Sasquatch Chronicles - SC EP:535 Taken

Episode Date: April 21, 2019

Richard writes "When I was about 12 years old my Father had enough confidence in me to allow me to wander the forest near our home hunting for squirrels. Behind our home was undeveloped mountain property of several thousand acres. There were old homes and farms on the mountain, long years ago abandoned when the families died and dependents moved away. Most of this land was purchased by timber companies and hunting and walks in the woods were O K. I had been taught at an early age in hunting methods and gun safety by my Dad. He took me on exploratory trips into the woods to show me good places to hunt and blaze trails so I could find my way home. Dad was a very smart man and a wise father. He didn't want to find it necessary to search for me and lead me back home at night. One of these locations became my favorite. Very large beech trees filled a little valley and my access was one of the ridges that formed this place. There was a nice creek at the bottom of this ridge and the babbling of water helped cover the noise I made walking in. The trees were very tall and the canopy was very full, making entry feel like walking into a large covered room. In the fall of the year little red berries in the beeches made this place a favorite with gray squirrels. I adopted this place as my personal hot spot and mental relaxing den. Squirrels or not I enjoyed spending time here sitting on a log and admiring nature around me. Squirrel season opened around September 15 and I could hardly wait each year for the season to open. A few classmates bragged of sneaking out before opening day and harvesting a few early. Not under Dads watchful eye, I would follow the game laws or not be allowed to go all season. When opening day arrived during the 1957 or 1958 season I would rush home after school, grab my shotgun, and off I raced. After a few successful trips I went to my personal spot one evening to find nothing at all. No squirrels, no birds, no anything was moving. After waiting an appropriate time in my 12 year old brain, I decided to expand my territory. Crossing the bridge across the stream. In this area timber had been cut a few years back leaving few full trees, and extremely thick undergrowth, bushes and briars. I found a game trail (old logging road) circling the base of another ridge. It was quiet there just like I had found earlier, plus the undergrowth was very thick making eyesight limited. I had traveled 200 or 300 yards off my normal route and found nothing to investigate. I decided to turn around and walk very slowly back the way I came in. If quiet I might find game moving. Since I got out of school at 3:00 pm, it was almost time to return home for dinner anyway. As I got near the little bridge that would take me toward home, I heard an unusual noise. I listened carefully but did not recognize the sound coming from the thick undergrowth. It sounded somewhat like birds or squirrels scratching in the dry leaves looking for buried nuts or worms. I decided to investigate and determine the source of this rhythm noise. Ground cover dead leaves were very dry, making it very difficult to make any progress through the laurels, briars and undergrowth without announcing my presence. I eased myself into the brush making far more noise than desired. As I got closer to the noise, it got louder but couldn't see the source. The brush I was entangled in was almost as tall as me. Finally I parted the tangle in front of my face, I saw the source of the mystery. In front of me, lying on the ground was an extremely large animal in deep sleep. This animal had been careful to not leave a trail into the thicket it was concealed in. Had I not heard the breathing noise, I would never have discovered this hiding spot . What I saw was this large animal lying completely surrounded by thick brush, weeds and briars. It looked like a large rock that had been dropped into tall grass that gathered against all sides. The source of leaves being stirred was the breathing of this creature. With each breath the leaves were blown around as it exhaled. I could see no movement of the animal other than breathing. The color of the fur or hair was cinnamon brown. I had seen some cattle in this color, but this thing appeared to be larger than a cow. I tried hard to see more details but was unable to see enough to eliminate guesses. It appeared this thing was laying straight down with feet and legs folded up under it. It had made great effort to be concealed. The head and neck were pushed up under the bushes so I could not see details. It's breath was coming out of the bushes near my right boot, but I was wedged tightly enough that I could not see. At least I knew which end was the front. All I could could see well was the surface of the back. Considering bulk I could see of the body, I would estimate weight in the 700 lb. range or more. I smelled no odor nor heard any noise other than snoring. Please keep in mind I was 12 yrs. old and so excited my heart is trying to jump out my throat. I was trying to determine what this animal was. In my range of knowledge the only thing I could think of was a cow or bull. I brought my 20 ga., double barrel up in front of my chest and began backing out one step at a time. I tried to form a plan of action if this thing woke up with me bound up in bushes. If it came at me I had two barrels of #6 bird shot. My plan was to shoot at the eyes, therefore blinding it and slowing it down. Better than no plan, I thought. Thank our good lord, I got out of the thicket and back on a cleared path. As I started my walk toward home, it occurred to me I had crossed no fences. In fact I did not know of anyone with a pasture close enough for cattle to wander into this area. In 1957 or 58 I had no knowledge of a Sasquatch or Big Foot. I had not heard any stories or news about these creatures. Therefore I did not consider them when this event took place. No, I told no one of this event. Dad would be furious if I shot someone's bull. He would confiscate my beloved shotgun. If I told any of the guys at school they would make fun of me for my story or tell everyone I was afraid of a cow. At 12 years old the mind is an amazing thing. After a few days I hardly remembered the event, and then forgot it all together. The only event after this I can think of happened many years later. Don't know if this had any relation to my story. I was always proud of my father and never heard of anything he was afraid of. I went to visit him one evening and he had a story for me. He had been exploring deep in the same forest I used to hunt in. He had a Colt woodsman .22 pistol that he tools with him on most walks and hunting trips. He continued to say he had wandered into some deep woods that he had never explored before. He told me that he was so far afield that he became worried that there might be something in those woods he did not know about. He was so uneasy that he pulled his trusty Colt out of the holster and carried it in his hand on the walk home. For a man raised in a dense forest and hunted his whole life this was not normal. In fact he spent over 4 yrs in the Navy exposed to the worse battles of the pacific during WW 2. I never knew him to show fear in any situation. I wonder what he saw in the woods that he wanted to tell me about. I am now 72 yrs old and began enjoying your Big Foot videos. Within the last month I listened to an account on your program that sounded similar to me and my memory came flooding back. Had not thought of this encounter in 60 yrs.   I speak to a lot of people off the air regarding different experiences. The show is 99% Sasquatch related. I spoke to this witness yesterday and heard about 20% of his encounter and I'm fascinated and want to hear the rest. Indulge me as we go off trail. A listener writes "I was abducted at age 5, have awaken on an exam table, paralyzed, Have been through time warps in the desert and seen flying saucers go in and out of the ocean, land in formation, hang in the sky at close range. I've had a lifetime of encounters with disembodied entities and have battled ghosts for my very body. If you are interested, I have a 54 page book I'm working on. I'm a 70 year old disability rights advocate and musician, author and public speaker. I've been an NPR commentator, been published in chicken Soup, been on the CBS News with Walter Kronkite and been in a BBC documentary on the US Disability Rights Movement. I'm a serious guy."

