BIGFOOT, Aliens, and The Supernatural.

It's just a big chair

 

Heres the other one on the other side.
My gf says that's where I keep the midget hookers.

 

Can't help but feel the metal of those ML's.

 

What if those occurrences are just tears in an alternate universe?

 

Just had the camo fitted with the Dimebucker and 59'. tuned to D standard.

 

I don't know. I can't explain any of it but I'm certain it's not a bad presence. All 3 incidents were rather playful and childlike.
That's why I wondered about a child passing away here.

 

Growing up I wanted things like this to happen to me and ghosts to be real. Now as an adult I don't think I could handle something like this or actually want to. Must be tough.

 

Ive never seen "ghosts" and never had anything get bumped or knocked around in the dark.

I have seen those damn lights in the sky so many times that when I talk about it ppl think Im strange. Im pretty sure the government has ships that can do amazing things and with the amount of money that goes "missing" from the budget every year Im sure we are way more advanced in our tech than that public knows.

When I was 16 I was driving from phoenix az to tucson at like 8/9 pm ish and it was pitch black other than car lights and just off the side of the highway I could hear a swooshing/swooping sound that was just over my car. I could hear it over the wind at like 75/80 mph with the windows up and radio on. It rattled the car with vibration and happened for like 20 min. At first I thought it was like a crop duster but there were no lights, and they are not allowed to fly that close to cars (15 feet above maybe) or that close to a highway.

No sound from a prop or engine, no lights and nothing that I know of can fly silent and so close to people.

 

SAP's, "skunk works" all totally legitimate. If your enemy is researching, no matter how insane it seems, then you're researching. The US Government and plenty of enterprises in cahoots with it have gone DEEP. Absolutely.

1 million seconds is ~11 days. 1 billion seconds is ~31 years. 1 trillion seconds is ~31,800 years.

The difference is exponential but none-the-less boggling. "11 days" worth of cash is a lot. 31,000 years of it is carte blanche on your project.

I always think back to September 10th and Rumsfeld admitting the Pentagon being unable to account for I think $2.3 trillion, and now I think estimates are over $10 trillion missing during the "GWOT" campaign that's still got as much momentum as ever.
The Snowden leaks confirmed the annual black budget in the 10's of billions, but his whole deal is suspect too. I think there is a big possibility he was hung out and didn't know he was being manipulated into his position. That shit can get dark and dedicated teams can do a lot. I think one guy can also leak damning info, but it was all too perfect and he was even swept up by the media, unlike MANY other whistleblowers. Off topic, but whatever - there's a chance he was just a tool to release some steam to keep the boiler from blowing.

Anyways, the black budget has been suspect for decades and my personal opinion is that people are naive to think sanctioned programs haven't been greened for all sorts of fantasy of the human mind.

Your post compels me to mention the TR6 TELOS, and really any TR program.

Trillion. It's a big number. And here in reality, my fucking employer bitches about 30 minutes of overtime so I can do my job properly.

 

The inter-dimensional being is actually my favorite big-foot theory. I'm so not even interested in forming an opinion on it's existence, but that theory is the best to me.

 

tell us about it man...

 

Dude. I'm all ears

 

