"Spring... makes everything young except man," said Jean Paul Friedrich (1763-1825).
Who would have thought that 251 years later (2014) he was accurate in his assumption. Just the sight of a single bright yellow Dandelion flower in a sea of manicured green grass can turn a man's hair gray before summer. He'll waste much green money fighting this pretty weed flower that has so many cheerful and useful purposes besides trying to kill it, because he wants the perfect lawn - no weeds. Man gets his dander flying faster than a speeding bullet and wants that beautiful flower eradicated from his eyesight. One perky flower is all it takes for herbicide men to start spreading weed killers to appease the homeowners disgust.
To children the tall yellow flowers are picked and presented to mothers - the first spring bouquets of their love. It's the only flower children can rightfully pick without being scolded. Mom's should put them in a flower vase and not empty peanut butter jars. A dandelion flower keeps mom young, too, when she's been cooped up in the house during our longer than normal winter.
Spring finally arrived in Michigan on April 23rd in the bright afternoon sun with the blossoming of Forsythia flowers. Our 114 inch snowfall is but a bad memory of a hard winter of numbing cold and deep snow. Before I continue I'm going to let George Santayana, the Spanish-born philosopher and poet who spent many years at Harvard (1889-1911) and Oxford explain what sets in motion "Spring."
When Santayana came into a sizable legacy, he relinquished his post on the Harvard faculty. His classroom was packed for his final appearance and Santayana in true passion did himself proud. He was concluding his remarks when outside the window he saw a Forsythia beginning to bloom in a patch of muddy snow. His speech stopped abruptly. His eyes were fixed upon the yellow blossoms and he stooped down and picked up his hat, gloves and walking stick and walked towards the door. There he turned around and said, "Gentlemen," he said softly, "I shall not be able to finish that last sentence. I have just discovered I have an appointment with April." It's called Spring.
Albert Einstein, the German-born physicist was teaching class when he spotted a bright Forsythia blooming outside the classroom window. He stopped lecturing on mathematical formulas just long enough to pick up his hat and coat, opened the window, turned around and sat on the window ledge and bid his students goodbye. He had a date with Spring.
I guess sometimes we've just got to act a little bit crazy and stop our merry-go-round lives and enjoy the sights and fragrances on the first day of Spring. It makes mankind act irresponsible, but it resets his course for a new beginning.
As the warming sun increases ground temperatures new Dandelion greens are appearing and bud formations are setting, and I say, "Oh, the perils of men spotting shark tooth Dandelion greens in his perfect luxury lawn." He knows what will happen. His blood boils at the first sight of yellow.
Wow! Homeowners go practically insane and as nuts they'll expound volumes to the herbicide men that what they apply isn't working. What most men don't understand is that there are three different species of Dandelions that bloom from April to November and no other weeds will grow next to it. This weed exudes ethylene gas that discourages other weeds from growing next to them. Kill them only lets other undesirables take their place if they don't remove the plant. It's a vicious cycle to keep a lawn of green in Spring.
The "Yellows of Spring" are here and that includes Daffodils (Lent Lily), Tulips and Marsh Marigolds (Elkslip-favorite food of elk-only), Forsythias and Dandelions (Priest's-crown). The later is the scourge of over obsessive men like our Pastor VanderWest who dislikes, I should say, hates the most beautiful flower God created. I've been known to pick a Dandelion stalk with flower and place it under his windshield wiper. I just can't help myself. My halo still flickers. If he were a cat his back would bristle at the sight or feel of a Dandelion flower under his feet. (to be continued).
Friday, April 25, 2014
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
One Pair of Hands - In Memory of Keith Eadie
Keith Eadie of Rockford, MI had one pair of hands, but had no eyes to see. He could play an acoustical guitar for those in the audience attending the Tuesday mornings "Country Gospel" in the Rockford Ambulance Barn community room. Although blind he could play just about any song with the exception of Ghost Riders in the Sky as sung by Sons of Pioneers and Planet Texas by Kenny Rodgers. These were my favorite songs and it wasn't that he couldn't, but he loved pick n' playin' classic old country and gospel songs. Keith's sudden death from a massive heart attack in early February stunned his friends young and old.
You see, Keith was a member of the Rogue River Band. He, with George Rollenhagen, Ray Eadie and Deb Eadie and associates traveled around playing music at various venues each week. Like most musicians they had to practice songs before they raised roofs. His mother, Karen, drove him around to various musical functions and Keith sat in his chair and enjoyed the Sunday evening concerts down in the Rockford Park near the dam. A church member saw him sitting one night and they invited him up to play a tune on one of their guitars. His blind white stick he carried on his waist, but on a hot night in July 2013 the lead guitarist came off stage and led him by the arm to the stage. Keith always wore a smile no matter what he was doing and he always would welcome you to wherever he was pickin'.
Keith was an approachable man and quick to crack a smile or joke. It was a sad couple of weeks after he passed away, but Keith loved the Lord and he enjoyed what little of life he never saw. I didn't know much about Keith, but a few evenings I sat beside him in the park and he never complained about his lot in life. He was always upbeat and thankful for good ham radio and musical friends.
He was happy serving the Lord and providing music to anyone who would sit down and listen. He had one pair of hands to play the guitar and mandolin. Often times he wore both instruments at the ambulance barn and for Flo's Country & Gospel Jamboree just south of Big Rapids in August 2012 & 2013. He played nearly every song for nearly four hours along with up to 24 other guitarists, mandolins players with accordions and harmonicas all joining in the musical celebrations of life.
