Today, I want to tell you about a journey that I've been on for most of my life. Ever since I was a kid, I've heard tales of bigfoot and wild men while spending time with my friends and family. As I grew older and read more about the paranormal, my interest in encryptids and other things strange only deepened. That's why I'm so excited to share with you
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Survivor Man, and you're listening to Brian on Sasquatch Ottisen. Hey there, welcome back to Sasquatch. Thank you so much for being with us for the show. It is Friday. I hope you guys have had a merry Christmas. We've got an amazing show lined up for you. But as always, I want to start by inviting you. If you've had an encounter and you'd like to be at the show, shoot me an email and give me a Brian at Paranamalworldproductions dot com and head over to the website. Check it out,
become remember there and help support the show. I got to sit down and talk to Bridget from Ohio, and I have to be honest with you. Bridget has had some really amazing and out there encounters with Sasquatch and other entities. I'll let her tell you all about that. In just a second. You're going to hear us talk a little bit about a PDF that she put out. She sent that over to me an audio form as well as the PDF form, So I'm going to post the PDF over on ourparanorm World
Productions dot com website. Go to the sasquatch Otasy blog and follow that over and you will be able to read that PDF. But over the next couple of weeks, I'm actually going to put out the audio version of that PDF here for you. It'll probably be a couple of episodes because it's several hours long, but it's a Bridget reading all of her experiences from beginning to end. Make sure you stick around for that. As I said, she's had
some really interesting encounters. You're probably going to be shaking your head early on in this. Try to stick around into the very end because we do address that, and we have a really good conversation, and I think she brings up some fantastic points that happened right at the end of the interview. So I definitely think you should stick around to the end and make sure you catch all of that. But enough of that, I know you guys are ready to get into it. Bridget's on the line, She's ready to go.
It's all you have to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. I want to welcome our guest to the show. It is Bridget from Ohio. Welcome to the show, Bridget. Thank you. I'm glad to have you. So let's get right into it. Let's talk about Bigfoot. Let's talk about the pair normal. What got you interested in the subject to begin with? I wasn't honestly interested in the bigfoot subject. I had an encounter with a bigfoot in two thousand and one and became interested after that.
I've had a lifetime of experiences with the phenomenon and high strangeness in general, but just that one experience with the bigfoot. It was in the Yukon Territories in Canada on my way back from Alaska, and I feel like I need to give a little bit of context here as to what I was doing in the Yukon Territories on my way back from Alaska. As I said, I've had a lifetime of experiences. I am a lifelong high level experiencer.
I have conscious memories of grays in my room as young as two and three years old, and it's been a continual thing throughout my life with the phenomenon with non human intelligence. And I am also a lifelong my Lab abductee. The government as well has been very interested in my experiences. It's nothing new to me. It's something that I've dealt with my entire life and just had to accept that this was my role and this was what I was meant to
experience. So as frightening as it all was, as confused as I was most of my life about it all, I realized at some point I can't make it stop. So I need to tuck that fear away because that emotion does not serve me in this situation, and I need to just lean into this with everything I've got and see what I can make of it. So, after a lifetime of various different experiences, which I won't get into here because there's just so many there's not enough time, I was sent a calendar
in the mail. The electric company sends it out to everyone with those scenic pictures for each month, and two of those scenic pictures were of mountains, And as soon as I saw the pictures, I had this strange electric type shock inside my body. Something told me I need to go there. And one of the pictures was of Mount Rainier in Washington State and the other one was from Danali National Park in Alaska. I didn't know what mountain I needed
to go to. Was it one of these two mountains or just a mountain? And why would I need to go to a mountain? But I had this overwhelming sense of there's something there for you. You need to go there. So I decided I was going to do exactly that I needed to get to the bottom of these experiences. Something told me that the answer I was looking for was in one of these mountains. So my first attempt, I
decided I would go to Mount Rainier first. I live in Ohio, and I thought Mount Rainier is the closest, so I will go there first and see if I feel anything there, If I feel like this is where I'm supposed to be, and if not, then I'll know it's Alaska that I need to go to. So on my first attempt to Mount Rainier, I didn't make it. I had an experience where I was heading towards an underpass late at night, in the middle of the night, and I saw this
bright light. I thought at first it was another car coming towards me, but then as I got closer, I could see it was one bright light and I initially thought this must be a work crew. How they set up in the center of the highway. That's their light that I'm seeing. But right as I got to the underpass, something hit me some feeling, and I knew, oh, this isn't a work crew. Just like that, in a snap. The next thing I know, I'm driving down the highway
at sixty five miles an hour. My radios turned all the way up, but it's off station, so it's just buzz coming through. And my dog and I just looked at each other with this shocked, confused expression on our faces. What was that? Something just happened, but I couldn't place my finger on it. So within a day or so of that experience, my car broke down in a tiny little town in the middle of nowhere. They said they were going to have to order the part because they didn't have it.
It was going to take days for them to get this part. Then they had to fix car, and it was super expensive. It took all the money I had just to get the car fixed so that I could get back home. So I knew I wasn't going to make it to Mountaineer on my first try, but I was not going to give up. I needed to get to the bottom of this. So after I spent like ten days in a hotel. The first few nights were fine. I was well rested, I was soaking in bads. We were ordering pizza. It was just
my dog and I my husky. My dog and I were hiking during the day. We were well rested and felt good. A third or fourth night in that hotel, I woke up the next morning with that same hangover feeling that I had felt all my life when these strange events would happen to me. The back of my head felt really fuzzy. My whole body just felt exhausted, like my muscles. I could feel it in my muscles, and I knew this wasn't just a dream. Something happened to me while I was
asleep, but I have no memory of it. I felt great last night when I went to bed the post got eight hours sleep. Why am I waking up feeling this way? And so the next three or four nights in that hotel, it was the same thing. I woke up feeling the same way, feeling that trauma and anxiety that I had been through something that I just couldn't remember. So I started hounding the repair shop. At this point,
I just wanted to go home. So finally they did fix my car and we did make it back home, but I wasn't going to give up. I regroup and bought another car, and less than a year later I made my second attempt to Mount Rainier in Washington. This time we did make
it out there. I had changed a few things. I knew that these things were happening at night when I was asleep, so I decided that we would sleep during the day at a public place like a Walmart in the parking lot, under a security camera, with lots of people walking by, and that we would drive at night, because at least if I was a week I had some sort of fighting chance of fighting this off, whatever it was.
