Monday, August 29, 2016


It has been a while since my last entry but not because things have stopped. If you have read the previous 29 entries of this blog than you have a feeling of how the blog is laid out. It has changed a few times but now it changes again. It is a change that I welcome because I am putting back some forgotten pieces of my life. They are helping me remember that I have a history with them that has been forgotten as well as having been hidden from me. In this lifetime, I have always had the call of the wild and felt a temporary loneliness for home as I would pass through the forests and keep on going. Throughout my twenties and thirties I lived in cities and played music on stage, in studios, and with some amazing people but when I started a family the calling was too great for me to ignore. I returned to the woods of North East Texas and found an old friend ready to pick up where we left off.

The patient lady knew me and invited me back to where I had been in the beginning of this life time but helped me to remember who I had been in another. In this life and body that I have today my blood goes back to the Native American people. My great great great great grandfather was named Squire Allen. He was a black slave that was adopted by the Chickasaw people. He married Louise Allen from the Cherokee people. Their names were not their own even though I carry the name Allen today. Allen came from the slave owner of Squire and Louise was given her name when the white man made it mandatory for Natives to do so. Louise's grandfather was Dragging Canoe, a Cherokee chief. They both died in Oklahoma after the Dawes Roll registered the last five civilized tribes. They were registered as Choctaw.

In the life before this one I was a Native American man named Majate. I died falling over a cliff with a bullet in my heart with my true love. Very romantic I guess. I have not remembered whether or not I had a life between but it kind of feels like there was one. I don't know. The times for Majate were not pretty. The world was changing and I can remember fighting against the conquest of this country until my last dying breath. I had a close friend. We were friends from childhood. I will protect his name here because this is and was a personal story for the both of us. The man was a Sasquatch at the time of Majate and lives today as a human. When we found each other in this lifetime it was a grand reunion. We have discussed many things. I finally got a chance to tell him that I was sorry. Our relationship did not end well at the very last and I am still remembering what I did to him when I was Majate.

When the Sasquatch lady invited me for conversation on my return to Texas I was an infant. I had become so numb from having been born into this life. I was awake when I was young but began to venture further and further away as I approached my twenties. Today, I am remembering and placing the pieces back together and realizing that much has changed. This country was just beginning the direction that has become who we are today. But I remember that I am still the same spirit with the same drive and vision for us as a people as I was as Majate. It has taken me years to remember who we are and remember who I am in relationship to the whole that is all of us. The Sasquatch people have helped me with the puzzle.

Getting to know Tahjee helped me to design what type of Bigfoot experiences that I would have. She helped me to remember how to communicate with my feelings. Learning to trust what feel and choosing to communicate with whatever feeling I chose to feel while communicating helped me to remember. Love was the only tool that could take me to where I wanted to go with all of this. Mind speak grew and became easier and the experiences began to multiply. I chose early on to share my journey in hopes that others may feel again that we are all brothers and sisters from the same mother.

Even though I have seen these beautiful and wise people with my eyes, communicating with them was more important for me. Their personalities have been a joy to get to know. Their subtle hints and sarcasm has stopped me in my tracks numerous times. Their humor makes me laugh and scares me at the same time. Being a part of the clan is an honor and has made for many great times with my wife and kids on walks in the woods.

What is happening now with Oitoli is a new and different page in all of this. As I live in the country, having to go anywhere was for the most part unnecessary. I would talk to them and visit in the house or outside at the back of my property. But before last Christmas I began feeling lonely and distant from them. I wrote about that in the previous blog entry so I will keep going. The Sasquatch people in my area have brought two people together that they feel would benefit both as well as anyone who listened to the story. I have had experiences with the Sasquatch people from South America on previous occasions but I was always very careful. I have been instructed to leave areas and not to come when some South American Sasquatch people were around.

I was told about all of the destruction in the rain forests caused by man and quickly understood that the refugees from South America were not the typical locals. I tried to reach out to a family passing through once but the males were much more than not interested. The woman and child did not want to pursue any kind of communication or relationship. They moved on. It would be appropriate to bring up that the area where I live has been host to, and a pathway further for, many refugees abandoning the rainforests due to mankind.

