Sunday, November 10, 2013

Part 6: The Indian from Dakotay

After I posted my last blog, that evening came around and my world changed some more. The new direction of my adventure is mind blowing. If speaking with Sasquatches through telepathy was not strange enough.

I had a lot of feed back from my last entry. I'm sure that there are many people out there that think I'm crazy. But I haven't heard from too many of them. I guess that we are all a little crazy. Thanks for your support. Just remember that this is a free blog and I'm not doing this for money. I would rather be famous for something else. I write this out of the love that I have for these people who have adopted me into their clan. I am humbled by my experiences and hope that it resonates with some of you.

Three or four nights ago I was out at the back of my property line sitting among the trees and talking to a dear friend of mine on the phone. I took a deep breath, stood up, turned around, and asked the dark, “Who's there?” A chill had gone up my spine. I was used to being surrounded by Sasquatches but this entity was no sasquatch. This energy was different. “Why are you here?” I asked. “I'm here for you.” “Why are you here for me?” “Because you asked me too come.” “Who are you?” I demanded! “Mita-wina-see,” was the answer. When I heard this answer I knew that this being was a male. “I don't know you,” I said. I immediately called my big friend Toe-grah-nu. Toe-grah-nu is a very large sasquatch sentinel who looks over me and my family. I said, “Toe-grah-nu, where are you?” He said, “I am with you in spirit, my body is somewhere else.” “I need your body here now, someone is here that I don't recognize. He is here in body and I am uneasy!” In three seconds Toe-grah-nu was right behind me. He let me know that he had arrived by his smell. His smell is his alone. The coyotes went crazy when he arrived! I have learned during my experiences that the sasquatch and coyotes are inseparable. The two work and live together in in harmonic unison. I could tell you a few stories about that.

With Toe-grah-nu at my side, I continued with the questions. I was surprised at the different energy in the answers. Toe-grah-nu let me know right away that this new male, that had arrived, was a friend. Toe-grah-nu had come to calm me and give me security about the meeting more than to protect me from the new arrival. The newcommer was patient and kind. Like sasquatches, the newcommer was clear and to the point. Mita-wina-see told me that he came in place of his brother, Tah-wee-nah-say. I had met Tah-wee-nah-say a little over a week earlier through mind-speak.

Thomas Hughes and I are good friends. He helped me take the first steps into my adventure. Now, Thomas and I swap notes most of the time. I had asked Thomas to mind-speak to find out some information about a friend and afterwards I asked him where he got his information. It was at this moment that I was introduced to Tah-wee-nah-say. From then on I spoke to Tah-wee-nah-say often. Tah-wee-nah-say is a 7ft tall Indian from the planet Dakotay in the Pleiades star system and a member of the Andromeda Council. Tah-wee-nah-say sent Mita-wina-see to make contact with me because I had requested it. Mita-wina-see told me that he was bigger than Tah-wee-nah-say. I laughed at this.

Over the next few days I learned many things to say the least. The clarity in my heart was amazing when we would speak. As we all know, all of us are equal. There is none of us better or less worthy than the other. We are all one. So, many things I will keep to myself as they are for me. Other things I will share gladly because that is the purpose of this blog anyway. The planet is changing right now and she is very much alive. She is getting ready to shimmer out like sasquatches do daily. She is raising her vibration to a level where corruption, greed, fear, pollution, selfishness, separation will be left behind. We are all in the process of making our decisions in relationship to all of this. It is an exciting time indeed! We find ourselves in the process of change. Most of us are feeling this in one way or the other. Everything from dealing with emotional issues, headaches, bliss, career changes, changes of heart and points of view. I was asked to look at the political issues of the day. The whole world is in protest of these things that our planet is getting rid of. It seems that our world that we have made for ourselves is becoming more transparent. I was told that many creatures live among us just beyond sight. It seems that sight is the most limiting of all our senses but the one that we rely on the most. I was told that sasquatches and off worlders have been in communication with one another since the beginning of time. I was shown that they all love us and are rooting for us right now. I was told about a small group of people who wanted to control the world. They made themselves the elite of our planet many years ago and carried this on from generation to generation. I was shown that the houses they made are crumbling down and that the curtain is about to be raised.