It was quite the show hearing this many musicians playing together. The country gospel music flowed out across Rodgers Pond and Dam across the road and no doubt the sound carried down the Muskegon River valley several miles. He could sure pack away the food and musical notes.
One Tuesday morning several weeks after his death the Rogue River Band and associates were playing "One Pair of Hands" when at 10:08 a.m. the wind stopped to visit. Nobody can see the wind, we could hear it and we can see the effects the winds footprint leaves on grass, sand, trees, but especially water, window curtains and yes, even doors.
The ambulance door opened wide to bright sunshine and Ray Eadie said, "Welcome" and in walked the spirit of Keith who came to visit. I'd like to think that Keith came inside to visit his old haunt to check up on the gang that listened to his music for years. He walked down the aisles looking into the faces of those he never saw and he saw they were happy. He was raised up on the wings of eagles.
Seven minutes later at 10:15, the door opened again, but only half way. His spirit scooted out, but returned at 10:55. The door opened wider and the third time I closed it. It'd be nice to think he found his old friend Ron Pine, who was the band leader for many years. Ron died several years ago. Maybe their spirits walked down opposite aisles and noted they had indeed left footprints for others to follow and were born to ride the winds of eternity and then at exactly 11:08 a.m. the door gently opened and they left knowing the band lives on in their memory. Both were riding the winds of time "On Happy Trails."
Both are now resting in "One Pair of Hands."
You see, Keith was a member of the Rogue River Band. He, with George Rollenhagen, Ray Eadie and Deb Eadie and associates traveled around playing music at various venues each week. Like most musicians they had to practice songs before they raised roofs. His mother, Karen, drove him around to various musical functions and Keith sat in his chair and enjoyed the Sunday evening concerts down in the Rockford Park near the dam. A church member saw him sitting one night and they invited him up to play a tune on one of their guitars. His blind white stick he carried on his waist, but on a hot night in July 2013 the lead guitarist came off stage and led him by the arm to the stage. Keith always wore a smile no matter what he was doing and he always would welcome you to wherever he was pickin'.
Keith was an approachable man and quick to crack a smile or joke. It was a sad couple of weeks after he passed away, but Keith loved the Lord and he enjoyed what little of life he never saw. I didn't know much about Keith, but a few evenings I sat beside him in the park and he never complained about his lot in life. He was always upbeat and thankful for good ham radio and musical friends.
He was happy serving the Lord and providing music to anyone who would sit down and listen. He had one pair of hands to play the guitar and mandolin. Often times he wore both instruments at the ambulance barn and for Flo's Country & Gospel Jamboree just south of Big Rapids in August 2012 & 2013. He played nearly every song for nearly four hours along with up to 24 other guitarists, mandolins players with accordions and harmonicas all joining in the musical celebrations of life.
It was quite the show hearing this many musicians playing together. The country gospel music flowed out across Rodgers Pond and Dam across the road and no doubt the sound carried down the Muskegon River valley several miles. He could sure pack away the food and musical notes.
One Tuesday morning several weeks after his death the Rogue River Band and associates were playing "One Pair of Hands" when at 10:08 a.m. the wind stopped to visit. Nobody can see the wind, we could hear it and we can see the effects the winds footprint leaves on grass, sand, trees, but especially water, window curtains and yes, even doors.
The ambulance door opened wide to bright sunshine and Ray Eadie said, "Welcome" and in walked the spirit of Keith who came to visit. I'd like to think that Keith came inside to visit his old haunt to check up on the gang that listened to his music for years. He walked down the aisles looking into the faces of those he never saw and he saw they were happy. He was raised up on the wings of eagles.
Seven minutes later at 10:15, the door opened again, but only half way. His spirit scooted out, but returned at 10:55. The door opened wider and the third time I closed it. It'd be nice to think he found his old friend Ron Pine, who was the band leader for many years. Ron died several years ago. Maybe their spirits walked down opposite aisles and noted they had indeed left footprints for others to follow and were born to ride the winds of eternity and then at exactly 11:08 a.m. the door gently opened and they left knowing the band lives on in their memory. Both were riding the winds of time "On Happy Trails."
Both are now resting in "One Pair of Hands."
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Mark Twain vs. Abe Lincoln
Mark Twain (Sameul Langhorne Clemens -1835-1910), the American humorists, writer, lecturer and steamboat Captain on the Mississippi River and Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865) shared something in common. Both were plagued with bad dreams about impending tragedies.
Mark Twain always kept pen and paper on the table next to his bed. Often he woke in the middle of the night to jot down something in his dreams. His best ideas for Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Fin originated from bed, but his dreams carried messages that were not always pleasant, but still he wrote one down in particular. You could say he had a prophetic dream one night that caused him great anxiety and concern.
In the dream he saw the body of his brother Henry Clemens laid out in a burial casket with white flowers on his breast with a single red rose in the center. Mark was terrified and was convinced that he was dead, but reality struck with great relief.
He had a dream he couldn't shake - something wasn't right. It wasn't. Had he a premonition in his sleep about an impending tragedy about to happen.
Twain the following day received a telegram that said his brother was killed inside the boiler room of a steamboat near Memphis, Tennessee. Twain traveled to Memphis and found where his brother reposed. He stood in front of the casket and to his relief there were no flowers. He sighed, the dream was only half true. Suddenly a woman appeared at the door and walked towards the casket carrying a bouquet of white flowers with one red rose at the center and laid it on Henry's breast.