Black thing go from left to right, and I thought, I'm going to die out here. No one's ever going to know. I couldn't believe what my eyeballs was showing me. I'll never forget how evil the eyes were. It was horrible. I mean, I've never seen nothing that evil. It ran towards me at a rate that I can't even explain, turned and stared at me, and this look of, I just want to kill you. I want to say it was human, but it wasn't. He was yelling at me to grab a gun, grab a gun. I was like, for what? He said, just grab a gun.

And there's footprints all the way to the door of my house. It had went inside my garage all the way to the door. 911, what are you reporting? Get somebody out here. What's going on now, sir? That son of a bitch is about 6'9, I don't know. Do you see him now, sir? Yes, I'm looking right at him.

Uh-oh. You're listening to Sasquatchew. Chronicles. Check us out online at Sasquatch Chronicles.com. If you've had an encounter, email me. My email address is Wes at Sasquatch Chronicles.com. Welcome to the show, everyone. Thanks for being here tonight. Got a great show plan for you tonight. We'll be talking to Richard. And Richard had an encounter back in 1957, 58, in North Carolina when he was very young. He stumbled upon one of these creatures sleeping. And it's always bothered him to this day. And he has a hard time saying what he saw as far as being a Sasquatch. But it's always bothered him. And him and I talked. And he wasn't really sure if he