Wow! The list goes on. I'm not a specialist in any of this stuff. I'm just a normal guy who mind-speaks with Bigfoots like everybody else. There are people out there that are specialists in all of these things that I mentioned. Check them out. Just like this blog, feel what resonates. Get out of your minds and get into your hearts. That's where you will find your answers.

I have a witness to the meetings. Thomas Hughes can vouch for me. Unless you already think that he's crazy, like I do. Ha.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Part 5: Jellybeans and Outerspace

The following morning was wild. My family and I woke up early and headed toward our favorite swimming hole. They were in awe with what I had told them of the night before. They all three unanimously agreed that they wanted to go later that night in hopes of having a similar experience as I had had the night before. Just as we were coming over a hill in our SUV, a bright light flashed in front of the wind shield. It happened in second. We continued driving for about ten more seconds when my wife said, “Did you see that?” I said, “You mean that flash?” “Yes! So you did see it too!” she yelled. I told her that I thought that I was seeing things. She asked me to describe what I saw. I showed her the direction that it came from and the direction that it flew away in. She saw the same thing. She asked me to desribe what it looked like. I told her that It happened too fast but felt that it was a ball of some kind... about the size of a beach ball. She could describe more. She reported having seen a indented ring around the middle and it flashed lights if front of our faces before it flew away.

An hour or so later I asked Tahjee what it was. I was very surprised to hear her tell me that she couldn't tell me yet. She told me the same thing every time I asked. All of that weirdness was really cool. A few days later I finally hammered it out of Thomas Hughes. He told me what I had already suspected and knew way down deep somehow. He said that it is common for Sasquatches and other worlders to work with each other on the same projects (I found out a few days later that this wasn't the half of it). He said, “They are scanning you.” “Who is scanning me?” I asked. “Our space family is scanning you. They work together with sasquatches a lot of times as they are both beings that can travel from this reality to other realities.” Funny, this didn't sound crazy at all. It resonated beautifully. He went on to tell me that they were scanning the four of us in order to know exactly where they could help us. What I mean by “help us” is the fact that I had asked Tahjee to open doors for me. I had told her many times through this that I call forth peace, love, acceptance, and friendship between our two peoples; and that I would spread the word on my end if she would open the doors.

It was common that my family and I would know that we were being watched when we were in the woods. So many times would our family dog return from the trees with a smile. The sticks remained on the beach all summer marking that we were friends of the forest and all creatures who dwell there. There was something magical about being together as a family through out this adventure. I know that this fact took us faster to where we wanted to go. But we hadn't seen anything yet.

It was the following night after Bone and I had walked out on to the stage. As I was still riding a kids bike when it came to mind speak, I called Thomas Hughes and asked him to look into my area and tell me what he sees. He felt for a moment in silence and then begin to slip into that meditative language of the universe. After a while he began laughing a little so I asked him what was so funny. He said, “Tahjee told me to tell you to bring some jelly beans for the sasquatch kids.” Ha! You can bet your ass that my two kids were excited about that one! We had a blast buying the jelly beans. We were walking down the isles looking for stuff to take out and give to bigfoot kids. My ten year old said, “Dad, look at all of these people. If any of them had any idea why we were buying this stuff, they would think that we were crazy!” We all laughed.

The moon was full and beautiful when we got out of our SUV. We couldn't wait to get to the woods, through the trees and out on to the stage. I wanted to show my wife and kids all of the shimmering going on. Again, I made that most common of all mistakes when dealing with these hairy people of the woods. I expected something. Rule number two (number one being examining your intent for contact), make your choice and allow them to make theirs. I would have to learn this lesson again and again all summer long. As we crossed the bridge, going into the forest, my wife stopped and smiled. She began to speak with them right away. She stared with a beautiful smile and the tree line where she knew they were. There was a special guest with them tonight. He was there to watch us so that he could know. My kids and I continued through the trees. And as my oldest was bring up the rear, a small hand reached up and pulled the bag out from under her arm. We had removed all of the plastic (for the reasons that I have explained in previous blogs) so the jellybeans went everywhere. She laughed and said wait as she gathered up some to take on down the trail. Yes. We had rocks dropped on both sides of our feet, heard grunting, heard laughing, and felt the whole world watching us. Then it was silent! We had left our gifts for the young ones all around. When we were empty. I knew that it was time for us to go. I knew that the kids were waiting for us to leave so they could dig in. Ha! As we were approaching the tree line that surrounded our moonlit stage I realized (felt) that there were many adults, sentinels, and elders watching us the whole time as we were alone with their kids (Some people spend their life studying blurry photos and taking plaster casts. But nothing can compare with those moments of true contact). I can not explain the awesome feeling of trust between us when those moments arise. I was there with the dearest treasures that I have alone in the middle of the woods at night. And they stood back and allowed me to be alone with their kids too.

