I was accompanied by my friend Jean-Luc for this visit with the Wise Ones. We arrived in the woods during the summer heat wave and were glad to have an air-conditioned cabin to use at the Campgrounds. I was filled with anticipation and happiness to be back here where the Wise Ones live.
I immediately wrote a note for Medicine Woman and left it outside on the picnic table with a 1 lb bag of Kona coffee beans and a Cherokee beaded necklace from Jean-Luc. I had been communicating telepathically with her from Hawaii, telling her my time of arrival, hoping she was free to spend time with us. Even Jean-Luc had sat with the Medicine Woman's rock for a day, so he could attempt contact with her, before arriving at this location.
Now I believe this communication from Hawaii is unnecessary, since the Wise Ones seem to know who is in their vicinity at all times. Friends or otherwise. When we arrived at the campsite there was a beautiful shell waiting for us, all polished and sitting on our cabin deck. A nice gift for two people from Hawaii.
Jean-Luc and I put some corn into the corn
feeder hanging from the nearby tree. As we sat quietly, four deer
came cautiously, ears up, eyes watching.
The cicadas were very loud. We had even heard them from the car while driving along the highway at 65 mph! Normally, I like June Bugs, but in this setting I found them very noisy! I like quietness, where you can hear footsteps, distance howls and stick clapping. Jean-Luc caught a cicada and put it next to my ear. It made a shrill prolonged screech! It is the male cicadas that make this loud, piercing, sound by vibrating their body. This one was mad! We released it unharmed.
I had to move my listening skills up a notch in the darkness, to hear around these treetop cicadas. Jean-Luc and I sat quietly scanning the woods, watching for any movement. It is too dark to see. Only an occasional breeze. The night is cooling down. It is lovely - clean air, peaceful and filled with mystery.
Now I lean over to Jean-Luc and tell him
I will speak aloud to Medicine Woman, her mother, her father,
her boyfriend and her 6-year-old brother.
Now I ask for a sign of their presence,
since we cannot see them. Then I go back into the silence. Another
half hour passes. I am facing the fire. Jean-Luc is sitting across
from me. Suddenly I see a flashing light in the trees. It is interesting
the way our rational mind immediately tries to figure it out.
Is it a star on the horizon? No. It is too low in the woods. Is
it a firefly? No. It is too big. It is moving at waist-level among
the nearby trees about 70 feet away. It looks like someone carrying
a light, but it is moving faster than anyone could walk thru the
forest and we hear no footsteps in the dry leaves. It has no sound
and it is self-contained. It does not make a light on the forest
floor. It is not reflecting on anything, nor lighting up anything.
It is 5 or 6 inches long and
3 inches wide, egg shaped and yellowish. It comes closer. Jean-Luc
softly whispers to me, "What is that?"
I have seen this phenomena before when in
the company of the Sasquatch. (see Part One) Medicine Woman calls
these traveling lights, "Dream Walkers." I have yet
to ask her who or what they are. My telepathic messages to Medicine
Woman go unanswered this night. I'm not sure if she is here.
The next night we decided to stay at the firepit and sleep there for the night. It was so hot at night since there was an unprecedented heat spell in the area. I could not sleep. As I lay awake, I asked Medicine Woman why she was not there. I saw her in a vision telling me, the hot weather kept them in their cool underground house. I imagined myself going there with her and I noticed that our body energy activated the lighting and also ensured a cool temperature in this illumined, underground room. It was not a cave as I might have imagined, it was a beautiful place.
The next day, our friends arrived for the weekend and we prepared dinner over the fire with them, making sure to prepare many extra packets of foil-covered food for our Sasquatch friends as well. We enjoyed hearing their latest stories from the Sasquatch. Susan has notebooks filled with printed information from Medicine Woman and it is so interesting to read. Once Susan asked Medicine Woman for me, "Where is a good place for Water Woman to meet with you?" Medicine Woman told me a nearby location in nature, that she called "low water place". Susan will take us there tomorrow. It is a beautiful place with a running creek, with a freshwater spring and a deep water hole for bathing. Being a water person, I love this place. Here are some of the unusual landmarks we found there. Even the tree branches are bent into symbols by the Sasquatch.
When we return to the cabin of Susan and Mike we see that Medicine Woman has answered my note. Or at least she was beginning to answer my note. It appears that she was in the midst of writing to me with the marker pen I left, when we entered the cabin. In that moment she must have dematerialized. That's the way it appears and we are mystified. Usually Medicine Woman adds a comment to each of my sentences and she signs her name as well. In this message she only left one comment. Was she in the cabin when we pulled up in our cars? The coffee beans and necklace are gone.
I am happy to hear from Medicine Woman.
Jean-Luc is having a difficult time believing this. Could this
be true? Did a Sasquatch come and write on a notepad to us. Who
really took the gifts? He starts teasing Susan and Mike about
it. Asking if they had someone else come into their cabin and
write on the notepad. We are all laughing at him and his disbelief.
(Because at one time we were just as incredulous!)
The three words written on the notepad by Medicine Woman are WE SOUTH WATER. We think she was telling me that they are AT SOUTH WATER. (We at South Water). Mike knows where this place is, but he says it is on private property. And so we decide not to go there. We understand that the Sasquatch want to be cool in the lake during this heat spell.
