Out of you there. Huh, it's Mount arrow Smith behind me. Lots of strange things gone on around that hill. Is certain Soun's going down. I want to drive up the drive a ways up and hit the swamp here for backdrop. Pretty peaceful run here. I'm still here. I'm still here on the west coast, watching with abated breath what's going to happen next up here in our country. If you've watched the news, you not from Canada, you know it's a ship show up here. It's unfortunate. Apparently our
dictator pulled some kind of emergency. It's nothing or other, Okay, it's like a war is act he usually pulled in the war during the war, and apparently it enables the government to seize your bank account if you're deemed as a supporter of the people protesting in Ottawa. So warned by a bunch of people that I know and respect fairly smart cookies, think that I might be a target. If I go over there and start raising a rockets and a following to go there, I may be deemed as one of these what's it
called insurrectionists or something whatever they whatever they call people ailey terrorists. You might seize my bank account and to arrest me. So we'll see. I'm obviously going to do I take my time to do the right thing at the right time, and but definitely have to do something. So I'm thinking about possibly, due to what's going on in our capital of our country, I might possibly encourage a bunch of people to go go on holiday there and as tourists
and bring some money to the economy in Ottawa. I think that might be a great idea right about now. Actually, maybe that's maybe that's the right thing to do to support Ottawa itself and and see if I can encourage a large number of tourists to go there on holiday. We'll see what's come has come. Definitely gonna go and do something at the right time. And but I'm working very hard at home to get my very important items done here.
As Sarah gets better from being sick, she's fine, she's getting better on the man, and then we'll go at it. In the meantime. I got some voices to be heard yesterday. I actually cut an hour out yesterday and and read a whole bunch of them on an old older camera hadn't used me a while, And sure enough, the the audio wasn't turned on the camera. All hour's worth, precious hour. So anyway, let me get these shares out properly. Lost time. All right, it's kind a chilly
out right now. It's cool. Northeast Northeast Washington, Memorial Weekend twenty twenty one experience. Hello Steve, My name is not Principle can Washington. My wife and I love to camp. We bought a little off road camping clamshell Camperlouse Fall, which is a great fit. As we are recent empty nesters. We try to get as often as possible, either just the two of us or with their friends. The previous Memorial weekend, last weekend of May twenty twenty one, we went out just the two of us. We went
to one of our favorite spots, the Salivan Lake area. This is located in the northeast corner of Washington, about thirteen miles to Idaho and about thirteen miles to Canada. The areas in the foothills the Knadie Rockies well known for all large game, especially grizzly. We went to Sullivan Creek Camp area just northeast of the lake. There are fifteen camp sites maintained by the Feds along the main road. After that you come to a t in the road.
To the right is a back mountain road that'll take you to Priest Lake about thirty miles. To the left continues with some of the campgrounds heading towards Gypsy Meadows. There are three more campgrounds heading towards the meadows from the tea numbers sixteen, eighteen and Gypsy Meadows, which is also a campground site sixteen and eighteen or at least a mile from the tea, and are also separated by a minimum of a mile between each site. We had it up on a
Wednesday, so had the pick of the lot. Just past sight eighteen was the snow line. We decided to stay at sixteen. We stayed their previous Memorial weekend with friends. The spot is very neat as it is right where two main creeks merge. At this time of year, there was a lot of noises. It sounds like a rushing river dude a runoff. Anyway, we set up camp and made a night of it. As is common when using the restaurant the restroom in the middle of the night, you tend not
to stray too far from the site. The next morning, While freshening up, I notice there was a small scratch marks where we had pe maybe eighteen inches by eighteen inches in diameter. I thought maybe this is a raccoon or a fox or something, but noted to myself to be alert for anything in the area. I walked down to the latrine we set up and noticed it was completely dug up. My senses just kicked up another notch. I walked down to the creek carrea maybe forty five feet from the camper and did not
see any tracks in the soft soil other than ours. This soft, soft soil goes all the way to the camper pretty much. We had our day and turn in for the night. The morning, a day too, I woke and survey the area. This time I did find something. About twenty feet from our camper was a birch tree between the camper and the creek. Behind the tree and pointing directly at our camper was a large footprint I would say about a size sixteen. I've been closed two picks. The picks are
not the best. The print was the only thing noticeable. It was in a manner that looked like someone was standing behind the tree and peeking around to watch us like the tree was cover and the picks you can make out the toes and heel along with the arch arch. Well you can see is the details in the print that make it unmistakably human like I wish I could have taken better picks that aimed the camera at the camper for a better idea hindsight.