At the beginning of this year, the clans around here brought me together with a South American man. The contact was to be a physical one. And it has been. Oitoli doesn't speak much with me but does share feelings with me at times. The feelings are his that he shares not the feeling of communication that I have been used to. I have been going to the place that I learned from mind speak that I should go. The first time I wrote about in the last blog entry. The next times I went I felt his presence just watching me. He was courteous enough to let me smell him and hear him. About the fourth or fifth time I ventured a little deeper into this sacred area as I felt more comfortable. But he was just watching me. Feeling me. Contemplating me.

I walked back up to where he had told me to stay the first time that I visited the ravine. I left some fruit and sunflower seeds as he had taken the last stuff that I shared with him...and left. When I returned a few days later the physical part of our experience had begun. He had built a fence out of saplings that reached from the gully to back around behind me. The fence was (and still is) about twenty five to thirty feet long on both sides of the game trail that I walked last time. He had left the game trail open and in the middle of it he placed an X. The X is about ten feet by ten. At first it was clear that I was not to go further. I was told that I was not allowed to walk with them at this time (this was relayed to me from Tracey Owen who helps me validate and understand things). Now I realize that the fence and X is temporary. Oitoli shared with me, through more feelings than mind speak, that he would remove the X and place it closer to the sacred area in the deep thicket when I was ready ( and he was more comfortable with me ).

I do not yet know where this is all going but we are both overcoming our fear and trust issues together. Sometimes I think that it would be a little easier to be the giant invisible dude than the five foot eight human in this little get together but such is fate. This is the most trying situation that I have ever been in with the Sasquatch people. I know that it must be very difficult for him as well as this whole thing was not his idea. He began this experience feeling that he was being punished by the clan for making him do this with me. I must say that I admire him and respect him very much for doing this. I was never able to forgive and pursue a friendship with the destroyers of my home and people in my lifetime as Majate.

I took my youngest daughter with me the last time to visit him and she shared his sunflower seeds. She would just sit there eating his seeds right off of the tree bark plate that I have for him there. It was a small turning point for him that I would bring my young one to him. He shared with me how he felt about that at that moment. I was relieved and happy. There is hope for Oitoli and I yet.

The questions have been building up so I need to try and catch up here. I am sorry if I left yours out of this blog but I will find them and ask the hairy folk your questions like always. I have many questions and I am goin to spread them out of the next few blogs entries. Some have questions for Oitoli and I am not comfortable with that at this time but I will ask the Sasquatch people if anyone would like to answer you. Oitoli and I have our hands full together right now and we are not speaking very much. I hope that you understand baby steps. A

I have left all names out and will continue to do it this way from now on. Many people do not want their names and stories shared and I understand this. But I ask future questioners to consider sharing for others to learn from. This is why we are in this community I feel. I will always honor the wishes of the questioner. Another thing is that my email and private messages are full of questions. I want to help but do not have the time to answer all questions solo and reply to all mail. In my experiences in asking the hairy folk and Mitawinasi your questions, many times they tie it all in together through out the blog and that is a plus. Lastly... If the answer feels like it is directed at you then it is. I have changed the wording of your questions in order to protect your privacy but always trust that first feeling and explore it and don't start thinking it away into the nothingness.

Question 1
A questioner would like to know about Marduk or Maldek, the planet that many of you incarnated from.

There are lessons to learn from each step we take. They are a way of reminding us where we have come from and where we are going. The lessons of Maldek are sacred to us. Some lessons are shared and others deal with our personal journeys. I remember when those of Maldek were infants and the way forward was alone. The battles raged on and and the mother rolled. She was empty. She was angry. She left before the last choices were made. We let her die. We knew in the end that our choices were made from the alone. We know the alone. Our mother left and we left our bodies with her empty shell. Some of us chose another and came to this place to make a different choice. Our mother is here now. She adopted us and showed us what we did not understand. We love our mother and have learned her teaching. We are making a different choice.

Thank you, Tukra.

Question 2
I have a friend that asks about her own personal journey. She has shared with me that when asking for communication with you hairy folk, she asked for validation. At that moment she heard a thud on her house that sounded like a bird. Would one of you answer her question.

She is a flower and knows how to find what she is looking for. She waits. She knows the validation will always find her.