So on the second trip, we did make it to Mountaineer, and it was just as beautiful as the picture that I had in that calendar that I'd kept, But I knew as soon as we got there that was not the mountain I was being called to, and I knew at that point that it was the last guy I was going to have to go to. I also knew that was a much more in depth trip than just cross country to Washington, so I knew I would have to go home and regroup and seriously
planned for this trip. On the way back from the second trip, where we did make it to Mountaineer, my grandmother died. I didn't know that though I was woken up in the middle of the night this gold ball of light that just came through the back window of my suv where we had been sleeping, and came into my body. It went into my chest, and as the light started entering my chest, I recognized it. I knew that
it was a part of that light that we are all part of. And as the rest of the energy entered into my body, it clicked, and I knew instantly this was my grandma's soul, and she said to me in her voice. I heard her voice in my head say, no, matter what happens, it's okay. And before I could even respond, that light started steeping out of my back. And as it was leaving my back, it left me with this overwhelming feeling of just loneliness and being left all alone,
and a feeling of loss and a feeling of sadness. I grabbed my dog, who was sleeping next to me in the back of the suv, and I was just sobbing so hard, just rocking back and forth. I don't remember going back to sleep, but apparently I did. And the next thing I remember is my phone ringing at seven point thirty in the morning, and it was my dad, and he didn't want to tell me that my grandma had died because he knew I still had to drive all those miles to
get back home. So he just said, in the most cheerful voice that he could come up with, I need you to come back home now. We'll talk when you get back here, but I need you to head back right now. And I said to him, Dad, I already know Grandma died. At one twenty two last night. Her spirit came and said goodbye to me, and I could feel his shock and disbelief through the phone. I could feel it. Then I also felt some anger or jealousy that his
mother had chosen me to do that with and not him. So they ended up delaying my grandmother's funeral until I made it back for my trip. That was one of the most difficult experiences of my life, was sitting through that funeral and realizing that door really is closed and she really is gone. So I took that energy, that sadness, that anger. I was very angry,
like, why did they take her from me? I was closest to my Grandmo than anyone else in the world, and I was just very angry that they took her from me at a time when I needed her most, when I was facing this big final showdown of mine, that's when they chose to take her from me. It was like a kick in the guy. So I took that anger and sadness and I turned it into energy and determination to get to the bottom of this. I spent nearly the next year preparing
for this trip to Alaska. I bought a shotgun and started training at the shooting range with my uncle. I'll never forget something that he said to me on one of our last training sessions. He said, don't ever point this gun. It's something that you don't want to kill. But if you have to point this gun, you better be ready and able to pull that trigger.
And I had thought that the gun would be used perhaps if a bear or a bobcat came out in the wilderness in Alaska, because I knew that I was taking off into the wilderness by myself in Alaska to find some mountain and supposedly there was something there for me. So I was preparing in any way I could. I created a sophisticated first aid kit with painkillers, with a needle and thread if I needed to give myself stitches with these plastic bandages
to stop blood loss and gaping wounds. Because I knew I was going to be on my own and if something happened, nobody would be there to help me. I had a new car, I had fair tires, I had any and all fluids that I could need for this car. I was well prepared. I had the whole journey mapped out in a binder where I had figured out the distances from one point to the next and where I would be
stopping. And I made sure that I would stop at a large town that had a big, twenty four hour a day open situation, where I could sleep during the day with hopefully security cameras or at least a large amount of foot traffic going by, and that I would be driving at night. I set off on this third trip to Alaska, and I did make it to Alaska. However, it was the single most terrifying experience of my life.
I felt this darkness following me the whole way there. I knew I was being watched, and as we got closer to Alaska, my dog and I both became very sick. We couldn't eat or drink anything. We were vomiting, we were dry heaving. We couldn't even take a few SIPs of water, and we were vomiting and dry heaving. Something was attacking us. I could feel the energy, and the closer we got to Alaska, the more
intense that got. We did make it to Alaska, and a lot of bad things happened, physical bad things like men trying to break into my car when I was in a store purchasing some sweatshirts and postcards and memorabilia type stuff. Even though something inside me knew that I wasn't going to make it back. I knew that this was a one way trip, but I was trying to cover my ass, if you will, and make it look like, oh, yeah, this was a tourist trip out to Alaska, because my
parents were very concerned about my mental well being at this point. This was the third time that I was taken off by myself to drive to alaa so with my dog, and I couldn't really tell them why it was I was going out there. I just had this feeling that my car would be found but I wouldn't, and I wanted them to find those mementos in there, I guess to legitimize what I had said. So while I was in the store, I had this overwhelming feeling that you need to leave right now.
