It is passing out. I'd imagine you hear it metal roup. There is insulation in earbote, So if there's an echo, there's an echo. Little frustrating time you're around here, nothing but rain, rain, rain, anyway, about a full day. Had to do a wheelbearing and a new rotor and new brake pads. Sarah's vehicle interrupted about seventeen million times. I'd go to the dumb blah blah blah. Anyways, here I am, and I
was sick of this. You know, what I was thinking would be kind of interesting would be if I, let's just pretend to like say, I was like a substitute teacher or something, all right, and everybody out there viewing was in the class, and I had to everybody had to get sent
home an assignment. What I what I think would be absolutely interesting would be for all those willing if you've had to go home with an assignment after listening to all these emails today, your assignment wouldn't be too thoroughly investigate why Russia went into the Ukraine, and you'd have to absolutely dig for all your information
and absolutely exclude mainstream news outlets. I think that would be a very interesting read from more than a halful of people who are absolutely diligent and looked into the history of what Western Western leaders have done in the past in that region, what the Ukraine has done with surrounding countries have done, and what talks have had done in the past, what political chess moves have been done in the past, and then come up with the actual what could be possibly the
best reasons you could come up with for why Russia winn of the Ukraine? And I think that would be a very very big eye opener and a very large piece of knowledge that possibly the world would want to hear about possible. Now, me saying that doesn't doesn't share my stance on anything what that is. It's an honest question to see who'd be willing to dig look for all the actual factual answers and why's the what's the house? And what let up
to rushing going to the Ukraine without listening to mainstream news. I think that would be very very interesting and possibly would be one hell of an eye pop opener for a lot of people. Maybe. Now, aside from that, let's get on with hearing some voices today. Word forward. This is titled one last Time, Oh it's just fairly it might be fairly recent. Phi skip Kenner from part called BC followed your program from your early days and of
seventy several of the past experiences quick review. I mentioned viewing a clear polaroid photo back from the mid seventies and contacting the late doctor Bendernuggle to connect him to the owner of this photo, only to have both these good men passed
within days of their potential needing. That sucks. Go figure out. I had written about clear fresh tracks and came across along the ash Maine above Great Central Lake three years ago just out this way, and I wrote you a story very while working on the first Safeway store in Portlo Bernie back in the early seventies when a logger claimed to hit one with his pickup truck. Totally
remember that. My wife Maryanna and I have had several other strong indications these beings are live and well in the last few years while backcountry camping on the island, especially up in the Nimkish Valley. And here's possibly the last. I was not going to bob the send of this as is just another potential track, as you will see by the attached picture, and I'm told by all, it's just a bear. Really. Here it goes recount up top
up at top end of Nympkish Lake, early April two years ago. To get to this spot, you'd drive by Emmett's Lake eight Nutz Lake for all the road till the dead ends at Nimpkish Lake and then you end up at old logging landing. As the lake was low, I decided to walk the shore to see if I spot the month of the Nymphish River beaches rough fall pebbles or hard packed clay and eel grass. So when I spot a patch of sand, it headed straight to it. This is what I found.
I'm sure it was natural, but it looked like someone had dug a circle in the ground. The circle was about six to seven feet diameter and about ten inches deep with sandy longer in the middle was a one in the middle, was one on the footprint in the sand, and there's a clear patch of flattened deal grass on the lip of this dugout leading into the pit, and another flattened step point edge going out. Said only one footprint in the
sand. This trap was much easier to make out than the picture shows, as clearly at a big toe just like you and I and determined it was the right foot. You can see by the sand pushed up around the track, it had some way to it. If this is a bear, it hopped on one leg while crossing this patch of sand, and from what I know of bears, their biggest toe is on the opposite side of their foot
than hours. This is not the only indication we're not alone will camped in this area, But frankly, I'm tired of thinking about what I've seen and heard over many years of hunting and fishing this island, and especially frustrated family and friends number want to hear what I have to say. It is letting to see people to go work. Ps. I wear a ten and a half boot regards can send all right, Ken, you got you see it? That's a no brainer print. Obviously you can see the like you said,
you can see the scent pushed up and around it. It's always tough to get that's a big print, mean I compared to your footprint. But like I said, like you know, like everybody knows, it's tough to get a foot for a clear, deadly photograph of the foot footprint unless it's like smoking fresh and powdered dirt or or the right consistency wet and mud or
soil. Right, but anyways, you you know as well as I do can there's a there's no shortage of stuff going on, especially up the ash meeting, especially right on back here, especially up the scampf over the Ash River, the Sprout River, the Nimpicish River, the Nimpish Lake, Nimitt Lake and the Nimitt River. They're all hotbeds on the oil. It's just all the rich to it. And you're titled an email, and just this
last one. Well, don't don't make it be the last one. Keep sending all you got, all right, keep emiling in whatever you know. And but it's more more so if you feel it may help somebody. Okay, you guess somebody you think might help somebody. Keep sending it in, all right, it's the right place to do it. Oh, I didn't scroll down. That's why I got that one brand new. Let me get back down to these people that have been patiently waiting for frick and ever.