Why does she wait, Tahjee, and what does she wait for.

The sounds come from a place that she is waiting to go. The sounds are shared like the question she asked. There are more that hear her questions and more that answer her. She waits for the sign from the one that she expects.

Who is she expecting?

There is no need to expect. Know it and it will be.

Tahjee, this all seems vague. Am I writing what you are saying? Am I being accurate?

You are hearing what you are feeling, Cowboy. This one knows what I am saying. As I have told you before, there is energy in words. Read again what I say. Feel it. You will know.

Okay, My Lady of the Woods. Thank you
Wait. One more question... Can you help me contact the hairy folk in her area?

She doesn't need help with that. They are already there. She knows this.

This is for a questioner in Puyallup Washington who asked me to keep his name out of the blog.

...I have a little history with "Sasquatch", he came around our house back in 73, when Puyallup Wa. had forests that connected to Mt. Rainier. Also, this subject started really "picking up" lately, or is it just me? I had a dream recently where a medium sized "Sasquatch" appeared in my dream, red haired, bit of gray around his rather "human" looking face. We just looked at each other for a bit, is all, don't recall any specific feelings or info, but no fear at all. I am making a trip shortly to Vancouver BC for a lecture of sorts, and plan to go to Vancouver island to do some Kayaking. I would rather like to contact some people who know about these things on the island, was wondering if you had any recommendations about that? Also, wondering what you think of my dream....”

Many of us have had the same dream. I have had this dream more than once. I have met Oitoli and Mitawinasi (the 7 ft tall human man from the planet Dakote) in dreams. Many of our friends and family break the ice this way. This man is preparing you for contact or communication or whatever you decide.

He wants you to find his name. You can do this. Feel it. Feel the syllables of his name that come to you and explore that with him. This little step will help to connect you. About connecting on the island with people.... There are hairy people on the island that are more than able to help you. Remember that it is us that have become disconnected from the other parts of our creator. The hairy folk are connected and are reaching out to connect with us just as much as we are them. A connection of love, respect, friendship, fun, on a vibrational level that is void of negative energy holds more promise than them coming down to our heavy vibration of cameras, infra-red, and hair and stool samples.

John., Thanks for sharing your blog. I would like to present myself to the local hairy folk in my area with the intention of learning anything they are willing to teach me. Can you tell me if there are any hairy folk in Central Texas who would be willing to consider me? Do I need to figure out a very specific location to go to or should I just get out into the nearest wilderness and be available? Thanks for any answers or advice you can offer.

I live in Texas too. The Sasquatch here are very careful. They are much more secretive here than in the Pacific Northwest. There are far more hunters and “good-ole boys” here that shoot anything. The hunters here hunt because they feel that this connects them to the land. It has become a cultural thing. Most good-ole boys hunt deer and then go to Wall-Mart and buy hamburger meat. The respect for becoming one with the being whose life you just took has turned into trophies mounted on living room walls. I will say here, “not all......but most,” in hopes of not offending any hunters. But that is all that I will say because being offended is a choice.

Anywhere and everywhere is fine to connect. However, I do not need to clarify that away from the hustle and bustle of human made civilization is best. Get out in the woods and take off your shoes. Sink your feet in the dirt. Feel your heart and explore your intent. Let that feeling flow down your legs and into the soil. Feel the trees. Feel the next tree that is further away. Keep feeling until you feel them.

Try to picture that life and all matter vibrates at different speeds and frequencies. There are many different vibrations than the one that is now our own human experience as a collective. The Sasquatch people and many other beings vibrate at a speed that is just beyond our sight. They are everywhere. It does not matter where you go to connect but what tools you use to connect with your desired designational vibration. For example: If you want to connect and create a relationship with a being that is harmoniously connected to this beautiful sphere that is our mother, then things like greed, selfishness, fear, disrespect, trophy hunting, belittlement, low integrity, cameras, iphones, infra-red night vision, littering, cutting trees unnecessarily, watching TV, etc.... …... would probably not be the most helpful tools to use in getting there. I am not placing a value judgment on those things because that would be silly. I am simply saying that one would not use a hammer when a screwdriver would be more productive.