This takes place in the Stanislaus National Forest in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. I was deer hunting off of Hwy 4 a couple miles north east of Lake Alpine. I hiked up towards a canyon in the early morning to get to a spot I had picked out. About 30min after the sun came up I was at where i wanted to start my hunt. It was a nice cool morning. While heading to my starting point, I had to cross a stream and as I got closer to the stream I could almost hear what sounded like voices. It was hard for me to make out because of the rushing stream sounds drounding everything else out. As I worked myself down the bank to cross over the stream at some boulders a thought popped into my head. I chuckled to myself and said "so that's what they mean by a babbling brook" and just thought that was kinda cool. I started up this canyon up the left hand side and my plan was to try to get as high as I could get to hike up this canyon. I wanted to be able to look down into the canyon as I hunted and not looking up from the bottom. As I verred to the left side, I started heading up to the mouth or exit of the canyon. It was mostly pine trees with some oak trees mixed in. There was a lot of pine needles on the ground with granite rocks poking out at almost perfect stepping distances apart. So I was slowly making my way up this hillside making as little noise as I could. I started passing by some large boulders with fallen dead pine trees scattered around. On most of the boulders there were little stacks of rocks on top of them. Stacks of 3-4 small rocks on each boulder going up this hill. They weren't really marking a trail or a spot because they were scattered around everywhere on the tops of these boulders in no real pattern or fashion. I just figured it was some kids or bored campers that decided to decorate a little. The thought crossed my mind to knock them down as I picked one of the small rocks up but then I just thought screw it. They might be back up here next summer and they might want to see if they are still there in a year. So on I go rock to rock, log to log. It was turning into a great morning. The squirrels were out and the birds were singing away. I kept seeing all kinds of pine cones devoured by the squirrels getting ready for winter. I get almost up to the spot where I am high enough up this canyon entrance to make my right turn and start heading into this canyon. I can see through the trees up ahead of me that there is a pretty much a sheer shale cliff face. That cliff face was about 100yds up ahead of me. Just to the left of that cliff, there was a thick grove of oak and pine trees. There was no looking through because it was so dense. I kept looking that way because there was a faint trail that went around those trees to the left and I had a feeling that a big buck would come around these trees at any time. So I kept slowly heading up but it was getting tougher because there was more and more dead fallen trees to deal with. I hop off this tree onto a granite rock sticking up through the sticks and pine needles. I was right in the middle of three trees that had fallen that formed a triangle. The trees were pretty decent sized trees that were about chest high while laying on the ground. So I was standing there in the middle of the triangle of trees trying to figure out the stealthiest way to get back up on the next tree. One foot was on one rock and my other foot was on another rock like I was taking a step. Out of nowhere I hear what sounds like a very very large pine cone falling from a tree landing on a dead log. I thought to myself, man the squirrels are going to be nice and fat for this winter. Just as I turn back around and start to lift my left foot, WACK! This time it was way louder. And then again WACK! It sounded like a Louisville slugger was trying to chop down a tree. I froze solid in my tracks balancing on the two separate granite rocks still in the middle of the triangle of trees. I had a 30-06 on a sling over my right shoulder and a 357mag on my left hip. I was so frozen that i didnt even want to pull my rifle off my shoulder or my pistol out and ready it. I couldn't do anything, not even move my head to look around. All i could do was move my eyes and try to listen as hard as I could to try to hear what was making this loud noise. The wacks were spaced about 4-5 seconds apart. In between the wacks i couldnt hear anything. No birds, no squirrels or anything. Just silence then another WACK. The sound I determined to be coming from that thick grove of trees at the base of the shale cliff face. Around the 5th or 6th WACK, I could hear rocks falling down that cliff face like something was scrambling up it. My eyes were glued to the trees but i couldnt see anything. Still standing in this awkward position I tried to figure out in my head what could be doing this. I highly dought the squirrels could be dropping this many pinecones on the same log with the same force. Then I thought maybe it was another hunter trying to scare me off and drive me away but then I thought, wouldn't all that wacking just scare away the deer too?? That would be dumb for a hunter to be doing that. Where I parked my truck was a entrance for a campground. The campground was closed from the forestry I believe because it was the end of season. There were no other places to park along this stretch of highway for about a mile in either direction. So I doubt anyone else was up on the side of this mountain where I was. I had my GoPro and phone in my pack but i wasnt going to move for nothing. I kept thinking, man i wish i could be getting this on film or something but i sure as hell didnt want to move a mussel. After what felt like an eternity to me being frozen and locked on this grove of trees, I start trying to figure out again how to climb up out of this mess of fallen trees. By this time, maybe 15 mins has passed since the first big WACK. The wacking was slowing down and getting a little softer sounding and only happening every 30secs or so. Then it just stopped. I stood there for a good minute or two. Still the forest was silent. I decided I had climbed high enough and it was time to change directions and get out of there. The frozen locked up feeling went away and I moved my head and started looking at my options to get out of there. As I climbed up onto the fallen tree, another loud WACK came from the grove of dense trees. I jumped off that log and started heading to the right towards the canyon entrance. In my head on that last wack I heard, I told myself, well I guess the big guy doesn't want me going up that way. I hurried up as quietly as I could to round that corner and head up that canyon to hunt it. The rest of the day was great. Saw 4 does and 1 small buck. But I did keep checking over my shoulder every 10-20 steps because I had that feeling of being watched. The squirrels and birds did finally come back out and started making noise again about an hour later. That night sleeping in my truck alone sucked. I swear I heard growls but i will blame myself on that one for not eating a good dinner and having lack of sleep. Luckly there was a nice and bright moon out and i parked in a huge open area that i could see pretty far in all directions. Still only slept about 2hrs that night. But yeah, pretty much that was it.
After reading about and looking into "Bigfoot/Sasquatch" info and sightings I guess some of the stuff I saw and heard before the wood knocks could have been made by them I guess. The Babbling brook, the stone stacking, the fallen trees in formations. The whole time even to this day I still try to put a logical reason to all these events. Im open that there could be the giants living in the forest but each thing I can still figure out why or how it happened except for this loud ass wood knocks. I would be happy to show anyone the location but I will not just go up there alone again.

Sorry for the book of a story.











Could be real. Who knows

 

I would agree with this. I have spent the past 18 years working in the woods for four to five days a week and have never come across any bones of a cougar or bear. I know one or two guys who have found a bear scull, but its vary rare. When people find out what I do, they always ask if I have seen Bigfoot. I always tell people, I have never seen anything to make me believe in it. Nor have I seen anything to make me not believe, and not seeing anything (at least for me) is not an excuse for them not existing. The Silverback Gorilla wasn't "discovered" until around 1905 (or something like that). This is on a continent that humans have lived on for over a 100,000 years. The locals would tell stories about them and they would be blown off as make believe.