All right, what we got here, this is how I'm predator. Hey, Steve, I swore I never tell this story to anyone. It was August of twenty sixteen, I headed up for a drive in my pickup to the high country to cool up and watch Madams. Just another awesome day the Pacific Northwest. I stopped at a campground for the lunch. It was cool. I turned on my CB radio, powered it up, and talk talked a little skip. I suddenly became a little disoriented, not bad, but
noticeable. Suddenly, in the huge meadow I was watching one hundred and fifty yards out, I watched a lone pine distort out of clear vision. It was as if there was a massive temperature had greatly risen around that forty five foot tree. It looked like heat waves in the shape of a fifteen to twenty foot humanoid figure was taking steps towards me. I quickly closed and read my eyes and checked again. It had stopped walking, but it was definitely
there. I lost any train of thought, and I began to try and explained this crazy ship to myself, which only created more confusion. Here's some more craziness. About thirty and forty five seconds into this experience, a fighter jet flying knap of the Earth apparently buzzed directly over the creature, which made it vanish amount a total loss. To explain this one will almost either that pilot knew that cree she was there, or the creature and knew the fighter
had bad news on board. I don't know. Maybe the distortion is an effect of a targeting system on the fighter. I've tried to make sense of that experience many time since that day. I'm still as confused as ever. If this happens to get read, you can always use my name. Truth is truth. I will not speak it anonymously. Rod Straighter, Union Gap,
Washington. Rod. Thanks without email, and that possibly lines up with something that somebody knows, and that reminds me that I have another email to share it right away that may shed some light on that I don't know. You guys, I'll god your puzzle pieces on the go, and thanks again for sending that in. Now listen to this one, all right, This just me line up And this is another email that came into us from the person who spoke of the people about the beams amount of Saint Helen's All right,
here's a ball right. This is called Radar and Data Processor, City of the Zoo ste This guy used to be my truck driver, trainer and it worked underground literally in the Army was stationed data base in Nevada that is up and very functional to day, and has expanded its tram system to three points in California, one to Texas, one in Missouri, and one to
a location on eastern Seaboard, and one to DC. He stated that they were working on a transcontinental tram tunnel two Canada and Montana when he retired. The base in Nevada is all branches of service working together on what he said was the accumulation of just some of the most advanced reverse engineering projects ever and a hub for numerous species, not all humans. One complete section was a
level security. He stated in a qualified four while he was still active personnel that President Nixon at the time wanted a tour and was told outright that even the president of the US has and never will have access to any of the levels above level two security. He was given access to all of the station that was still under construction to DC at the time in nineteen seventy two,
and was given limited access to some other sections. President Clinton had tried to get the same access in nineteen ninety five and was given at least a ride on the train to Missouri and toured the surface grounds and a conference room twenty floors down and a news conference room also, and that was it. My friends stated that he worked at a level that took over thirty five minutes to get to and twenty something minutes on the left system, plus his in the
service station time was three months. At a time, he came in contact with a species from our Blue Marble that worked in a section under their own lighting systems, special filtration atmosphere, and had a completely different transport system. Going to their on base housing there was a separate as there was a separate radar and interplanetary mapping room and control so that he had limited access too. He described these humanite species as what most have referred to as the tall Whites.
Only certain civilian and military personnel had access to and security cards too, even come within twenty feet of humanoids. He stated that they initially start a visiting our planet in the mid to late sixties and did not come in direct contact with humans detail early seventies due to bacteriological protocols and concerns due to social
and cultural differences. You never knew specifically how they understood our language, but later found they had self taught themselves English and about ten more languages from Earth.
Again, hearing these two individuals tell the military backgrounds and what they went disperged hand and actually had control over certain sections and depths departments kind of took the wind out of my sales, because when you hear this type of what they referred to now as disclosures, it's like finding out the Santa isn't real, but but he was really a drunkard from another planet had a taste for female humans. In other words, what we think is out there in most
cases is far from more unbelievable than we originally thought and were taught. He also went on to say that the tram systems technology has alien hardware and they even helped to do the engineering behind the tunnels. They also meant that there were about four other species that worked in just about every department and actually had military rankings and carreaces to other countries and also traveled interplanetary I got it.