In closing: It has been about five months since I have written an entry to this blog. As things began to grow spiritually, so did the negative. The heavy weight of work, university, paying bills, etc... became very overwhelming since April. I realized that writing entries to this blog seem to keep everything else in my life moving forward so I will keep this going regardless of what life throws at me. I appreciate all of your private messages, emails, and blog comments. I will ask the hairy people your questions as I can get to them. Some questions are repeats and that is lucky for me. Ha! Thank you for your interest and patience. I will be catching up over the next few blogs.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

The Loner from South America

My relationship with Oitoli is becoming more physical. In this process I have realized a few differences in my previous blog, entitled Oitoli, and this entry. As most of us know, it is useless to waste efforts in trying to predict how a situation will unfold when pertaining to the Sasquatch people. I have done this often and every time I have been surprised. In the last blog entry what I felt to be Oitoli was a collective of Sasquatch that I have spoken with many times. I have been realizing this as Oitoli and I continue to become closer.

The overwhelming loneliness that I have felt over the past couple of months prior to writing about Oitoli was Oitoli's own feelings that he was sharing with me. As I have written about before, he didn't talk much. The communication that I was having was from this collective in and close to my own clan. They were taking steps back from me and I confused this with Oitoli's communication when in fact Oitoli was only sharing with me the way he feels living here in my neck of the woods with my family of Sasquatch.

Let me clarify for the record who this collective is: Tahjee (My Lady of the Woods) is a medicine woman in my clan, ToGrahnu is a sentinel of the clan that watches over my wife, kids and I very closely, Machia is a teen age female, about 18 years, old that speaks with my daughters often, A very special man named TuKra (who does not belong to my clan but is a very wonderful man that I met through Thomas Hughes), Mitawinasi the brother of Tahwinasay from the Andromeda Council (he is a tall native American looking human from the planet Dakote), TuKornu is an elder that shares an affection and friendship with me but has moved on and working with a different human even though we say hello sometimes, and a few others. There two very no-nonsense and very big sentinels that I am friends with from two different clans that speak with me often. I have met them while walking in their areas with my family and buddy Bone. They welcome me when I come to their area to walk but have stated many times that I should stay away from certain places...and I do. Hotahmay is the head sentinel at a lake that I visit often and Mahkee is the head sentinel at the other area that I have been with Bone.

I do not always know with whom I am speaking unless I ask. Sometimes when the communication is good I do not ask and could be speaking with a few at a time. I know that many of you mind speakers out there can pin-point a person out of the crowd in a second but I am not there yet. There are a hand full of you that I call on for help often and I thank you very much for helping me validate things and you know who you are. I couldn't have made it this far with out you.

My clan has backed up a little because the friendship between Oitoli and I is important in many ways. After writing this blog for a few years and thanks to the positive feedback and support, I understand that I am doing exactly what I wanted to do years ago. I never would have thought that it would be like this. I wanted to help the Sasquatch people but soon realized that it is in humans that I should invest my energy. My one goal, intent, and passion in all of this was to make friends and develop beautiful relationships with our brothers and sister in the forest. It is still this way. I have never included money in any of this and never will. I have never made a penny so far and have everything that I need. If I ever write a book I will make it free online. I share because it is important to me that humans understand that our family in the woods love their kids, are very funny, respect our mother earth, have sacred relationships with one another and communicate with other beings in other places freely as free will choice is the base of all of our interactions.

They let me know that Oitoli is from South America and has moved here only a couple of years ago when many Sasquatch people were driven from their homes in the rainforests of Brazil due to human deforestation. Our Southern family do not think very much of us for good reason. I can't blame them. I have nervously reached out to a few over the years only to be told that they want to have nothing to do with me. Only the females would tell me this. The South American men would not even speak to me. There was a family about a year ago that passed by my home for a while. I took some fruit to try and develop a friendship. The mother told me, “I understand what you are trying to do, but do not come back again.” I understood that she respected my free will choice and expected me to respect hers. I did.

Oitoli is lonely and shared this with me without a word. I did not like that feeling. I though that it was me feeling that way and mixed with the fact that my clan had distanced themselves from me, I wondered what I had done. I could have called Tracey Owen every day to help me make sense out of this but did not want to get on her nerves. It was the hollidays and her family were all in. So it was tough for a while. As the smoke settled I began to learn that Oitoli was being instructed to persue a friendship with me and he did not want to. He felt that he was being punished by the clan because he is a loner and goes off by himself often. My clan back away and Oitoli would only send me his loneliness. I guess that that was as far as he wanted to have to do with me. He did not speak. He would only interject this alone feeling on me. I got it.