wanted to come on. I was like, oh, come on. Everyone says no. And so Richard will be coming on, sharing his encounter. And then we'll be talking to Jeff. Now, Jeff has, this isn't Bigfoot related at all. I didn't even know already begin with this story. This happened back in the the 60s and Jeff ran into I guess a witch and just a lot of weird things started happening and I was talking to Jeff and we're talking about screen memories and you know false memories you're given a lot of times when you're abducted and I said you know would you come on Jeff and just talk about it you know I know it's not big for it related but talk about how you were taken and and some of the weird things that went on and if you guys like it I made you a part too with Jeff and some of his other

experiences he's had outside of what we'll talk about tonight. If you've had an encounter and you'd like to be on the show, shoot me an email. My email address is Wes at saskwash Chronicles.com. And if you get a chance, check out saskatch chronicles.com. You can become a member and get additional shows. Let's jump into it tonight. I want to welcome Richard to the show. Richard, thanks for coming on.

Oh, thank you for having me. Yeah, I appreciate you being here. And I know your encounter took place many years ago in North Carolina. If you would, Richard, would you just kind of, tell us what you were doing and what happened? Well, this was my childhood home. We were located in the northwestern corner of North Carolina near the Virginia line. And we lived in the foothills. and there was a forest behind our house.

It was a vast expanse of just undeveloped woodlands, thousands of acres. I don't know exactly how big it was. But I started off with my father hunting when I was a little fella, and I followed him around through the woods. He was an amazing father. he had more patience with me than I can tell. And one of his favorite,

one of his favorite guns as a young man was a little it's got 20-gauge cyber side shotgun. And I got this as a present from him old by the time I was 10 years old. And I followed him around in the woods. And he used to complain that I poked him in the heel. with the barrel of this gun, but I was afraid he would get too far ahead of me, so I walked real close to him.

He never understood that, but we spent a lot of time together. By the time, I guess I was about 12 years old. Let's set the timeline here. I was born in 46, 1946. So when I was around 11, 12 years old,

that would have been 56. 1957, 57, 58, 59 era. My dad had been out with me and taught me enough gun safety and so forth that he, after much begging, he trusted me to go squirrel hunting by myself. And we walked up in the mountain behind our house. And the first day he took me around and showed me some places that he thought would be productive squirrel territory. And he took his pocket knife and blazed some spots on the trees so I could find my way in and out of these places without having to call him, you know, having to wait for him to come and get me at night. this was in the fall, let's see, squirrel season starts around September 15th.

So when the season started opening, came around, I ran home from school or rode the bus home from school, grabbed my little shotgun and took off to the woods. And there was one place in particular that I really liked. in fact I kind of adopted it as my favorite place to go sit in the woods even when I wasn't hunting. And it was a beautiful little place. For some reason, the timber in there wasn't cut. There were huge beach treats, and they were, oh, I don't know, 15 inches through, you know, in diameter. and I don't know how tall, really, really tall.

And my path went down the ridge. There were two ridges that formed this little valley. And my path run down on one of those ridges. And when you walked into this little valley down there, the canopy was so thick and the trees were so tall, it was like walking into an auditorium. and the little beach berries in the fall of the year made it ideal territory for gray squirrels and birds and stuff. And even when I didn't see any squirrels, I enjoyed just staying around in this area,

kind of like a little sanctuary. At the bottom, there was a branch, a good-sized little stream that ran around the bottom of this area. and the years gone by there had been logging trails put in this area and there was a bridge across the little brook that crossed over into a different area that had been cut over

several years before and it was quite a contrast because you go from the very, very tall trees into a field that had been cut over and the underbrush had grown up real thick to the point you could hardly get through it. Anyway, one evening I went over to my little beach tree valley and it was extremely quiet.

And after what I thought was a sufficient time, standing around, walking around in this area, I decided to go across this little bridge into this territory that I wasn't that familiar with and it was kind of hard going.

There was an old logging trail or game trail that kind of circled around the bottom of an incline and you could walk around there and I did Of course, it was just so quiet.