Was his dream a warning about his brother's destiny. Was he visited by an angel in his dream to prepare him for the imminent loss of a family member. Was this prophecy or just coincidence. He wasn't sure.
When Twain was born in November 1835 Halley's comet streaked across the dark night sky. His dreams suggested he would die when Halley's comet returned in April 1910. As the comet with a 500-mile long tail blazed across the night sky Mark Twain did indeed die in April 1910. Did he have a premonition when he would die?
Abraham Lincoln, the 16th President of the United States (1861-1865) experienced the same. Although born in a log cabin he self educated himself and became a backwoods lawyer and at age 36 (1847) entered Congress as a Representative from Illinois. Fourteen years later (1861) he became President in one of the most turbulent and violent Civil War - state against states to abolish slavery once and for all. Like many before him who walked the halls of the White House he couldn't escape bad dreams, the emotional feelings that something bad might happen. His destiny was being written in his sleep and he talked about the dream he had to several others.
In his dream he was walking through the silent White House toward the sounds of sobbing. As he walked into the East Room he was confronted by the sight of a catafalque (coffin) covered in black. He as if in Spirit form asked the guard on duty who was dead?
"The President," said the soldier.
Lincoln and Twain had premonitions about their destiny. They didn't alter their lives. They stayed on track, but it is sometimes difficult to stay on that path and not change course when thinking about our demise. Premonitions are warnings about the destinies of ourselves and others. When tragedy strikes - we don't know, but we should pay heed to the perils of man.
Yesterday I had just finished my blogs on Bigfoot; Living Legends in North America when a premonition struck. Looking at all the sticky notes taped to the bottom of my iMac I stared at a blank screen. Lots of names and telephone numbers, but one in particular seemed to have a heart beat and I had a premonition earlier that morning he would call when I finished my blog, the phone would ring. It did. Almost instantaneous the caller ID confirmed it. This was my first contact with the man. Premonitions come and we can't escape. The emotions and feelings are real.
Prophecy, coincidences, forewarnings or destiny?
We all share a common destiny whether good or bad, saved or sinner, religious or evil. We are responsible for our own ultimate destiny.
When was the last time you had a bad dream? Think about the premonitions in life. We can't escape bad dreams. They are an part of our living destiny.
Mark Twain always kept pen and paper on the table next to his bed. Often he woke in the middle of the night to jot down something in his dreams. His best ideas for Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Fin originated from bed, but his dreams carried messages that were not always pleasant, but still he wrote one down in particular. You could say he had a prophetic dream one night that caused him great anxiety and concern.
In the dream he saw the body of his brother Henry Clemens laid out in a burial casket with white flowers on his breast with a single red rose in the center. Mark was terrified and was convinced that he was dead, but reality struck with great relief.
He had a dream he couldn't shake - something wasn't right. It wasn't. Had he a premonition in his sleep about an impending tragedy about to happen.
Twain the following day received a telegram that said his brother was killed inside the boiler room of a steamboat near Memphis, Tennessee. Twain traveled to Memphis and found where his brother reposed. He stood in front of the casket and to his relief there were no flowers. He sighed, the dream was only half true. Suddenly a woman appeared at the door and walked towards the casket carrying a bouquet of white flowers with one red rose at the center and laid it on Henry's breast.
Was his dream a warning about his brother's destiny. Was he visited by an angel in his dream to prepare him for the imminent loss of a family member. Was this prophecy or just coincidence. He wasn't sure.
When Twain was born in November 1835 Halley's comet streaked across the dark night sky. His dreams suggested he would die when Halley's comet returned in April 1910. As the comet with a 500-mile long tail blazed across the night sky Mark Twain did indeed die in April 1910. Did he have a premonition when he would die?
Abraham Lincoln, the 16th President of the United States (1861-1865) experienced the same. Although born in a log cabin he self educated himself and became a backwoods lawyer and at age 36 (1847) entered Congress as a Representative from Illinois. Fourteen years later (1861) he became President in one of the most turbulent and violent Civil War - state against states to abolish slavery once and for all. Like many before him who walked the halls of the White House he couldn't escape bad dreams, the emotional feelings that something bad might happen. His destiny was being written in his sleep and he talked about the dream he had to several others.
In his dream he was walking through the silent White House toward the sounds of sobbing. As he walked into the East Room he was confronted by the sight of a catafalque (coffin) covered in black. He as if in Spirit form asked the guard on duty who was dead?
"The President," said the soldier.
Lincoln and Twain had premonitions about their destiny. They didn't alter their lives. They stayed on track, but it is sometimes difficult to stay on that path and not change course when thinking about our demise. Premonitions are warnings about the destinies of ourselves and others. When tragedy strikes - we don't know, but we should pay heed to the perils of man.
Yesterday I had just finished my blogs on Bigfoot; Living Legends in North America when a premonition struck. Looking at all the sticky notes taped to the bottom of my iMac I stared at a blank screen. Lots of names and telephone numbers, but one in particular seemed to have a heart beat and I had a premonition earlier that morning he would call when I finished my blog, the phone would ring. It did. Almost instantaneous the caller ID confirmed it. This was my first contact with the man. Premonitions come and we can't escape. The emotions and feelings are real.