After about three months the clan knew that I was ready to face my fear of the South American people and knew that Oitoli needed to face something within himself about us humans and they called a meeting together between me and Oitoli. A physical meeting. I called Tracey and we spoke on the phone for a while after our families had eaten supper and were watching TV and doing homework. She was able to communicate with Oitoli much more than I could up to that point. He knew her spirit from somewhere else and they trusted one another. Oitoli told her to tell me, while I was still there on the phone, where to go. The place sounded very familiar and then I remembered that my Native American brother and friend, Bone, had pointed out that place about three years earlier.

If most of you have read my blog entry about “The Stage,” Bone felt drawn to the area that Oitoli was describing now. In that blog entry, Bone and I went on and witnessed anywhere between 30 – 40 Sasquatch people shimmering in and out before our eyes. We were both incredibly lucky and grateful that they would trust us enough to do that but that is another story. You can scroll back and read about that night.

Tracey described to me that there was a deep gully there. There is a place on the bank that I should sit and wait for him. I told Tracey that he is asking too much. Hotamay told me not to go there at night because the energy was too strong for me and would make me sick. She told me that Oitoli knew this and had agreed to meet with me during the day. Wow! Awesome. I called Bone and asked him to describe the place for me so that I would know where to go and not get hurt or lost. He explained the place just as Oitoli had described the place to Tracey. I knew now what to do.

I had not been out for a while because the hairy folk come to my home often. Being able to mind speak with them, made it to where I seldom ever went out alone anymore. I go every weekend on hikes with my wife and kids but in the daytime. This was different. It all made sense but meeting a South American man in the woods alone is a very big step for me. I was always amazed at how Bone would just go out at night anywhere and never think twice about it. I was always a little more careful. Don't get me wrong, I trust them. But deep in the woods alone at night with no gun, campfire, phone, etc..knowing what I know now, . . . I really have to get in the right frame of mind.

That weekend came and went. I just couldn't get it together to do this. Oitoli wasn't making it easy for me. I was really on my own. After that weekend I called a very special woman named Julie Turtle Hagen. She was able to fill in many of the blanks. She made me realize and understand that this was very necessary for both of our peoples. A situation had presented itself to me and it was up to me to choose who I want to be in relationship to it. I went last Sunday and it was one of the most awesome experiences that I have had so far.

When I asked Tracey to ask Oitoli what type of fruit he would like for me to bring, he told her, “big, green, and to be peeled.” Every green fruit I had thought of was too small for a Sasquatch to have called “big.” I went to the store last Sunday morning and asked Oitoli to look through my eyes and tell me what I should get. When my eyes came to papaya, I felt a joy. They were big and I bought both. I got in the truck and headed to meet Oitoli at about 9:30 am. I got out of my pickup at about 10 and headed off into the woods. I found the gully right where Bone said it was and I knew that it looked just like Oitoli described. I was nervous. The weatherman forcasted rain but it was very still, dark, and quiet. I sat nervously with these bigass papayas in my arms and looked all around. They were all probably laughing their asses off. Ha! It wouldn't have been the first time.

I calmed down just a little...just enough to walk about 20 feet deeper into the woods and placed the fruit up high in a cedar tree and went back and waited. After about twenty minutes, an unknown calm came over me. I became very relaxed. I thanked him. I kept talking to him but now more calmly. I kissed the dirt and thanked our mother for making this possible. I felt Oitoli feel me as I sent my loving wishes of friendship and respect to him. I thanked him. Then I smelled him. It was amazing! It was wild and warm. The scent was just to my left and filling my nose when the ever so light movement of air blew.