As I already stated I have never seen anything, but that's not to say I haven't heard anything. I have worked in some fairly remote places in Washington and Alaska. Most of the time I am by my self or maybe one other guy. There have been times we've heard things that just can't be explained. Most of the time you chalk it up to some sort of an animal, a branch falling, a rock or whatever, but occasionally you just cant explain it. The one time in particular, my boss and I were working east of Skykomish in Washington. We were in a steep rugged area close to one of the wilderness, working out way up to a ridge with a small knob. We had made our way up through rock outcroppings and cliffs and were taking a break to look over the map not to far below the knob. I was eating my sandwich when we heard what sounded like someone hitting a tree with a wooden baseball bat on the knob above us. I stopped mid chew and looked at my boss and he looked at me, we both then looked up the hill trying to see what made the noise. Not seeing anything we put or lunch away and, since that was the direction we needed to go anyways, headed towards the sound. We got on to the knob about ten minutes latter and couldn't see anything that would make the noise. We looked for tracks or large broken branches, but there was nothing. This was ten years ago and we still haven't come up with a good excuse for the sound. There really is no chance that it was another person. The closest trail for the area we were in, was 2.5 miles away. Where we were parked was seven or eight miles behind a locked gate and the road had no signs of other rigs for at least the past six months. Not to mention the road was not an easy road to get up and we had to walk the last half mile to the end before starting up the hill. The only other sort-of odd thing that day was the weather. A wind storm was predicted to hit latter that afternoon and we were trying to get some work done before it arrived. This all happened late fall and the weather was strangely calm for the mountains that time of the year. Normally there would be at least breeze even before a storm, but it was dead calm and the clouds had an interesting smooth wave to them, similar to the ocean but upside down. This is something that I have seen before and after but only a few times. A half hour or so before the noise, my boss and I had made a comment on how calm and quiet it was. I don't really think the weather had anything to do with the noise, but it was interesting.

 

Hmmmmmm. I saw a few Whalestoday in the ocean.
Must be a sign
I wonder
If
They were put here
By aliens
Not
That Bigfoot
Has any
Thing
To do with
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Try to break this code.

 

I've only ever heard one story that kinda made me think maybe ol' bigfoot may be out there farting around. That is, until it just got too weird. I've never typed it out because I think it's kinda silly, but it's late/early, and I'm bored.

The lady lived outside of Twisp, WA which is a pretty remote area that apparently has quite a bit of squatch activity. Enough to get a group of "college researchers" out there looking for him, at least. I think I remember her saying they were from Evergreen College, so I'll use "researchers" and "college" as loose terms.

Anyway, her first experience was back in '85 or so and it had been a very bad winter, so her and her neighbors had stockpiled food (which was stored outside) as they knew they wouldn't be able to make it into town for extended periods of time.

One morning she woke up and went outside to get some food for breakfast and her storage thing had been left open, and all of the vegetables (apparently A LOT of vegetables) were gone. There was about 3 feet of snow on the ground, and there were tracks, with about a 5 foot stride, coming out of the trees behind her house, to the storage bin, and continuing down the road. She put on her snow shoes, and followed the tracks down the road to her neighbors house about 3 miles away. The tracks circled the neighbors house, ended at the storage bin, and again, all of the vegetables were gone. What she found crazy was that the tracks never broke stride. 5 foot strides for 3 miles or so in about 3 feet of snow. From her neighbors house the tracks kept going, but she did not follow them any farther.

She swears this happened on more than one occasion, always in bad winters, and there was never any meat taken. She THINKS she saw him/her one night, but wasn't sure. She just saw what she thought was something standing upright moving along the treeline. There were tracks in the morning, but they were not the same as the ones she had seen before walking from house to house.

This is where it gets weird, and I wish she wouldn't have told me this part. If you want to believe any of my story, just stop reading here.

Anyway, I guess some professor (I think she said he was from Evergreen, which if you don't know, is a famously ridiculous "college" in Olympia where you can graduate with a degree in, literally, anything you want- a famous example being the age old idiom of Underwater Basket Weaving) went out there to research an influx in reported sightings. He swears that he came across a dying bigfoot and had a conversation with him. I stopped her right there and interrupted , "You're telling me bigfoot speaks english? How convenient." and she kinda chuckled and said, "yeah, just wait, it gets even more unbelievable." Apparently the professor asked bigfoot why no one ever sees them and he was told that they, both male and female, are territorial, with territories of ridiculous size. So, one bigfoot will run an area the size of a county or so, and only meet up with another to mate. In addition to that, he said they are shape shifters (God damn it, why did she have to say that? I wanted to believe) and if they see/hear/smell a human around, they'll change shape, and they'll also change shape right before they die.

At this, I chuckled and asked if she was screwing with me, as that was the stupidest thing I had ever heard. With a very straight face she told me that she believed the guy. She didn't want to believe him, but something about the way he talked about the situation just made it seem believable. Hm. Too weird for me.

 

if theres locks on the inside then theres something creepy in the house..

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113419/

 

If there are no locks it's worse

 

Yes, I heard they smoke an awful lot of weed up in that part of the country...j/s