the forests and the rivers don't care. You're on your own out there. That's what makes it challenging, and interesting, and fun, but it also means that serious mistakes can be fatal. And if you're out there by yourself, they might not ever find your body. That's a chance you take.
People don't appreciate or sufficiently respect that wild places are... wild. It might be that they're so accustomed to being in cities, suburbs and the settled rural areas that they don't sense the transition into an environment where they are absolutely responsible for their own safety, and vulnerable to misadventure. But that's what happens the moment they leave their car at a trailhead parking lot or at the end of a logging road, or wherever they step into the wilderness. People slip off hiking trails every summer no more than 10 miles or so from where I'm sitting.
Sometimes they're injured, at times seriously. Every once in a while an unfortunate person dies, and usually their bodies are recovered, but not always. Sometimes their remains are found months, years or decades later, but not always. This happens in the mountains, on the rivers, and in coastal areas, anywhere that is wilderness, in this part of the country.
Many years ago now I used to climb mountains, taught mountaineering and led parties up mountains, collecting about 30 summits before I quit counting, and then quit doing it because I didn't want to be responsible for the safety of other people in my climbing club that I didn't know well. Then I fell out of physical shape, and I lost interest in pursuing it further. But those few years were good experience and I learned to have deep respect for wilderness, high places, weather and physical punishment.
During that time I went into the wilderness and got into some situations on several occasions that I might not have survived: climbing alone on a minor peak in Cascade Pass where I went up a gully, had to make a move where the handhold *had* to be good or I'd freefall about 50 feet; sliding on fine gravel on an ice-polished slab at 1am while descending, not knowing whether I could stop or would just fall off the bottom edge; watching a rock the size of a refrigerator dislodged by a climber above me go crashing by about 10 feet away, then turning around to watch a bear roll, yes *roll* down a glacier, using his claws to stop before every crevasse and walk around it; getting lost coming down a peak, looking at the lay of the land and saying, "the lake is *there*"... and being right; deciding the better part of valor was not to try climbing a minor peak in the North Cascades one day, going back down along the ridge top and having to rappel down a cliff then walk on downed trees over a stream, above a patch of devils club, and spend a cold night in the brush about 50 yards from the logging road and our truck; getting wet in the rain for days; daring hypothermia by waking up in a puddle out on a snowfield; not to mention the ordinary dangers of falling off a trail, or the mountain.
The mountains, the forests and the rivers don't care. You're on your own out there. That's what makes it challenging, and interesting, and fun, but it also means that serious mistakes can be fatal. And if you're out there by yourself, they might not ever find your body. That's a chance you take.
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