There was nothing stirring. I turned around and started to go back through the path that would eventually take me home. Oh, I had been two or three hundred yards up in the woods. And when I came back down to the little stream and started to cross over back into the path that would take me home, I heard this strange noise. It sounds like a squirrel scratching in the, I've seen squirrel scratch in the leaves looking for stuff that had been buried in, you know, time gone by and birds would scratch in the leaves looking for worms and

bugs and stuff to eat. And I could hear the leaves rattling. It was a really quiet evening. and this noise stood out to my attention. It was making a different noise than I was used to, but it made me very, very curious as to what was making this noise. But it was out, it was old 50 feet off of this little path I was walking on, and it was really thick briars and weeds.

and little bushes and stuff. It was very difficult to get through this stuff. There wasn't a path walking way in there. But that's where the noise was. So taking my time and trying to be as quiet as I could, I made a little path. I made a lot of noise getting in there more than I wanted to, but as quiet as I could be,

I sneaked off into this, undergrowth and I kept hearing this noise. It was a very rhythm, you know, rhythm noise.

It kind of, it was, you know, it kind of stopped and it would go and then it would stop and it would go. But it was on regular

intervals and I couldn't figure it out. So I kept forcing my way through the underbrush. And, And this overgrowth was as tall as I was.

I was 12 years old when this happened. I got pretty deep in this brush, and I parted some of the taller stuff and got to where I could see in front of me. And I was rather shocked because what I saw was this huge animal embedded on the ground down in these weeds. And I got quite a shock because I had not, I knew what was in the area.

I knew there were foxes and bobtail, I mean bobcats and squirrels and birds and so forth. We were pretty limited as far as a variety of game I could see, but this thing looked like I don't know, it was huge. It reminded me of a, the only thing I could think of at that time was a cow. It was laying down in the weeds.

I could see its back. And that's about all. It was a cinnamon brown color, kind of reddish brown. And I'm standing there with my head sticking through the weeds. Oh, within three or four foot of this thing. And the noise I had heard that drew me to it was this creature was sound asleep. And the noise of the leaves was its breathing.

It was laying there with its face down, I guess. I never saw its head. But it was laying there flat down on the ground, feet and legs and everything else tucked up under. it so all I could see was the surface of its back. Now, this thing was healthy. It was big. And I don't know. It looked to be six, seven hundred pounds of animal.

I had no idea what it was. Well, standing there trying to figure it out, I'm excited. I've seen something that I wasn't expecting, and I couldn't figure out what it was. and so I started running through the repertoire of my memory, you know, what it could be. The only thing I could think of was I had seen, you know, cattle, this cinnamon brown color out in pastures before. And, well, maybe that's somebody's, somebody's cow. No, it looked to me like it was bigger than the cow. I thought, well, I'll get a little closer.

And so I studied what I could see very intently. I could see no legs. I could see no feet. I couldn't see its head. I knew where the head was because it was breathing through the weeds and coming out pretty close to my right leg. But I couldn't see anything. and as noisy as I'd been getting in there, I was a little surprised I hadn't wake this thing up.

But after some amount of time, well, it seemed like several minutes. I'm sure that the whole episode didn't last a full minute. But I stand in there, look in this thing within three or four foot of me, had no idea what it was. so I decided it had to be somebody's bull got loose and so I thought well I haven't waked it up yet I better back out of here but it was noisy for me to move so what I had with me was a double barrel 20 gauge shotgun

but the only ammunition I had with me was number six bird shot well something that big I don't know that my shotgun would be very effective on it so I pulled my shotgun up in front of me kind of across my chest, you know, ready to mount it if I had to. And, well, if it wakes up and it's angry with me, whatever it is, I'll aim for the eyes. I figured, you know, with birdshot, I could, at that range, I could, I could blind it if nothing else. and that would slow it down and give me a chance to get away from it if it couldn't see me.

But very slowly, one step at a time, I backed out of the underbrush and got back out onto this little path that I had walked in on. And then it struck me just popped in my head that, well, you haven't crossed any fences. you know, it's impossible for you to be in somebody's pasture. And I didn't know of anybody who lived around there that would have had cattle running around in the woods in that area. I couldn't think I knew kind of where I was. And I didn't know if anybody that had cattle that would be that close in there. but nonetheless

I backed out, got back on the paths where I could walk pretty quietly and all once I got a hundred foot away from it I kind of studied over what I had seen I signed in my mind that it had to be cattle of some sort because now this is