Prophecy, coincidences, forewarnings or destiny?
We all share a common destiny whether good or bad, saved or sinner, religious or evil. We are responsible for our own ultimate destiny.
When was the last time you had a bad dream? Think about the premonitions in life. We can't escape bad dreams. They are an part of our living destiny.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Bigfoot: Living Legends in North America - 9
I chose not to tell you where I saw the Sasquatch for protection of a living legend. I don't desire to see a throng of people descending on the scene hoping they spot a Sasquatch. I have great respect for some individual friends living along that road and do not want to cause any accidents. They don't need trespassers.
Like you I'm interested in Bigfoot sightings, too. Before writing this true blog I was curious about the Menominee, Michigan sightings. Watched 10 minutes of the Finding Bigfoot episode, but fell asleep during a commercial. Rats, but I could find the story Online and again the trailcam photo was grainy and blurred. It was taken by a professional hunting guide on his own property or was it a cell phone photo?
Supposedly the man with the 80-acre farm shot the fuzzy image of what he believes was a Sasquatch standing in his woods. When I studied the photo with magnification - funny I see a trespassing hunter standing in a camouflaged parka in the shadows under a dark tree canopy hoping not to be seen. The photo shows slender legs -- not the massive muscular contour associated with Sasquatches. The photo reveals no particular massive buttocks or legs below the knees - straight skinny legs.
That's how I saw it - Ranae doubted it was a bonafide Sasquatch, too. "Rejected!"
Unfortunately we can't read the minds of anyone who saw the Sasquatch. Don't underestimate what people saw. It was real to them. The "Finding Bigfoot" team listens to people who have seen a Sasquatch or Cryptid species. They try to get the information out so they know where, when and how to proceed for filming of new episodes. This is Hollywood attention without Hollywood actors. It a re-creation show.
Now my friends use stationary game trailcams lashed to trees along deer and game trails for their pleasure studying what comes onto their property west of... They can catch trespassers, too!
Their cameras take amazingly clear photos - sharp details - on dark overcast days and under cloudy daytime skies. They took excellent photos of me passing by while riding an Exmark mower. Takes me 3 hours to mow their lawn and I've had silver (gray & red) foxes and deer, even an escaped South American large monkey and escaped 5-foot Australian kangaroo run past me traveling at 12 mph over the lawn. The monkey jumped onto my roll bars late one evening - nearly scared me to death. What a hoot!
Anything is possible in Michigan. If a trailcam under trees can take sharp photos of me passing by, why so many other fuzzy images of Sasquatch. Quality of cameras might be different, but many photos are taken in low light areas - things taken in dense shadows beneath canopy tree cover - shows distortions.
Finding a Bigfoot remains illusive, but I know they exist because I've seen it in action - in the flesh just like so many other folks. Remember God created all Things - mysteries of Earth yet to be discovered. There is no excuse for killing a Sasquatch just because the FB team can't produce a visible photo. They do the right thing and don't carry guns to kill a Sasquatch just for the glory of proving the legend is real and hopefully they don't find a human inside a gorilla suit pretending to be Bigfoot. Don't be like the Texas man flapping his gums about killing a Bigfoot. Don't supply his pockets with blood money.
Hunt yes, but don't be afraid of Sasquatch.
Because the Finding Bigfoot Team haven't spotted or found the lair of Sasquatch approach this reality TV show with a possible mind. It may take many years of failed attempts to locate and uncover the truth about the mysterious sightings all across North America.
Impatient humans can't get instant gratification. Just because they seek doesn't mean you shall find. Seek and you shall find takes on a different meaning when searching for Bigfoot. It's not a sure thing.
Lest I forget - shame on those who support a $10 million Sasquatch Bounty to prove they exist. America doesn't need impatient renegade felonious killers besmirching legal and lawful gun owners.
What gives Sasquatch hunters the right to kill them for their thrill and profit?
Killing a Sasquatch only heightens a reputation as a cold blooded killer. It'll haunt them for the rest of their life and may drastically alter their planned destiny - the scum bucket murderer.
The Texas man purposely planned the premeditated murder to line his pockets with blood money or is he just saying he killed a defenseless living legend -- or is this a fraud, too. Guess he just wanted all Sasquatch lookers to know he had no law enforcement authority; license or permits to kill it. Just a selfish desire to let others see he made himself judge, jury and executioner of a living half-ape, half-human intelligent creature (hominid).
My inquiring mind would like to know from Bigfoot researchers, "Do Sasquatch hibernate or do they go south to escape the freezing cold and snow like snow bird humans?" We don't hear of sightings in the winter months?"
"As hominid creatures would they hibernate in caves or mountain shelters buried in snow?" "You have much better chances of photographing a Sasquatch than winning the PCH sweepstakes in February 2014." Odds of winning originally were 1:300,000,000 times 100 additional sales mailings trying to collect enough money to support the $1,000,000 a year forever - now that's ..... when they super size entry numbers and try to lessen lessen odds of winning -- not increase. But dream on.
You decide if Sasquatch a.k.a Bigfoot is real or science fiction borne of fertile figments of overactive paranormal imaginations?
A clear photo would be priceless.
Like you I'm interested in Bigfoot sightings, too. Before writing this true blog I was curious about the Menominee, Michigan sightings. Watched 10 minutes of the Finding Bigfoot episode, but fell asleep during a commercial. Rats, but I could find the story Online and again the trailcam photo was grainy and blurred. It was taken by a professional hunting guide on his own property or was it a cell phone photo?