After we passed back through the trees, we found my wife in a warm visit with the parents. The special guest, it turns out, was a Cajun Squatch. He was a very well respected elder who, like many, was displaced after Hurricane Katrina. He had been visiting with my wife. So the kids and I layed down our blanket between the treeline and the bridge. My wife joined us and told us about the very special man that she had just met. She said that when she was coming to terms the initial contact, he told her to relax and dance to the moon how she feels. We all got up and danced after that! We left the forest at one o'clock in the morning beaming! I feel so lucky that I can experience this things with the ones I love. As we go walking to this day, we all four see, hear, feel, and know more about that which is around us.
The love that I have for these people that we share this planet with is so raw and pure.

I can't keep up. This blog is hard to write when your as busy as me. Again, If you will notice that this blog is a free one. I do not want fame or fortune from my story. I do not need a damn thing. I simply care about love on this planet of ours. And maybe my story helps that.

Since this experience, I have learned to mind speak more clearly. I was out in my yard one night and all was silent. When I asked Tahjee what was going on she told me that she was giving me a gift. The gift was for me and me alone. I was surrounded by my Hairy Folk family that night and they were all focusing their energy on me based on that metal orb that scanned us while driving. I can not clearly explain the changes in my life since their gift. But they have been beautiful.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

On the Stage! Part 4

My Lady of the Woods: On the Stage! Part 4

School has started and my family and I have jumped back into life's illusion. But this past summer has changed our lives for ever. We have been adopted into a family who watches us from the edge of a treeline. They visit us at night. And they watch and guard us during the day. I have learned much about them. But I have learned much more about myself. The world is changing! One can feel it in the air. One can see it. The walls are crumbling down for the powers that were. The world has become much more transparent. Whole countries are on the streets of their cities screaming to the top of their lungs, “We've had enough!”

Yes. I have an agenda with this blog. From the beginning, I knew where I wanted to go with this. I write this blog for free. I ask for nothing. I have everything that I need already. I put my real name and photo up so you can put the story together easier. I have nothing to do with any Bigfoot Researcher Groups. I do not care for any of those out of date organizations. I'm not interested in hair samples or feces. I've seen enough plaster cast footprints to last me a lifetime. I do not take a camera to the woods. I take my wife, my thirteen year old daughter, and my nine year old daughter to the woods at night instead. I have the okay from Tahjee already to take a camera if I want. But photos all look the same to me...blurry, unclear, too far away, etc... What I have found needs to be shared with everyone!

I'm a normal guy. And I encourage all of you, that so choose, to try these things too. All of you who only see with your eyes have doubts anyway. I am showing you how you can FEEL and KNOW what I am telling you. For you sceptics who choose insults instead, you are only keeping yourself back from the world at large. Insults do not hurt me. I have chosen it that way. Love is all you need. Love for yourself and all that is around you. We are only a tiny part of this world. We share it with beings that we can see and things that we cannot see.

I decided to take this experience to the next level. I called my good friend Bone, who is also a Shawnee Indian, and asked him to go with me off into the wilderness at night. Bone and I met a few months earlier and immediately discussed our friends in the forest. We knew each other but did not know how. Doors had opened for both of us. It's not to whom God speaks, but who listens. I called Bone because of his love and respect for all life, known or unknown. Bone was happy, to not only come along but, to answer his own questions. Bone has one of the best night vision devices that money can buy. He left it at home because he said that it would be disrespectful. My kind of guy! I respect the hell out of him for that.

