Sasquatch and Elves
For some reason I have been fortunate enough to have had several encounters with the sasquatch beings, about six times to be accurate, and three of those involved crystal clear telepathic messages from them. I have also seen twice and communicated once with the little people, elves I guess. If you are assuming drugs were involved, you are wrong, except for one of all these encounters, while camping with my best friend, kinda high on mushrooms, but if you think a little mushrooms can alter, in exact same manner, the experience of two people, I say "get lost nerd!".
I have had the good luck also of knowing (due entirely to living in deep country places in Alaska and Washington state) many people who have also had incredible and sometimes terrifying encounters with sasquatch and elves. And so, lucky as I feel, I will here, like a lottery winner share what I can with y'all.
I intend to write this in a manner that dances back and forth between some of my encounters and those of friends, buckle up and enjoy.
I was about 5 years old, playing in some corner of my parents property located on the sprawling lava slopes of Ocean View, Hawaii, when suddenly I looked up from the ground to see that I was surrounded by 6 or 7 little guys, each half my size. It was so shocking, they were as I remember it, almost laughing, their arms stretched out to their sides, like it was a fun game to trap me within their circle. I looked past them at our house, 50 yards away and ran through a gap between two of them in that direction. The hardest thing about this whole experience was realizing that my parents didn't understand what I was talking about, they were my rock but I knew they didn't get it, I was alone, knowing now that those little guys were out there.
I was in 11th grade in the tiny island town of Klawock Alaska, there were 4 people in my grade at school. My favorite class was the traditional native carving class, taught by a highly respected master carver of the Tlingit tribe. In class, as I chopped away at the peice I was working on, a woman rushed in to talk with our teacher, she had just seen a sasquatch run across the road in front of her car. She was so visibly shaken up, and our teacher was calm and supportive to her. This tribe not only believes in sasquatch, they know exactly where they live in the area and respectfully stay out of there. Look at many of the Tlingit carved masks, sasquatch face...
In my 20's I often lived in a remote are of NE Washington state, and there got to know many people (all much older, who had lived there a long time) who had encounters with sasquatch and elves. I'll share two of so many awesome stories from that time. My friend Ed would sometimes hire me to do grunt work like cutting firewood. He had moved there to his forested mountain property with his wife, as back to the land hippies in the 80's. A sasquach must not have liked their new presence in that remote place because it came night after night to look in their windows and pound on the walls of their freshly built cabin, shaking the shit out of it. His wife was so terrified she went to visit her parents and never came back. He yelled at the woods, saying he wouldn't leave and the torment finally stopped. In some strange form of apology (he felt), one morning he came outside at dawn, to shovel the deep snow between his car and the part of his driveway he was able to plow, to see that his car had been picked up and moved to where he needed it to be, giant footprints all around.
The other story comes from a Vietnam vet and his native wife who were so hard-core that they really lived in a green canvas army tent, up on the mountain, through subzero winters and 4 feet of snow, for a long, long time before I got to know them. Sasquatch and elves were common place to them... the one they were most intrigued by was “green man”, one being, larger than the other elves. He would come around sometimes, and they got in the habit of offering him a cup of tea, to which he would oblige and sit with them as he quietly drank. They said he never once spoke, but was unafraid and emanated a great intelligence.
My first encounter with sasquatch was outside of Eugene Oregon, I had renewed my interest in the whole subject by finding and listening (a lot) to a fantastic podcast "sasquatch chronicles" ( the host just allows people to share their sasquatch encounters, and the guests are from all walks of life, hunters, policeman, hikers, etc.) I had no question in my mind about their existence, I just wanted to truly know, and as if by anwer to my desire one woke me up at 3 am, yelling from its gigantic lungs, just outside the thin, yurt wall that the head of my bed, and my head was against. "Hooooooo Waaaaahhhhhh" it said, shaking me with reverberation, (as though I was standing next to a concert speaker) and as that sound was repeated three times, I heard it translated into my mind, saying "Here I Am". I instantly understood the context to mean "you've been thinking about me, so here I am". Needless to say I lay awake the rest of the night, just blown away.