That night a camper battery died and alarm would beep every fifteen seconds or so and the only way it stop was to disconnect the battery. Around two to three am, I did just that. As I got out of the camp or, I used the flashlight to look around him and make sure there was nothing getting ready to eat me. Across the road as the entrance to a thicket. The entrance is about eight feet wide and ten feet high. As I shined the light right at the entrance to the thicket was two big
green eyes staring abbey. These eyes were about six to eight feet in the air. It's hard to tell as the angle is looking up a slight slope and it was pitch black. Whatever it was was standing on two legs. We looked from side to side like a person getting ready to cross the street. I hauled to the wife get my gun. As I kept a visual on the object, the thing did a lazy one eighty turn and walked back into the woods and didn't hear a thing, not surprising due to the rushing
water. I gave a couple of minutes and then walked up to the entrance, fired off a couple of rounds of my glock, and returned to the camper to remove the battery. As my wife and I lay in bed, we asked each other what the hell was that. We also went on to talk about how eerie the trip was so far, and that it was time to go home the next day. What I've not talked about yet was the feeling that we were being watched, not just at that moment, about the
entire time we were there. The print put me and my wife on edge. That combined with the scratchings. We also had a camp deer a dull did we come down mid afternoon but would be gone by dusk. I'm pretty sure it was the same dear we experienced the previous year, except it would bed down behind the camp the previous year and leave before dawn. We never heard yelps, no rocks thrown, no trees banged. We just felt like we were being watched and or observed. We will not return to that site.
We've been back to the arey a few times already, but not that site. I tell anyone I know about the experience that showed them the picks. Most of the time it sparks up some conversation with many people asking if I believe before they will be honest with me if you laugh, if you tell me it's just a bare print, and these are these are the ones that pissed me off the most. Oh and for reference, I wear a size eleven. Thanks for listening and sharing. Hey man, thanks for that
share to look at the pictures right here, two pictures. It definitely looks like it's in the shape of a footprint, doesn't it. And uh, like I've always said, it's taking pictures of footprints, isn't the most easiest thing to do and share then I'm online? Is definitely you never get across what you are looking at for real. I've had happened to me, man, And if it was just being you in the side of the road and
you said, hey, take a look at the footprint. Maybe being a hunting guide and familiar with footprints and the ground, I would say, well, that's not that's kind of odd. All of the pine needles aren't the same color across that whole area. It's almost like it's all rotten and dark and dirt. Tone is different because it used to be a rock or some kind of object there. But it definitely looks like it's in a footprint for sure, and you can see where there's possibly toes in the heel and the
arch, the whole nine yards. But what would be confusing for a stranger not knowing what it was? Can somebody saying, look at his footprint? I would automatically, just from my background, my knowledge, I'd be like, that's not footprint because it should be the exact same color ground straight across, with the footprint pressing everything down. You know what I mean. I'm not knocking your footprint. I'm just saying what I would possibly normally how I
would react without even hearing a background story. First, right, interesting story. I'm sure the gunshot got it across to not hang out of your camp, right, Work on me. Here's another one, quarryman. Hold on a minute, So if I'm sure, if you've seen that thing at that site and it's a popular place to camp. I'll guarantee if somebody else has had the same experience, they're seeing what you've seen as well. And there's
a good chance they're listening to this channel too. With the numbers that are they're coming here right, So if there are, maybe possibly if you've been in the same campground seeing something yourself, maybe comment about it in the comment section below in this video, or even share it. Email it in and share it with me if you want. If you want to share with all the people, I'll do it. Quarryman Witness and Pursue trespassing human looking being
I Steve im located in the northwest of the UK. Stockport is a town I was living in when the incident occurred. I was a loader at a sand quarry. This is the end of summer. Conditions were clear, so five us were walking down the hall road and I'm trailing a couple of strides behind when I switched my attention to my five o'clock position to see what I thought was a trespasser stood literally on the edge of the bench no more than a hundred meters away. I shouted, boy, you're not allowed to be
on here to this day. It disturbs me what it did. I ran towards the figure is slowly lowered out of sight as if it was in an elevator. I got to the point where I saw the figure, and in the grass was a wild fox, curled up and it was sound asleep. Steve, it only reacted to my presence when I turned to tell the other lads what was there. Now I know what I saw was not an epping fox. I can't explain it. We all saw it, then all left the quarry in a hurry. Thank you for your time. Yourself and David
Platus are the only true warriors in this world. One hundred percent of respect to you both. Use my name by all means regards Paul Mosin UK, Paul, that's definitely not your typical every day share that we get sent in here. Man had something not that draft. I I mean, I've had
a guy where he used to live near parent and British Columbia. Guy from Mount Curry saw seventeen inch footprints going across coming down off the bank in the snow across the road, paved road down the bank, and then the prince turned into Bobcat prince and then he as well saw a sasquatch in the Birkenhead River same day, in the snow in the water. The natives have always said, Indigenous peoples have always said that they can shape shift into other animals.