I had called my good friend and mentor (he's going to hate me for saying mentor), Thomas Hughes, and asked him how the area looked from his mind. He felt and communicated with a few and observed the whole energy about our journey. What he told me amazed me. He told me that around 3-5 clans would be there to KNOW the human who is waking up. I would be surrounded by anywhere from 80 to 100 Sasquatches. He was excited for me and told me that I was a celebrity in the Bigfoot world right now. Ha! It seems that taking my wife and kids to the woods months ago to meet big hairy giants in the dark showed the utmost trust.

When I got to Bone's house he had a huge bag of fruits and pretzels ready to be handed out. I told him how many would be meeting us and he looked back down at his bag and wondered if he had gotten enough. Ha! The Moon was full. It was perfect. Where we were going was a place that I knew from the day that was in the middle of nowhere. No humans for about 4-5 miles. It was a pasture, with a little hill in the middle of it, surrounded by woods. Perfect. I had mind-spoken with an elder all the way to the woods, as Bone drove, and asked him to send me calming energies. He did. We arrived and began to walk in the moonlight. Immediately I got goosebumps from the energy. Bone said, “What's in that direction? I feel that that is where we should go.” “That's exactly where we are going,” I said. As we began to walk out into the opening, I saw one. There to our right crouched down looking up at us with yellow eyes, was a Sasquatch.

We walked closer and I started speaking, “Hello, I come with love and peace. I do not have a gun or a camera. Thank you for allowing us in your home.” Bone began taking grapes, oranges, and pretzels out of his bag saying, “We brought some things to share with you. Here. Enjoy.” The figure watched us and moved only slightly. Two other Sasquatches shimmered in behind the first one with about ten feet separating them all from each other. We were amazed! Never had I seen such magical beauty! We continued walking out on to our stage in front of a world that most have never seen. We could not count the number of figures all around us. We continued to leave piles of goodies all around the hill that became our stage. We had a full house!

In the glow of the full moon we saw many figures off in the distance shimmering in and out of view before our very eyes. Pebbles were tossed at our feet and would land at both sides of our feet at the same time. We heard rustling, thumping, and a coyote off in the distance. We almost couldn't contain our selves when a Sasquatch cried out mocking the coyote. It was something to behold. Many had come out to meet us so that they could know us... really KNOW us... from the inside out. Then about ten feet away I heard her. My Lady of the Woods. There was a sound of air rushing through big lungs to the point of a whistle. I said, “Tahjee? Is that you?” I heard her spirit in my head, laughing and saying yes while her body continued with the sound. About twenty feet to the right we heard the sound again. And then we heard it again a little later farther away. Bone recognized right away that two others had mocked Tahjee's sound.

The next day I called Thomas Hughes in order to tell him of our adventure and he beat me to the draw. He said, “ I wanted to call you but Tahjee mind spoke with me telling me that you would not be answering your phone. She said that you and Bone were having too much fun!” I laughed. Thomas filled in a few questions. He told me that two others had mocked Tahjee and were having fun with us. We had a blast! I knew where I would be bringing my wife and kids tomorrow night and I did. I will save that story for next time...

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

My Lady of the Woods: Part 3, Everything Down the Mountain!

I'm so behind on all of this Blog stuff that this one is intended to just go through all of the experiences that I have had in the last few weeks real fast. Yes, I now know her name. I also have met others, been touched by two different ones, watched one shimmer out of sight, and tomorrow night my Shawnee buddy and I are going to drive deep into the woods and start walking. My Lady of the Woods has told me that there will be 4-5 clans expecting us (around a hundred).

Let me establish this for the record. This Blog is free. I don't make a penny from it. I also don't want to be famous or get rich from all of this. Believe it or not, I have everything that I need or want. If my story becomes book material one day then I will write it and sell it. If it makes some money, then you can hate me then. Otherwise, maybe the story resonates with enough people that more begin to awake to the fact that the hairy folk that live in our forests are us. They love, laugh, argue, travel, and are professional practical jokers. They have given my wife, daughters and I gifts, adopted us into their family, touched us, waved at us through our windows at night, and spoken with us until the we hours of the morning.