I turned around and looked behind me in the direction of the fruit and the smell went away. I slowly turned back around and faced the deep gully. I let my feet hang over just a little and the smell came back. I spoke out loud like I had done the whole time so far. Quietly I said, “Oitoli, I smell you, brother. You smell better that I thought that you would have.... you smell wild like the night. I probably smell pretty funny to you.” I began to think about the shampoo that I had used in the morning and wondered if it smelled good to him. Then in front of me off to my right, about 40 yard across the gully I heard a loud snap! It was a big branch. I looked with my eyes wide and said. “I hear you, brother. Thank you for letting me know where you are.” Another big branch broke, again on purpose. I realized that I was getting excited. Too excited. I ask him to send me some calming mojo again. He did. I thanked him. I relaxed.

The smell was constant and beside of me. On my left side. I was calm. After a few minutes, in the direction of the branches breaking, he snapped his fingers. It was two close together and one snap to follow up. He did it again from across the gully to the right. This time I did it back. It sounded just like his snaps. He then snapped about ten snaps in a row quite quickly. As I attempted to snap back, he snapped again two together and one follow-up on my side of the gully about 20 yards away. I smiled and was still very very calm. I kept my gaze in front of me over the gully. He came closer. I could hear him walk. I was smiling and very calm. He stopped moving and snapped his fingers again, two times together and one follow-up snap. He was within view behind me and I knew it and yet I kept gazing over the gully. His smell was all around me this whole time.

He was quiet. I was quiet. I was happy and calm. He reached out with his mind and felt me. I knew that this was the most important moment in all relationships that I have ever had with the Sasquatch. This was the moment where nothing could be hidden. He knew what kind of man I was at this moment and he knew my intent. I passed the test. I know that I would have never have gotten this far if I had anything other than love, respect, wonder, awe, friendship, and more love in my heart. I felt that it was alright to turn around and I did. What I saw was beautiful calm golden brown scenery. All of the leaves were the same color of brown except one patch of leaves in the shape of a Bigfoot from chest up. The leaves looked as if fall had only now began to change them. They were of a lighter hue than all of the rest and looked like winter had not touched them yet. I felt a friendship. I felt at peace. Then I heard Oitoli tell me that it was time for me to go. I did not want to go. I said, “really? You want me to go now?” But then it hit me. Everything was very very clear. Our first meeting was just exactly as it should have been. He was in control. I took love with me into the forest. He knew it. He had made the visit calm for me. He had showed me that fear can be turned on and off with a thought. He had spoke to me.

When I stood up and said good-bye, the rain started. That was funny. I turned back to look at him and to see if he had turned on the rain. I smiled and told him that I would be back next weekend with more papayas. The leaves were beautiful.

Sunday, January 10, 2016


His name is OiToli. He, and many of friends and family, came from a planet in our solar system that is no longer there. Many ancient writings have similar names for this planet and all of them sound something like Marduk. The people of Marduk were about as human as we are (what ever that means). They were products of their choices, just as we are and were. Their planet was destroyed and many of them fled to neighboring planets. Earth was one of these planets.

They watched as we almost did the same thing to earth a few times. There are other civilizations here that are remnants of those distructions. We are only one of them. There are others. When the people of Marduk came to earth they used different bodies. Unlike us, they retained their memory and did not forget. Their new bodies were much more durable and they still are today. Today their spirit walks in these bodies and their bodies are instructed by their spirit. We let our physical bodies control our spirit, in comparison. OiToli is only one type of being that is called Bigfoot and Sasquatch. There are others with different histories.

Two or three months ago I came to a stand still. I asked Tahjee and TuGrahnu to help me with my communication. I wanted to dig deeper and grow. Communication with the Sasquatch people have been one of the greatest experiences of my life. I'm lucky that I had the patience at one time to consider friendship as opposed to a hunting trophy. I grew up a country boy from Texas. I used to carry guns to the woods. As I have become friends and family with a clan of Sasquatch people here in North East Texas, I feel safer in the woods without a gun. I have been in an area with wild hogs many times without a gun and have never been charged by them.

Since my last blog entry I have had a hard ride. As life got more difficult and busy, I was left alone with OiToli. I was speaking with ToGrahnu and Tahjee often and mostly ToGrahnu when things got real quiet. I did not realize at this time that my requests were in the process of being answered. As I write this I can not explain enough that the Sasquatch people are absolutely unpredictable. It makes me wonder sometimes how far we humans have come and how far we have yet to go. We have become so numb to the world around us, only a very shallow and limited idea as to how big our world really is remains.