I know a story doesn't involve saspat'r Harryman, but I hope it will open more minds to realize we are most definitely not the center of the universe. And they are very real. This is no longer fictional, and as the Colonel states so eloquently, reality is a million times stranger than fictional. It reminds me of how Jackie Kleeson felt after making a trip with his friend President Nixon and was quoted saying, well, damn guess the Bermuda Triangle is
real after all, But are we still going to play golf? Nixon laughed and said, you haven't seen half of it yet, thanks to you, Paul. All right, Paul, that's one hell of a tailman, is one hell of a mouthful we're ever going to chew on. But you know what, if you if you take all of the crazy and SAE shit, then everybody's sharing her Over the past couple of years, there's some amazing things
going on up there, without a doubt, but it's amazing though. You listen about what doctor Stephens rear and other people, and and listen to some of the things that were stated that they sworn to testimonies of of what's going on in the vat I've underground and other places. It's not my quarantine. I haven't I've never gone out of my way to look into it. It possibly doesn't interest me only because I feel that I just probably don't really need it in my life. I got enough going on, you know what I
mean? I got enough going on. Wow. That's uh, that's quite the read, man, it's quite the read. If anybody out there has something similar that they want to add on to that one, they don't, feel free to email it into me if you want to be sure what everybody
will get it at? What the hell? All right? Because out of the one hell of a fricking handful to try to wrap your nogging around, and if it's true, holy shit, Right at this stage of the game, I'm finding that the truth is absolutely incredible no matter how you look at it when it comes to numerous different talks to day, right, it's absolutely
fricking incredible. The reality is of what's going on if you go out of your way to look into it, and if you're curious or not right good anyway, Let's see what else we got going on here today, Mark, this is great hot blood trail. And then number Actually, what if I
should move the camera closer? There's so much background noise it's absolutely ridiculous for the ring hold on, Yeah, well here it goes my dad had a cross bow permit to hunt white tails do you having emma multiple sclerosis years before they were legal to use by anyone. Therefore, most shots were dead on. However, one evening he was hunting in the public land there's miles away from any main road. He had shot a buck and needed help tracking him
as it was not an instant kill. See see it drop shot and feared gut shot, so he came home to give it time to die and get my mom and I. We decided to go back out that night, knowing there's wolves and kiots out there and we needed the meat. We went back out there about two and a half three hours after we shot. Unfortunately the buck beside he was going to try to lose us in the swamp. We're tracking through the water, cattails, long dried grass, brush and branches.
It seemed to be grabbing as us as we followed the trail of blood. There wasn't a lot, but it was definitely enough to make tracking easy. Every so often I'd tie a tiny ribbon on a branch or whatever to make it easier to get act to the g No way I was getting lost out there. Then we heard the coyote start in making their yip yip sounds a fair distance away from us, but close enough there's sends shivers up your spine, especially when you are only a ten year old kid. Everything seemed scarier
in the dark. Then there was no moonlight and couldn't see the stars. But she just made a creepier We followed the blood through the swamp and started back onto the dry lamp. As we started getting out of swamp, out of the swamp hot in the blood trail, we heard the first owl hoot. Oh sorry, how will hoot? How will hoot? Probably like a wolf slash hoot. Instantly, old hair is in my Instantly, all my
hairs stand on end, and I wanted to hide under the covers. Just a scary, shitless feeling came over me, like the one I'm getting sharing this. All three of us stopped dead, looking at each other like crap, it's on the blood trail ahead of us, no way behind us. Swamp seemed to make the howl hoot echo like a loon's cry on the lake. Then we hear the kios again and closer, much closer than before. I think I paid myself a little. My mom says, we need to
hurry and find this deer or we're leaving it. After about ten minutes, we get to an area that is on the edge of the swamp we had come out of, and we hear a wolf howl. It was so close that it sound was like it was a solid. Sorry, I don't know why I'm screwing up here. It was so close that it sound was a solid. I could have reached Oh sorry, it was so close that if sound was a solid, I could have reached out and touched it. Nailed it. Then another long, drawn out, were wolf like howl that I
felt goes straight through me. That ended in an owl like hooting, not like before, but almost like a demonic laugh kind of tone to it. That's I first hear in that description. Oh my god, yep, that was definitely pee in my pants. We had to find this deer within minutes or let the beasts have a good midnight snack. Back into the swamp, the blood trail is still hot and we can see where he had laid down
several times. Yet the buck was trying to double back on his previous blood trail to cross it from a new angle, trying to make tracking harder. I'll look ahead in my flashlight. It's yellow like flickering, and I see a ribbon hanging from a branch. We're on this deer's heels, basically because it's doubled back across the blood trail we're just on. We could also see where it had laid down several times. Then my flashlight flick flick, flickered