1957-58 at this point in my education. in my career. I had never heard of a Bigfoot. The Gimlin film didn't come out until 76, and this is 57-58. So as I think back about it, the only large creature I had ever heard of was the abominable snowman. I knew we weren't anywhere close to that. Yeah. I tried to assign it being a bear, but then there were no bears in this area of the country had never heard of one. And besides that area of North Carolina, the only bears we had were black bears,

and this thing was way bigger than a little black pair. They average, what, two or three hundred pounds, I guess, maybe. Yeah. A huge one would be. But I wanted to ask you, Richard, what did the hair look like when you were looking at the hair? well that's the one thing that kind of throws me because uh it wasn't shaggy it looked like a pretty a pretty smooth coat of hair now all i could see was it's back that's all i could ever see it was covered thoroughly i could see no skin uh it was just a well i can tell you the color

uh i later saw an orangutan in the zes. you know that orangey brown color of an orangna thing yeah it was really close to that in color and the hair was not as long uh as an orangue i guess it it looked to be like inch inch and a half uh fairly smooth uh coat of hair but you know based on the fact there was no no cattle i knew of around there but i figured somebody's bulls got out and I had found it wandering around in the woods. And then I thought, well, this thing was trying its best to hide. It had, I looked to see how it got in there.

I mean, it was just like if you dropped a rock in the middle of tall grass, you know, there was no path in or out of this concealment spot it was in. and the brush and the briars and so forth were very, they were not washed down around it. You know, the cover came right up to the edges of this thing. I couldn't see how it got in there. There was no path into it. I thought, well, you know, cattle walking in there,

you could see a path where it walked in, but I couldn't find that. Yeah, it's fascinating. Makes you wonder what it was. You know, it sounds like one of these things. I've heard of people, they come up on them, and they're like in the fetal position and just in a lot of weird positions when they sleep.

There was a guy in Texas, he stumbled across one. He accidentally woke it up. It roared at him, and it took off running. But thank God this thing didn't get up, whatever it was, because that 22 wouldn't have done you very much, wouldn't have been very much help. Well, I was, I wasn't frightened out of my mind, but my heart beat really fast because I was faced with something I didn't know what I was looking at. And thanks the good Lord.

Well, my dad always told me that the good Lord looks after children and fools. and I probably fell in that category that day. If that thing had waked up and roared at me or challenged me, it probably would have got me because I may have passed out. I have no idea what would have happened, but I was just lucky I got away from it and didn't wake up. I smelled no odors. I heard no noise other than this snoring.

and on the way home I thought, well, what am I going to do about this? Well, I was afraid, not afraid to tell my dad, but I knew if I told him he would think I'd made it up or, you know, if he knew of something that size in the woods, he would have told me about it. My dad, pretty smart fella. He knew what was going on.

and he had never mentioned anything like this to me. So, you know, it was kind of a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation. So I thought, well, I'll have to be real quiet about this because if he thinks I got into something that I shouldn't have been. He might take my shotgun away from it. Well, that was my prize possession at that time. So I decided to be quiet about that. and besides, if that thing had gotten up and I had considered shooting somebody's cow or bull,

he had been very disappointed in me. I knew I would not have been allowed to go back to the woods by myself for a long time. So I was just quiet. Now, I went to school in elementary school with some other guys that we kind of, you know, bragged back and forth to each other. Yeah, I got two squirrel flip yesterday afternoon after. school and back and forth and I'll well if I tell any of them my story

one they'll make fun of me forever for being afraid of a cow so I promptly just filed it in the back of my memory and never told anybody in fact this is probably the second or second or third time I've told anybody in my lives in fact I forgot it I just dismissed it out of my mind for years and years.

Because at 16, I got my driver's license. And shortly after that, I discovered girls. And I didn't hunt for a few years there. And I had other priorities. And I just kind of dismissed it. In fact, I had forgotten all about this occurrence until I started listening to your stories or your videos on YouTube. And I read or heard of another instance

that a guy found one down in the brush and it was sound asleep and I thought, that sounds very familiar. And then it kind of, I kind of figured out that maybe that was the same thing I got involved with many years ago. Now, I'm 72 now. So this memory is roughly 60 years old.

And I've told you as near as I can remember what happened as it happened. Yeah, and I appreciate you sharing it, Richard. I mean, I really do. It's a cool account. What do you think Sasquatch is? Richard, I'm sure you've given it some thought. What's your opinion? Well, I'm still not real sure.

