Sasysquatchgirl

When we are younger, our parents explain the whole meaning of life. (Monty python version not withstanding). We learn the basics. You grow up, go to school, college, work, marriage, family then finally death. And all the crazy things in between.

The church then educates us on a deeper level. We learn all about our souls and how to protect and nurture them. Our soul almost becomes top priority over all those things listed above. Let’s start with what a definition of a soul is.

A soul in most religions, is thought of as the incorporeal essence of a living being. It’s the mental abilities of a living being to reason, feel, think, etc. to protect your soul so it doesn’t hit the fiery pit, your religion, whatever it is, gives you a certain set of rules to follow. (Some are a little more forgiveble than others so read that rule book carefully and read the fine print too). A soul, despite what we know scientifically to be as just parts of our brain at work, is often thought of as a separate part of us. Like your heart. We may say something like “that came from the heart” all the time, it’s just an expression, but the heart is different from the soul. To us, the soul is separate from our physical bodies. We need this sucker to ride into the next body so we can be reincarnated. 

In my house growing up, odd though I know we all were.  We believed in reincarnation. Mostly when the bad things happened. We would smash a knee and say something like, “come on god, really? Was I Ted Bundy in my last life or something?” I always went right to Ted, I was young but I remember the day they flipped the switch. Horrible I know. But still true. I still say that all the time. I fall a lot, so you know, I get annoyed here and there.

So, Reincarnation, it is defined simply when you die your soul rides the white tunnel into new digs with a teeny tiny stop to swipe all your hard earned knowledge and memories. So when you think about it, who cares if you get reincarnated or not? I mean, we all aren’t Napoleon who was positive he was the reincarnation of Charlemagne. What fun is it if you don’t wake up in like Angelina Jolie’s body or something and be like, “hells yeah!”

But if we aren’t reincarnated or shipped to the fiery pit. And it isn’t your soul stuck around, then what is it? My mother always thought ghosts were echos of life essence just doing whatever they would do if they were still corporeal. And every once and awhile we could see them. They passed through our plain. Sounds plausible to me, except for the fact some of those echos stray from that routine and do crazy s**t like knock over dishes, shut off lights and maybe even reach out and touch someone. When that happens all bets are off and it’s time to call the priest.

And why do you call the priest? Because he knows and wholeheartedly believes that it’s a soul that’s trapt. We all for the most part want to believe that a loved ones soul or essence that passed is still traveling around close to us. 

So we all have to decide for ourselves some of these more fantastical beliefs. Do I believe in ghosts or souls being able to hang around ? Are my parents watching over me or have they reincarnated into my neighbors new dogs? I prefer to think our soul is separate and it hangs close to its former loved ones or in a loved, safe familiar spot. I’ll gladly pass up on reincarnation if my family needs my soul around and besides, I’m pretty sure I was heading in to Peppermint Patties body next time anyway.

“There are tales out there of Bigfoot through time

They cannot all be just like a nursery rhyme

They have been seen, heard and felt through the forest

We are only passing through his home like a tourist

The tales say he whistles, whoops and knocks

But mostly, I just feel him during my forest walks

I’d say I would love to see him in person

But the tales, well they have a description and now I’m not so certain

He’s a living legend just walking through time

I could not ever compare his life with mine

Maybe he stays away for survival

He must see how we treat those we feel are our rival

And so mankind has sealed his fate to walk the forest alone…

There will never be proof enough that can be shown

That could ever tempt him to leave his security, his home

And so our search will continue

Our evidence shared

In this dance we do between research and tales

This will be how his story is told and remembered for the next thousand years

With encounter stories as it has always been

We keep on knocking

But he knows he can’t ever let us in…”

Art by one of the best @charlesaguthrie

He can be reached at:

https://charlesguthriestudio.com/

Excerpt from Lansing Journal 2016…

“The live-cam clip was highlighted on the website of Carbon Media Group, a Bingham Farms-based company that specializes in online video content related to the outdoors, and on its YouTube channel. The company partnered with the state Department of Natural Resources to install the eagle cam on state land adjacent to the fish hatchery. It went live last March.

The clip includes a pop-up window zooming in on whatever is roaming below the nest. A dark figure — walking on two legs too much to be a bear — can be seen moving up a wooded slope, pausing on a fallen tree, then leaping down a slope and out of view”

Ca caw ca caw…

The last thing you expect to see when watching an eagles nest is a Bigfoot. But often these nests are in remote areas and so is Bigfoot, so they were destined to cross path eventually. I’m actually surprised we aren’t seeing more videos like this popping up.

So as I watched the video, and clearly I am no eagle cam expert, I though it was a bear immediately, because it appeared to be on all fours at first. Then as it came clearer into view it definitely appeared to be walking on two legs, but then bears do that as well.

I would love to see a full screen of this possible Bigfoot it’s hard for me to give you a well informed guess without more information. So for now I would say bear and have more information sent my way to convince me it’s a Bigfoot.

In this new age of technology we really can create anything we want to, so it’s good to be skeptical and always try to debunk first. Of course I want to believe there is a squatch in every video I’m sent, but it is just not likely to be the case.

