I made it to Angel Creek today. Got my 2 locks cut off my cabin door that I didn’t have keys to. Put 2 new locks on that I do have keys to. Put my new folding cot bed in and set it up. Put a chair in. Put my new battery lamp in. Swept the floor. Didn’t see any Bigfoot. Haven’t checked my photos but my phone died so I just have a few. Mostly because it is mid-summer the grass has grown tall again. So I couldn’t really see much. I did notice while driving in that the area my property drops into in the back is very very very deep. Like Tennessee gorges deep. Full of nature, trees, plants, bushes, and lots of places to hide forever unseen.
That’s the last trip I’m taking Swan. She was perfect. Got me in and out safely, gave me a tiny house for a backup, carried my heavy bed, really heavy ladder so I can now reach my 2 lofts, and carried my extra tools - rake, shovel, hoe, clippers. Most of my tools I had bought were still locked safely in my cabin, all except the lawnmower. I had had them mailed to the lady I hired for 2 years to clear my yard, which she did. She also built the Godzilla proof locking system I designed that works perfectly. I just never got keys to my locks because she got hospital level sick due to an operation. Now I have keys. So yay.
No, I’m not going back out there this trip. It is really really scary hard to get to and I got lost many times with my dead phone. I prayed. Hard. Next time I’m flying and renting an Suv. I needed Swan to get this far one baby step at a time for 7 years.
I had a long talk with my neighbor (I promised no photos of him). He cut my locks for me and let me park Swan in his driveway. He built his own off-grid compound, beginning the year after I bought my land. We were on the outs but mended it this trip.
I asked him about Bigfoot. He only half-believes in them. Pretty much anything he knows he learned from my sitting with him on his front porch to his little cabin he built from scratch. We have talked about God, culture, and Bigfoot every trip. He’s there, because of God & culture, like I wrote in my previous story, “Sentinel Event.” Lots of Christians moved to the Ozarks, off-grid, because of their End Times Bible beliefs. I’m one, only mine is a backup only, and became my setting for my “Angel Creek” stories. I now have paid for land, a paid for cabin, the tools I need, a yard, a neighbor, all the knowledge 7 years of intense study could give me, and a circle of knowledgeable friends.
Oh and sitting on the porch today, drinking a Dr. Pepper that was ice cold, provided to me from my neighbor’s no-electricity storage (I didn’t see how he did that but I sure needed it and asked for a second, which he gave me with, “Those are the only two cold ones I had,”) I asked him about Bigfoot.
I told him, again, about my tracker friends who documented my property for me two years ago, right after I had my new blue cabin delivered. I reminded him they found HUGE bent trees. When I did he pointed to a HUGE bent tree in his driveway. I reminded him my lady tracker friend found a Bigfoot juvenile footprint right in front of my blue cabin, in the road. I told him I had noticed “birds that aren’t birds” around us. “We have lots of birds,” he said. “Yeah, but you can tell the difference in real birds and fake birds,” I answered. He nodded yes, he knew what I meant. My trackers had documented bird calls in the videos/photos they took for me, I had picked the bird calls out in one of their videos of my land. Jerry had said that as they moved further, deeper, into my unexplored land he had noticed the fake bird calls and movements moving further in as well, ahead of them. I heard them today, both on my land, my neighbors land, and even when I turned off the regular dirt road onto the smaller, rougher dirt road that then led to my dirt trail, I barely have a road. I heard them then. I also heard them as “owls” as I was leaving. It was still light at that point. A red bird, cardinal, flew into my front yard when I was sitting in my open door frame. When I was sitting deeper, inside my cabin, harder to see, wasps flew in to look me over. I was sitting on my new cot bed/lounger then and had just wondered if my Bigfoot were curious about who I was.
They know for sure now. I’m the lady in the white van the orb followed to the newly built bridge last evening. I’m the same lady who has set on my neighbor’s porch talking about God, today, and in the past. I’m the lady who had the locks cut off, opened the door, showed my neighbor my tools, put new tools in, and who thought the cardinal and wasps might be more than they seem. I’m pretty sure they knew me before. I have a story about one I have on film, with a man’s face and hairy body, rising up through the very ground itself, like a 90% transparent ghost, showing up months later (same man’s face, hairy body) in Texas when I was at a friend’s ranch. I was taking a picture of my Texas friend. Two months later I noticed my same Arkansas Bigfoot was in the background in that one particular shot. Just TRY to tell me “No one’s ever taken a picture of Bigfoot.” I have. My friends have. They are in my stories on my website.
I reprayed to God that my Bigfoot STILL weren’t allowed to mindspeak with me, that my threshhold was still secure, they did not have permission to cross my threshhold, still. Even still. They had to tell God and if God wanted me to know, to have whatever information they wanted to communicate with me about, then God would tell me himself, let me know.
My neighbor said we are surrounded by undesirable neighbors, except a new guy who is 28 and asked him to baptise him in the nearby river. He told him he’d love to. He said he’d tried a few more nearby churches but he was too much of a Christian for them to handle and he wouldn’t be going back. He told me some stories, how he didn’t want to celebrate Easter with them when they invited him and why. He said he has been fighting demons inside the spirits of several of our neighbors for two months or more. He calls one “Thief,” another, “Spite,” and another, “Jealousy.” I’m pretty sure I almost have that right. You get the idea. He said he has been guarding the boundaries of his land with prayer. So when I was alone in my cabin I also prayed for God to protect and guard the boundaries of MY land and my cabin. Then I added my neighbor’s boundaries as well. I said if I have any spirits that are good on my land God can let them stay, but not any evil ones. I had said the same thing directly to my own Bigfoot/Werewolves/Cryptids/Beings early on, before Jerry told me to block mindspeak. That is what I’d mindspoke to them. Then after that I prayed to God and blocked them. This trip, inside my blue cabin, I prayed to God, directly, but said the very same thing. So that’s in God’s hands to figure out. I still don’t know for sure, myself. But I do feel they were in the orb sentinel yesterday, were making all the fake bird calls, maybe were in the red cardinal and in the wasp, then 2 wasps, then watching me not kill the spider that fell from my lock. It’s strange. I realize what I am saying is strange. It’s also true, every word. My neighbor said, “No, I haven’t seen any Bigfoot. But I see the lights in the tops of all my trees surrounding my cabin, all the time. I see the lights all the time. All the time.”
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Written June 20, 2024 at 10:00 pm