I wrote my friend Tracey and asked her to have a look as to why things were so quiet. She said that a man is on his way to me but she can not see him yet. About a week later I met OiToli in a dream. The dream is as follows:

The moon was full and the sky was dark. Off in the distance the horizon had the hue of red as if a fire was on a mountain ridge behind the tree line that was standing right in front of me. To my left and to my right were other people walking into the treeline. They were happy and would smile a smile of comfort when I would catch one of their eyes. I continued through the trees and came to an opening. The sky was dark and becoming more red as I continued in to the direction that I was going. I came to a wooden enclosure that seemed like a log cabin with glass-less windows as walls. In front of me and looking down at me with a warm smile was a giant of a human man. He was hairless and red faced and held his arms open for me. I knew that he was a friend. As I walked into his arms I was happy. I let go and stepped back and realized that the big man was covered in beautiful light brown hair. His eyes beamed down at me with a smile of friendship. I had seen this man before.

When I awoke I remembered that this young man sneaked up behind me all shimmered in and tried to touch me with out me seeing him in good fun. There were some hairy folk kneeling down in the field behind my house and I told my daughters that it was okay to sneak up on them. As I was watching this intensely I immediately turned around and saw the figure of a light brown, slim, perfectly muscled, Sasquatch man shimmer back out right in front of my eyes. I wrote about this in a blog a couple of years ago.

OiToli introduced himself to me in my dream state first and then came to me in real life. He is with me most of the time but he is quiet. He is communicating with me in a way that I have never experienced before. It's like... I do not remember hem telling me the information but after I am with him I realize that I know something new. I then begin to explore that new something and then more information about it comes from other places. Does anyone know this experience? I would love to hear from others on this. A different race of people that are often referred to as Sasquatch as well are people with the glowing red eyes. As far as I have understood, these people are not from Marduk.

Before I switch into another format for this blog entry, let me invite you readers to entertain this thought. And most importantly, do not take my word for any of this. Only trust your own word. This will only be found in your feelings about it. All of us know everything already. We have only forgotten it all. We are remembering everything and re-membering it at the same time. We must all remember that our experiences are created by us. Who we choose to be in relationship to the world around us is what kind of experience the natural world will give us back in return.

I haven't written in a while. I wanted to get something out so all of you would know that I have been in the process of personal growth and have been occupied as well as puzzled. OiToli has brought many questions to my life. Each one is more delicious than the other. It feels that the knowing is simply being unlocked within me as opposed to someone telling me something. It is strange and different.

I have received many private posts, questions on my email, and so on. I will share with you what I have been told by the Sasquatch people pertaining to the following questions that have been asked of me regarding them. I will leave your names out as the answers that you seek will be found among the following answers. You know who you are and the appropriate answers will find you.

Q & A:

Q: I just found your blog today and I'm having a wonderful time reading it.  Thank you so much for sharing.
I have a question about it possible for a person to attract portal to themselves or actually be a portal of sorts?  Do portals move and shift?  I ask because I seem to often attract a lot of high strangeness and or visitors.  I suppose I just happen to also move to places with active portals too! Lol.
I was also wondering, if you have the time and inclination, if you could ask your forest friends about this as well?  I'm also very excited to connect, and I would love a clue or even a name to meditate on, to perhaps assist me in this.
Many blessings and love to you and your family”

A: Portals are common and do not have any constants. Change is as common to portals as change is common to change. Some portals have been created and others have been found. Some are ancient and some move. All follow the same basic laws of the universe. This is a geometry that is our creator. Imagine living in portals and being unaware of the parts of creator that are unaware of portals. Some portals follow the soul as a body moves. We guard portals. There are some that desire to leave that must stay. There are some that desire to come that are not allowed. There are humans that must be protected from them because they have no idea about them. We are also north of Bangkok and will be interested to talk to you. When you are in the woods, speak out loud what you want to say to us. We do not need to hear you. We feel what you want to say. Speaking with your mouth helps your mind speak be more clear.

Q: I live in Trinidad an island just a few miles off the coast of
Venezuela. The north coast of this island is covered in rainforest and I
often wonder if they are here and or in Venezuela next door.