That was my only encounter. And standing there looking at it, I knew that it was a flesh and blood creature. It was alive because it was resting. It was sleeping. Now, this was in the afternoon. Well, I got out of school at three, so this would have been 4.30 or 5 o'clock any afternoon. But as far as I could tell, it was just a live creature. It never occurred to me that it could be anything else.

And I really, as to whether they exist or not, I've been a little jaded through the years with, you know, all the these people on TV, the, what is it, finding Sasquots, you know, when they go out and play recordings and beat on trees. and I thought, well, I'm not the greatest hunter that's ever been, but if I wanted to find a lucy preacher, I don't think, you know, broadcast in squeals and beating on trees would be the way I would go about trying to find one.

It really is a mystery, and it would be nice to know what they are. And, you know, I know this is 60 years ago, but, you know, it's a very interesting account. It's not the first time I've heard of someone, you know, And you would think something so elusive, you wouldn't be able to stumble up on it while it's sleeping. But I've heard many accounts like that. I mean, a handful of them where they've stumbled up on these things sleeping. And they're usually in areas how you describe.

You know, a lot of brush around them, kind of hidden. You'd almost have to trek your way in to get to them. You know, they're so far in and buried down. And the way it was sleeping, too, I think you would have noticed if it would have been a cow. And I don't know if cow snore. I'm not a farmer, but. Well, that was another thought. Now, we didn't have cattle.

My family didn't. But a lot of the guys I ran around with lived on a farm. And I was familiar with cows in their pastor. The only dangerous part I had been exposed to was some of the, you know, artificial insemination wasn't a big thing then that I knew of. most farmers that had any cattle kept a bull. And a lot of times these bulls could be real cantankerous and they'd chase you if you got in a pasture.

They'd probably kill you if they got a chance. But that was the only danger I could think of about it. And two, that was for one-time experience. I've never been anywhere close to one since then that I know of. Well, there is one other thing. I guess it was about 1980. I had grown up and moved away. You know, I got married and moved out of home.

But I went by to see my dad as I did quite often. And he said, I got something more to tell you. And, of course, I would listen to anything he said. he had been back up in that same mountain and he was exploring he found things in that mountain that I never saw but he was exploring

very remote parts of that mountain and he said you know I started looking around where I was and there was some he used one of his famous sayings. I forgot what it was. He was in an Al-Ghomi holler, whatever that means.

I think that's where you have to carry the sunshine in and the bucket. It's so dark. The thought occurred to me that there was things in that, there could be things in that mountain that I'd never heard of. And he had a little Colt Woodsman, 22 pistol that he carried with him during most of these explorations and he was very proficient

with this weapon, but it was a 22 semi-automatic pistol. And he said he got expensive enough that he took that pistol out of his holster and carried it in his hand so it would be easily accessed if he

needed it. And he carried it in his hand on his trek back home. And my dad was a, well, he was my hero, but he was a he man. He, uh, he grew up rather poorly and he had three brothers. Well, usually what they ate for dinner was what my dad or one of his brothers brought home from the woods.

And they lived kind of in the middle of a, well, we lived in. the foothills and they had a little house that was out in the woods a good bit off you know on a little dirt trail wasn't on a highway but what they went to the field and brought home

squirrels rabbits whatever it was a lot of times was what they had to eat so he was a pretty proficient woodsman and knew a lot about the woods but for him to I've never known to be afraid of

anything. The man was in World War II for four years and he went through the worst battles in the Pacific. He was there at Midway and Ewojima and several other battles. And I've never known him to be afraid of much at all. But for him to get nervous enough to take that gun out of his holster and carry it, I didn't think much about it when he was telling me this but afterwards I thought I wonder what that man saw

something something he saw or something moved and he didn't know what it was something happened to frighten him to make him do that and I never got to ask him what it was this was in

early 1980s And I lost him in 1985. So I never got the chance to, I never got the chance to explore it with him after, after I woke up and realized what he was telling me. Yeah. Makes you wonder, makes you wonder what he saw and what he experienced. You know, he comes from that generation of guys to where not much shakes him up, not much. It was a different time, different generation, you know. So it does make you wonder what he saw or what he heard that told him to pull that gun and walk his way out.

