All right, almost the end of another day, horses decided to kick down the fence last night. Well was the neighbor coming down the driveway freaking out the horses rennering and her property, I think, terrorizing llamas. So I do with some unexpected fencing, then what else? All sorts of ship. But anyway, thank God for all the people out there that are following this
Channel'll tell you what. After yesterday's request that everybody look into things for themselves, look into information for themselves, thankfully, thank God, there's so many people to follow this channel who are absolutely intelligent, diligent and look into their own information on their own. Such a relief, is such a relief to know how many of you out there are independent, thinking, intelligent people. So so relieving, so thankful for every single person out there that follows this
channel of contributes. I'll tell you what, Thank God for all. And it's all I could say. Should give somebody hope, I'll tell you would anyway, one thing I was going to offer up to everybody. There's some people that may possibly need a suggestion that works for excuse me, that works for me, and others just talking about it. Excuse me. Today was the amount of negative that's offered up daily to us right now is a little
overwhelming. It has been for a couple of years now. Right Suicides have gone off the chart, Depression has gone off the chart, child suicide and RISU something four hundred seven percent. There's a lot of dismal numbers over there. So what I would possibly offer up some of you who may be challenged in that in that department where you're having a tough time not focusing on the dark and the dread is try to if you can't, try to realize that
there is two plates in front of you all day long. There are two plates that you can grab a snack from all day long. You can either take a snack from the good, positive plate, or you continue to grab those snacks off the dark, miserable, depressing plate, the angry plate. Because that's really is what it comes down to. We have a choice, and nobody can actually force us to be miserable. They can trileg hell and they can win a lot of the time with a lot of people easily proven.
But you can stay on top of yourself and realize that you're going down that dark misery variety. You keep feeding off their miserable plate in front of you, and then you got to just catch yourself and stop yourself and go snack on the positive plate for a few meals. Okay, just be aware
of that, all right, you guys. Just I'm just trying to remind people that you do not have to continually feed off of the miserable plate offered up in front of you NonStop. That plate was in front of our faces every day, all day right now, But you can refuse to take a snack off of it and look over at that other plate that's right there in front of your face too, and keep trying to feed on some positive all
right, some the choice. And then if you insist on going on the dark plate, we'll just make sure that you go there and you govern yourself accordingly, and you try not to sustain yourself off of it. Just go over there and have a little snoop around, see what's going on, but don't sustain yourself from that miserable plate. All right. All right, ere we go. Let's get right into hearing some voices. And that's why we're here, is to hear the people, all right. That's the most important
thing we can do today is to listen to the people apologetics. Hi, step Mark here watch your video assist before a sasquatch has ever mentioned on your channel. I'm a big fan, although I don't hunt anymore. I grew up hunting and fishing in the Great State of Kansas. I've been living in northern California for over forty years, and I've had numerous encounters with the Sabbath.
You've even read at least two of my stories on this channel. Like you, I'm pissed off, and we've been lied to our whole lives about the reality of where we live, which brings me to my point. Almost six years ago, I started hearing about people seeing our world is flat, or rather laugh it off, but certainly not believing it. My thought was, why the hell would they believe that. I started looking into it thanks
to a slew of videos by Eric Dubey. He mentioned books that have been written on the topic over one hundred years ago, so I bought them. They're still in print and available. I started doing my own research, running the numbers, looking for proof. One way or the other. We've been
told our world spins at one thousand miles per hour at the equator. When I realized that's three times faster than the top fuel dragster a funny car, and equals fourteen hundred and sixty six feet per second, almost five football fields. I met my own decision on the matter. At first, I was stoked and started telling all my friends. Many of them promptly stop talking Tommy. Others said, much like yourself, they just don't care. That it
doesn't matter at all. My problem with that reaction, especially coming from people who hate lies and liars, is that the very same crew of Luciferian scumbags that lie about the Sabbay and literally everything else are also lying about the very nature of our world. Having said all that, I want to offer you something of an apology from the attitude and behavior of some of my flat earth
brethren. That over zealous, abrasive approach does more harm than good. I love the fact that you're not hostile towards those viewers of yours who offer biblical perspectives on the bigfoot topic. So I'd like to state that the Bible also offers no other world view than that of a flat, emotionless earth. Check out the first few chapters of Genesis or the Book of Enoch and you'll see
there's no motion or curvature mentioned. In fact, when you get curious enough, I challenge you to prove to yourself whether there's any motion whatsoever to the ground we tread on earthquakes, notwithstanding or indeed any curvature. Any truth really does matter and feel truth will stand up close to scrutiny when lies crumble and evaporate. Thanks for your courage and tenacity, no fear, all right, man, Yeah, I don't really Mark. Thanks thanks for email. First
off, I appreciate it. So I just do not want to encourage and debate on whether there or it's flat or not here on this on my channel, okay, I and myself, I don't have time for it. I'm absolutely up to the nuts full of trying to create a safe place for the