I just grabbed a few things off the shelf, and I threw the money at the cashier and said keep the change, and I ran out the door. And as I ran out the door, I had left my windows cracked for my dog to have some air. And as I ran out the door, there were these two men. One was sticking his hand through the front window that was open a few inches as my dog lunged at him. The
other man would try to stick his hand through the back window. So my dog was lunging back and forth trying to keep these two men from getting the car door open. And mind you, this was after like seven to ten days of us being seriously ill and attacked by this energy. So when I saw them, I just dropped everything and hit the alarm button on my car
and started screaming, Hey, what the hell are you doing? And I just took off, running straight forward them, and they stopped and turned to me in this very slow motion and I saw something flash or flicker in their eyes. Something changed in their eyes, and they get I'm starting to shape even just recounting this, and they gave me like this sickening smile, and they just turned and ran away. So I knew at this point, this is getting serious, this is getting intense. Something is trying to keep me
from making it to this mountain. But it just pissed me off, and I was like, now I'm going to get there one way or another, or I'm going to die trying. So we went to a hotel in Anchorage, and I wanted to take a couple days for us to try and retoop and hopefully feel a little bit better, get something to eat or drink in
us before we took off into the wilderness on our own. While we were at that hotel, the window had a broomstick type mechanism that was attached to it that is a safety mechanism, and it kept the window from sliding all the way open. So I'm sitting in the hotel room, my dog and I are still very sick, and all of a sudden, all the hair on my dog's back stands up and he starts burying his teeth, saliva just dripping from his mouth, and I see this hand through the corner of the
window. I had the curtains drawn, so I could just see the hand in the arm come down through the curtains, and it was reaching around trying to find that broomstick like mechanism to lift that up so that it can slide the window the rest of the way. I grabbed my shotgun at that point, and I was ready to blow that man's head off. Like I just sat there hoping that he would get the window open, because I knew legally he had to be in the room for me to not be held accountable for
his death. So I quieted my dog and I let him know not to make a sound. I took the safety off my gun, aimed it, and just sat there waiting for him to get through the window so that I could blow his head off. He never did get that broomstick thing lifted up and gave up eventually, But we sat there all night, shaking like a leaf, just waiting for this man to attempt to come back in the room. And at the first light, I grabbed all of our stuff and my
dog and I still had my shotgun in my hand. I was so scared that somebody was going to be right outside the door when I opened the door, that they would be by my car, so I had the gun loaded the safety off. If anybody would have approached me or tried anything, I would have pulled the trigger. That's how frazzled I was at that point. I also had some episodes where there was some missing time and I knew some really traumatic bad things had happened, but I didn't try to remember what they
were. Something inside me knew that I couldn't go back there. I couldn't and didn't want to remember that, or that would be the end of me. I had to just keep going and get to this mountain and get whatever this was, and be done with this, and stay tuned for more sasqua job to see. We're right back after these messages, after all of that happened, and my dog and I were just getting sicker, and then the traumatic missing time, and I decided that's it. My dog's about to die.
I could see that it was really taking a toll on him. He was in a lot worse shape than I was, and I just decided that's it. I'm giving up. I'm going to turn around and go back home. It's not worth losing my dog over. So we got in the car and decided that we were going to drive back. We were in no shape to take off driving for weeks to get back to Ohio, but I had no choice, really, so we got in the car and took off driving back home. I could still feel that darkness following me. There was an
episode. We hadn't been able to eat or drink. He hadn't gone to the bathroom. It had been like ten days at least, maybe more so. Finally my dog drank a little bit of water. The further we got out of Anchorage, moving out of Alaska, it's like I could feel that illness, that energy that was making us sick, kind of diminish. So my dog finally did drink a little water, and he was acting like he needed to go to the bathroom. So I pulled over on the side of
the road. I told myself that we were not going to get out of the view of the car. I had my gun, I had my dog, and I had my keys, and we were just going to stay right by the car and walk along the edge of the woods and let the dog sniff around and go to the bathroom, and then we were going to get back in the car and take off. I don't know how it happened. I don't have any memory of entering into the wilderness. I have no memory
of walking through the wilderness. One minute, I'm remembering walking back and forth looking at my car, and the next minute we're deep in the woods. I can't remember how we got there, and I'm wondering what just happened. Something just got a hold of me again, And how far in these woods are we? And did I walk straight in? Or are we going to be lost out here? So all of a sudden, my dog once again, same as in the hotel room. He just stopped dead in his tracks,
and all the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He was baring his teeth, aliba dripping, and he was looking at this big tree that was probably about thirty feet in front of us. I expected a bear or a bobcat or some predator animal was going to come out of that tree or behind that tree. He was definitely focused on the tree. So I threw his leash on the ground and stepped on it with my boot to
keep him from running into the tree. I got my gun and took the safety off, and I just stood there and I was scanning my surroundings. I was looking for any movement. I was just hyper fixated on something's about to happen here, and I need to be ready. And about that time, this scraggly looking wild man stepped out from behind the tree, and I could see flames doancing in his eyes. I could feel the evil, the
darkness in this man. So I said to him, buddy, I don't want any problems here, but if you take one more step in my direction, that's exactly what we're going to have. And he gave me this evil smile like he was thinking about that, and then he lunched at me, and I pulled that trigger so fast. I didn't hesitate for a second. And I'm not trying to pat my own back here. But I had become a really good shot. I had hit a bull's eye from three times that
distance. In my practice, I had learned to control the kickback. I knew what I was doing with that gun, and he was only thirty feet away from me. There's no way I didn't hit him. I aimed at his chest and I was using large game cartridges, and those pellets spread a pretty good distance, so there is no way that at least some of those pellets wouldn't have hit him. But yet those pellets seemed to just go right
through him. He didn't even register that anything had happened. He was still running towards me, and I knew at that point this is not a mere human that I'm dealing with. And I threw the gun around my shoulder and scooped up my dog's leash and we just took off and started running. I've never run so fast in my entire life. It felt like my feet weren't even hitting the ground. We eventually break out of this wilderness and we're on the road and I can see about a quarter of a mile down the road
is my car. So I'm heading towards the car, and I'm telling myself I could feel him behind me. He was chasing me, and I could feel him getting closer and closer. It felt like at any moment he was going to reach out and just grab me. So I went to turn around to see how close he was, and this voice in my head said, no, don't turn, and look. If you do, you lose put all your energy into getting out of this. You can see how you did when it's over. I didn't recognize the voice. I had no idea what
it was, but I could feel the light coming from this communication. I could feel that this entity was on my side, and I listened to that voice. I didn't turn around. I was fumbling through my pocket trying to get my keys out so that I could unlock the car. As we got to the car, I knew I couldn't stop to get my keys. Once we got there, I never broke pace. I never looked back. We continued running. I finally got the keys out of my pocket right before we
got to the car, unlocked the car. We dove in, and I fish tailed it out of there. The Alaskan Highway at the time was just a gravel road. You could only go about thirty five forty miles an hour on there, and there's these huge pot holes, so you really had to watch the road like a hawk. But we fishchailed out of there, and I hadn't even taken the gun off of my shoulder. I just I was shaking like a leaf. I could barely breathe. I think I was starting
to hyper ventilate, but I was not about to stop. I had to just get out of there. It was a couple of hours before I even slowed down enough to take the gun off my shoulder. I never stopped, but I did slow down enough to get the gun off my shoulder and catch my breath. So that's the backstory to how it is that I found myself in the Yukon Territory on my way back from Alaska, on a trip that I never thought that I would make it back from. A couple of days
goes by after that incident of that man in the wilderness. We made it out of Alaska, and we were in the Yukon Territory in Canada Head and back down to the Lower forty eighth. I hadn't seen a car in a couple of days. It was normal like that out there at that time. You rarely saw another human being or another car. You were lucky if you saw one every few days. So it had been a few days since we'd
seen another car or person. We were coming up over this hill. It was a normals I won't say, Sonny, it's always cloudy and overcast up there, but it was a totally clear, normal day. Nothing to where it would obstruct my view or anything. And as we come up over this hill, I can see down the hill and straight out in front of me there is a sasquatch walking from the edge of the road up onto the road.