Well, he was pretty proficient with that little weapon. Yeah, I can imagine. Yeah. I can't imagine. Yeah. Very large with it, but he was good with it. Yeah, I can imagine. Well, Richard, I appreciate coming on and sharing the encounters.

I really enjoyed talking with you. Well, now, you understand all I've told you is the truth is best. I can remember it. I can't tell you that I saw a Sasquatch. But I told you what happened. You can make up your own mind about what it was. I still wonder about it a lot of times. Yeah, I can imagine.

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so much to Four Hems for supporting the show. Let's jump back into it tonight. I want to welcome Jeff to the show. Jeff, thanks for coming on. Well, thank you for having me, Wes. It's an honor. Yeah, no, the honor is mine.

And, you know, I was thinking about us talking yesterday and some of the weird things that happened to you. You know, I have so many questions and I'm fascinated by it. If you would, would you just kind of start from the beginning? Tell us how all this started.

I know there was an when you were younger. But if you would, just kind of walk us into everything that happened to you. Small men stand informed to be to fly. Four corners of my body, my feet. Fly block away, and they pointed up in there, if I recall.

Well, just at that time, severe case of the measles. Now, I had had the measles the summer before, and you only get, I got it again, in presence being sick, But my sister, who was to blow bubbles. I had some, been given some, a little, it was so weak, I just flopped down

on the swing. And Bonnie began to blow bubbles, but I thought, boy, they're crappy bubbles. They burst. So I said to Bonnie, what are he talking about? The air is full of bubbles. Well, at that moment, I realized what she could see.

Summer West, on our little street, it was gasoline and set himself on fire, penetration of childhood I only put that dramatically having trouble seeing

and he said to wear glasses there's nothing wrong with his vision couldn't see that there was anything wrong with my not begun to GURS

and I began to legally go blind totally blind in your 50s can I ask you a quick question and forgive me for interrupting you but I'm fascinated by this whole thing you know a lot of times

when people say they're abducted it's very much how you describe I mean I've heard that time and time again, I'm not really an expert on the UFO abductions, but I've listened to many witnesses. And they describe being levitated and let out of the house. And do you think that actually happened, or do you think that there was a memory that was implanted? Because I don't know I've ever seen anyone float out of a house, but yet you talk to a lot of people who've been abducted, and they'll describe it exactly how you're describing it. What are your thoughts on that? I love to

very keen observer of my consciousness. My memory, I believe it or not, I remember remarkable memory. From the point of being on the hillock, and I think that my saga... And I appreciate you answering it. It's, again, forgive me, it's a new topic for me, but I'm fascinated by it. Don't apologize. Well, I appreciate that. So you get measles twice, which generally never happens. You start going blind. And what's kind of the next episode in the saga? I began to, I was a child of the 60s. I was involved in civil rights. I began, actually, blindness began to impact me in a positive way

when I realized that I could play instruments by ear. I was taking piano lessons. The teacher again was told, seeing that from that point on, subliminally taught me that I could play 20 instruments. And I made my life as a musician for many years. In them away, the thing that happened was, as a teenager, involved in the counterculture in Cleveland in the 60s, they called the Shropa lessons. Lessons about telepathy, to learn to do those things. The Christian church began to be turned. My intention was to learn to do that stuff. So in 1968, I climbed into a...

After a few days and the apartment of, I began hitchhiking alone with my back teacher. One of the things I do want to say is that our intentions about everything in life are extraordinarily important. What we intend in the Santa Cruz Mountains with her cycle for a rod. Does it hurt? Didn't touch it. I healed you. What she did, but I would like to know how to do what she did. She said, the light kept going on.

I'm getting your name. What's wrong? The front seat of a car lay next to the degree and I, really peaceful. It drank water. I want to know what she knows. I didn't know what you wanted. That's why you wrong. What is that thought? That is what I wanted. I sent you that telepathically. She got black with anger. She said, don't you ever young people there? Where I was, I think I'd be gone long. Wonderful place. A one religion people, how they control. He claimed that extraterrestrials, a unique and wonderful planet, rich with resources that really want, at least the reptilians, our emotional suffering, would go to the...