people who have had experiences with these hairy people they didn't ask for. And that's the mean one of my mean goals of this channel wills draw for up a safe place for them to come here and share their experiences, and for the rest of us to try to put the knowledge that's acquired these experiences together to possibly figure out our own personal puzzles. When it comes to this ride,
now. So for me, like I said before, my stance the topic of whatever shape the planet is, whatever shape it is for me, it's working for me. I'm loving this lifetime. I love the mountains, I love the rivers, I love the oceans, I love the mountain, I love everything about it. So if it's flat cool, if it's round cool. Do you see where I'm coming from? Right now? For me, my time is getting gobbled up trying to see through the bullshit. And I know a lot of people get to say, well, it's got to
start off with the shape of Earth. That's the number one bullshit line right there. I'm sure it is. There's nothing but bullshit getting thrown our faces every single day. But right now, the fact of whether or not the Earth is flat or curve doesn't truly affect whether or not somebody may go missing or may supper PTSD two day or this week coming up. And the shape of the Earth right now does not affect the lying sunset bitches who are in
control right now flooding us with misery every single day. So if I had to choose my battle personally right now, I'm going to maintain creating a safe place for as many people as I can to come here and share their experiences they didn't ask for. And also when I can, I'm going to try to expose the lying, filthy, dirty, sleazy pricks who are trying to control our narratives via government or other major groups of people. I'm starting to
losing my train of thought. Em you see what I mean. So that's where my energy is dedicated right now. So when somebody comes to me person says, hey, get stupid, I sold the earth is flat. I can't believe you call it a globe. I go like this, Okay, whatever, it's flots globe. I don't give a shit for me personally, Okay, I just don't. I don't. And that's where that's where I can. I can take my own advice. I can take it from it what I need, what I can if I want something, or I can
leave it. It's up to me. So it's my ride it It just it just doesn't interest me enough to pursue it right now. I've got too many of the things that have a very very massive impact on my fellow human beings two day when they go into the woods and try to enjoy the same things that I'm passionate about. And I also have a big issue with a lot of the people who are controlling good, hard working, honest people today. That's what I'm about right now. Okay, So all you guys out
there that really need to scream out the ears flat you've been hurt. Okay, you've been hurt. There's plenty of channels to support that. You're gonna start your own channel and start a flat Earth only topic channel. It's the doors wide open. Give her find your people, circle him up and get them crowded in there, and you guys can figure out the shape of the Earth together and and fill in the missing piece of your puzzle that way. Okay, guys, there we go. I hope I made some sense.
I'm sure I'm gonna get hey mail just for saying that. Show you guys. I get hate mailed for anything. I'll get hate mail just for just for putting you guys in the shop. I'll get hate mail for taking the animers off of the game animals that I eat and saving them put them on the wall. I'll get hate mail from burning my hat the wrong way. I'll get hate mail for their being a freaking echo one here. I can't keep everybody happy. But what I can do is offer up a safe place.
Now where was I market? It is read incredible bizarre roundtable information. All right, here we go, Hi, Steve. I don't know if this is forbidden knowledge, but here it is. Excuse me, here's some wild info that was never discussed on your or anyone else's channels for all I know. And if anyone else knows anything about this subject, maybe they could pass it on. I was recently talking to a friend who was a Native
American shaman, who told me some unbelievable information. He'd formed me what he learned from his father, who learned from his grandfather, and all the way through their history. Anyway, I don't remember how we got on the subject, but it's about trees, yes, I said, trees if you want to know certain things about the woods, such as where to find certain plants or animals located nearby. He also explained how one tree could know anything about
what's in its forest. The branches and roots touch each other like a grid. So how or what you do is find very old live trees, place your hand on it, clear your mind, and when you feel a pressure at the base of your skull, you'll find you are able to communicate with the tree. You'll also find out if you're telepathic. They are a live entity. I think it's pretty wild, but you never know. I haven't tried this yet, but would like to try it. Problem is I can't
walk because my back got screwed up in an accident. I can only get where my wheelchair candup can go. One other thing he told me was when tribes used to set up their camps, it was never in the woods, but in the treeless fields on the plains. They didn't have a choice. It was close, but never in the woods. Anyway, I thought this was interesting info. Have a great days day. Save Chris. All right,
Chris, yep. I don't think i've ever heard that ever. One thing I have heard, though, and they've proven, is they hooked up some electric some kind of electric current meters to trees in a standard timber. They fired up a chainsaw and went to cutting down one of the trees, and the electricity was on fire amongst the other trees, almost like they were screaming, Oh my god. That's a fact. Kind of bizarre, isn't
it. I don't know. That's a new one to me. Man make to stand that in And when you talk about the natives not living in the trees, well maybe the plains natives, but the fact of the matter is, and the coastal natives here they made they made a lot of settlements in the big timber here, big time big trees. All right, what do we get? All right? Listen to this one mark. This is read
Upstate New York, light Brown. Hey, Steve. I grew up in the foothills of the cat Skills and one and a half hours south of the Adirondacks. How's that getting aryed? Guys, I'm forty five now, I've hundred fish and trap most of my life, except for my time in the military seven years ish. As a kid, we always have to deer and turkeys on the same two hundred so acres. I'm well versed in the sounds of nature. Coyotes, bears, and big cats all have a distinct sound.