I knew that this was not a chance encounter, that this thing was here for me, and I also knew that it had planned it perfectly, the timing so that it would be standing in the center of the road right at the point that my car intersected it. I didn't know what to do. I was scared to death. I couldn't turn around and head back in the direction that I just came from. That was just nothing but death and
horrifying things that had happened back there. I certainly wasn't going to stop, so all I could do the only choice I had was to keep going. I was worried that my dog was going to go berserk and jump across my lap trying to get to this thing, which was going to be right outside my driver's side window. And in a matter of second, and I turned and looked at my dog, and he's in some sort of trance. He's not moving. I don't even see him breathing. He's just sitting there.
I've never seen him like that before, no movement at all from my dog. So I looked at my dog and I look back, and I think, Okay, here we go. I'm about to intersect with this thing. And I knew that I was no physical match for this thing. It was eight or nine feet tall, It had black fur. I could see the muscles rippling under the skin as it walked across the road. This was no man in a monkey suit. And I could feel the consciousness of this thing.
It was there for me, and it timed it perfectly to be in the center of the road right when my car intersected it. And this is going to sound so crazy, but I swear to you this is the truth. As my car intersected this thing, and it was standing about six inches from my driver's side window, it was like someone pushed the pause button. Everything froze. The leaves were no longer rustling on the trees, My car was not moving, my dog already had not been moving. Everything just froze.
And here's my car just hanging in suspended animation with this being right beside my car window. And I turned and looked, and when I made eye contact with it. There was a telepathic communication, and the communication was so complex and multi layered and overwhelming it's difficult to even put it into words.
But the gist of this telepathic communication was that he said that he was a programmed being who was sent here to keep me from making it out of this wilderness alive, but that he was hurting in here too, just like me, and that he wasn't going to kill me. He was going to help me in the hopes that I could help us all. He said his boss would be coming for me, and that I shouldn't stop and I shouldn't sleep, that I just should go all the way. And at that moment,
it was like someone pressed the unpaused button. My car sped past this thing. The leaves started rustling again, my dog was moving again, and I just was shaking like a leaf, thinking this didn't really happen. I'm trying to talk myself out of this, like I had to have created this in my mind because of all this trauma that's been going on. And I glanced in my driver's side rear view mirror and this thing was black, and the grass and the foliage and the leaves on the trees was green. So there
was no way that it blended into the edge of the road. As I glanced in my driver's side view mirror, I see this thing pixel out. It turned into a bunch to pixels and disappeared into thin air. That just
pulled the rug right out from under me. So at that point I had it several points throughout my life felt that this was a simulation, that this was some sort of virtual reality, based on some of my other experiences that had happened throughout my life, but this was yet another experience that pretty much solidified it for me. If I could believe my eyes and this thing actually did pixel out as I saw it do in my mirror and disappear into thin
air, then I knew I was right. This was a simulation, This was some sort of virtual reality, that this whole experience of mine has all been some sort of simulated experience. Again, I felt like the rug had just been pulled out from under me with everything that had happened in Alaska and then that experience. But I also felt even though I felt like this being was a player of the dark Side, I'd always known that there were two teams at play, the side of the Dark and the side of the light,
and I'd always been able to read energy signatures. I could tell when something approached me if it was a player for the dark side or the light side. I could just identify that the energy signature. Even though I knew that this being was a player for the dark side, I felt love and respect from this being. I felt that it understood that I was hurting and it was hurting too, and that it was trying to help me, and
that it loved me. I could feel that I could see it in its eyes, which scared me because most of the dark beings that I'd had interactions with, that was not the feeling I got from any of them, like they wanted to destroy me. And I barely made it out through all those other experiences. But here this player for the dark side was showing empathy to me and love and compassion, and it basically sacrificed itself and went against its own orders to help me. So the whole way back, I was filled
with this guilt and this weight on my shoulders. What did he mean so that I could help us all? What can I possibly do to help us all? I can't even help myself. I don't understand all of this. I don't know why all this is happening to me, and I certainly don't know what I can do to help us all. So I've had that weight on my shoulders the rest of my life, really, and I did end up making it back from Alaska. We drove pretty much NonStop. We only
slept a couple of times when I physically had no choice. I was so wren down. I was afraid I would crash us and kill us if I didn't get some sleep, So we would pull over always during the day, only for a couple of hours. I could still feel that darkness. It was like it was always two steps behind and catching up quick. I could feel it coming for me, like it was waiting for me to mess up.