Supposedly the man with the 80-acre farm shot the fuzzy image of what he believes was a Sasquatch standing in his woods. When I studied the photo with magnification - funny I see a trespassing hunter standing in a camouflaged parka in the shadows under a dark tree canopy hoping not to be seen. The photo shows slender legs -- not the massive muscular contour associated with Sasquatches. The photo reveals no particular massive buttocks or legs below the knees - straight skinny legs.
That's how I saw it - Ranae doubted it was a bonafide Sasquatch, too. "Rejected!"
Unfortunately we can't read the minds of anyone who saw the Sasquatch. Don't underestimate what people saw. It was real to them. The "Finding Bigfoot" team listens to people who have seen a Sasquatch or Cryptid species. They try to get the information out so they know where, when and how to proceed for filming of new episodes. This is Hollywood attention without Hollywood actors. It a re-creation show.
Now my friends use stationary game trailcams lashed to trees along deer and game trails for their pleasure studying what comes onto their property west of... They can catch trespassers, too!
Their cameras take amazingly clear photos - sharp details - on dark overcast days and under cloudy daytime skies. They took excellent photos of me passing by while riding an Exmark mower. Takes me 3 hours to mow their lawn and I've had silver (gray & red) foxes and deer, even an escaped South American large monkey and escaped 5-foot Australian kangaroo run past me traveling at 12 mph over the lawn. The monkey jumped onto my roll bars late one evening - nearly scared me to death. What a hoot!
Anything is possible in Michigan. If a trailcam under trees can take sharp photos of me passing by, why so many other fuzzy images of Sasquatch. Quality of cameras might be different, but many photos are taken in low light areas - things taken in dense shadows beneath canopy tree cover - shows distortions.
Finding a Bigfoot remains illusive, but I know they exist because I've seen it in action - in the flesh just like so many other folks. Remember God created all Things - mysteries of Earth yet to be discovered. There is no excuse for killing a Sasquatch just because the FB team can't produce a visible photo. They do the right thing and don't carry guns to kill a Sasquatch just for the glory of proving the legend is real and hopefully they don't find a human inside a gorilla suit pretending to be Bigfoot. Don't be like the Texas man flapping his gums about killing a Bigfoot. Don't supply his pockets with blood money.
Hunt yes, but don't be afraid of Sasquatch.
Because the Finding Bigfoot Team haven't spotted or found the lair of Sasquatch approach this reality TV show with a possible mind. It may take many years of failed attempts to locate and uncover the truth about the mysterious sightings all across North America.
Impatient humans can't get instant gratification. Just because they seek doesn't mean you shall find. Seek and you shall find takes on a different meaning when searching for Bigfoot. It's not a sure thing.
Lest I forget - shame on those who support a $10 million Sasquatch Bounty to prove they exist. America doesn't need impatient renegade felonious killers besmirching legal and lawful gun owners.
What gives Sasquatch hunters the right to kill them for their thrill and profit?
Killing a Sasquatch only heightens a reputation as a cold blooded killer. It'll haunt them for the rest of their life and may drastically alter their planned destiny - the scum bucket murderer.
The Texas man purposely planned the premeditated murder to line his pockets with blood money or is he just saying he killed a defenseless living legend -- or is this a fraud, too. Guess he just wanted all Sasquatch lookers to know he had no law enforcement authority; license or permits to kill it. Just a selfish desire to let others see he made himself judge, jury and executioner of a living half-ape, half-human intelligent creature (hominid).
My inquiring mind would like to know from Bigfoot researchers, "Do Sasquatch hibernate or do they go south to escape the freezing cold and snow like snow bird humans?" We don't hear of sightings in the winter months?"
"As hominid creatures would they hibernate in caves or mountain shelters buried in snow?" "You have much better chances of photographing a Sasquatch than winning the PCH sweepstakes in February 2014." Odds of winning originally were 1:300,000,000 times 100 additional sales mailings trying to collect enough money to support the $1,000,000 a year forever - now that's ..... when they super size entry numbers and try to lessen lessen odds of winning -- not increase. But dream on.
You decide if Sasquatch a.k.a Bigfoot is real or science fiction borne of fertile figments of overactive paranormal imaginations?
A clear photo would be priceless.
Bigfoot: Living Legends in North America - 8
"Have you ever seen a Sasquatch in Michigan or anywhere you've visited around the world, but afraid to tell?"
Michigan like the Northwest has many sightings each year, because of its dense Boreal forests and swamps only fit for bears, wolves and yes, mountain lions where men don't usually tread. The mountain lion in the Upper Peninsula was baited by two poachers from Bay City, MI who shot and killed it to prove it existed. Jerks. Michigan DNR thought it was a young one trying to establish a territory. The men were too illiterate to use a camera - a gun is faster to kill an endangered species in Michigan. They gained a reputation for killing a mountain lion. The last one killed in the Lower Peninsula was near Cannonsburg, MI in 1884.
Michigan has many wilderness areas, the perfect habitat for Sasquatch. Water is within six miles of anywhere with the exception of the Sleeping Bear Dunes on Lake Michigan and the Grand Marais Dunes off Lake Superior. Without carrying water in the dunes on a hot summer day you might die of dehydration, but both dunes offer dense forests of dark shade, too. A person never knows when they might spot a wandering Sasquatch.