Sounds farfetched to what we've been taught is far far affetched. Who knows, right, I can't say it doesn't happen. You guys saw that. All you guys saw what you saw? Pretty freaking weird. Listen to this one. Here comes another one. Thanks for that. Share man, be safe over there. Please read. I don't know if I've lost my mind.
Okay, So I'm usually someone that is quick to tell a good story, as I returned back from many many ventures adventures into the woods alone on journeys from dB Cooper hunts in Washington State for days to fishing for the whole day alone up mountain rivers in my home state of Montana. Now, I'm going to include some semi specific locations and people by initial because I believe this is where lies some of our answers. And it may just be my opinion
amongst others, but I had to experience that. But I had an experience that made me almost question my own sanity for a moment and makes me get goose bumps uncontrollably just thinking about it. There's no comments in this, are you guys? I might be a little rough. I'm currently writing from a cabin alongside the Boulder River way up in the mountains, at a camp called by the Crow Natives Memanagashi, I believe, roughly translating to Singing River.
This place is gorgeous, and I've been a lot of places. I grew up in the banks of the Snake River in Idaho. My father, aka the Bowman, took us all over the mountains. It even worked at sporting its store for many years. This is before I could remember, and I am forty. I think it fishing and the outdoors on were a heritage, our heritage, Washington's Eagle Cliffs, Multinoma Falls, Ice Caves, Tiger muskie
fishing in Montana Lakes. I say all this because maybe I've been worried in the woods alone a few times, or even a little scared that the experience I had on this day affected more than my emotional standing. It was soullest. It may even be making up my own word when I say that, even but it's for a lack of a better word, I guess it affected my everything anyway on with my experience. So I'm a very good friend and who worked together and spend most more time with then my wife. We're doing
a flooring install for the above mentioned camp. And he became ill near the end of the day and called it a day early that day, about three o'clock, which is wonderful news because that gives me time to take off and fish the river and travel upstream out of camp boundary. So I grabbed my backpack my fishing pull them off as the evening starts to lose a little daylight. I'm having a hard time coming out of the river. The fishing was
so good between browns and brooks. I told a fifteen fish before dark, I'm not afraid of the dark at all. I find myself enjoying the dark woods most of the time. But this was not one of those times. I finally told myself last cast, but I meant it this time. Well, it was now dark, and I'm about two miles upstream from my camp, and I have only my phone as a light as a light sliver moon, sorry, and I have only my phone as a light sliver moon and
a loud boulder river in my ear. So yes, it's loud and it's dark. Then it happens. It was like someone whispered in my ear to look at me. My heart literally skipped a beat, but quickly made up for it with the next six hundred and forty thousand in the next thirty seconds. And I'm not a young guy by age anymore, but I'm fit. I thought I was having a heart attack. I don't know understanding my body right now. Sorry, I don't understand my body right now. Why I
was feeling this? Why was I feeling this? Why? That's when I looked back through the dark, back up the river farther, like someone jerked my head that way and was holding it for me. To the boulders suddenly perturbed shoulders and then ahead as they stood almost simultaneously and headed up the bank south from the river, same as myself. First thought there. Second thought is get up the hill and head towards camp. Now make noise, look big. You know how to handle the situation, yelling, hey bear,
I'm moving briskly towards camp. When I go to step over a tree lay across the ground in my direction, to travel. As I lift my leg and go to give another hey bear yell, it won't come out, but my leg isn't moving. Suddenly my left peripheral view an animal on two legs, walking at normal speed walks right by me. That's when I come to realize I was frozen and I wasn't unable to yell. I was like in
a super slow motion and this creature was in regular motion. The time it took me to even get my foot high enough to get over a one foot tall tree on its side, it had walked by me and up over a hill about forty yards from me. As soon as it was out of sight, it screamed no, moaned, no, moaned a couple of key low frequency grunt and got an almost hissed like response from my rear. My motion
became normal, and I stopped, froze and listened. There was nothing, and I wasn't afraid anymore of whatever that was, or a bear or even a spider. I was content nirvana almost. I walked slowly back to camp, still okay, normal, just listening. I wanted to say something to my good friend about what happened, but it still seems uneventful and as if uninteresting and as if uninteresting, I guess he started me listening to your show, and I've always been against most of most of your emails and what I
call fake stories. I don't even know if I should be telling you this. Subconsciously, it feels like I'm doing something wrong. But here's the deal. Something happened to me and it's still affecting me. Please read this email and help me with your opinion. If the people that are meant to hear this do, then that sorry, how's that noise? If the people that are meant to hear this do, then that will be even more evidence to
my own thoughts. If they are real and what happened to me is believed by the right people, this is the place to find some proof I think I believe. Thank you, Steve. I'm sorry for all the typos. It's okay, man, we got through it. What are my thoughts on it? Well? First off, welcome to the club and no return. Who knows what number member you are, who knows you could be number half a million and one? Who knows how many people are in this club?