and poof out. Great, my batteries are dead. We forgot the new batteries at home. I frantically bang on it with my hand. I'm pulp and it will turn on. Nope, We're down to one headlamp, Mom's flashlight and its light is fading fast. We come up on a real dry, grassy, almost no water area of the swamp, and the blood trails stops. We stop. I look around, making small circles trying to find blood and or attracts nothing. We're all getting extremely unnerved. The only one
flashlight left, one headlamp. Knowing the coyotes and god what else was near very and God knows what else was near very near. The next thing we heard was the most god awful deafening sounds that split the night. You seem to be coming from every angle. Owl's Kyle's wolves and I don't know what else, and then a howl hooped. I started begged my mom and dad to leave, tears streaming down my face with pissie pants. I started smacking
my flashlight praying it would turn on. Back then, we only had those old plastic sea style battery flashlights. You could screw the cover to make the light size smaller, larger, yeah, the crappy ones. It lit up with a dim light, but enough to see eyes shine all around us, but higher than me. Again, a howl roar. The eyes suddenly dropped down as if a track runner took a position at the starting line. Then
poof out, my light goes in game. I go to shout out what I'd just seen, but my dad, by this time was so pissed we couldn't find the deer. I just wanted to get the hell out of there, so he starts bellowing at this thing. My mom was adam and it was a lone wolf or a bear and a shut up. Now it was only around ten and I knew dang well that she was full of shit. I swear my eyes were the size of dinner place trying to see him in the dark. At this time my dad was afraid of the dark. I
didn't know till later. Starts stumbling around, taking his cane, whacking the grass, bushes and whatever he could to try to scare off this thing. His head lamp illuminating wherever he was looking, making it look like a disco dance hall, middle of nowhere. So I'm weird strow blade party, swearing a blue streak as my mom starts young at I'm gonna knock it off. The woods went island. Not a sound, no frogs, no nothing,
well the heavy breathing of my dad. We quickly look around. Nothing no blood, no tracks, no fur as if the animal got the buck, no signs of that deer or anything. It was zip. The deer was snatched up out of the swamp from above. We decided to screw this, get back to the jeep, go home for the night, and my parents would go try and locate it in the morning. Following the ribbons, my dad was first, then me, then my mom, all close enough we
were almost stepping on each other. The kyles starting up again near where they were the first time we heard them. Behind my mom. We hear an owl hooting like it was above and behind us, a very big owl. This owl followed us all the way out. The last we heard of it was on the edge of the woods in front of the jeep. When we reached it, I was inside it in seconds, my pants soaked in swamp
water in pea, but I didn't care about the dang seas. My dad turns the jeep on, lights on, and they're in the trees where we just come out. Huge owls, white ones, three of them on a low tree branch. My mom was pointing them out, saying it was only
owls. My dad turns jeep around, starts heading out of the woods, and my dumb ars turns around to see these owls again, these things staring at me through the dark tinted plastic window, the canvas covered top, the white feathers read from the reflection of the tail ice, and I heard in my mind, don't come back. It was not yours to take, and never try to take from us again. Holy shit. I quickly turned around, sat in silence the whole way back, frozen with fear. To this
day, I've never returned there. My parents never went back to look for the buck either. My dad said as MS was too bad to go back out, and my mom said, there's no point in dealing with it, that the coyotes or wolves will happen by them. I still know exactly what to make this experience as far as what really happened to us. All I know is you won't catch me out there day or night. Ever. Again, we never didn' hunt that are explore it. After that, my parents
knew more. My parents knew more than what they let me know. They knew just owls my ass. That's just one of the tracking stories I have. The other ones aren't as hair raising, although if you want to hear about them, let me know. Feel free to share this story on my first name if you want. Thanks and God bless you and yours. Melissa. Holy shit, Melissa, that's nothing to create. That's nothing I wouldn't
request being in on that track job. I've definitely done some nighttime trackting jobs myself, but I've fortunately never had to have it interrupted with something like that. Well, what else do we got, Melissa? Thanks for sending that in. If you've got you know what, if you've got anything that you feel, what help the people anybody could benefit from, even around that old
neighborhood. Anything, If you feel you have something that will help the people, to send it my way, all right, and I'll make sure they get to hear it the safe boat. There the rest of my family's encounters. I Steve is Lowla Brown Again. I'd like to thank you for reading my store on New Channel. I won't go any details about why my family is out that time of night and how the weather was and so on and so on, as I just wanted to get straight to the signings, as
that's what the people want to hear. Anyway. Oh well, excuse me, I guess to start. I own my older brother Terry and his friend Delany's encounter because I've never heard of one doing this before. They were coming across Old Smoky Mountain around one three d in the morning from North Carolina into Tennessee. While still on the North Carolina side, they were driving up the mountain and there beside the road was a huge bigfoot. My brother said it
