The Free Radical

I am being scrutinized ever more closely… It makes me wonder if I’m being recruited.

A couple of days ago, it was two ravens circling up above where the truck is parked at the end of the walk. They were really chatting up a storm. And then clearly up above them I could make out Young Eagle circling even higher. Three pairs of eyes… focused on me.

Yesterday, Young Eagle followed us the entire way, at first, keeping just out of sight among the adjacent treetops, but calling out with his piercing wail at spaced intervals. And then once we were down at the river, we discovered that there are actually two young eagles working in tandem.

In this footage, there’s no place where both eagles are framed in a single shot, but there were clearly two of them circling above, still occasionally calling out. (And I hope you can appreciate that it’s difficult to shoot film footage of eagles through the thick forest anyway.)

The eagles were calling me to remembrance, for this has in truth been a twenty year journey… and now as I’ve been researching the myriad anomalies surrounding the Sasquatch People, a few more puzzle pieces fall into place…

Briefly…

There was a time when I was hiking through the swamp on a hot day and I sat down to rest and mop the sweat from my face. It was a very quiet day. Suddenly without any preamble, there was the distinct sound of two rocks being banged together about twenty yards directly in front of me. Then, the same sound repeated a second later immediately to my right, again, about twenty yards away. A second after that, it was heard again twenty yards behind me… and then, of course, it happened a fourth time in rapid succession twenty yards to my left. I was dumbfounded, for there was no logical explanation as to what could account for such a distinct sound occurring in such rapid succession from all four cardinal points surrounding me. I wasn’t scared, just puzzled.

On another occasion, more recently, I was returning from a quick visit from my deep woods cabin, nearing the place at the swamp where all these strange things seem to occur, when the unmistakable sound of a tree falling nearby made me stop dead in my tracks. It was a sunny windless day. I assumed that a bear must’ve pushed a tree over deliberately, or it fell as he tried to climb it. There was no bear nor bear sign in the vicinity, and what’s more, there was no freshly fallen tree! I heard it; it was only about– again– twenty yards away by the sounds of it. There was a leaning tree which was hung up among its neighbours, but it could hardly account for the crashing sounds I heard!

And then… okay, this one’s really weird. It was down by the river. Everything was seemingly normal… and then as I looked out across the river where it opens up beneath the hoodoos, my mind slipped into a dreamy state unbidden. I was instantly hypnotized and transfixed– transfixed by what I was seeing flying down the river valley. It appeared to be a humanlike being of about six feet in height with huge wings soaring downriver. I believe these are referred to as Thunderbirds or Thunderbeings. Once it disappeared over the horizon, I immediately returned fully to my normal consciousness. I had no idea what to make of the experience, so I just filed it away in my X-Files.

These are more dots begging to be connected. I’m sharing them at the risk of ridicule because… well, I don’t give a shit what you think… and it’s time for us to share the inexplicable things. We all have little stories tucked away in closets. There’s a larger experience begging to be explicated here…