I chose a place in the woods nearby, a chest high stump to use as a gifting spot and started leaving apples, which now and then would disappear, regardless it felt nice.
The next time I communicated with one, or was communicated to, was face to face. I'm leaving out alot of details here, for no reason other than the complexity of circumstance (no drugs). But to convey what matters, I took a knee before 3 male sasquatch, each the hight and width of a sheet of plywood. The oldest stood in the middle his graying facial hair distinguishing him from the entirely dark hair of those on either side, and he said, clearly into my mind, " You need to understand this, we are in no way evil, we are just very upset with what humanity is doing to this world".
I said "I understand" and they turned and walked away. That was exactly what I needed to hear, I had been listing to so many encounter stories on "said podcast" wherein the person telling their story was traumatized by their experience. Hunters go missing sometimes, their bodies are eventually found, stuffed between braches of a tree with a severely broken neck, their rifle bent in half. This happens, and never makes the news. Now that I am a parent, I think I get it, if someone came into my living room (the deep forest) where my young son was playing, I tried to scare him away, but he didn't run, and started shooting.... I'd kill a MoFo. No question.
The next experience I'll share is the "mushrooms" one, did you think I'd leave that out? My dear Compadre of decades Ben (check out his band "Young Hunter" on Spotify etc. They Rule!) And I, 4 wheel drove to the extreme forested depths of Mt. Adams in Southern Washington state. By the way, I don't think many people truly comprehend how vast the NW forests are, you could literally walk north along the cascades mountain range and only cross a couple 2 lane roads before you reach the north pole.
We found a great spot to camp, and as sasquatch experience was the goal of our journey, we placed apples on top of rocks near our camp. It was just getting dark, and we had just eaten a small bit of mushrooms when we walked by our gifting site to notice that 1 apple was gone and some had been moved, to balance atop other rocks. It was on.
That night was absolutely incredible, several sasquatch stayed hidden in the nearby trees, but called out to us for hours on hours. Their calls spread a landscape of language, and each call they made, we did our best to copy and yell back at them. Fun was in the air, we could feel they were enjoying it, as were we! My favorite of the night was their call of "Kulu Kulu Kulu Whaaaaaaaaa" so loud, deep and trailing off in a waning scream at the end.
I think we brought 7 apples, in the morning they had left 2, one for each of us.
We never pulled out our phones to try to record anything, because frankly there is no point in trying to prove anything to anyone, if you think I'm crazy or lying, have fun with that.
I am so very grateful for these experiences and others and many more stories from the friends I've made over the years. Like prismatic rays of pure wonder and mystery they have colored my life in a way I would never trade for the concrete surety of our knowledgeable culture.
One last story before I wrap this up. In my 20s I was friends with a native man 20 or 30 years my senior. He had been raised as a Indian scout, which involves wilderness survival, tracking and much more. The military seeks these people out, and so as a young man he did a stint in foreign wars that didn't make the news if you know what I mean. He didn't hitch-hike he just walked, hundreds of miles regularly. Occasionally I'd spot him walking road-side and he would hop in with me, other times I'd see him street-side in Seattle drinking, and I'd buy some beers and sit drinking with him. He was one of the bravest and funniest people I've ever met. I'll never forget him yelling at the intelligently dressed, coming and going from the natural grocery store as we sat nearby getting drunk, he kept yelling "help me! I'm a good ni**er!" Each time he panted to catch his breath and yelled it at a new "victim" it was funnier than before, and as they scurried off we laughed and cried at the world.
He told me that often, when he left the road and walked without trail over the mountain range, he would share his small campfire with a sasquatch. Knowing this man, I fully believe him.
The last time I saw him, we hung out for a few hours and he told me about how he had just walked out to a town in Idaho. That town is a major focal point of the KKK, and he walked there just to stand around in their space and face every one of them that would face him. "They Can't Touch Me!" he said. "It's Spiritual War!" he said...
Everything he said was a sasquatch yell, it was a real statement, and I will never forget or fold to weaker forces.