Likewise, humans can mimic animals, but generally we all can decipher the bullshit. Many times, as an adult, I hunted by myself all over the surrounding counties, private and state land coverings of acres. I never felt anything about five years ago hunting on the hill for deer, just like all those other years. I was sitting against a tree in the swamp area that I had shot a big buck a few years prior. A flock of turkeys had moved through, so I was just sitting quiet, hoping the deer would
be through in a short old order. Then without a feeling, a notice or a twig snap, it screamed at me. Three loud screams, shrill, high pitched screams that were so loud. I found myself in the prone position, my seven millimeter meg shouldered safety off, facing behind the tree I was leaning against. I moved so fast that I was in that position before the end of the third scream, adrenaline pumping hair on end. It is very dense behind that part of the swamp, hence the reason I was facing
the other way. Then it knocked three times. There are tops all over from logging. There are tops all over from log in the past. I can only describe it as smacking a tree against another tree. I never saw anything. I slowly got to my feet and tried to stalk it. I didn't want to hurt it. I wanted to see it, but was unsuccessful. The rest of the day I stayed in the area, I never heard anything. I took a couple of days off and headed back. I headed
back up on the hill. I was by myself and planned on staying low near the logging road at the bottom. It was early afternoon and I was just taking my time through a stand of hemlocks. I saw a movement up the hill. As I was waiting for a glimpse of whatever it was that moved, I saw a light brown slash amber colored head with a tan face peak ady on an angle from behind a tree. The face was outlined by the hair human like features. I quickly moved towards it for a better look.
It was the better part of seventy five yards away. I was unsuccessful. Go figure. Since then, every time I hunt there, they knock all around me, no screaming. No matter what part of the hill I hunt throughout the day, they knock and answer each other. I've had them knocking around me in the middle of the day while I was sitting in my stand. I could never see them neither. I felt dread or I need to leave. My second screaming experience took This took place this last spring.
My wife and I live in a swampy area North Ark in North Carolina. The swamp is very wet. I can't walk through it without sinking. I only made it twenty feet from our lawn. While fishing on the river at the end of the little swamp, I heard a tree snap, not a twig or a branch, I know, you know what I mean. I saw trees moving, but that was it. Then one night, we were walking the dogs and I heard but I would explain as a deer crashing through
the woods less than twenty feet from me. Then thirty seconds later, the screaming started. Is screamed repeatedly for about four or five minutes. I went in the house and grabbed my high powered light and forty five I went out to try and see it. The hair in my body was on end. It just kept screaming. Mind you, our house is only seventy feet from the swamp and we have close neighbors. It was about ten o'clock at night. I never saw it. Once the screaming stopped, I went inside and
my wife asked, what the hell is that? I asked her if she believed in sasquatch. I told him my story about being screamed about being screamed at back home. I never told anyone. She asked me a ton of questions and we went to bed. Next morning, we got up work at five am, which took the dogs out like we always do. She came in after me and said, it's doing it again. I grabbed my light and forty five. When I got outside, it was screaming repeatedly. I
got to the edge of the swamp started shining my light. The tone changed slightly, then I coughed, okay, sorry. The tone changed slightly, then coughed like clearing his throat, very woman like. It screamed if you were a minute, and then stopped. That was eight months ago. We haven't heard anything since. I felt uneasy a few times, but nothing else. From that point on. I always take my phone with me. If
it happens again, I want to record it. Thank you for providing a place for us to share it. I hope we all get to make sense of this one day fair winds and following seas Matt, Yeah, no ship, Matt, me too. I hope we get to make sense of this and every single thing else before this rides up right. I was saying that to Sarah the other night, trying to figure out why, why? Why? Why? Why? But I just I don't know why. I can't stop myself. I can't stop myself. I'm trying to figure out why.