was very human looking and around eight to ten feet tall. He was standing side the road. They knew what it was immediately, even though neither one of them had ever saw one before. My brother was so fascinated when they passed it up, he told Donnie, back up, I want to look at it. He backed the car up and it was still standing there as if to say, okay, take a good look. Then in three steps
it was across the road and of the woods and out of sight. My brother said it had big, dark eyes, flat nose, and a wide mouth, with about four inches of hair on his body, very short hair on his face, like brown and color. Now, my older sister Debbie and younger brother Rodney siting they were coming up Chillo he chill Hooey Mountain. It was around one thirty or two in the morning. When they came around
the curve, there was a rock barrier to the left. When their head lights hit the rock wall, they saw a very large big foot pulling himself with arms fully extended over the wall. It looked at them through its arms up and did a backflip over and out of sight. They drove about five mile. They drove about five miles and when they could speak, they looked at each other. My brother said, did you see that, and my
sister answered, yes, that was a big foot. They said, I had very large, dark eyes, flat nose, very wide mouth, blondish in color. When my sister Debbie was eleven or twelve years old. She was watching my sister's three little girls while my sister went to the store. She said, something very large was walking around the house and it literally shook the house as it walked. The only thing that could have come, that could come in her young mind was the jelly green giant. The only thing
they could do was huddling the corner together. They were all very frightened. Citing number five. Experience Number three again was my brother Rodney, my son Donnie, and his paternal uncle Dale. I first heard about this setting from my son before he was murdered seven years ago. All that's sad news, sorry to hear that, and no they'll never and no, there will never be no justice for my son. But all three of the stories match.
They were all on an old logging road and they were rolling big rocks off the mountain side when all of a sudden, they started hearing tree limbs break, and was sounded like trees being pushed over and big boulder sized rocks being thrown at them. All I could see was the outline of something very large. They all knew what it was when it let out a scream, slash growl. They all ran. I asked my brother how far did it chase
you? He said he didn't know. He said when it started chasing them, he could not hear nothing from all the thief stomping the ground, and was sounded like his heart beating in his ears, no doubt. Siding four, My sister kay Rasin William and older brother Jered. All three were going over the old Smoky Mountains and Highway four or forty one, when all of a sudden, something jumped from an overcropping of rock into the road. It
looked at them, and within three steps it was gone. They said it had long, dark hair, dark eyes, flat nosed, a wide mouth, and it was about eight beats all set. Number five. My nephew's wife, Shanda, said she was sitting on the porch one day watching her little girl and another little girl playing in the yard. She hears some sticks break. When she looked up, she saw a big foot around eight feet tall, dark in color, long hair, peeking from behind a tree.
She saw its head, shoulder and arm. She ran out, picked up her daughter and ran into the hems. When they did come back out, it was gone. You know. See the more openly speak of our experiences. The more people, the more people open up and tell me their stories. I was camping a few months ago and a lady was telling me about her experience. She didn't see it, but she picked her car up. Oh sorry, she didn't see it, but it picked her car up,
pushed it a car leant over. Okay, there's some spellows here, so I'm thinking it said she didn't see it, but it picked her car up, pushed it a car length over, and dropped it back down. Then another lady was telling me about one crossing the road in front of her and her husband. I just think everybody should be open and notice about these things. They do exist. I'm very honest with my four and six year old granddaughters. Just a little update on the park I wrote about my last email.
The first time that we got whistled. At the second time, something very large went up a tree. I stopped and there's a bunch of green leaves falling from the tree. I don't know see in I didn't see anything, but a half mile on down the trail, my husband and I smelled a god awful smell. A few trips later, my husband and I saw broken and twisted limbs high up in a tree not thirty yards from that. My husband said, something very large sounded like it jumped in the middle of
the creek. But we left going back riding over there. And I'm not gonna let these things stop me. Like you said, it is what it is. Thank you, Steve Low. I think you said it's okay us your name yep, Lola Brown? All right, thank you for all those experiences. Sounds like I almost ever be in that neighborhood's familiar with these things, right, Wow, everybody got to see or experience them. I wonder what it is it triggers these things to all of a sudden in some areas
of our continent. Whatever, wonder what is it, I'll send it triggers them and not really give a ship. It's like whatever, we're gonna go play by this road or hang out over here. We're gonna help these people see us. Who gives a crap? I gotta find you, isn't it. It's amazing keep saying that in Lola again. Thanks for saying those experiences
again. And if you hear anything that you feel me help the people around where you live or help the people on here, then make sure you email it in it right, and if you want to share it, I'll get or share it with everybody word for word. Okay, thanks again for sending that in all right, Here comes another one. It's titled that Uneasy Feeling. My name is I'm in Katie and Mayte from southwest Nova, Scotia. According to my government, I hadn't exist as a matie. That's another topic.