And you obviously didn't ask to be in the club. It's unfortunate that you quote are against most of the stories here or were possibly maybe you met you were and you aren't now. I don't know, but you got to think about that. Man, Well you just experienced. Look at how many people are possibly gonna laugh at you or call you crazy or ask you what you've been smoking? Right there you go. Now you're in that position. Kind of sucks, doesn't it. What's my opinion on it? I don't really
have too much opinion myself. It's just for me. It's there we go. Here's another one. There's another experience, and something we've heard from numerous other people too, especially the frozen part. You know, for years the indigenous people have always said, don't look them in the eye. They'll steal your soul and turn you to rock. Right, that's what it basically translated
to. Obviously, that's possibly means you're just gonna go an absolute shock shitting yourself and you can't move, or they do it themselves, or your vibration frequency changed, possibly closely matching there is but not quite but enough for you to see him clearly. Who knows. I don't know. There's something fricking bizarre happen to you, and you're probably never ever gonna forget it ever, and then you're gonna think about it every single time you go in the woods
until the rest for the rest of your life. Gear and teed, just like the rest of us. Right, that's why we're here. That's why you're here. And if maybe somebody has something they want to add to your story or share with you, maybe they'll put it in the comment section below this video, possibly, right, So keep your eye open there. Thanks for the share. Welcome to the club. It's a big one. It's a big one, all right. This is titled a message they want passed
on. Just Steve tried to write this several times. I started a draft and then I deleted. Every time I deleted. I'm told there are answers that need to be given, messages delivered. First, let me tell you about me. My name is Barbe Hendrickson, and yes you can use my name. Everyone thinks him a bit crazy anyway. Since I can remember, I've heard things that others can't. I can hear electricity. I'm also sensitive to energy given off by living things, animals, and people. I can
tell who was in my house without being able to see them. For instance, when my son was a teenager. Without calling up to his room or going up there, I could tell when he was home and when he was gone. My husband and I I would get home from the store and he would wonder if our son was home. I would tell him what room he was in before we opened the door. I once found missing a possum babies that had escaped from the cage at a wildlife rescue center just by sensing their
presence. Two staff members had searched the room for an hour. I walked in, stopped. I walked right to where they had hanging by the tails from the bottom of a table. The director no longer questioned me when I told her how an animals feeling and thinking. I grew up in a seat city but never fit in. I was adopted at twelve to a couple who loved a camp it was. It was never the backwoods kind of stuff, but it didn't matter. Once in Colorado, I sense we're being followed on
a truck through the woods. They looked around, said a silent hello in my mind, and hurried one back. Things started dropping out of the trees and gently hitting me. I told my father said it was probably squirrels. That night sitting around the campfire, a good ten feet from any tree. Pine cones landed near my feet but didn't hit me. I playfully taught one back. Playful was exactly the feeling of the energy. I heard a voice in my head asked if I could hear her. I laughed, told her
that I could. That voice never left me after that. She warned me of danger, and I always felt protected. I never seemed to fit in, whether in the city or the country. I met married a man raised in BC once on vacation, went on a vacation to see his family. We stayed in the small city of Greenwood. It was the first time in my life I felt home. After I retired, we moved to Greenwood. You're here. There's a provincial park. While there, I felt something very
strong in the woods in the very crowded campground. I walked over the spot. The familiar voice said that I have come home. She asked if I could see her, but I couldn't. This was her home, where she and her family live. Her father is still the dominant male in their group. She and her son have visited me at my house, leaving footprints in the garden. Now these are some of the messages she wants me to pass on all right. Number one. Just like we are all different, so
are they. Some are meat eaters and some are vegetarians. Some are gentle and nurturing, and some are aggressive. Number two. Why do some people have experiences and others do not? It is a matter of vibrational level, Just like them. We all have our own frequency or vibrational energy. If we are high enough, or if we are at the same level as one of them, we can see or communicate with each other. That is why some people can mind speak and some can't. Number three, Why the feelings
of fear or dread? If the person couldn't hear the mind speak message the telepathy, then feelings are easier to pick up on. Even the lowest vibrational being consensed emotions from others. So if a person is too low low of a level to communicate, it is best that they be frightened off so they don't do any harm accidentally to another being. It is used to protect the person and the sabbee. My friend liked the email you read when you called
them something like chawny tea. I'm not sure how to spell it. Sometimes it is because a young one is present. They are very protective of they're young. Number four, They see more than we do. Once she let me see how they see. There are so many more colors. They see more of the light spectrum than we can. They see other beings that are not human that we can't see. These other beings that I saw briefly that time. We're short, maybe three to four feet tall. It frightened me