I want to know why. I want to know what and why. I don't want to know before it's over, you know what I mean. I want to hopefully try to possibly make a big, huge difference if I can. Yeah, it's great, is using it? Man? Gotta keep digging, everybody, keep digging, Keep digging, and keep sharing and quit being afraid of anything. That's the key. That is the key. All right? What I got here? Mark this as red all right? Man? I keep getting interruptions. Is it's a tough tough day to read today.
Let's see if I get this one done, not even know where I left off? Is I gonna go before I start? Steve, you can use my name or anything else I say in this email. My name is Kevin Miller, an old school redneck from Hamlet, Ohio. And I don't give two ships on a crack or what anyone thinks about me. If I didn't care, I wouldn't be writing this email right right as you say. They can ram it up their ass elbow deep. It was bid nineteen nineties.
My old man was still alive. We hunted that Tar Hollow State Park just east of Chillicothe, Ohio, along with my Unclelim cousin. It was gun seas an opening day. My dad myself started into the woods an hour before daybreak. We got to the split in the path where we went separate ways. As soon as I started walking across the top of the ridge, I was hunted. I felt scared to death and didn't know why. Now, Steve, this is a very, very scary feeling to have, even when
carrying a gun. Got to the woodpile I was hunting from, which was over six to seven feet tall and fifteen feet long. As soon as I sat down on the edge of the woodpile, I smelled a god awful smell. I thought to myself, what in the hell is that smell? A few minutes and went by, and I could literally feel whatever it was breathing on me. I'm almost in tears writing this. I couldn't see three feet in front of me and was just so scared to a point I could move.
I heard a grunt mixed with a sigh, like this thing was pissed I wouldn't leave. Right after that, a few logs went rolling off the pile and stumped off into the blackness. Just before daylight, I heard a dog barking, and in an instant it went dead silent. At daybreak, I got the hell up and started down trail and over towards my old man. As I was scaling a very steep path, I noticed something hanging from the tree to over the top of the path. As he got closer,
it was very clear what it was. The dog I heard barking before a daylight and it was hanging ten to twelve feet over the path. I took off, running up towards my old man. When I got to him, he knew something was wrong, but I couldn't tell him at the moment. Dad passed away at two thousand and five, and I've not hunted since then.
I wish I could, because I do miss it. It would mean the world to me if you would give just a moment of silence for the best shot I've ever seen in my life to this day, Stay strong, lived strong, and tree every day as your last. Everyone says you'll only live once, and I say, you only die once, and you should live every day. Thanks Steve for doing what you do. And I love that badass Camaro Woo Doggy would take Eric Kevin Miller, Kevin, I mean
absolutely kills me. And your dad passed away and you haven't hunter since. That's unfortunate, man, But let's all give a warm thought out there for your father and at least be thankful that he showed you the outdoors, right and I'll bet you right now he wishes you were out there still enjoying the outdoors. I put big money on that bed. Try to get back out there, man, you know, just take baby steps. I've told people that's in the past. You get your gear together, get your gun together,
get your tags together, get your lunch together. Drive out there and just hang outside outside of pickup truck and feel it, feel what it feels like. You'll know. You will know to test the air, go for short walks, take baby steps, and you'll be all right. Just go with your guts, go with your instinct and say out loud, just leave me alone. I want to be left alone, all right. Give it a try, man, Don't give up, never give up, never quit ever, never quit at at living. You guys, never all right,
what have we got? One more here? I'm gonna mark this is rather, I'm gonna get in and tomorrow I'm gonna try to get away and go to the middle of nowhere and see what I can see, see what I could find, and see what I can share from there, see what I can show you all. A requested response from October second podcast. Excuse me, Hi, Steve. I wish to remain anonymous because of my former occupation, which spanned fourty five years in law enforcement. You've mentioned that you haven't
had questions regarding law enforcement. Feel free to contact me and I'll be happy to try to answer them. I think I've read this before. Maybe you're read from before, but thank you for that. I've watched it had on for two years and started watching your hunting podcasts and when you got into the subject a sasquatch. I don't think I've missed one of your podcasts. Like you, I've been trying to learn more about the subject, but until now
there's been no honest answers our e your podcast. On October two, twenty twenty one, a woman contacted you regarding an incident which happened at Upstate New York and sixty one, which has troubled her to this day. She requested if anyone else had a similar encounter to respond it. So happens, I had a similar encounter in sixty one in upstate New York. I hope my information is helpful to her and others. All Right, here we go. I grew up on what was the family farm, which had a hay field
that started behind our house. We had a slope which ended two hundred plus yards at the creek. The other side of the creek had a steep clay bank than woods, which went on for about ten miles, ending at the Mohawk River. It was the winter sixty one I was ten years old. A layer of ice would form on top of hard packed snow, allowing us kids to sled down the sloping field, passed an apple orchard, ending at the creek. One early evening, I went out to sled by myself.