So I slept as little as humanly possible the whole way back then, when we made it to Interstate seventy four, that's the interstate that the exit for my home is off of. Now, we were still a few hours away from my home. We were in Indiana, but that is the highway that the exit for my home is on. When we hit Interstate seventy four, my body like involuntarily let out this sigh of relief, oh, this is the highway I live on. We might actually make it through all of
this. And that was all it took, was me letting my guard down that little bit, and all of these horrifying images of the things that had happened in Alaska just started coming out of nowhere and hitting me. And I was trying to push it out of my head, saying, nope, you can't remember that. You don't want to know that. That'll be your end. I was starting to have a panic attack. My hands and my feet went numb, and I felt this w on my chest. I felt like
I was going to have a heart attack. And I ended up with my arms being able to steer the car to the side of the highway and I brought it to a stop with my numb foot on the brake, but I couldn't shift it into park. I was just sitting there, leaned up against the steering rail with my foot trying to push down on the brake, and I felt like I was going to die. I felt, okay, I was right, I'm not going to make it back from this trip. We were close, we almost made it, but I'm not going to make it.
Then I saw in my driver's rear view mirror a Semi coming my way, and I knew that I had to do something to stop those memories from entering back into my head no matter what. So I realized, I'm going to have to pull out in front of this semi and let it hit me, and it's going to knock me unconscious, and there's a good chance I won't survive it. But there's zero chants that I'll survive with these memories resurface in my head. So this is my best shot, my only shot.
It's the only car I see coming, and I knew my dog, who wasn't strapped in, would not survive this impact. But those were my choices, and so I made it. And as the Semi got near me, I used my numb arms and lammed my foot on the gas and pulled out right in front of this semi. As it's coming down the highway at sixty five miles an hour. This poor guy almost jackknifed his trailer to keep from
hitting me. He swerved so hard, screeched his truck in this mangled position to a stop, and got out of his truck and was screaming at me, what do you have of fucking dug wish, and all I could get out was heart attack, nine one one cleat and his demeanor, the look on his face just changed instantly, and he grabbed his cell phone and he
called nine one one and he was talking to them. They were trying to get him to get me to unlock the car door so that he could check me, check my pulse or something, and I wouldn't because I knew that darkness was still after me, and I didn't trust anything or anyone. And I told him, buddy, I am not opening these doors or rolling down these windows till I see siren. He relayed that to the nine one one operator, who suggested that I roll down my window a few inches and stick
my wrist out so that he could check my pulse via my wrist. So I agreed to do that. Shortly after that, the ambulance and the police showed up. They were all trying to convince me to get out of the car and to get into the ambulance and let them check me out. And I just kept hearing that Sasquatch's voice in my head over and over, don't stop, don't sleep, just go all the way. Something inside me was telling me, no, I have to keep going. I have to keep
going. But the police officer said to me, you have no choice. I can't let you take off driving in this state. You have to to get out of the car and come to the ambulance and let them check you out. And I was telling the police officer, I can't leave my dog on the side of the road in the darkness, because I knew what was after us, and that was my biggest fear. I can't leave my dog on the side of the road in the darkness to go off in this ambulance.
That's not going to happen. He said, call your parents and tell them the location and tell them to come get your dog right now. And I promise you I will stay right here with your car until your parents get here to pick him up. So I agreed. After that police officer promised me that he would stay with my dog. I agreed. I told them all just back up. I'll do it myself. I unlocked my car door, I got out of my car, and I remember taking two steps and
then I blacked out. I woke up in the ambulance, which the doors were still open, and I could see my car and my dog could see me. And I can see the look on his face. It's like he was hoping and praying that I would get out of that ambulance and come back to the car. And he had this very worried look on his face, and as they started to close the ambulance doors, he realized that I wasn't
coming back to the car. The look of Kert on that dog's face did more to me than any of those terrible things that had happened to me in Alaska. It broke me. It just broke me. I came undone in the ambulance. I was shaking. I was shaking so hard, and I was so hot from the inside. All this heat was radiating out at me, and I was shaking so hard. They said that I was going to break my teeth, and that since I couldn't calm myself down, that they
were going to have to tranquilize me for my own safety. And all I could see was that look on my dog's face, that heart broken look, as they closed those doors and he watched me drive off, leaving him there in the darkness, knowing what was at after us. And they did tranquilize me within a few minutes. It was like I was floating on this cloud. I didn't forget anything. I knew everything that had happened and what I had done to my dog, and then I basically sacrificed him to save myself,
but that I had no choice. The police officer was not going to let me drive off anyway. So we get to the hospital and I thought just a few minutes had gone by, but apparently a few hours had gone by, because my parents were walking into the hospital and the first thing out of my mouth is where's Arrows? Where is my dog? And my mom said, calm down, Arrows is in the car. He's fine, he's waiting for you. Let's get you checked out of here and get you home.
So I was checked out of the hospital. My mom was going to drive my car back with me and Arrows in it, and my dad was going to drive their car and follow us back home. So my mom was driving, I was in the passenger seat, and my dog was in the back seat. And as we took off driving, my dog laid his head on my mom's shoulder and let out this sigh, and I could hear him almost telepathically. I could hear him say, thank God, you guys are here because we weren't gonna make it. I did make it back home.
It wasn't like we were safe. Once I made it back home, I knew that darkness was still after me and that it would not be the last I would see of it. But it was like, at least now we have the home court advantage. I'm back home, I know my surroundings, I have my family, So there was a little bit of a sigh of relief. Dark things continued to happen. That was not the end of the saga, for sure, but it was different. I felt like I had more control over it. I felt stronger in some way. I felt like
I was more able to deal with it. And I never did let those memories back in. I always knew it was there, I always felt it sitting in my head, but I had repressed it and knew that I could not let that back in, no matter what, at any cost, I could not let that back in. So then I had an awakening. During the COVID lockdowns in twenty nineteen and twenty twenty, I was hit with an awakening where all of a sudden, it was like a dozen TV screens being
whizzed at my head. But It wasn't just images, it was everything. It was the emotion, the feeling, everything that I experienced during these episodes of high strangeness throughout my life was just hitting me like downloads, like one after another. And I was seeing it from a different perspective, not from this three D person that I am experiencing it sad and scared and traumatized.