at first, and she told me that they have always been there. If they wanted to hurt me, they would have a long time ago. Don't be afraid of what you can't see. Because it frightened me, and because it took a lot of her energy for me to see through her eyes, it only lasted moments. Nu. Five. The abilities were not taken away from us. They were given up when our society turned us back on nature
and started to believe we were superior. We gave up our abilities. Children have the abilities and the genetic memories, and adults tell them that they are imagining things that is ridiculed out of us when we are young. If we are older, then we are labeled crazy and given medication. Number six. Things have to happen, and we have to let them happen. When a person gets angry or fights, it lowers their vibrations. She is worried about
you, fighting the government, fighting society. It is draining you. She wants you to keep up your work at telling the experiences, keep spending time in nature, and learn to relax. That is all the messages for now. She likes you because you don't judge. Sincerely, Barbed Hendrickson. Well that's something else, Barb, And I appreciate that email. And I keep hearing something we left. If it's mean my jacke on, just catching my attention. Whatever, if you can email us more, just keep on emailing
us more. If you got more information or messages for everybody through me, all right through this channel. And obviously I think everybody knows that when you know you pursue negative topics, you include yourself in negative topics, it just sucks the life at it because there's no positive there to replace your energy,
because it just isn't you know people can do that to you too. There's always somebody who sucks the energy AUDI or sucks the positive audio and replaces it with nothing right, and you get drained, and you get bogged down and get sicker or whatever. I know what I'm doing. I know I know where I go and what it does and how it affects me. But you
know, with the fight part, somebody's got to do it. Somebody has to do it, right, I mean obviously me coming forward with the knowledge of what I have seen with my eyes firsthand, coming forward on here was basically a bit of a fight, right. It's like offering myself up to a fight, not back and down, and lots of goods coming from it, right, getting back into nature. That's why when I do this, I go, I go out in the woods. I got in the woods
so much it's ridiculous when I can. Lately this past year, I haven't how's it going? He's making a video of what of what? Yeah? All for YouTube channel? Yeah? What do you do? Hunter Fish? Well? Yeah, I used to you got all right? I've nowhere. I left up a kind man early seventies. What was going on is his daily long walk along this logging road just over here, and he's telling me that's what I'm doing, and he's all polite here. I should have let
it. I should have let the tape keep going for that conversation. It's pretty good, he said, he used to volunt He volunteers at the fish hatchery, and the topic came up and he said he was a little bit comical about it. And he says, there's one guy there that got angry with him and said do your research. And he said, he figures this guy I must know something. And they kind of dropped the topic right there. So I said, Billie, you might want to treat him with respect
and ask him what he knows. It be sincere about it. I'm looking in theyind you'll probably share with you. So I had a good conversation, good guy. I know, I gotta get back to do what I was doing. I don't even know where I left off. But anyway, I don't even know where I left off. I'm pretty sure I got through that last email, and I'm running out of light now, so I'm going to get to the next email right away before I run out of light, and
I gotta go. Here we go, First Nations Thoughts and Knowledge story time. I love this. I love it when the First Nations people contact me. Abe Dash Man Comma Male Comma People, Miss Sabe Dash, Great Comma, Big Comma Man Comma Male Comma People, Sabbe Dash Great Comma Big Comma Man Comma Male Comma People bracket short form for missabe dash Great big Man Male
People. Great news on the truckers and anytime the people stand up for the freedoms and rights, it's great to stand up and solidarity for all our rights as people who care about the future of our great great grandchildren not here yet. To stand up for the land, the water, the air, and the light slash fire, slash soul that is inside of all creation. We have to stand up for all the animal nations as well, who have no
voice. Their homes are being destroyed worldwide. We as people of all nations, are in the same boat together, and that realization must hit home. Governments don't see us as being different. You can see it in the way we are all treated. It's time to truly understand this before it's too late. We still have a chance to stand together for all the right reasons and stand up for each other. There was a time when the minorities were the
only ones being screwed over. That now we are all. We all are more than ever And if you were awake in the last thirty to forty years, you would have noticed this. Only some people would truly understand the drastic changes that have to be made by the people. There are so many people
still asleep from the programming they received through schooling. If those in power want to keep doing what they do to all people worldwide and all that is life and all creation, then it is time to walk away from these corrupt governments and create a new government that works for the people and all that is life. The people have the right to do this, to create something better for the future, something that is good, positive, is sustainable for future generations.