Yeah, well fuck the government right. I was raising an old school fishing community. School was always secondary to work in our community. After my parents divorced four, I had to go fishing to spend time with my father and his new woman wouldn't let me and his new woman letting hip wouldn't let him keep guns. So we never taught us to hunt, but on the water offshore in our little boat. We knew death very well. Many boats sank in those days. As highliners, we saw more weather than most.
Aside from lobster fishing, I spent my youth in the woods, camping, logging, tree planting, et cetera. At nineteen, full of ego and questions, I sat out hitchhiking across Canada, my first time. At this point, I walked a lot of dark roads, at night, I heard a lot of animals moving in the brush. Never bothered me. But one night, walking a couple hours outside of Thunder Bay, something began making noise
in the woods. In the dark, I couldn't see anything past the ditch, but as I walked, it walked, it sounded big, breaking branches and twigs. It moved. I would say I was afraid, but definitely unsettled. There's nothing for me to do, nowhere to run. All I could do is keep walking. It stopped when I stopped, and moved when I did. This went on for a couple of miles before a car came and picked me up. I've never felt such relief as getting into that car.
A few years later, I was in the High Degwai Islands for the first time. They can shan trails around, skitting at lake, wondering through the woods. One day, I remember that uneasy feeling came over me. A loud tree knock, then the sound of a tree snapping. I was frozen. I looked around, listening intently, but nothing, and other loud knocks sounded very close, but I saw nothing. I grabbed my buckets and began make my way back to camp. My anxiety was high, but I
knew I couldn't freak out. I had to keep my calm and just walk out. I felt something followed me all the way out, making odd noises as we went. I never saw anything, but I knew it was there, and I felt a wave of relief when I reached the buyer shock. It spooked me. I got a ride to Charlotte on the way. I got a ride to Charlotte on the last ferry that day, and I spent a couple of days with friends before going back to the lake. I finished.
I finished the season. I finished the season. I went back the next season, but I never went back to that area behind the lake. I haven't been in Western Canada over twenty years now, and I've thought about this, and I haven't thought about this encounter until seeing your videos. Like a lot of people that work hard outdoors, I've come so close to death so many times, but my body still quiver. Was thinking about the feeling I had in those woods so many years ago. Your Canada baby lost,
So watch your back as people choose sides. My old Army buddies have helped me get harmed. I never thought I would want a gun like I do these days. It really can change you so fast. Ignorance and fear could be so dangerous in a group of humans. Keep at the work and be well. Sincerely, I'll leave out your name because you just told me publicly that you're taking up guns, and you don't need the Canadian government looking at
that. Because just so you know, on that topic, a friend of mine just phoning me up and said, there's a rancher Saskatchewan and he donated five hundred dollars to the Canadian convoy and he got his bank acount frozen and the RCMP went to his home and took his guns away. You're right, Canada's gun for a complete fricking shit. But anyway, thanks for sending that. Man, Absolutely appreciate it. I hope I didn't read your name in
this. I'll try to look back. Hopefully I remember to go back and take your name off the beginning of this too, just to help keep your ass safe from corrupt government. All right, what does this say? This is typed to read or not to read? This is typed I mean this is the title, Hey Steven heaven Sean read and this email is just for some confirmation on my story. It doesn't matter to me. If you want to read this story to others, you're more than welcome, But if not,
so be it. I hope all is well. I just wanted to let you and all the others who follow your channel know that, even though I'm not a very good storyteller when it comes to past experiences, that my story was completely legit, and I'm sorry that it took two emails to completely get it all explained. When it comes to having to type it all on a cell phone then perf read at three or four times, it just takes the fun out of it. Man, I down near hate it. Every
minute of writing that story. I just wanted it done and over with that day. I know I didn't explain very well just how scared we were, But the noise that thing made was between a woman being murdered and a howling. It was very strange how those two sounds get mixed together. I never forgot how the combination are branches of small trees being broken, and the howling screaming made me feel. It was a sound of fear that ran deep into
my mind and stayed there for many years. But I will never forget the lesson I learned when I said the words power, what power, when it came to the power of God. I have never been back to that island, probably won't either. It gave me the creeps and the very common feeling of your hair is standing up on the back of your neck for many years. But I will admit I don't get that feeling anymore when talking about it.