I was seeing it from outside myself, from above it all, and I can see why this had to happen, and how this led me here and who was responsible for this? Just hit with a massive amount of stuff. So after that awakening, I started trying to put them all together. What does all of this mean? These were those answers that I've been searching for my whole life. I got most of it back, but I knew they would. They didn't give me all of it back. In my mind,
I kept saying, how does Alaska fit in? Why did I keep trying to get back to the same place over and over again? What was there for me that I obviously didn't find? There's something you're not telling me here because this battle would have happened anywhere. Why did I keep trying to get back to a particular place, what was in Alaska that I didn't find? And at that point I was hit with this memory that I had no knowledge
of. Most of these things that I had been hit with, I would have conscious flashback is what I called them, little instances where if somebody showed you a slide, and a slide show, you just get one frame and you can't put anything around it or connect it to anything, and you don't know really what it was, and you didn't really have consciousness memory of that experience. But here it is this one little flash, this one little slide, and during that slide, you feel the emotion, the trauma, the
stress. So it happened to you. You remember it, You have a remembrance, and you're like, why didn't I remember that before? Where has that been all my life? How could this memory just not be there? So as I'm getting hit with all of this stuff during my awakening, I was suddenly starting to put it all together, what this all was? Then I knew that they had still kept something from me. What was the Alaska deal? Why did I have to go that far? And I was shown
this memory that I never had any flashbacks of. I never had any knowledge whatsoever of this and the memory was of me being in an underground city. This underground location, I was in a huge arena and it was like a hockey rink. There was a glass wall that was from about my waist all the way way up to the ceiling. There was this blue skinned being sitting beside me. My body was frozen. I couldn't move anything but my eyes, but I was looking out of the corner of my eyes trying to see
what this being is, who's sitting beside me. All of a sudden, at the end of this field, there was this white wall, and it seemed unnatural, almost alive. There was something really strange about this white wall, and it was emitting so much light. It was lighting up this full underground stadium. And all of a sudden, a door opened up in the center of it. It was probably the length of three football fields away,
that's how big this stadium was. And I see this blue being step out of this door from the white wall, and the white wall closes, and this being is walking towards us, but it's so far away, it's like all I can see is like a spot on the horizon, and I'm sitting there and I get this message like this telepathic message from this being sitting beside me that says focus, And I'm thinking, what am I supposed to be focusing on? This is nothing but an empty field and some being walking across.
Why is it taking so long for this being to get over here? You guys can do all this, but you don't have a hoverboard or a golf cart to get this thing over here. And that quick could hit me. That's it. I just hit the nail on the head. Of course, they could instantly being before me if they wanted to. They're purposely having this being start from a far off distance and they're waiting for some sort of reaction from me, so they're obviously trying to judge at what distance this reaction
will happen. And at that point I felt anger from not only this being beside me, but these beings that I could feel were behind me. I couldn't see them, but I could feel them behind me, and I knew I'd hit the nail on the head. They were pissed off that I landed on that truth. As this being got closer and closer, I could see that it was carrying something. As it got close enough to where I could
start to make out details. It was this beautiful, luminous, blueskinned being that had this light coming from underneath of it, and it hit me all of a sudden that this light coming from this blue being is the same light that's making up this white wall down at the end of the stadium. And I knew, whatever this being is made of is the same material that wall is made of. And once again I landed on a truth, and I
could feel the beings behind me go into a rage. They wanted to tear me apart, and the blue being sitting beside me said telepathically, sometimes I'm able to pierce these veils through some of these experiences. I've been privy to conversations that they weren't aware that I was privy to. I always thought of it as like a special little gift or ace up my sleeve that I had been given that somehow I perceived these stations that they didn't think I was listening
to. And the being beside me, when these beings behind me were pissed and they said something to her to the being beside me, something to the effect of, this isn't going the way it's supposed to, or we're giving away more than we're getting or something like that, and they wanted to tear me apart, to kill me right then and there. But this blue being beside me said telepathically to them, no weight, she hasn't even seen it yet, And that caught my attention, and I thought, seen what yet?
And as this blue being walking across the field got even closer, I could see that she was carrying a child, and she was carrying this child like a woman would carry a toddler on her hip, and the child was facing the white wall looking over this being shoulder, so I could only see the back of this child. But something about its hair caught my attention, and I thought to myself, Hey, that's like my hair. And before I could even finish the thought, I knew, no, it's not like
my hair. It is my hair. And I was so confused, thinking what is this? Was this being made from me? And right at that moment, the being beside me smiled and gave me a flashback of a pregnancy when I was nineteen years old that I ended up having a miscarriage on Christmas night, of all times, in the middle of the night, I had this miscarriage, and this being was conveying to me that they had taken that fetus, and that was what I was seeing in this being before me.
They gave the instruction for the being on the field to have this child turn and face me, and the being on the field that was carrying this child whispered something into its ear, and this child turned and faced me, and it was a hybrid child of a gray alien and a human stay tuned for more sasquad jobysy war right back after these messages. It had the big, black slanted eyes, the arms and legs were too long for the body, and the hair was really thin. But I knew it was my hair.
