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.
QUESTIONS:
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.
TUKRA
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.
JOHN
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.
TAHJEE
She is a
flower and knows how to find what she is looking for. She waits. She
knows the validation will always find her.
JOHN
Why does
she wait, Tahjee, and what does she wait for.
TAHJEE
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.
JOHN
Who is
she expecting?
TAHJEE
There is
no need to expect. Know it and it will be.
JOHN
Tahjee,
this all seems vague. Am I writing what you are saying? Am I being
accurate?
TAHJEE
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.
JOHN
Okay, My
Lady of the Woods. Thank you
Wait.
One more question... Can you help me contact the hairy folk in her
area?
TAHJEE
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.
QUESTIONER
3:
“...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....”
JOHN:
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.
QUESTIONER
4:
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.
JOHN:
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.