I respond to this letter with a new one for Medicine Woman.
We visit the location where Medicine Woman will meet with us and spend a wonderful day hiking and resting in the woods. Later Medicine woman tells me she saw us there. (see her next note below.)
We often feel the presence of these ever watching friends. They still feel it is not time to reveal themselves more fully to us in a physical form. This is all right with me. They will know when we are all ready for this physical meeting (them and us). Meanwhile we are learning many things about the ability to dematerialize, teleport objects, and the fascinating lifestyle of the Sasquatch families in the forest.
The next day, my letter to Medicine Woman is answered and along with it I receive a Sasquatch doll! Could this be the one that my friend Mike gave to them a year ago? Pay it forward!
We spend the day reading, resting and hiking along the creek with the deer. We hear the wailing sounds of the Sasquatch calling us and letting us know they are with us at this special Medicine Creek. My heart fills with joy to hear their haunting sounds - unique, in the daytime.
Before going out for dinner, I leave another note for Medicine Woman thanking her for the doll, and giving her macadamia nuts and a crystal egg. But that evening, we have car trouble and are unable to meet at the cabin with the Sasquatch. Avis brings us a new car.
Thinking that Medicine Woman may not be
around at this time, since she said she was at South Lake. I write
another letter to the Wise Ones inviting them to join us as well.
I am aware that the Sasquatch are very honest and straightforward.
If I send a letter addressed to Medicine Woman, it will be left
for her and the gifts as well. The other members of the family
will not take it.
I realize the Wise Ones are sending their
message through me as a receiver. Should I be sharing their telepathic
communication with Jean-Luc? Aloud, I say to Jean-Luc, "They
are talking about your artfilm. Are you getting this?"
I write a letter of gratitude to the family of Wise Ones.
My latest note at the cabin, is still unanswered by Medicine Woman. She communicated to Susan that there are hunters looking for her and her family and so they have had to go underground. They are not entirely immune to injuries from rifles. Sometimes they are caught unaware and before they can dematerialize, they can be injured.
The next day, we visit the big lake and enjoy a swim. There is plenty of water here, even in the midst of a 5 year drought. The water is so refreshing for me! I am like a sponge taking it in!
In the evening, we return to the woods. In the darkness I thank the Wise Ones again for their inspiring images and impressions regarding Jean-Luc's art. Suddenly it becomes warmer than usual. Sweat rolls down my brow. Jean-Luc notices a mist floating in front of us as we sit by the fire. A thin, whitish mist that is about 15 feet above us, moving around, through the trees. As we watch it, the familiar sounds of the Sasquatch are distinctly heard. My heart responds with joy! It is a high-pitched, woman-sounding voice that repeats over and over. It is almost bird-like, but it vibrates intentionally with an elongated final high-C note. It is coming from within the mist. I have heard these sounds during previous Sasquatch encounters. They are well documented.
Jean-Luc and I sit quietly, listening intently
for the next sign. After 15 minutes we hear the high trilling
sounds again but further away. Are they leaving? Are they projecting
their sounds? Is there more than one group signaling each other?
Are my ears deceiving me, and I have moved into an altered state
in which the sounds appear to be more faint?
Getting into the spirit of the encounter, Jean-Luc now asks for a sign from the Wise Ones. The silence is interrupted by a series of LOUD bangs followed by blat, blat, blat. (a pole rolling along a fence?) This series of sounds reoccur 3 times, closer to us than before. They are here, unless it is a bear.
It seems that they do not want us to see
them as yet, but they do want us to know they are here. They are
listening to our mind messages and they are immediately responding.
Initially, we react fearfully, as most people do in the dark woods
in the middle of the night when we hear a sound we cannot identify.
Should we run away? Or should we trust that it is them and they
are interacting with us in a way they choose? Of course we stay.
Perhaps we are being introduced to an educational course called:
Wise Ones 101 !
There are answers on the notepad from both the Medicine Woman and the Wise Ones, along with some beautiful rock gifts. See below.
Re-reading this letter to Medicine woman
I had to laugh at the image of me holding a baby Sasquatch in
my arms. What was I thinking of? A baby Sasquatch must be very
big! Well, they said they
will come (WE COME) so we shall see what happens when I visit
them again in a couple of months.
To the right is the letter to the family of Wise Ones who communicated to us. It is interesting that the 3 consonants, TSH are initials that represent the signature for Tishoma, the boyfriend of Medicine Woman. Apparently he was there making the loud sounds and communicating telepathically. I am really enjoying this new friendship and look forward to what will take place in the months ahead.
Here is an interesting Addendum. While I
was on the mainland, a friend Elaine was taking care of my Ranch
in Hawaii. She is very interested in communicating with the Sasquatch
as well. A very loving person, she decided to write them a note
at the Ranch, an ocean away!
Here is her message (in her favorite red ink) that reveals she received our telepathic messages all the way from Hawaii. This relates to the ability of the Wise Ones to live multi-dimensionally. They are not limited to a linear, three-dimensional way of interacting with us. They access many levels of reality. They are non-local. And they receive and hear us when we communicate with them telepathically wherever we are in proximity to them.
Below they answered two questions that were
on our minds in Hawaii. These were questions that were never voiced
to them when around the fire pit. How do they know what we are