What is your thoughts on this video? if you have any more info on this please send it along…

The best part about my day is when I’m enjoying my morning cup of coffee and planning out where to go each day. Everyday is a new adventure for me even if I go somewhere I have been before.

You never see the same area, the same way twice. Maybe you hear different sounds, your thinking different things or the season has changed, it just appears different somehow.

Each day I’m different, so my plans are never etched in stone each day.I’m easily distracted and if I find something that looks interesting I’m pulling over, and like that the day has changed. Spontaneous and always fun.

I may start out with a fixed position on my GPS, pick a place I’d like to go, but on the way I pull over here or turn onto a street that looks interesting. A woodsy looking road I’ll always go down. There are many trails in these neighborhoods that aren’t on any map and likely to be quiet.

I’ve found so many trails all over Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Connecticut and always have a quiet place to go in my back pocket if I need one. If you’re also a squatcher like myself you’ll definitely want quiet and unknown trails near the area you research, these places have been invaluable to me in the time of COVID. I’m someone who needs to be outside daily for my sanity.

Safety first…

When you’re out trail hunting and you do find some amazing place to pull over, try to make sure you’re pulling over carefully, I’ve probably done a few crazy maneuvers but I don’t recommend it. I’ve met many police officers in many different towns now and a few environmental protection officers as well. They have all been so kind but they give me a lot safety precautions and reminders so I’m trying to be less insane and not cause accidents or run in the woods without some defense against whatever.

So I so go explore the road less traveled the hidden trails etc but be safe and prepared for whatever.

And never ever, slam on the brakes and pull right over to a trial. Find a safe place to turn around. I’m working on that last part. It’s a learning curve…

On Main Street…a recap

A lot of you have read the story of my rather haunted beginnings in life. But here is a quickie recap if you are just tuning in.

No need to adjust the screen…

I lived in a haunted house on Main Street in my hometown. Right from move in day something in that house made its presence known. That first day my mother laid down in my sisters bed a second when she started feeling a gentle back rub. She thanked my dad for rubbing her back but when she opened her eyes, he wasn’t there…no one was, and that was the beginning of 20 years in hell.

The neighborhood was built on an Indian burial ground…

Fast forward to 2020, and this family may have a reunion we didn’t ask for, and most certainly don’t want.

My sister, who apparently wasn’t thinking clearly, or like what they say about childbirth, she forgot the pain of living in a haunted home when the other residents are less than thrilled you’re there. She bought a home and actually moved back within the old neighborhood cursed lines again.

After years and chats with our former neighbors we learned we were all having ghostly visitations, and like our own house guests none of them were of the friendly variety. We sisters promised ourselves and each other we would never live in or buy a haunted house. How do we know if it’s haunted? Vibes. This may sound crazy but all three of us can sense it. When we aren’t sensing anything we always say this house is clean.

She walked through the house a few times and felt it out, and she said she sensed nothing. Thought it was clean, but it was still inside the danger zone, the territory where a haunted house was likely to be.

They’re here …

My brother in law and sister inherited a cat after his mother passed. A big cat. A very big pizza eating Garfield kind of a cat. His name is Cody and I’m pretty sure he may be the only animal in history that doesn’t seem to like me. But when they were leaving to go to my family’s home in Virginia I got the job of being the cat sitter. I thought maybe we could bond…(yeah no. Didn’t happen).

So I decided to sleep on the couch, in the creepy living room that resembles the one from our old creepy home. Around one am I’m hearing all kinds of commotion upstairs, all I could think about was the movie Line, “Miss? Get out of the house now! The call is coming from inside the house!” I went up to investigate the noise and couldn’t find anything.

I texted my sister about the extra activity happening upstairs and she told me that Cody makes a lot of noise using the cat box because of his size. Really? The cat? Nope. But I brushed it off and went to sleep. Second night though? That was not that darn cat!

No way Feng Shui…

The second night I’m also laying on the couch watching a horror movie and I hear what sounds like furniture moving again, huh? Seems like Cody wasn’t liking his new floor plan. (My family is cray, the Cat has his own room…I’m not allowed in) I mean it seriously sounds like the bureau is sliding across the floor. I yelled up laughing “Hey Cody, move the bed near the window” I grabbed my phone and headed up to film the furniture moving, because I knew something was there, I felt the air charge, this house is definitely not clean anymore.

Something else changed that night too, me,I changed. I was not terrified, I was tired and annoyed. I was more thinking, “bring it on” then running away. I did text my sister to tell her her house was now haunted too. She confessed she knew but was afraid I wouldn’t stay with Cody. But I did stay, I stayed with that darn cat glaring at me and with my new hosts. It was like a breakthrough happened. No more fear, I knew I needed to take charge of this haunting, not the other way around. I also needed to have a talk with a priest about a cat, but that’s for a different blog…

Show no fear….

Living in a house with spirits takes a lot out of you mentally and physically. I Think the key is to own the haunting and show no fear, take charge of your house…