At this point, I have low... ...that she was able to communicate with these... She called yelling up the two. It seemed nuts. I mean, this just seemed... She said she wanted eyes, and he had been battling... She said she wanted ever... I began to...

She had future vision. or she was, she had a lot to say about extraterrestrials, I won't go into all of it. A cruel person that would be to heal. Well, here's a story that I mentioned that I know driving across in 1970. It was before El Paso streetlights. I was watching these lights and I said, what is that? What are those? Well, she had no explanation for it.

The road changed, and now it's going steeply up. tall face needle that went up physically impossible. It was a real with excitement. I've never seen her frightened. It was recording. And Jeff, do you think, do you think, I mean, and I know for the audience listening, they're going to think while this guy was on a bad acid trip, but I've heard weird things like this before,

and it's usually people have been abducted, and they'll have some weird memory, and then they'll go get hypnotized, and it was completely different from what they remember. Do you think that will, that's what was going on? What, in two beings walking to a yokel, we borrowed to serve that whole, course of that couple hours, nine o'clock at night, what is talked about, a long cabin, either had gone through it.

The city of the future was so simply smooth roadway. There was something along the side of the road, I'm going to a point with a red light on the end. Interesting. So this lady that you became friends with, Audrey. And before we go into any more experiences, do you think she was human? It seems like she's doing a lot of weird things that would make you kind of look at her and go, I don't know, she's from here. Plugged in intention, don't need to yell at me. Because she said, she threatened

myself. I gotcha. Well, she called it the control. Turkey out of the freezer, ripping into this traditional magic. Five thousand people were killed. I had no idea whether She was causing it, was able to see into the future, and pretended that she caused it. Example, well, first of all, you asked, she did things that were, he unwrapped the bandages, I'd play guitar, and there was that kind of experience. He claimed that I was an inner, no idea what that either, and I didn't believe it. You're sucking some energy from me, huh? Well, go ahead, take a big drink.

I did feel, for just a moment, sucking nausea, and my knees began to quake. I mean, literally, your face me, and I looked like another time we had lost our hot and trees as old to be in the dark, they're magnificent, and I could see about the size and, oh, a basketball at arm's length, size of a watermelon. But you could see that it was, she said, lack of understanding, but proven that I did not, and some connectedness that I did not. when I finally left her, I knew that small voice within goodness to God, people in the house, big time steal

from them, breaking her to write that weekend. It was Saturday night. And she had taken up all my time all day long with her teaching everybody. But I said, to the rest of the weekend, I've got to say, well, I told you that I book. And I'm reading with a magnifying glass, my face was really slow. Diff's sake. And with that, Yeah, that's fascinating. It makes you wonder who this woman was, you know. I mean, a lot of the experiences you experience are just really, they're odd, very odd experiences. I wanted to ask you, you know, when you were five and you were taken, were you ever taken again? I mean, beyond the incident with Audrey driving in Texas. Yeah. Yeah, another time that I, like, when they dug it was teaching it, woke up. In fact, I've taken. course on dream analysis and I'm in this moment of lights very couldn't were and they gave me us maybe not maybe this was part of the whole I developed from the time of seven plague of boils

it's all part of my guess is constellations there's a council 15 you know I know this is uh I know when you and I were talking the first time you're like this is crazy I wouldn't believe it if I didn't hear you know if it didn't happen to me I wouldn't believe a word of this and Of course. What I found, honestly, sometimes is sometimes the weirder things are closer to the truth than you might realize. One question I want to ask you, and I'll definitely have you back, Jeff, for a part two. But one question I want to ask you is, what do you think the aliens are? Do you think they're fallen angels?

I know that's one theory. Do you think they're another life form from another universe? Do you think, what is your take on it? are suffering. It's a fascinating take on the whole thing, you know, and I really appreciate you coming on and sharing this portion of it. I'm definitely going to have you back for

some of the demonic encounters and some more of the paranormal stuff that you experienced. Absolutely. Yes, that's a whole other element of it. I think that about working for principles that are universal knowledge freed me from... Yeah, I understand completely

what you're saying. Well, I appreciate you coming on again. Thank you again, Jeff. Thank you for having me. I look forward to the next time. And that's it for tonight, everyone. Remember, if you've had an encounter, shoot me an email. My email address is

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