I have lived in Michigan my whole life and never saw a Sasquatch until late August 2013. I've seen two separated by three days at approximately the same spot and time of day on the same county road. At first I thought it might be a person crossing the road northeast of ... (town not listed) to preserve the species, but no houses or driveways along that lonely stretch.
I was driving west approaching near the crest of a large hill when 500 feet ahead I saw behind the smaller distant hill a massive dark figure crossing behind and just below the hill crest. It had a dark massive wide upper body, square shoulders, with no apparent neck, just a large head and big swinging arms.
It surprised me coming at a fast gate out of a standing field of tall green corn and crossed the road with a loping stride (slight bob) and disappeared into a dense gully before I could come to a stop to investigate. Only saw from the waist up. It was moving fast with a 5-6' step. I couldn't stop to gawk since it was just over the crest of the hill and I might cause an accident - rear end collision. The gully led down to the creek valley (in Michigan we call them game funnels). We have lowland protection.
Not once mind you, but saw two two different evenings, (opposite directions) the sun hadn't set yet. On the third day I had to break eastbound for three deer hauling the freight across the road. Common occurrence in Michigan. We kill each other.
They were trailed by a Sasquatch traveling the same direction (north). It narrowly escaped certain death when it appeared suddenly from the same cornfield and if I'd had been two seconds or less faster it would have been stuck to the grill of my new truck. I could have killed this walking legend instantly at 55 mph upon collision.
I know what my flash eyes saw and mind's eye recorded for flashback nightmares, but this time I saw the creature instantly at the same spot. My heart rate doubled instantly. Couldn't mistake the loping massive size of upper hairy body, wide head and long swaying arm gate. I stopped several hundred feet beyond - it startled me and I could feel and see my neck veins beating hard. I turned around and slowly went back for a look see. Nothing.
A week later I was driving this same stretch of road when off in the distance another car was headed east with its headlights on low beam, then snapped on and off several times the high beams and began swerving into my lane. When I came over the smaller hill (same spot) from my two previous sightings the car was stopped in my lane. The driver was outside and he dancing wildly. The trembling man stood at front of car motioning the size of what crossed the road as he approached the scene (tall and massive). His body language showed definite excitement.
A week later I asked an acquaintance if Sasquatch exist and he told he met a visibly shaken man who claimed he saw a Sasquatch crossing a hilly road east of... When someone else sees it at the same spot described I knew my mind was sane. I kept my sighting secret until I had reasonable proof someone else saw it, too. No paper photo - except a mind's eye photo. (continued)
Michigan like the Northwest has many sightings each year, because of its dense Boreal forests and swamps only fit for bears, wolves and yes, mountain lions where men don't usually tread. The mountain lion in the Upper Peninsula was baited by two poachers from Bay City, MI who shot and killed it to prove it existed. Jerks. Michigan DNR thought it was a young one trying to establish a territory. The men were too illiterate to use a camera - a gun is faster to kill an endangered species in Michigan. They gained a reputation for killing a mountain lion. The last one killed in the Lower Peninsula was near Cannonsburg, MI in 1884.
Michigan has many wilderness areas, the perfect habitat for Sasquatch. Water is within six miles of anywhere with the exception of the Sleeping Bear Dunes on Lake Michigan and the Grand Marais Dunes off Lake Superior. Without carrying water in the dunes on a hot summer day you might die of dehydration, but both dunes offer dense forests of dark shade, too. A person never knows when they might spot a wandering Sasquatch.
I have lived in Michigan my whole life and never saw a Sasquatch until late August 2013. I've seen two separated by three days at approximately the same spot and time of day on the same county road. At first I thought it might be a person crossing the road northeast of ... (town not listed) to preserve the species, but no houses or driveways along that lonely stretch.
I was driving west approaching near the crest of a large hill when 500 feet ahead I saw behind the smaller distant hill a massive dark figure crossing behind and just below the hill crest. It had a dark massive wide upper body, square shoulders, with no apparent neck, just a large head and big swinging arms.
It surprised me coming at a fast gate out of a standing field of tall green corn and crossed the road with a loping stride (slight bob) and disappeared into a dense gully before I could come to a stop to investigate. Only saw from the waist up. It was moving fast with a 5-6' step. I couldn't stop to gawk since it was just over the crest of the hill and I might cause an accident - rear end collision. The gully led down to the creek valley (in Michigan we call them game funnels). We have lowland protection.
Not once mind you, but saw two two different evenings, (opposite directions) the sun hadn't set yet. On the third day I had to break eastbound for three deer hauling the freight across the road. Common occurrence in Michigan. We kill each other.
They were trailed by a Sasquatch traveling the same direction (north). It narrowly escaped certain death when it appeared suddenly from the same cornfield and if I'd had been two seconds or less faster it would have been stuck to the grill of my new truck. I could have killed this walking legend instantly at 55 mph upon collision.
I know what my flash eyes saw and mind's eye recorded for flashback nightmares, but this time I saw the creature instantly at the same spot. My heart rate doubled instantly. Couldn't mistake the loping massive size of upper hairy body, wide head and long swaying arm gate. I stopped several hundred feet beyond - it startled me and I could feel and see my neck veins beating hard. I turned around and slowly went back for a look see. Nothing.