I was already dark, but there was good moonlight. I made my first run down the field. As I approached the creek, I had that feeling of dread, fear, slash being watched. Something was putting a message in my head that I was to leave now. I responded by telling whatever this was that it would have to leave, and this is my home. I told my sled back up to the house and made a second run. As I got to the creek a second time, I had a much stronger feeling
of dread and fear telling me to leave. I gave this thing the same response and proceeded back to the house. Holy shit. As I reached the house, my father was outside, who was hooking up floodlights to light up the field for me. The lights were facing the creek. When he turned them on, we heard the most frightening screams slash howls from the wooded area up the creek. This thing screamed four times, directed right at us,
and you're right then when gave me the message to leave. With no prior knowledge of what a sasquatch was, right at that moment, I had a very good picture in my mind and what it was. My father turned off the lights and said it was time to go in the house. By then I was already inside. My father got a shotgun out and put it by the door. I asked him what that was. He told me he did not know, and like nothing he had ever heard of growing up on the
farm. I believe my father knew more than what he had told me. When I questioned him again, he said, if you leave them alone, they will leave you alone. He knew. And now let that incident keep me out of the woods. I continued to play hunt and fish, but from then on I kept watchful eye on my surroundings. To this day, I have wanted to learn more about these beings, trying to finish putting this puzzle together. Also, I'd like to know if anyone else had any sightings
or encounters in the sixties in upstate New York. I hope the information has been helpful. Steve, keep of the good work. We all appreciate what you're doing. And thank you, all right man, thank you. Make sure you email back to some more all right with whatever you've learned and whatever you might have that might help the people, all right, man, because I have a feeling you might have a bunch more sitting there in your sitting there on your table, beside your puzzle, your stack of pieces. Right.
That's funny. I remember years ago I knew an elderly guy who basically grew up on the coast, the west coast to Vancouver, Allen and spent years running around the mountains, hunting and fishing on Vancouver own. And I remember specifically asking him if he had ever seen a sasquatch or if he had known anything about them, and he didn't. He did not, He did not say that he did believe in them, and he did enough offer up any knowledge on them at all, but just playing stupid. Then I remember
years later, and I for some weird reason, I remember it. I remember everything. I remember his sentences, words, everything said forever ago. It's kind of weird, and I also kind of has created some discomfort for me as well, because I can unfortunately catch people bullshitting me by accident because I remember what they say to me. But I remember his reaction. Getting back to what I'm my point trying to make is, I remember that man
specifically not join any emotion or interest when I brought up the topic. Nothing onceoever, and I'm pretty sure he did also add in that he I think he laughed at the topic whatever shrugged off. Years later, same in and I forget how it came up, but I'll remember was his reaction because I said, I wonder what the sasquat to do when they see you hunting, and I remember he right away said, I don't think they do too much.
I think they just stay out of sight, and I think they watch you, right, And I remember he said that, but there's a bunch of other people talking at the time, which I better remember who it was, But I do remember how he went from the first time the topic came up. He went flatline and the Winches shrugged it off laughed. A couple a few years later, topic came up again and he offered up to the straight look on his face, it's okay, they just watch you, So
I go figure I'm saying, I'm at night. End. Is how many of our senior members, whether related to us or not, no more than they are willing to share, And I believe it is a lot. I believe the number is right up there. But anyway, that's it. That's all I got I beat. Remember you stay positive out there, you guys
are right. Stay positive. When you catch yourself going down that negative path and eating too many snacks, up the negative plate that's in front of you all the time, and make sure you realize that the positive plates right there are a bunch of snacks on it too, And make sure you go over there and grab a few hand bowls of positive snacks with chew on. All right, it's gonna help you out. Don't forget about it. It's a choice, okay, and keep digging, keep digging, keep digging. I
gotta go. I'll be back shortly