Written by awneitsch on November 22, 2022

Sasquatch And Me

Motorcycle Vapors . Social Studies

If there ever was an idea or phenomenon that captured the distracted imagination of western culture, it has to be the emergence, from the mysterious deep dark woods of course, of Sasquatch. It was the questioning of one’s place on the earth and in the universe that gave birth to the concept that perhaps humankind is not exclusive within the cosmos. Whether formed as an existentialist question – ‘Are we alone in the universe?’, or as a bold statement – ‘We are not alone in the universe’, peoplekind have been willing to believe the very idea that there is something or someone out there besides the Godhead or the Divine or the vast nothingness of Atheist or Agnostic ideology. If there is no God, there must be something else!

Enter the possibility of extraterrestrial visitation and influence, Area 51, alien abductions, time travel, black space holiness, the Kennedys, Clintons, the Epsteins and the deep state MK Ultra, NASA hoaxes, 9/11, the Lizard Illuminati, Tartaria, Atlantis, ghost stories and the paranormal, chemtrails, Denver Airport, Freemasonry, The Illuminati, The Clintons, Pizza Gate, Terraforming, Geoengineering, False Flag Umpteens, and Bilderberg Deep State Child Trafficking Buggery etc. Keep in mind that most conspiracy theories aren’t actually theories but based in varying degrees of truth…except for those that were Clinton’d.

Consider that at least some parts of the earth are actually flat.

Who knew?

Another true conspiracy theory involves the mainstream media that controls the narrative on what is and isn’t a conspiracy. Consider that current world events are rooted in years and years of careful planning and action by elite oligarchs and globalists to ultimately achieve a one world government over a drastically reduced population using trans-humanist technology and biological warfare to commit the greatest final solution genocide in human history.

The only difference between conspiracy and truth is time….and perseverance.

You want conspiracy?

You are living in it.

“Everything is plausible.” – Howard

Words to live and die by.

Sasquatch or Bigfoot is known by many titles with many different cultures although the name Bigfoot is generally attributed to the mountainous Western region of North America. The common name Sasquatch comes from the Salish, ‘Sasquits’, while the Algonquin of the north-central region of the continent refer to a Witiko or Wendigo. Other nations tell of a large, evasive creature much like a man but imbued with special powers and characteristics. Their greatest power is invisibility. Apparently. And then there is Yeti too. I learned about Yeti while doing crossword puzzles.

Good good.

But yet there is no talk of the existence of the female of the species…or offspring. How many are there?

Do they reproduce?

Do they live in deep bush or mountain condos?

Beyond anecdotal and sketchy physical evidence of the existence of these man beasts there are no recorded encounters of a meeting of man and man beast. Surely the advances in technology, shrinking habitat, overpopulation and the passage of time should have helped reveal irrefutable proof that these beings exist.

Nope.

Until recently.

On October 7, 2022, while on a barely legal, subversive, evasive motorcycle trip to Alaska, I had need to stop in a middle of a nowhere bush road to relieve my bladder. While midstream, I heard some rustling and twigs cracking behind me. There was a sudden smell of mouldy hockey bag, cattle feedlot and wet dog, with a hint of Portland or San Francisco. A deep gravelly voice said, in clear English,

It – “Hey there. Don’t be alarmed, don’t be afraid. You can put your arms down”

Me – “Finish peeing?”

It – “Of course”

Me – “Thanks”

I zipped up thinking ‘why bother, I’m dead.’ Turning and running into the dense bush didn’t seem wise.

It – “Close your eyes, turn around and open them.”

I closed my eyes and turned around expecting a bullet and opened my eyes, not believing them. I saw a large hairy, manlike creature. It stood about eight feet tall. It had an enormous shaggy head and large hands and feet.

I had to pee again.

My bowels rumbled.

It looked something like this.

I did not die.

Me – “Hi”

It – “You okay?”

Me – “Is this real?”

It – “Fraid so, my name is Bill. What’s yours?

Me – “Al, from Airdrie.”

Bill – “Nice bike. You’re right to fly that flag upside down.”

Me – “Um”

Bill – “You’re still in shock. I understand. I saw you back around Donnelly. You looked pretty cold and wet. Say, you got anymore of that Beaver Buzz stuff? It smelled pretty good.”

