This is a picture of my blue cabin and my off-grid land, "Angel Creek," taken by me this past week. ...And the stories now continue... Today I hired a local guy to weedeat. When I was there earlier this week I was afraid to park near my shed. For one thing, I couldn't see because the weeds were so high. So I was afraid to go all the way to it. My neighbor, when I pulled into his driveway, came out and I half rolled down my window, like I've done 4 or so times in the past, with different vans of mine (I keep blowing the engines and have to get new ones), and I shouted, "It's Angel from Texas." This was a new dog jumping on my van so I didn't roll my window all the way down. He came out and said, "WELL. After LAST TIME you are NOT welcome here, so you can just get out of my driveway and leave me alone." Then he turned to leave and go back to his self-built off-grid cabin(s). He has his own little compound now. It is clearly marked on the trees, "NO TRESPASSING - Beware of Dog." But then every property you pass to get to my place ALSO has those same or similar signs, mine now included. Mine says, "You Are Under Surveillance - No Trespassing." Mine are pretty signs in blue and white to match my blue and white shed/cabin. I also have purple paint on my trees. Everyone does. Ozarks people don't play. Eventually, I'll have the surveillance to match the signs. I'm working on it.
So, why would my neighbor say that to me? It started with texts. He texted me, "Can I put rocks on your land, on your road frontage? People are driving around the muddy puddles in the road (which I've always hoped were indications I have a spring; neighbor says, "No, there's clay 12" down everywhere and it just rained.") The rocks will make them have to drive through the puddles."
I said "no." My first mistake. This trip, two years later, his first words to me (after go away!) were, "Well. YOU have a big MESS in front of YOUR place because people have been using your frontage to go around the muddy puddles. You don't really want to know the rest but it had escalated to the point where I no longer had his phone number.
So there I was in his driveway, parked next to his "No Trespassing" sign, with his dog scratching my van and me yelling out the window and him turning his back on me because I was a bad neighbor and let people drive through on my shoulder. It had gotten worse than that, especially when I had allowed my "lady with a chainsaw" hired worker to actually try to BURN the debris I had paid her to rake up. That had prompted a call, by this same neighbor, a guy who bought his land a year after I bought mine and previously lived in sunny Florida, to freak out and call the Fire Department, AND the Sheriff. They told him, "No Trespassing" on MY land, because he had photos of an ember she had left behind, he had photographed for proof. That's how I had wound up with unburned piles of dead branches and debris. I told her not to burn anything, we'd haul it off eventually. I assumed she'd haul it to HER land, around the corner, and burn it. She got sick, had surgery, and didn't want to work anymore.
Angel: "I really enjoyed our conversations we'd have on your front porch, BEFORE all that happened."
Neighbor: (Humphf. Still turning to leave.)
Angel: "I told a friend of mine THREE DAYS AGO what a GOOD Christian you are. I said, "He's the kind of Christian that would literally carry a huge wooden cross, just like Jesus' cross, ALL the way across the country. He's way more dedicated to Jesus than even you or me."
Neighbor: (Humphf. But paused.) "Well, thank you for the compliment, but that doesn't change anything."
Angel: "I've just driven for 3 DAYS to get here. Would it be ok with you if I just left my van here in your driveway and walked to my cabin to just SEE it?"
Neighbor. "I guess so."
Angel (getting out of the van and letting the dog sniff my hand; boy I'm brave): "Thanks!" I start walking towards my cabin, about 100 feet further down the road. The neighbor turns to go back to his house.
Neighbor (yelling; after I've walked 50 feet): "Do you want me to go with you?"
Angel: "Yes, that would be great, thank you!"
After that we were fine. He informed me he was now mad at the neighbor he had ganged up on me with, by texts, before. He said he had cast a demon out of him and the guy had made a point to create a hole in the road with spinning his tires, just in front of my neighbor's driveway. My neighbor calmed down, I calmed him down, I was humble and sweet, and he cut my locks for me, with the tool I'd brought, and then offered me a sandwich. We sat on his front porch and chatted about God, culture, the neighbors, and Bigfoot, and he also helped me carry the tools I had brought, a cot, a ladder, a rake etc. to my blue cabin. I let him see there was nothing nefarious inside my locked cabin, just a simple table with tools I'd bought and had mailed to the previous "lady with a chainsaw." I now have his new phone number and he has mine. "Call me if anything happens or if you need me," I said.
Neighbor: "Who were all those people you had out here?" The Ozarks do not like strangers. I've learned that.
Angel: "People I hired to come out and take pictures for me to make sure everything was fine. Don't worry. I don't ever take pictures of you or your land. Just mine. I do write stories about my land, though, and Bigfoot. I use the pictures."
All that to say this. Today, just an hour ago, I hired a NEW local person to weedeat my land. "I just want you to clear the weeds in front of my blue cabin, so I have a place to park. The last lady left tree stumps everywhere (not her fault, I told her to cut down all the small trees; someday I will hire an Excavator to clear them; but makes parking iffy) and I need a clear place I can see to park. Then just work your way down the road frontage. I'm trying to clear a yard. Think "around the blue cabin, parking spot, road frontage, yard." I had found the new guy, last night, on a local page for hiring people. I had written a little ad, gotten two responses moments later, deleted the ad, and removed my website from my profile. He found me anyway. I removed the website because I have all my Bigfoot stories there. I wanted to ease him in. I did mention it but added, "I don't think they will bother you, the neighbor is fine, they are all over the Ozarks." He ignored it. So good.
He assures me he will have 3 hours of work all done in 1 hour and will get to it next Saturday. (For the same price I offered for 3 hours.) I just said, "Do it your way. We'll try it." He assured ME he had a $400. weedeater and worked HARD. I told him, well, take my Before and After photos for me, they belong to ME, for my stories. Don't post about it on your page. And if I like your work we'll go on from there. So... new stories in the making...
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Written June 27, 2024 at 2:35 pm
A couple of my Bigfoot, They are always hard to make out. Both walking, dark shapes, one on left in mid-stride, one on right just standing. They left me a sign, see my story, "The Sign of Melchizedek" HERE
I call this Bigfoot/Wildman "Joseph." He comes up from the ground like a ghost in the video I have, it is in one of my stories, and he dives into a pile of debris. HERE He shows up again, later, in Texas. I have that story too. HERE
Same Bigfoot/Wildman, later, in Texas. I think he appeared in the photo I was taking just to send me a message that he knows who I am and where I am. See my stories. This one has a human face and hairy body.
Inside my blue cabin/shed
