Ive been all over the world, stood on Aztec sacrificial altars and gazed into mexican jungles when I was just 7, danced naked around bon fires on sabbats playing drums and worshipped mother earth in Germany, to abandoning my car on the side of the road and hiking to the woods with rainbow children, and joined them sleeping on the ground and foraging for food wherever we could find it. Ive survived hurricanes in a houseboat in the Florida Keys that was almost shattered to pieces from the violent waves slamming it into the seawall over and over all night long.
When I was 12, I had a real encounter with sasquatch, and came close to running over him with my bicycle. At the time we lived in the swamps close to the mouth of the Suwannee River just a few miles from an an ancient 2000 year old midden shell mound that towers over the flat muddy oyster bars.
Our home was a mile away from the main road and I usually rode my bike early in the morning to be the first one the bus driver picked up on the bus route. This particular morning I was pedaling briskly down the limerock covered road when he stepped out from the woods and started to cross the road. I was moving along rather briskly as I mentioned and the wheels made no sound on the road, in a short moment of contemplation I pondered what I should do next, suddenly the ten speed bike started making the clicking noise they make when you stop pedaling, and sasquatch turned to me suddenly with a look of fear and surprise.
By this time I had made the decision to use my momentum and just ride by him as fast as I could. I had to get even closer to him and I took in every detail of his physical characteristics as I drew steadily closer to him. By the time I got to where I saw him cross the road he had just gotten to the other side and he started running into the woods howling loudly and I remember the sound of the wood on the trees of branches snapping violently as he made his escape.
I was 12 at the time, and have had nightmares of that morning creep into my thoughts almost 26 years later. Ive gone as far as having a sasquatch sketch artist make a composition of what I saw.
Id post a picture of it but dont have 15 posts here yet.
Sasquatch didnt look like the furry depiction on the infamous bigfoot footage from the 1970's in Washington, or Oregon, or wherever they filmed that at. He stood upright more like a human than an gorilla, but had the graceful gait similar to a gorilla. He wasn't covered in thick fur either, it had more of a dark, long, wispy look to it in various patches over a very muscular physique. That is one of the things that has always stood out more than anything else was the muscle tone throughout his body. He stood over 7' tall, and I had no doubt in my mind that what I was seeing was faked.
The road I rode my bicycle to the schoolbus had something wierd about this one particular section. The left side where I initially saw sasquatch felt benign to me, it was ok... but the other side always gave me the creeps. There was this tree, a tall old cypress tree. It was bare of branches most of the way up, except for one. It stretched out like an old witch's gnarled finger, like it was pointing away from the right side of the road, warning you to turn back. Just passing the tree and looking past it into the dark swampy water, its cypress knees jutting out from its depths, with their twisted looking faces growing on them, made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
I sensed before my encounter there was something odd about this particular spot, and most assuredly knew there was afterwards. I had found a thinny. I didn't call it that then, I didn't have a name for it, at the time, as I was basically being written off by most folks I told my story to. My teachers, the bus driver, kids on the bus that day, they saw the fear inside me, and even my father laughed at me, and I still had to go by there even the next day on my bike, wondering if he was watching and possibly waiting for me to pass by and kill me before I told anyone else. I never saw it again, but I really wished that a grown up would of just taken the time to go back there with me and scout the area out for signs of it actually happening.
Im still not sure if thinnys actually exist, because I never been through one and entered a multiple dimension, but I do believe that they are scientifically possible, and explainable with the discovery of quantum physics. Who knows what modern science will accomplish with quantum physics in the future, one day they will possibly be the gatekeepers. I believe in predetermination over free will, and knew it was meant for me to share this at this moment because I was meant to, not because I chose to. SK led me here with his writings, and opened my mind to things I have pondered over for a long time. For that I thank you.





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