A week later I was driving this same stretch of road when off in the distance another car was headed east with its headlights on low beam, then snapped on and off several times the high beams and began swerving into my lane. When I came over the smaller hill (same spot) from my two previous sightings the car was stopped in my lane. The driver was outside and he dancing wildly. The trembling man stood at front of car motioning the size of what crossed the road as he approached the scene (tall and massive). His body language showed definite excitement.
A week later I asked an acquaintance if Sasquatch exist and he told he met a visibly shaken man who claimed he saw a Sasquatch crossing a hilly road east of... When someone else sees it at the same spot described I knew my mind was sane. I kept my sighting secret until I had reasonable proof someone else saw it, too. No paper photo - except a mind's eye photo. (continued)
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Bigfoot: Living Legends in North America - 7
Bobo no doubt loves to scream and mimic a Sasquatch. Some nights he sounds good and other screams not so much. No practiced continuity. Any screams returning at night could be foxes, coyotes, wolves and mountain lions protecting their territory or trying to hone in on Bobo's screams or on smaller game animals distress calls.
Screams from bobcats, lynx and mountain lions on dark nights afield can make the human skin crawl on the most experienced hunters or anyone close enough to hear them. Animals know the difference between humans and predators. Rabbits when caught by coyotes or owls scream so loud they sound like a young human child or baby being tortured. The screams from a Sasquatch wouldn't be any different - the type of scream is only understood by them - not man.
If ape-men do exist they can hear the FB screamers chatting afterwards like chipmunks on steroids. The only reason the team stays were it was reportedly seen or heard is because ape-men are like humans and they take the same routes and it could be a place where it'll appear again.
Sasquatches in America have done an amazing job remaining hidden from man despite their sudden unexplained appearances. I don't believe I've ever heard someone say they repeatedly saw it twice in one week? I must be an anomaly for I have seen a Sasquatch twice in three days. Not now, read on to find where I buried my sighting. I'm getting better at baiting, too.
As I understand Sasquatch inhabit dense forests, brushy canyons and cross roads and highways of lesser travel many times in early evenings. They favor brush to brush near corners that interconnect woodlots and dense fence rows where if seen it can disappear fast. They inhabit watershed areas where water and shelter offer security and abundant food: meat and vegetarian matter. Humans and animals require the same.
What I find incredible is that with all the advanced digital thermal photography and GPS we can't get a good clear photo. The photos are so blurred and grainy. Surveillance cameras have been around from the Civil War days, but we still get grainy, fuzzy images of bank robbers and Sasquatch sightings. The Texas' man's photo of the Sasquatch was blurred. Why?
Try the lack of sunlight - shadowy visitors. Sasquatch are smarter than man. Hiding to them is an art!
Could it be the individuals were nervous see a living legend in their midst? Could it be shaking hand movements the cause of fuzzy photos? Scared, huh? If you doubt and continually rub your eyes, but can't shake the image branded in your mind's eye maybe you should get a CAT Scan or MRI before you announce to friends, family and the FB team you saw a Sasquatch. (continued)
Screams from bobcats, lynx and mountain lions on dark nights afield can make the human skin crawl on the most experienced hunters or anyone close enough to hear them. Animals know the difference between humans and predators. Rabbits when caught by coyotes or owls scream so loud they sound like a young human child or baby being tortured. The screams from a Sasquatch wouldn't be any different - the type of scream is only understood by them - not man.
If ape-men do exist they can hear the FB screamers chatting afterwards like chipmunks on steroids. The only reason the team stays were it was reportedly seen or heard is because ape-men are like humans and they take the same routes and it could be a place where it'll appear again.
Sasquatches in America have done an amazing job remaining hidden from man despite their sudden unexplained appearances. I don't believe I've ever heard someone say they repeatedly saw it twice in one week? I must be an anomaly for I have seen a Sasquatch twice in three days. Not now, read on to find where I buried my sighting. I'm getting better at baiting, too.
As I understand Sasquatch inhabit dense forests, brushy canyons and cross roads and highways of lesser travel many times in early evenings. They favor brush to brush near corners that interconnect woodlots and dense fence rows where if seen it can disappear fast. They inhabit watershed areas where water and shelter offer security and abundant food: meat and vegetarian matter. Humans and animals require the same.
What I find incredible is that with all the advanced digital thermal photography and GPS we can't get a good clear photo. The photos are so blurred and grainy. Surveillance cameras have been around from the Civil War days, but we still get grainy, fuzzy images of bank robbers and Sasquatch sightings. The Texas' man's photo of the Sasquatch was blurred. Why?
Try the lack of sunlight - shadowy visitors. Sasquatch are smarter than man. Hiding to them is an art!
Could it be the individuals were nervous see a living legend in their midst? Could it be shaking hand movements the cause of fuzzy photos? Scared, huh? If you doubt and continually rub your eyes, but can't shake the image branded in your mind's eye maybe you should get a CAT Scan or MRI before you announce to friends, family and the FB team you saw a Sasquatch. (continued)
Bigfoot: Living Legends in North America - 6
Finding Bigfoot searchers seem to enjoy snapping twigs and thumping trees believing that this is how sasquatch communicate with each other. As an experienced woodsman I can attest that branches crack and fall to the forest floor for seemingly no sound reason. Trees snap, too, long after storms pass. Brittle or stressed trees by drought also snap.