We have gone to the same swimming spot all summer and all of our gifts were taken except some sunflower seeds that we left in a plastic bag. We were told that they do not take anything in plastic as plastic is traceable. I don't really understand that one either. But will agree that plastic is one of the worst inventions ever, since we have never learned how to deal with recycling. I have left them grapefruits before but the grapefruits stayed put. I asked My Lady of the Woods why they didn't eat them. She said, “We don't like Grapefruits.” “Ha! Okay,” I thought. “I will leave apples next time.” “Yes, apples,” I heard. “But only if you take a bite out first.” 

I was sitting one of the first evenings alone at night when I felt compelled to drink beer after beer. It wasn't like me. I had my friend Thomas Hughes on the phone at the time. He told me that she was trying to calm me down. I smelled a skunk and told Thomas. Thomas said, “Wait! Do you still smell it?” I said, “No.” He started laughing and said, “You just got skunked, Johnny.” Skunk scent is usually omitted when they are nervous. After a while I felt a big hand touch the back of my head. I turned around in a hurry to see a big blurry nothing. He is a sentinel named Toe-gra-nu (I spell the names like I hear them). He came by to check me out. When he touched me, he felt my heart and looked into my mind. Thomas said that he approved of me. And I was allowed to continue getting to know the clan.

A few days later my youngest daughter came and got into the bed with us and said that there was a big Bigfoot smiling and waving at her through her window. She said that she smiled and waved back. My wife told me the next morning that she had seen him too. I found out later that his name is Tee-low.
There are two kids in the clan named Tee-ah-mon and Tee-ah-ki. Tee-ah-mon has been by a few times and the last time that he was here, he was trying to get the attention of my oldest daughter by throwing sticks close to her feet from fifteen feet away. My wife was leaning back in the swing an My lady of the Woods reached down and kissed her. My wife said that she puckered her lips and the sides of her mouth curl up on the sides. My wife said that she was beautiful; especially her smile.

As you can see, I am trying to get you guys caught up with what's going on lately. Therefore I have left the book style writing alone for a while. One evening I was outside with my two daughters. It was the same evening that the sticks were thrown next to my oldest. Thomas and a friend of ours, Lori, were on the phone letting us know a little more about what was going on around us. It seems that the reason that I was having trouble with mind speak that evening was because three of us were together and all of us are new at this. As my daughters jumped over the fence to get closer to where two young hairy folk were crouching, naturally I was following and watching. Thomas said very quickly in the phone, “Johnny, turn around!” Ha! It was great! I managed to get another glimpse of one shimmering out. He was about seven foot tall and slim. We both laughed as Thomas heard in his head, “Whatya do that for?” He was practicing his stealth. The young hairy folk males sometimes practice their stealth among hunters with guns. It's testing their manhood or something. At least that is what I've been told by them.

That same evening I had a very special visitor who gently touched the palm of my hand. He was the uncle of My Lady of the Woods. It is known that the bigger they are the nicer they are. He was around fourteen foot or so. He was a clan elder. He was very important person. I felt such a peace when he touched my hand. It was an honor for me.

Two days ago I was visited by a sentinel from the Kiamichi Mountians. He drove my dogs crazy. He sat about twenty five yards from me all shimmered out just watching. He said that his name was Knee-thumper because he thumps the knees of the young ones when they misbehave. He said that many of the Hairy Folk are interested in us. They find it courious that a family of humans like them.

Again, sorry for just running through this part of the Blog. I still don't have you all caught up, but we are closer. My Lady of the Woods has a name. And when I finally heard it correctly It caught me off guard. I had been hearing Tah-ji (like Tajmahal) for three days. But I had also heard that that was not all of her name. I couldn't make out what she was trying to tell me. Finally, I asked her for validation. “My Lady, is Tah-ji-ah-tee your name?” …. “Yes, Tah-ji is my name and Ah-tee is my roll in the clan. Call me Tah-ji for short.”