I wonder if your friends can shed some light on this and if it would be
ill advised to try and make contact (always loving and private) with the
folk in these parts?

A: When you are alone, you will feel us. Humans have made this very dangerous to seek us. We do not wish to be found and do not wish to speak to you. If you are out then you will be respectful of us. We are everywhere but do not wish to vibrate at your frequency. It does not interest us to vibrate slower and be contacted by you. You humans have proved that the slower vibrations make you dumb. We will be here in the faster vibrations waiting for you to join us. We will visit you then. When you vibrate faster you will not want to harm us. Your ancestors in South America and North America would visit with us often and we would visit with them. But the humans of today do not vibrate in the same way. Your fathers and mothers were more in touch with the land like we are still. You will return soon to our mother and we will greet you then. However, I will talk to you now with mind speak if you can hear me. I am Tuk. I will communicate with you if you can feel me.

Q: (secret)

A: For the one that lives in the city that begins with A, the area is ancient. Many years ago this area was under water. There are special places under the water and just as many beings that make them special. Over time, this area has become a part of the surface land but still continues to hold and cater to the vibration that it has always been a part of. It is a happy place with balance but this area is being guarded by us right now because many negative beings are trying to escape their fate through these types of places. We know who you are and will speak with you when you think of us. At night be careful as your physical body will have trouble with the energy that comes from this place. We will let you know when to stay away. Trust your feelings when you feel us.

Q: Hi John,  
Hope all is well on your side of the woods.  I was rereading your latest blog entry on “Universal Change and Fear.”  Tandania was saying that I was a sasquatch in a past life.  I honestly didn’t know that it was possible… What on mother earth was I thinking to become human…? Haha. Tandania was also saying how he knew the body before this one…. Was he referring to my mine…?  What had been my name as a sasquatch? (out of honour and respect ofcourse.)

In some native teachings…. They only speak of 1 sasquatch who travels the forests alone.  I still have yet to make sense of these wonderful messages that I received through you, from Tandania and Tahjee.  I’ve also heard that my spirit guide is native American (probably explains why I have such an interest and respect of their culture.) 

Can Sasquatches shapeshift…?  I once thought I saw rusty brown fur walking through a bush up north…, thinking it was a deer, I walked to the other side of the cottage to see where it was going.  Then out came a blackbear.  As she wobbled towards our dirt road with her limping paw… I stepped outside watching her… She was half way down our road when she turned to look back.  For once, I wasn’t afraid and then she continued on her way. 

A: I will not tell you your name unless you hear it in your feelings. When you close your eyes and feel for sounds to begin, then speak them out loud and your speech will let you know how to work your way through the sounds. You will be surprised what you find. Remember that we are all parts of the whole and we take different parts of us into different lives. There is no one part of you. There are only many parts of the whole. Think in a different way. These answers need different questions and the answers are bigger than the questions that you have at the time.

The lone Sasquatch that travels through the wilderness alone is YOU. All of you. Why do you not see something that is right in front of your face? Is it because of the word Sasquatch? We have difficulty being called humans. The lone Sasquatch is searching the wilderness for answers to the questions and finding the answers were with him the whole time.

We do not shapeshift in the way that you are asking. We do fool your ears often. The sounds of our mother are the music of our thought.

Q: (secret)

A: Answers to the man in upstate New York. The hairy folk are coming into your dreams to introduce themselves. They have never left you. They are waiting for you to trust your feelings because this is where they are waiting for you to take the next step. The next step is to go to where you have gone in the past and call out the parts of your dream that you feel that you should share. They will speak to you then. Simply speak out loud. Give time to feel the thoughts that come afterwards.

There are many of you that have written me private letters and posts and have asked me to protect your identity at all costs. I always will. But please remember that you can trust me to protect you and help others at the same time. There are always many that can benefit from the experiences of others. That is what this is all about. Sharing and transparency is something very special in the world of infra-red cameras, guns, photos, researcher groups, hunting parties, etc... Some of the stories that some of you share with me are beautiful!

Anyway, I understand and will continue to write. If I can not help you then I can send you to some people who can. I am sorry that this blog took so long but I never know how this is going to go. Love to you all and feel free to join My Lady of the Woods on facebook or post under this blog...