Rant over now story time. A few years ago, my cousin and I went fishing, and we fish into the night at times, for a couple hours after dark. In place we sometimes go as a set of rapids, and to get there we don't go by boat. We have to walk about one mile through the bush and over a huge rocky area. The areas about hundred ft above the water's edge at its highest, but still a good
little hike. We go about an hour before dark so we can access the area and pick a better route back if need be because of changes to the trail from deadfall or water from runoff. Every time we go to the spot, we have always felt something that feeling of being watched. At times throughout the years we heard branches or deadfall being cracked, broken, stepped on, but we always attributed this to bears. I've always wondered about that activity being
from something else. We would fish and keep doing so for three to four hours, an hour before dark and for about three hours after dark. On this occasion we did well. We got about five walleye each and decided to go back to the truck parked a mile away. On our way back, we picked an area travel lower than the way we had traveled to the rapids. We were at about halfway back. As I led the way, using small flashlights to help see the way, I picked up some color. To
my left. We came into a level spot on the rocky ground we were on. This area had trees, moss, and it was nice. We had been here before. What we saw was a campsite with brand new camping equipment. There had to be over a fifteen hundred dollars worth the camping equipment laying around from the tent, two sleeping bags, pods, pans, cool
there's place, utensils the whole nine yards. I reported this, but nothing ever was said about it strange, this being spring time, and judging by the condition of everything, it had to be the previous fault that all this stuff was abandoned. I mentioned to my cousin someone left in a hurry that I'd got that I'd go into the tent and check if maybe someone was in there. But like I thought, there was no one there. There's a relief, relief not to find anyone. Still, something had happened here,
I said. We shone the lights around for a moment, decided to carry on the way again, and about thirty feet away from the campsite, we came out onto a wide, open, flat rocky area. Then it happened. About one hundred and fifty feet or less. The trees started cracking and snapping over to our right, and when I shone my light over there, I could see the movement of this one tree along the trail was just used earlier in the evening. Since we know this area like the back of her
hands and had passed by this tree before. We know this tree amongst the rest, was about ten inches through the center. I said to shine his light there to double the light to see better. We saw this tree swaying about six feet to one side and six feet to the other side, back and forth. As we stood there, we talked about it. I asked what he thought was but he never said a word. I said, that's no moose or bear. That whatever that whatever was doing that had to have
hands. Brackett, no one at all was up in that area but us guaranteed and Brackett we never saw what was shaking the tree, but we know. Said do you want to continue in this direction or drop down beside the river? He laughed, and so did I and said let's go along the river. So we dropped down about seventy feet and walked half mile along the river to the truck. At the time, all the action on the trail, with the trees being broken, we never felt fear, but we knew
to respect Sabbey. Once the truck, were lean in the box of the truck and both lit a cigarette and we talked. I said, I know what you're gonna say, but tell me what you think that was. He said the big man. I said the same thing. On to walk back along the river. We knew we were being watched. The feeling was strong by the truck. There are good spots to fish along the river. So we dropped down about twenty feet and started fishing as if we just didn't experience
what we just did. Remember, Steve wanted to know. Remember, Steve wanted to know how wolves know when an intruder pack enters their territory even though the intruder pack is miles away. Our elders talk about their being two life forces and people souls, our soul and our shadow. The soul resides in our chests and our shadow. Other soul resides in our brain at times, and you would never know it. This shadow projects forward of you and all
people, animals, and others. Our elders have said that at times to go to your favorite hunting spots using a different way, so your corey doesn't always see you coming. Sometimes your corey receives you, but gives itself up to you. That was the pact of the animal nations to us, the all people, because they took pity on us worldwide, because they loved us. So the wolves actually are seeing the intruder pack of wolves as they step
into their territory. Nature has perfected this way of seeing knowing. Here's an example of all you scientists out there, ha ha, have you ever heard stories where someone was spotted walking let's say downtown, but at that instance they were actually with a friend miles away. Same thing, exact, same thing. We know this to be spiritual, which is what all life is, which is what all creation is, us included. No matter what nation clan
you came from, your existence is spiritual. Know that now, and know we are all related to everything that is creation, that is life. We believe everything in creation has a soul slashed light, and no matter what it is, we can communicate with it, and we do. We could acknowledge everything and respect everything and not take it for granted, but be thankful.
