It’s Raining; Bigfoot’s Coming Soon

It’s 5:04 am and I’m scrolling my Facebook page, reading over all my work, thinking about what it all means, picturing the future. Where’s God leading me with all this? I actually know. All of these various elements are documenting the path to “The Kingdom of Heaven.” It’s not like we’ve thought. It’s bigger, brighter, more glorious. Right now, I’m walking the book of “Acts” in the New Testament. It’s not the first time I’ve walked it. I figured out, a long time ago, the Holy Bible stories are documenting the path to true Christ Consciousness, how Jesus thought. I remember standing at a lunch table while I was working on my Theology degrees at my Christian university telling my fellow theology students, eagerly listening because they had sensed I was different, that the Bible stories were describing the mind of Christ, Jesus’ mind. I had figured that out already and that was way back in the 1990’s to early 2000’s. I was right. They had never heard what I was saying, before. That was 1-2 decades ago. I’ve kept walking this same path. I’m getting so close to the Sabbath. The Sabbath is when you grasp the entire true Biblical doctrine and are dwelling in it in your moment by moment daily life.

It’s raining. I’ve been watching the weather. I’ve been watching the Arkansas and Tennessee weather, closely. Tennessee, because that’s where I grew up and where Chapelgate is. I’m picturing the dam and what it looks like when there’s a storm. Robin called it “Primeval,” and he’d go down into our gorge (canyon) to experience it. Once, he said, “The water in the creek that feeds the main waterfall (our 6 story high waterfall, where Amy Grant filmed her “Lead Me On” video; on YouTube) is racing down the creek so hard and fast right now (during a major storm) that it’s jumping from the top of the falls out into space and completely missing the pool at the bottom. It’s leaping OVER the normal pool (at the bottom of the falls). We had a slender, straight falling, waterfall to the right of the main cascading waterfall that was 15 stories high. On the path going down from the top of the cliffs of the gorge to the bottom was what we called “our baby falls.” It was 3 stories tall. So we had 3 waterfalls in a gorge (and we owned ALL of it, 39.5 acres and over 20,000 sq. feet of historical buildings). He said the falls and gorge were simply primeval during a storm, magnificent. “I kept expecting a dinosaur to poke its head out of the trees,” he described to me. I had stayed home with our 3 little children, he had gone alone, to see it, and come back to describe it to me. There were 2 million gallons of water per hour that normally flowed over the top of our dam, where he and I built our bridge that I wanted so we could walk from our home on the top of the cliffs, looking down on the dam and millpond, to the 5 story Grist Mill on the opposite side of the dam. We could see all that from our porch. During a storm the water would be three feet higher than the top of the dam as it flowed over instead of the few inches it normally was. It was powerful and a sight to behold. So I’ve kept my eye on Tennessee, as it rains, here in Texas, (internet).

I’ve also kept my eye on Arkansas. I have my “Angel Creek” property there, north of Little Rock and Hot Springs, my beloved Hot Springs, almost to the Missouri line. The Ozarks. The Natural State. Where I bought off-grid land online, sight-unseen, and wound up with 5 years worth of Bigfoot short-stories I had no idea I’d be writing. It’s being blasted with rain, hail, and tornados right now, the entire New Madrid fault line is. I’ve kept such a close eye on it that I see where the storm is originating and it’s not from God’s nature, it’s more along the lines of Tesla’s thinking. I’m looking forward to owning oceanfront property steps from my land I have there if you get my drift, which most won’t. Anyway, I came to write this story just now because a couple of days ago I received a text message.

“Do you need any work done on your land?” The guy texting me had worked on my land last year quite a bit. I had found a way to clear my Arkansas forest land from my bedroom 650 miles away, in Texas. I’ve been doing that with local workers for several years now, by placing ads where they see them. I have them take “Before” and “After” photos & videos of my land. This guy was the last I’d hired, last year.

Angel: “I could do a few hours. Just start over with weedeating and picking up sticks till the front yard looks good again. Start at the cabin & road frontage. Make a spot off the road in my yard somewhere where you yourself feel safe parking. Before/after pictures, 1 min videos are high priority. Do it when you can. I’ll pay by CashApp when I get the After pics/videos. Thanks!”

He wrote back about the expected storm. He said he’d get it done for me when it passed and dried. So, I’ve been watching the Arkansas storm and tornadoes hit close by, within an hour’s drive. I guess I picked a good time to hire him. He’ll send me pictures of my land.

That’s why I’m writing THIS story. I’m writing to say I’ll soon have new Before & After pics of “Angel Creek.” I found a lot of my Bigfoot that way - by scanning my pictures my workers send me. Yes, I tell them, they don’t care. Nothing’s happened. Nothing’s happened, except I’ve written 134+ short-stories now like this. I’ll have new Bigfoot/Werewolves short-stories for “Angel Creek” soon. So stay tuned. Meanwhile, all my stories so far, from the very beginning, are waiting for you to read on my website, free. Enjoy! xo

Written April 5, 2025 at 5:54 am