First connection with Sasquatch

Every Thursday, summers excluded because there is work to do outside, I host a small book club-like event with my mom, two aunts, and a friend. We are reading spiritual books to gain more clarity and understanding in this large domain, where many experts are popping up like mushrooms after the rain.

The initial invitation included also my cousins. I was sure that they would respond, not their moms—my aunts. I was wrong. It turns out that my cousins are not interested. Well, I guess I understand now. They are busy being young and chasing happiness and fulfillment in the world, according to society's standards. Ha! Good luck with that, my dear coussins.

Looking back in hindsight, I was guided to choose a book about Sasquatch. We read The Sasquatch Message to Humanity: Conversations with Elder Kamooh, book 1. Now we are on book 2. In a nutshell, Sasquatch exists; they are highly evolved, multidimensional beings, guardians of the Earth and older brothers. They are also devestated to witness what we are doing to Mother Earth, under the subversive influence of the lowerlords, who are implementing uncivilization masking as civilization.

I was reading the end of chapter four when I first noticed that my voice started to shake a bit under the influence of intense chunks of sadness going through my being. I tried to shake it off because men are not supposed to get emotional over silly things like reading a book. And I was also on camera. Evidence!! Although I have some experience in that department, one time I cried like a little boy in front of total strangers. On camera! But that is another story.

A 300-year-old sasquatch named Bolo'Bolo was describing how a female elder named Wohola, thousands of years old, was getting ready to cut her silver cord, which is en euphuism for death. Her body was old, and she does not want to experience the sadness and pain that Mother Earth and animals are going through because humanity has retarted. She was also expecting things to get worse and did not want to be a part of it.

At this point, I was doing my best to push away the intense and sudden waves of sadness. Then Bolo'Bolo began to describe how he was throwing trees at bulldozers who were showing no respect. It reminds me of that scene in Avatar where Jake lost his cool and smashed a camera. He felt sorry for that and thanked the scribe/chaneller of the book for giving him back hope for humanity.

At this point, the sadness became so intense that I had to stop reading. My aunts started giving me feedback that they don't hear me read anymore. They did not see the tears in my eyes. I guess the video was to small because I was sharing my translated text with them on Zoom. I awkwardly explained that I cannot read anymore because I am feeling intense sadness.

Emotions scare my family, so they kindly offered me an opportunity to stop. I took it and we said goodbye, leaving everybody wondering what happened. I started to feel more and cry more. I knew that the sadness was not mine and I suspected I was tapping into their emotions. Little bursts of crying and stopping continued for the next 10–15 minutes. I tried to escape it by starting to make myself a smoothie. Genius move!

It did not help. I just wanted to avoid the feelings on some level. Many thoughts were running through my head, but not all mine. It became weird when I "heard" repeatedly the gentle thought, "Hello, Mitch!". Why would I say hello to myself while crying? Because it was not me. Many things were shared. I don't remember much anymore except that this connection was also one of the reasons I moved to Canada.

I was sad and cranky the whole afternoon, and I wondered about the experience. Lisa did not know what happened. Knowing that something was wrong, she sat close to me. At some point, she jumped to the glass door. She claimed that the alien, whom I named Bluey after he visited me a couple years ago, quickly ran through the backyard. I thought she was making it up and trying to cheer me up.

After that, I asked her if she could tune in to what happened without giving her any details. Ah, the left-brain doubt. Killer of the soul. She confirmed the sasquatch and gave me a lot of information. They were happy that the connection was made in hopes that I would begin speaking about their plight to humanity because they cannot do it for themselves. I was asked the same thing by the whales. She said there were two sasquatch beings. An older female named something like Hila and a younger male. It felt right.

Now what? Well, we will see.