When you go into Sabby's territory, whether you're hiking, biking, canoeing, hunting, jogging, or whatever, you should leave a pouch of tobacco and food if you can. At that time. You should use the thought or use voice to announce your intentions and enjoy your time where you are. Don't fear and be negative. We attract what we fear, so have fun. You will be safe and not bothered because you gave offerings and both the truth.
Every wonder why people that see Sabbe somewhere can't see his tracks footprints. Sometimes people track Sabbe, but his trail ends is because they can turn invisible, the elders said. Other times people will see Sabbe running and say he looked like he was gliding effortlessly, and his movements looked very weird because of the ground seemed to cover with each stride, and say Sabbe was blazing fast. The elders say, Sabbe at times did not touch the ground. He's
actually about a quarter inch above it or less. This is why Sabbe moves in the matter and is blazing fast. He's practically flying. That's the other reason Sabby leaves no footprints if he does not want to. Sabbey has many gifts, many things he or she can do. Sabbe is special. Sabbe is our older brother, and he's also our grandfather. Sabby also has great strength and healing powers. We are first nations, and we respect but not fear what we know is out on the land that we share with all life.
We know they are everywhere worldwide. We know Savey was here before us, just like all the animal nations. We are not within our territories. We are within theirs that in our creation stories. We know those we live amongst agreed to share the land and resources with us. We know that the animal nations agreed to clothe and feed us and teach us how to live in harmony with all creation. We in turn agreed to help look after this great
land for future generations. We as clans, had our territories looked after. This is the way worldwide before the one percent forcibly changed us all for the land grabs. If you were alive to day, your ancestors used to live in tribes and knew the old ways of life, thought knowledge that my people still carry. If you were alive today, your clan had land across the ocean that was stolen from you. You were just as indigenous as me.
I'll talk more in this another time. If you can liking it to be the truth, If you can liking it to be the truth, it is some other knowledge. I must say that there are other entities out in the wilderness. Some try to look like Sabbe bet or not them. Sometimes you enter an area and it is weirdly quiet. Is because Sabbe is hunting there. Or you are sitting somewhere and it becomes quiet. Sabbe is now hunting in your area. Put tobacco down whenever you enter. Like I said earlier,
ask for protection. You never know what will be out there. There is more, but I will write in again another time. I'll tell you about orbs, share other experiences and other truths and knowledge. I will continue to share other ancient knowledge on sabbe and just old knowledge on topics Steve has mentioned before. Thank you, my brothers and sisters. Is a pleasure to share. The time to share what we know is now. The time to help each other is now. Have a great day and night. Holy shit,
I love reading that one. Stanley. Please please email us again. That was actually sent February seventh, twenty twenty two. Stanley, I'm absolutely looking forward to you sharing more knowledge, please, And it's so much appreciated and it's very interesting. And if you can re re listen to that,
I guess I can't. You can't really reread it, Kenyon. But that's definitely an email that I should probably save somewhere and share it again and share it every once in a while so everybody can get that hammered into their head. I hope you hear, we hear more from you. Stanley. Absolutely appreciate that that time you took to generously share, share that here with everybody, all right, Absolutely appreciate it. Well, I wonder if I got
time for another one? Are you quiet around here? Now? Let me get back down to the bottom of the list and I'll squeeze one more in before I go and get home and see what the hell is going on and the world, and try to look for the right direction I should be going, do the right thing. Spirits second sight, Sabe the trickster stories, Steve. Really appreciate your channel, the accounts of the witnesses, experiencers and survivors. Thank you. I believe that some, maybe all, people have
a spiritual ability, although many don't use it or have silenced it. I agree. I grew up in a us f S ranger station in Washington State at the head of the Lake Chilean cell m shellench e l A n Man. I pronounced that the ship sometimes. Hey you guys, My dad was the ranger there. Sixty eight or sixty nine. The NPS took over USFS lands, so my dad became an NPS ranger until I retired in the early