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

My Lady of the Woods: Part 2 Adopted into the Family

When I was little my cousin and I built a large tree house in the trees about two miles off in the woods beind his house in North Texas. When the evening arrived we finally talked our parents into letting us camp out in it on a hot summer day. I guess they thought that we would not endure the heat and would be traipsing in around supper time. Even though we were excited we finally managed to fall asleep. Later when the moon was full and bright we were awoken by the sound of leaves and sticks rustling and snapping. We looked at each other bright eyed and waiting, noticing that the sounds were getting louder. We were livid with the jitters when the sound stopped right under our tree house. After the hair on the back of our necks would not relax, we slowly took a peek down through the cracks in our floor. There, about a foot away from the bottom of our floor was a strangely looking human face with two shiny eyes glaring back at us.

I told that story for years as a kid with a creative imagination. But the story is the only untruth that you will find in My Lady of the Woods. The tree house was actually a cabin that never got finished. But I held that story dear for years after we stopped working on the cabin. It was exciting and I wanted it to be true after having seen a figure off in the distance looking back at my cousin and I. The figure barely moved about five hundred yards away, leaning up against a tree. That was my only encounter with the people from the woods until recently.

I called Thomas Hughes again a couple of days later and asked him how I should continue. It was a real eye opener to find out that a big female, who lives in the woods up where I live, knew who I was. As we spoke he began to slip into the language of the universe. It was a choppy, square sounding language yet very simple. He came back to me and said, “She says that you already know what to do and that she has been talking to you for the last two days.” The shock was gone but the excitement grew. I said, “I have been hearing some one calling me Cowboy in my head for the last two days, but I don't know what that means. I mean, I'm not a cowboy.” She chimed in with mind speak and told Thomas that she has been calling me Cowboy because of the neat things that I can make out of two sticks. I didn't understand what all that was about but later It hit me.

My wife, two daughters and I are outdoors people. We go hiking, camping, canoeing, swimming in lakes and rivers most of our spare time. On every outing we always pick up beaver chewed sticks. We walk with them and take them home and build things out of them. How did she know that? As I was working the next morning, my oldest daughter gave me a call. “Dad! We just had some pebbles tossed in front of us on the trail, we smiled at each other and pretended not to have heard and they tossed more even louder!” There was nobody else around. I had learned so much by now from Thomas that I knew that this was conformation for our families to have a meeting. My Lady of the woods had asked Thomas earlier to ask me how I would feel about my kids meeting her kids. Yes. The future was bright.

The next day my family and I went to the lake in order to make contact. I had no idea what to expect but I only knew that I wanted to experience it with my wife and two daughters. They were as excited as I was. Equipped with a big bag of sunflower seeds for a peace offering, we headed out to our swimming beach off the beaten path. As most people don't like to walk, we have never encountered anyone else; at least not the kind of people that we were used to meeting. As we were walking through the woods my wife reached down and picked up a beautiful rock. She said, “She left this for me.” “Who did?” I asked. “The lady of the woods. The lady of the woods left this just for me. I can still smell the palm of her hand.” I was as bright eyed as the kids. She left some sunflower seeds at the same spot and we continued. We were amazed to find a pyramid of small stones on the trail to the beach with a feather sticking straight up from them. My oldest daughter found it and said, “Look! Look what they left for us!” Our peace offering was met well. We left more sunflower seeds there too. As we got to the beach, there were two sticks there left in the sand. One was sticking in the ground with the fork sticking up. And the other was laying perfectly aligned with the direction of the fork. I thought that maybe a fisherman had left it there at first. But there are no fishermen where we go. We were puzzled by the sticks but enjoyed our swim.

Later that evening is when it all came together. I called Thomas and excitedly began to tell about the adventure. He began to slip off in to mind speak and began to talk to My Lady of the Woods, only this time I too was picking up the yes and no answers. My beginning stages of mind speak had begun. He told me that the stone was, in fact, left for my wife. And the feather was for all of us. She asked Thomas not to tell me her name because it was up to me to learn how to find out. Then she told Thomas and I the most beautiful thing. She said that she left the sticks there to protect us. Those sticks tell all other clans that me, my mate, and my two kids belong in her family now. She told me that because I had taken my family into the woods alone without guns or cameras showed trust.