Bill must have been following me. He must have seen me pounding back that Beaver Buzz Citrus energy drink. It’s loaded with Dam Good ingredients and some that are not so good.

Caffeine Amount – 178 mg per can

Calories – 240 per can

It is a non drowsy fix between meals.

Great for washing down beef jerky, Lara Bars and trail mix.

So I dug out a Beaver Buzz Citrus, walked over and handed it over to Bill who sits down cross legged and pops the top. He sniffs and sips his way through the whole can and passes the empty back to me.

Bill – “You re-cycle?”

Me – “Ten cents is ten cents.”

Bill – “Indeed. You’re being very calm.”

Me – “It’s been a good trip so far. Everything is plausible. Why not you?”

Bill – “Indeed. Say, I don’t do this for everybody I meet but would you be interested in taking a little trip with me? You seem pretty cool. You are seeking. It might explain a few things. It won’t take long. Just leave everything. You’ll be back on the road in no time.”

What choice did I have?

Me – “Let’s go”.

I expected Bill to walk back into the bush with me following but he comes up, asks, “Ever see ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’, that Kubrick classic, or ‘Cosmic Zoom’?

Me – “Yup!”

Bill – “It’ll be something like that.”

Bill walked up to me, placed a hairy left hand on my right shoulder, said, “Close your eyes if you want, it won’t make any difference. You’ll see what you see.”

The trip began as a view from a mountain top, and it was as if we stepped off the edge and fell out and forward through some portal, not unlike that which Dave entered after entering the black hole in 2001- A Space Odyssey. I couldn’t see Bill but I felt his presence, could still smell him. We were seeing the same things. We zoomed through time and space and every event that inspired extra thought to determine the truth behind them. We zipped over DARPA/HAARP atmospheric research and adverse weather deployment facility, narrowly missing massive electromagnetic fields. We swooped through the gamut from the non-theoretical big bang, creation, evolution and Adam and Eve’s expulsion to Noah’s ark landing on Mount Ararat to the building of Atlantis and the pyramids, to the reality of Tartaria’s beginnings and melting mud flood concealment to Easter Island, to Lemuria and The Transhumanist Singularity. We saw the Aztec Prophecies come true, Mystic Recurrent Cataclysms and The Solar Nova of 2045 as well some quick zip flash passes through science labs that discovered free and unlimited energy and medical clinics that found cures for cancers and other illnesses – before armed security teams crashed in. We blasted through the glory days of Epstein’s island, Weinstein casting couches, pizza parlors, smuggling tunnels, Abramovich cannibal, spirit cooking parties, MSM boiler rooms, fluoride processing plants, chemtrail air bases, and alien flat earther evidence labs.

And the other Singularity.

Did I mention The Other Singularity?

Don’t forget The Other Singularity.

We saw the Mayan Predictions Of Unlucky Days and the achievement of WEF SDGs and their great undoing after The Great Re-Reset, The Great Awakening, and The Great Revenge. We saw scenes from Dante’s Inferno with the creators and enablers of The Great Reset being subjected to the everlasting tortures of hell. They were not having a good time.

Good. Good. Good.

The sense of sweeping forward motion stopped, the changing scenery went black and then to the one we were in at the point of departure, on the road, in the bush. Bill took his hand from my shoulder, said “You will remember everything but you won’t be able to talk about it”.

To anyone.

Ever.

Bill – “That bit about the cancer cures should be shared but that still has to be worked out. A lot of bad people need to die of cancer and MNRA issues before the good people can be saved. There is a cure, just not from anyone caught up in the cancer industry. It’s just that the pharmaceutical companies don’t want one, they need you sick. And all those fundraisers for cancer? A total scam. All the money goes back to Big Pharma and the administrators. Check out EBC-46. Thanks for the Beaver Buzz…and the company. Don’t give up.”

Me – “Thanks Bill. See ya maybe. How many of you are there?”

Bill – “Don’t bother looking.”

With that, Bill turned and lumbered back into the bush, the same way he came out at me.

I collected myself, re-attached my pannier, and gave myself the usual, pre-boarding pat down check.

The engine was still warm.

My wallet was missing.

No one will ever read this and I suppose this is talking about it.

What could happen?