For some reason, I'd say it was because the straw to break the camel's back would be to see the thing that was making the branches, making that banshee leg racket. I don't believe that the two senses of hearing and especially set combined would ever create a feeling anything less than overwhelming terror. When you ran the day, it happened over and over again in your mind. Well, Sarah, now I just want to give you some credit, whereas
do appreciate what you do. I know it's helped a lot of people and has taught us all what we should have known when we were children, especially like how you clean every piece of meat off your animals. I'm sorry, I especially like how you clean every piece of meat off your animals when you harvest them. Respect Well, that's all I got to say. I'm starting to hate myself again for tapping on this thing. LLL. Stay safe out there. I always watch your back and keep looking up. You could save
your life some day. PS. Sorry for my misuse of punctuation. Sean, all good man. I remember your stories and thanks for sending that. I am sending those in. You don't eisent another one, but you did and I've read it. So there you go, brother. All right, stay safe out there, man. And if you got some more, if you got anything, you hear me say it. Every single time you got some knowledge is going to help the people. You get it into us.
Just get it in all right. All right, here's another one. Pennsylvania again, mana, there's a lot of ship goes on to Pennsylvania, no shortage in that state. I've been to Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania. Counter excuse me. I see my name is Jason, pleasants feel free to use my name. You're providing a tremendous service that is much appreciated. I may not agree with all the conclusions that are that are shared, but that is okay with me. Society would be a lot better off. But people who accept that
everybody doesn't have to agree one percent. Working through disagreements is how progress is made. This encounter took place in the mid nineties and northwestern Pennsylvania Warren County. Two events that you recently read are close to the same area, one from Jamestown, New York, and one from the same county. Although I've been listening to you for a while, I feel it's now time to share my experience with your audience. For context, I grew up in Houston,
Texas. When I fifteen years old, during the summer ninety two, my family bought an old farmhouse in rural Pennsylvania. It was an adjustment going from a city of well over three million to an unincorporated township of less than six hundred. After realizing there was no pavement for my skateboard, I made friends and took to country life. Over the years, we would hike the wilderness prown of cap and go on several mile hunting trips through the state game lands.
There's an amazing time and place. While out in the bush. We've seen and experienced many things that we blew off at the time. We've come across trees leaning into each other forming tall teepeelike structures. Several of them in different spots. My buddy said it was probably caused by the weight of snow load, but nobody looked too convinced. Sometimes trees were broken and looked intentionally placed. While roaming the forest, it wasn't uncommon for trees to fall.
I don't know if it's normal, but in the three years I've lived there, I've probably heard six trees come down without wind or logging. We would get hit by acorns while hiking, or they would bounce off the tent when camping. Squirrels do squirrels throw and drop acorns on people. That's how my friends explained it all the time. I've always been skeptical person by nature, the use of critical thinking is paramount. While when evaluating the truth back my
teenage years, I was ready to accept these explanations. They seem probable, and I was a city kid in the woods. The country boys must know better than me, right. I don't think I ever evaluated these as a whole and just looked at them individually. This next experience was different. There was no easy explanation, and I had to face reality that not everything is known. The high school I went to was in town about sixteen miles from our farmhouse. I got good grades of schools. My parents gave me a
lot of freedom. I was able to do what I wanted as long as I made at home. It was before cell phones and not knowing where everyone was at all times. It was a normal part of life. If I missed school bus home, it was up to me to get there. Sometimes a friend would give me your ride. At other times I walked. I would hitchhike with varied success. Walking those country roads just past midnight was not uncommon for me. On one trip home when I was seventeen, I was
trekking late at night and it was about three miles from the house. At this point, I kept hearing something moving in the woods on the west side of the road. At first, I stopped and tried to see what it was. I could see anything, disregarded the sound and kept on my way. It happened again. It sounded like something shuffling the wheat leaves, and it was keeping pace with me. I was concerned because I hadn't heard that before. I've walked up on a black bear before, and that was damn
near as silent. After a few more noises, I felt it was intentionally letting me know it was there, and then it then wailed at me. I'm getting boot goose bumps trying to write this part down. The sound was like an infanse whail, not crying or screaming, like the sound a crying doll would make. Wow wow. But it was at one long wa the last of the whole duration. The pitch sounded like a human baby and started the same volume as a loud conversation. As the whale went on, it
increased in volume and intensity. As you can imagine, this scared this shit out of me. I was a city boy alone in the middle of nowhere. It was something obviously wailing at me. When it first started, I kind of jumped and let out an involuntary scream in my own and the split second I realized I was starting to scream, I changed my sound from a scared tone to a pissed off one and started yelling at whatever was out there.