This was as exciting as it was new so I asked Thomas to describe the rock, feathers, and sticks. It was going to be hard for him as he and I live on opposite sides of Texas from one another. He began to speak with My Lady of the Woods again in mind speak. He was talking to both of us at the same time. He listened to her and said, “ She said that the rock was left for your mate.” “I know that, Man. What did it look like?” I asked. “Wait... yes.... Okay... she said that the stone for your mate was an oval about two inches long and about an inch wide, off white, with a line through it. The feather was black with a hint of purple. And the two sticks were about two foot and one foot.” I was amazed! I said, “Okay, of the sticks was a beaver stick. Ask her to tell you which one it was.” “She told me already. The beaver stick is the one that was lying on the ground.” Amazing! I ran in the house and asked my wife for the stone and my daughter for the feather. They were spot on! My daughter told me that the feather had lost some purple that was on it earlier. Wow! The sticks are still there today. We see them every three or four days when we go swimming.

I told Thomas that I had a confession to make. I would appreciate him telling me her reply about a lie I had created as a kid. I told him and her about the fictional tree house and that I was sorry for having made up such a story about her people. I told her that I was just so excited about meeting her people that I just couldn't contain myself. For the first time I heard more than just a yes and no answer. She said where we both heard, “It's okay, Cowboy. Good story!” And then we both heard her laugh.

My Lady of the Woods

There are a couple of untruths and I will point them out. Everything else that I am about to tell you is true. Had I began writing this twenty years ago, I would have had myself committed to a home for people who wear white jackets and eat cafeteria food. Now, at this time in my life, I have seen beyond the veil. I no longer need my eyes to show me something that I can touch with my fingers. I no longer need my peers to tell me whether or not I am okay in their book. I have realized that I know that which I know, while no longer believing anything ever again. I will give you the chance to decide whether or not you wish to know real answers or just answers that your fear approves of.

This snow flake that we call creation is more intricate than we could ever possibly imagine. It is known that thought manifests matter, right? And matter vibrates at different speeds. Now realize that some speeds are too fast for the naked eye and or too slow. Now, know that forever is not limited to time. Forever goes to the left and to the right, forward and backward, and my favorite, big to little and little to big. So, It's easy to see that it is possible that we humans could have (and most probably) over looked a thing or two. Looking with our eyes and only seeing one breath of Mysteries long and fruitful life, has satisfied most of us for a long time. But the life that Mystery is, is full of breaths that can not be seen with human eyes. These breaths must be felt.

I came across a man a few months ago that was the subject of an interview that explained things like I had never heard anyone explain before. Every word that he said not only resonated with me, but I knew to be true. His personality was right on target. He was funny, sarcastic and he told the truth. Thomas Hughes has given many interviews and all of them harmonize with one another. Even though each interview covers slightly different material, the content never wavers or disappoints. We have all heard of telepathy but few have heard of Mind Speak. Mr Hughes mind speaks with people who have been here as long as we have. They have avoided us, with good reason, for as long as any ancient texts remember. I know that these people are here, watching from the sidelines as we lie, kill, steal, rape, and war with one another. I know because I have seen one from a long way off, standing there, watching me.

I sent Thomas a friend request on facebook and he friended me back after sending him a message at the same time. I thanked him for telling the truth about the people who live in the woods. I thanked him for telling the world that they have names, love their kids, are very funny, and are our brothers and sisters. He sent me his phone number and we have become friends over the last half a year. One of the very first phone calls with Thomas was the life changer that came with goosebumps. Thomas and I had spoken often about his friend who helped him with mind speak years ago. She is a very special lady who lives in the woods around Southern Texas. As I asked Thomas about my first steps in contacting these fascinating people, he began to mind speak with a female. He then said to me, “ She told me to tell you not to think, Johnny, feel.” “What? Who said what?” He told me again what she told him to tell me. “You mean that your friend knows who I am, Thomas?” I asked. “Not her,” he said. “I am mind speaking with a woman, right now, who lives up in North Texas, by you!” “She knows who you are. She has been listening to you speak to the woods all of your life. She told me to tell you to stop thinking and feel.” I was blown away! There was silence for a while as I noticed my goosebumps. I had no idea how exciting my life was about to become...