Let the Sasquatch snap sticks and small saplings, but if man does so as hunter everything for a half-mile knows a predator lurks and they take warning. Disturb any birds or woodchucks they know exactly where you are. The bigfoot group also use infrared or thermal imaging cameras, but they seriously need to upgrade and carry some listening devices, too. Human ears aren't that great for listening. The idea all they have to do is hike into remote areas at night and break sticks, thump tree trunks and scream heebie-jeebies ranks right up there as fanaticism or many marbles short of fully loaded mind. Different yowlings followed by chuckling humans must cause the Sasquatch to run away.
The two groups of two tromp around on dark nights and talk too much amongst themselves. The hills are alive with their jocularity. The fragrances of BBQ rib smoke spill into the forests, up valleys, over mountains ridges, but human body odors carry on the same winds making it less likely they will encounter a Sasquatch for the TV cameras. All filming made for TV audiences (why so many think the show is bogus or fraud. Who says the ape-men can't smell them? To hear humans they probably listen to nature around them and go the opposite way.
Most eyewitnesses claim the creature appears to them in low light areas, the shadows and appear as half-man, half-ape standing 6-10' tall with a massive forward leaning body, with heavy buttocks, legs and arms that sway. The massive head seems to have no visible neck.
Now just because the Finding Bigfoot team hasn't found or seen one means pessimists like Ranae find it difficult to believe what saw. But, didn't you once believe in Santa Clause? Just because you've never seen him come down the chimney, expand the fireplace and pop out doesn't mean he never existed. That's the principal behind Finding Bigfoot. You've got to become a possibility thinker and give Bigfoot a chance to redeem the legend as real or hoax.
The idea you can walk thru dense forests and brush talking at night with a wandering dog is the way to never find a Sasquatch. Snapping a photo of one is the fastest way to prove that Finding Bigfoot isn't a fraud or just Hollywood entertainment. Just realize there may be different species of Bigfoots in your area, but at least don't kill them to prove they exist.
God created everything on Earth and He ultimately gave ape-men enough smarts to outwit more intelligent humans. Voices at night cover great distance - beyond human ears - sound carries miles across the landscapes.
The tandem screams are not the same pitch and any self-preservationist Sasquatch know its probably a pesky human trying to mimic their language. The listen for returning echoes and if by chance hope to hear a Sasquatch answer. Dream on. If chickadees and Tufted Titmouses (birds) can't be fooled by human tunes why shouldn't a Sasquatch not know who is real.
During each episode the audiences at home sitting around the TV intently listen and then one softly says, "Did you hear that?" They point the thermal imaging camera in the direction they heard something only to see deer, goats, coyotes and mountain lions, etc., then they bait us and cut to a commercial like TV meteorologists with, "In a few moments we'll give you the latest weather information you need to know." (continued)
Let the Sasquatch snap sticks and small saplings, but if man does so as hunter everything for a half-mile knows a predator lurks and they take warning. Disturb any birds or woodchucks they know exactly where you are. The bigfoot group also use infrared or thermal imaging cameras, but they seriously need to upgrade and carry some listening devices, too. Human ears aren't that great for listening. The idea all they have to do is hike into remote areas at night and break sticks, thump tree trunks and scream heebie-jeebies ranks right up there as fanaticism or many marbles short of fully loaded mind. Different yowlings followed by chuckling humans must cause the Sasquatch to run away.
The two groups of two tromp around on dark nights and talk too much amongst themselves. The hills are alive with their jocularity. The fragrances of BBQ rib smoke spill into the forests, up valleys, over mountains ridges, but human body odors carry on the same winds making it less likely they will encounter a Sasquatch for the TV cameras. All filming made for TV audiences (why so many think the show is bogus or fraud. Who says the ape-men can't smell them? To hear humans they probably listen to nature around them and go the opposite way.
Most eyewitnesses claim the creature appears to them in low light areas, the shadows and appear as half-man, half-ape standing 6-10' tall with a massive forward leaning body, with heavy buttocks, legs and arms that sway. The massive head seems to have no visible neck.
Now just because the Finding Bigfoot team hasn't found or seen one means pessimists like Ranae find it difficult to believe what saw. But, didn't you once believe in Santa Clause? Just because you've never seen him come down the chimney, expand the fireplace and pop out doesn't mean he never existed. That's the principal behind Finding Bigfoot. You've got to become a possibility thinker and give Bigfoot a chance to redeem the legend as real or hoax.
The idea you can walk thru dense forests and brush talking at night with a wandering dog is the way to never find a Sasquatch. Snapping a photo of one is the fastest way to prove that Finding Bigfoot isn't a fraud or just Hollywood entertainment. Just realize there may be different species of Bigfoots in your area, but at least don't kill them to prove they exist.
God created everything on Earth and He ultimately gave ape-men enough smarts to outwit more intelligent humans. Voices at night cover great distance - beyond human ears - sound carries miles across the landscapes.
The tandem screams are not the same pitch and any self-preservationist Sasquatch know its probably a pesky human trying to mimic their language. The listen for returning echoes and if by chance hope to hear a Sasquatch answer. Dream on. If chickadees and Tufted Titmouses (birds) can't be fooled by human tunes why shouldn't a Sasquatch not know who is real.
During each episode the audiences at home sitting around the TV intently listen and then one softly says, "Did you hear that?" They point the thermal imaging camera in the direction they heard something only to see deer, goats, coyotes and mountain lions, etc., then they bait us and cut to a commercial like TV meteorologists with, "In a few moments we'll give you the latest weather information you need to know." (continued)
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