I knew it was my child. I could feel the connection. But I also knew that this glass wall that was put up was like some sort of one way mirror. That I could see this child, but this child couldn't see me, and that it blocked any resonance. No energy of any sort could get through this wall. This child couldn't sense my presence, just as I didn't sense her presence until I saw her hair, and that triggered something in me. I recognized it on a cellular level, if that makes any
sense. And so after I'm given back this experience during my awakening, and I like snap out of that experience and just fall to the floor in tears. I'm hysterical and I'm vomiting and I'm shaking, and I realized that's what
was drawing me to Alaska. It was this hybrid child, and it had been conveyed to me in the awakening that we were important to their research, that they were trying to study that connection and what happens when that connection is kept from the both of us. And I realized and put it all together. This child developed her sighabilities and was drawing me to Alaska like some sort of beacon. And that's what was drawing me to Alaska over and over again.
And they were trying to stop me from reaching her because our part in this experiment was that there was to be no contact and they wanted to see what that would do to us. But I guess after the third try, they realized she's never going to give up. She's going to keep coming for her. And that was one of the repress things that happened when I was
in Alaska that I had told myself, I don't want that back. So it all came together for me and after my awakening, I was left feeling like, wow, Okay, so I got some of the answers that I had been after during my whole life and what it all meant and why some of these things had happened to me. But I'm still left with that guilt,
that feeling of obligation to the Sasquatch. It sacrificed itself for me in the hopes that I could help us all, and I'm still thinking with all the answers that I was given back and everything in my awakening, I'm still thinking, what does it mean? What am I supposed to do with all of this? What can I do to help us all? This creature sacrificed itself in the hopes that I might do something, and I don't know what
that is. And then it hit me what I can do to help us all is to go public with my experience, to shine a light on all of this, and to share with everyone what I learned from it, what it meant, what it showed me, and hopefully that will change the way we live our lives and the way we treat each other, and the way we treat the earth and animals in it. It has the ability to reshape
our entire life experiences. And it was like an epiphany moment. That's what I can do to make the sacrifice that this feature made for me worth it in some way to feel like I lived up to or earned what he gave for me. So that's when I sat down, in like a stream of consciousness, I typed out my PDF. I typed it out in four or five marathon typing sessions. I didn't even go back and read it. I didn't fit any spelling mistakes, nothing. As soon as I typed the last
word, I pulled the thumb drive out of my computer. I ran down to the copy store, had him print out a few hard copies, and then I posted it as a public, free PDF for everyone to see, know, and have access to. And I felt this sense of ah, it's out of my hands. Now it's off my test. I did do something with all of this, something that's hopefully going to make a positive change.
And I've continued to try and make that positive change by coming onto shows and speaking like I am today, trying to make as many as I can aware of these experiences in the hopes that it'll help fill in some blanks for others. Or give others the courage to come forward with their experiences. I think our world is changing fast, and I think that this topic isn't as
taboo as it once was. I think people are realizing that there is a lot more to our reality than we ever realized or had access to in the past. I believe that this great awakening that we're going through is us being given an upgrade, a chance to partake in some of this greater reality that we've not had act access to. So it was pretty much shown to me that our brains are receivers. They're like a radio. All the stations are
present, but you only experience what you're tuned into. We're going to be given the ability to have control over our dial and be able to tune into more stations, if you will, than what we've ever been able to before.
So with regards to the Sasquatch, I came to believe it's my belief that these beings are existing all around us in another frequency that we can't perceive, but they have the ability to tune their dial, to tune into and become a part and interact with our physical reality, and then they can tune themselves right back out to a higher frequency that we're unable to reach or unable to see, and that would explain why some crafts and beings appear and disappear
right before our eyes. How it is that these beings are physical and able to interact with our reality, yet we've never found a skeleton or a dead body, or any solid physical proof to prove that these beings are here. And it just all flicked for me that they're tuning into our reality and interacting with it and interacting with us, but that's not the frequency that they exist at, and they're able to tune back out of our reality just as easily.
And prior to now, we've not had the ability to pierce those frequency veils and get to those higher frequencies that we can perceive these beings. And I believe that's changing with the Great Awakening and everything that's starting to come out, and science is starting to catch up with it all. I just think it's going to be a whole new world before too long. So thank you
for letting me come on and share all this craziness. Like I said, if it helps one person fill in one blank, and it was all worth it as scary and traumatizing as my experiences were. Now that I'm out of it out the other end, if you will, I think of it as an honor that someone thought that I was strong enough to make it through all of this, and they were right. I did, and I'm going to
make something positive of it, hopefully make a change in this world. There's a ton of questions that I wrote down, but I'll just keep it simple because people are going to listen to this and they're going to have a lot of questions, right so, I can see the emails pouring in now, So I'll just keep it simple and ask this because I've asked this of folks recently that I've had on the show and some of the topics that we've covered
on the show recently. There are people that are going to listen to your story and say, she is absolutely batshit crazy. That's going to happen. I can get the emails. I can see them in my brain. Now it's going to happen. Let's address that here and now, how do you deal with that? Because if you tell your story often you've put this pdf out there, how do you address that with people asking respectfully or having concerns to say, maybe there's some mental health issues on board, or maybe there's
something else going on here. How do you address that with the naysayers and the people that are going to be skeptical and cynical about your story? How do you address that going in? Because I even jotted down that at one point when you were making these trips your parents had concerns about your mental health and what was going on with you. I guess start there with your parents.
Was it directly in correlation to you just having abnormal behavior and taken off into the wilderness by yourself, or was there something else that they were concerned about? And then move into if you wouldn't mind addressing the question of the here and now the people that are going to hear this and say it's not a mental health issue. These things really happen to me, And how do you address that with the folks that are going to have those kind of questions.
Sure, so, here's what I'll say regarding my parents. My parents have throughout my life experienced strange things surrounding me. They can't deny it. It scares them. They don't know what to make of it, so they, like many people, just try to write it off or turn away from it, and when I've tried to force the issue with them, they've actually gotten angry and pushed back and said, yeah, we know there are things
out there in the world that we don't understand. There are unexplainable things, but we just don't feel that it affects our daily life enough for us to sit and really look into it or put some stock into it. But they cannot deny the things that they've witnessed that have happened with me, various things throughout my life, as young as two and three years of age. So they've always known that there's been something about me that these strange events follow.