nineties. The ranger station had a small bedroom in a large bedroom upstairs in a kitchen, office, living room, bedroom, and bath them downstairs. My bedroom was the small one upstairs. Every night growing up I had nightmares about serpents crawling on the floor in a red haze. If I was in the room by myself in the daytime, the hair on the back of my
neck would stand on end and a great fear would overcome me. When I was about seven or eight, I moved to the downstairs bedroom and all the nightmares stopped, although at times I could hear things in the big upstairs bedroom walking around. Later, my mother told me that my brother and sister had similar experiences, with my sister actually being touched by something. These things only
happen in that room. I also have had deja vu experiences where in a daydream or early morning waking dream, I would see a snippet of the future, some meaningful and some knot. I would of course forget these little visions, and then at some point six to twelve months in the future, I'd be in the position slash area of the vision, and like a thunderclap,
the vision is before me in full clarity. One time, when I was about twelve, I had one of these visions We're walking along next to a big building when a blind with a blind approach at the end and something evil rushed out at me. Well six months later, I was walking by this building as I did almost daily, and the thunderclap vision happens. I spun on my heels and ran like hell, I'm not looking back. These little snippets still occasionally to happen to me, and I'm about to be sixty.
When I was sixteen, live by myself and my mom dad's little shack about seven miles from where they lived. I was experienced sorry. When I was sixteen, I lived by myself and my mom and dad's little shack about seven miles from where they lived. I was experiencing the bonfire and rainier beer lifestyle in the summer. Then I would get on my han to three sixty drive about two miles back to the shack. Well, this night, when I
got to the shack, I had to drop all out. The shock had one sixty out light bulb, the only window was in the front door. I had no flashlight, and it was a no moon night. I really had to go, So I started to the outhouse, old and dilapidated, feeling my way by towbrail. When I made the outhouse, dropped trousers in relief. Then I heard running slap slap, slap slap out of the distance, right up to about ten feet from the outhouse. I was almost catatonic.
I held my breath until I was about to pass out. I thought that whatever was out there would hear me breathe. Then whatever it was ran away. Its pace was about two per second. And if you take that, take the flat of your hand and lightly slap your belly one two one two one two one two, you will have the idea what it sounded like. As guess I did the hundred foot dash in the dark to the dim light glow in about ten seconds. You know, sleep that night. The
last thing sharing with you was when I was about thirty two. I was driving solo on the dirt road to pick up hikers. I drove a van to drop off and pick up ranch guests from boat Plane and any trailheads that they wanted to hike on. I was on a switch back directly above high Bridge when I looked out the left uphill side window at an old rotten snag that had been broken off about twelve feet up At that moment, time stood still. That snag slid down the hill right at me, still standing.
It stopped about twenty feet away. Then time began again, and everything was as before. I never even hit the break, but I kept hearing over and over in my head, this is the trickster coyote. That's all I have today. I'd love to hear what my peers have to say about this
and if any of these things have happened to them. Thanks red Beard, A red beard, thanks for the email, man, And there you go, everybody, if you're familiar where it was experienced anything like he did, maybe maybe throw it down in the comment section below, nor of his worthy of a a detailed share you want to share with all the people through me, go ahead and get or done and send it over anyway. I gotta
go home. It's dinnertime, and I got more things to do. I got to talk to a lot of people and see what the appropriate, most effective use of time is coming up to attempt to make a big good difference in our country. Figure out the right thing to do. It's unfortunate what's going on. I don't know how many of you people have ever been in a country where the so called leaders are basically going at war with the people.
It's not a very comfortable feeling. It's very frustrating. Anyway, keep you posted, and uh, as long as I am here and I have time, I'll keep on sharing these people, these people's voices. All right, you guys, I'll be back soon