I guess I yelled at it, try and show strength to let it know I wasn't going to cower, but there was nothing I could do. I have no weapons. My heart was pounding so hard I could I could feel the heartbeat in my temples. It started, Its yelled before mine, and I ran out of breath before it did. I was running. I was running track and cross country back then. It had pretty good lung capacity. When it got quiet again, I stared intently into the woods and tried
to make something out of the shadows, but I saw nothing. I wanted to run. I wanted to sprint like hell and put some distance between me and whatever that was. Adrenaline was flowing, and I could feel my breathing quicken and my nerves were on edge. My legs and hands were shaking from the adrenal overload, but it kept my wits about me. I knew running in the presence of predators was a big mistake, which at all the courage
I had to turn around and start walking again. I walked in the middle of the road, even though the sound came from only one side, Neither side felt safe. I can't remember if it just I can't remember if I just walked the rest of the way home or if I eventually caught a ride. All I know for sure is I made it home. I've told the story to many people because I know what I saw and try to be true to myself. I've had mixed reactions, but people who know me, no,
I don't make shut up. When I graduate from high school, I moved out of state because I was not a fan of the winters. My mom lived in the farmhouse for another fifteen years before moving back to Texas. She has heard the whining baby in the woods by the old house too. I've scoured the internet looked for what that sound, looking for that sound from a known animal, and I haven't found anything close to it. Some stories come close, but it wasn't a screaming lady or a crying baby exactly.
No one would think that noise came from a baby. Thanks you providing an outlet to get this out. Hopefully my experience can give someone solace or peace of mind. Best regards, Jason, Jason, thanks again. You know what, I have a plenty of feeling. I read this one of you guys, But if I did it, oh well, I read it again. It's funny how many people have experienced that. You know it's funny too
when you think about it. Could you imagine could you imagine waking up in the morning one day and go and h I think I'm so bored right now. I think I'm gonna make up that something was pacing me in the forest in the dark on my way home twenty years ago. That's where man do because I'm really bored, right, I don't think so. I don't think so. So many people have been paced, intentionally paced, intentionally heard the
sounds are made intentionally. Further me, not intentionally heard the sounds, but they heard the sounds that were intentionally made for them to hear in the dark beside them on the side of the road in the bush. That would suck. That would suck. To do that to somebody that sucked or experience it just would not be fun. So many people have experienced that. All right, here we go. What's this one? Hey Sleeve? Hey Steve,
please don't share my name? All right, you got it? I want to pass this with you as I was out duck hunting today October seventeen, twenty one in north central Wisconsin. Powell Marsh, to be exact, is a very remote marsh surrounded by hundreds of thousands of acres of state National forests. You can access marsh via paths. DNR has to maintain water levels and people do watch migratory migratory birds from a couple of observation areas along the road.
I was more on a walk with the potential to jump shoot some puddle ducks. As you can see, not a cloud around, nor were the ducks. I'm not even sure if it was a siding, but it seemed rather strange. Something told me to look behind me, as I was going in the opposite direction as the figure I've attached to the video. After watching this object for a couple hundred yards, I decided to grab my cell phone. It's a long way out, but it appears black, large and fast.
We have very very few moose, wolves and occasional elk around. Feel free to say it is a guy on a bike riding in the peat moss, or a guy and a four wheeler and but it motorized vehicle area. It appears to be the bipedal. It appears to be bipedal and walking deeper into the swamp and the mock. It is hunting season. I wouldn't expect a person be dressed in all black and a public hunting area. I tried walking in and it turned back. I tried walking in it and turned back
after about five feet. With naked eye, could see much better. The figure seemed to float as it moved across the swamp again a guy on a bike. After my hunt, I returned to the only two access areas to see if there was vehicles with bike tracks or people out for a peat bog run. There was nobody around. I've been to the marsh countless times and I've never seen something like this. Though the distance a bit far from video figure seems quite large. See if you can enhanced the figure. It starts
on the left. I could not see on screen, thus me moving field of view to see if I can catch it on screen. Clearly appears to be in muck. Oh shit, all right, Well let's see if there's no name in this whole email? Can you believe that? And I didn't attach them and I did attach the video, so I'm gonna goin, Well, this is fresh, and I will try to do a search on the words and maybe find the email that way. Powell Marsh already gonna try to do search on that, and if I can't find it, well I'll leave
this story in here. Anyway. It hopes that the original emailer emails me back with a video copy of the video again, how does that sound tell? You what, Sometimes I could just kick myself in the ass. But anyway, that's it. I'm done, I'm going in. It's Dioner time. It's late, and I got shipped to do and I'll be back. And it would be very interesting if a handful of you I felt like doing
a an investigative, investigative. It'd be cool if possibly a handful of people out there actually felt compelled to investigate why Russia is going into the Ukraine, the actual truthful reasons why they did it, but led up to it, what was talked about before they did it, what was pre warned, was discussed the whole nine yards, just to find out the truth without getting any
information from mainstream news. All right, Actually, it's probably really good to get people to start doing that when it came to any topic available to us today. Right back later Ormember, the card