They saw the progression as this stuff started happening more, and they could see that at some point it shifted to a very dark path, a very dark trajectory, like I was becoming paranoid. I didn't trust anybody. I changed what I wanted in life and decided I guess I had always kept this balance.
I compartmentalizes the word that I used. You have to compartmentalize because it is extremely difficult to accept and live these strange realities and still get up every day and go to work and do your thing and be a normal person.
It wasn't that I went around on a daily basis talking about these things, because, as you said, most people would think you are batshit crazy if it hasn't happened to you, if you haven't experienced it, felt the energy that surrounds it and comes with it, seen it interact with your physical reality, it would be hard for someone to take at face value. So as these things started taking that darker turn, and I felt like my early life
experiences were strange. They were scary and traumatic, but they were more based in the light side, if you will, the team of the light. And then at some point that changed and it switched over to the dark side. They could see that happening in me, and they knew that something was wrong. They knew that I was dealing with some very heavy stuff, but it was like they couldn't be there for me. They didn't understand it enough.
They were scared of it. So when they saw all of a sudden that I'm trying to take off to Alaska and not really given them a good reason as to why I need to take off to Alaska, and not once, not twice, but three times, I'm trying to make it out there, they were worried, and rightfully, I was worried at this point because I've always maintained this balance between my normal three D life, as I call it, and this crazy five D stuff that I've been forced to deal with
my whole life. I've always been able to keep a balance because I knew if I start talking about this stuff, people are going to lock me up in an insane asylum and I'm going to have no light and I'm definitely not going to get to the bottom of any of this. So I'd have to do both simultaneous and see which one worked out. Hopefully they'll mesh together and come to one full circle type thing in the end, which is actually what
ended up happening. So with my parents, they've always known that these things have been going on with me. They've witnessed it, They've been a part of it many times throughout my life, so they can't really deny it. But yet they aren't secure enough and comfortable enough to turn and face it. It airs them, and with a lot of people, it airs them. With the PDF, I will say this, every person that is mentioned in
my PDF was sent a hard copy of the book. I sent a letter explaining to them that if and when the time should come that this would go public, that I would end up in a court of law or testifying before Congress, that I would be seeking for them to sign some sort of an affidavit that what I say in the book that pertains to what they saw or experienced is in fact as I claim that it was. And every one of them contacted me after reading the book and said, absolutely, whatever you need.
So I would have signed affidavits in a moment's notice from everyone that's mentioned in my book, which also adds some credibility that it's not just me saying this happened. These people that witness these parts of it are all saying under oath and a signed statement that yes, as she says it happened is as I saw it happen as well. So there is that aspect to it. As far as right now moving forward, what would I say to people who
think that I'm crazy? I would say this little saying is going off in my head that says those that are seen dancing were thought to be crazy by those who couldn't hear the music. I think some of us are tuned into these things more so than others, and I don't exactly know why or what the reasoning that I was put through all this was, but that is my truth, and I'm not trying to force these truths down anyone's throat by any
means. If you read the PDF and you think that it's a bunch of hooplah, then I would say, I'm sorry to have wasted your time and good luck to you. But that's not any of the responses that I've gotten.
Over four thousand people have read this PDF, and I have gotten nothing but positive responses and people contacting me saying, oh my gosh, you just totally enlightened me with this, because this happened to me too, and I thought I was crazy, but hearing you say that it happened to you makes me realize that it probably really did happen, or someone else contacting me saying wow, I didn't know why this was the case, but something you said
in the PDF filled in that blank for me and it gave me an answer. So I've gotten nothing but positive reviews from that PDF. And I had, I guess, developed the thick skin when I put it out there, because, just like you said, I fully expected everybody to be like, Okay, you're absolutely nuts. So I developed this thick skin and I was readying myself for that type of response, and I have not once gotten that
type of response from anyone. I think when you read the PDF, it fans the course of my entire life and how these events that happened individually throughout my life actually come together to culminate in a big picture that you can see at the end of the PDF. It's hard to doubt that. And then there's also the documentation. No, I can't prove to somebody what I saw or heard in my head or some experience that happened to me that I repressed.
However, there is documentation to prove that I was where I said I was when I said this happened, that I did participate in the college and programs and situations that I speak about in the PDF, that my grandmother did pass away at this time on this date, and that my family members can verify that I did tell them that, having been halfway across the country getting a call in the morning, that I told them what time my grandmother died.
So there are irrefutable things that you can't really pull apart because there is documentation there. So when you look at that, the documentation, the people that are willing to go on record and verify that, yes, what she
is saying is as I saw it as well. Eventually you come down to Okay, if all of those things are true, and I can't dispute this and the dates and the fact of this and the affidavits that people have signed, it basically comes down to do you believe the things that I say I saw and heard or do you think that I'm crazy and making this up.
At that point, logic and common sense has to kick in. Do you know how detailed and how difficult it would be to make up this whole other aspect of your entire life that then how all fits in together and ties in at the end and can be proven through your physical interactions and where you were and by others. That would be very difficult to do. And if somebody wants to say, yeah, I think that you did do that, then my question to them would be what reason would I have to make all of
this up. I'm not making a dime off of anything, so I'm not looking to get rich off of it. I'm nearly fifty years old, so I'm not trying to become famous, certainly not at this point in my life. So what reason would I have to make all of this up? Why would everything in my life that I document and that I can prove be accurate, But yet the little aspect of it that you can't see what I saw or heard in my head I can't physically prove to you. What reason would
I have for making this all up? Bridget I appreciate you coming on and sharing your experience and sharing the PDF. I think it's amazing. I've never heard a story like this before, so I really appreciate you coming on and taking the time to share it with us today. Thank you. I appreciate the opportunity to come on and share these experiences. Hopefully, if it does something for someone, then it's all worth it. I think eventually we will
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