Note to my reader. My friend, Mrs. Bigfoot in this article helps me get important information past those who wish to censor.
"Wisdom is welcome where ever it comes from." Havamal
The jet stream that brought us the Canadian wildfire smoke had finally moved north, sending that suffocating stuff back to Canada. We are enjoying a reprieve while it lasts.
This is crazy, I coughed. It’s such a nice day, I don’t want to waste it. I threw down my garden hoe and headed for the house. I spied my hubby busy with a project.
“Hey,” I said, startling him out of his focus. “I’m tired of being cooped up. Grab your fishing pole and find me the cooler. I’ll put something together for a picnic. Let’s spend the day outdoors. What cha’ think?”
An hour later, we were at our secret cove, a fishing spot hidden from the bigger part of the lake deep inside the forest. We parked the car and loaded a 4-foot, thick plastic/polymer black toboggan with what we needed for the day. The heavy-duty farm toboggan slides over rough terrain. It’s easier to pull than a wagon of comparable size.
Some time after lunch, I looked up from my book and saw hubby was having a good time fishing, so I put my book down and wandered off into the woods. I have explored these woods for many years and have become quite comfortable intruding on the privacy of trees. They seem to accept me as a welcome distraction. I head toward the bigger part of the lake.
I made my way to the edge of the woods and stepped out onto the graveled beach area, and who do I see? Mrs. Bigfoot is sitting on a large rock at the waters edge with her back to the woods.
“OMG!” I exclaimed. “Fancy meeting you here. What a surprise. I thought your clan had moved off to the mountains. It’s good to see you.”
I think I startled her. (Seems I’ve been doing a lot of that lately.) She had been focused on her two kids splashing around in the lake. Mrs. Bigfoot turned at the waist to see who had just made her jump.
“Well, hello.” She said, like someone who had just been startled out of their wits. “What are you doing way out here? Yes, good to see you too. Here, let me pull over this rock, and you can sit with me. We have some catching up to do.”
We get through the initial inquiries about “how’s the family?” and “how was your trip back?” etc, etc. I inquire if I might ask her a couple of questions of a more informative nature? “Yes, certainly,” she responds. “What would you like to know?”
“Why have you returned? Last I knew, you said there were to be humans fighting each other in this country; that’s why you went into the mountains. It was to be safer for you there.”
“Oh yes, there will be human weapons used in this country and other countries, which has not changed. We arrived in the mountains to find them crawling with many man humans. These man humans all seemed to be around the same years old and wore the same type of clothing. I think you call that uniforms. They were strong, athletic types of man humans, not like the hunters we encounter in the woods in the fall with big bellies. These strong man humans were storing crates of weaponry in many places. Our elders call these man humans, Russians. The mountains were just too busy. Further north, there were man humans with a yellowish color to their hide. These man humans were smaller in size but just as strong looking. They, too, were in clothing that all looked alike. It was too much activity for us to stay hidden; we had to leave. At the moment, at least, these woods are quiet. Occasionally, humans ride a very loud motorized thing with four wheels on the trail, weaving through the forest, disrupting the quiet and pleasantness of our home territory.
I was listening in on our Elders discussing our situation the other day. I know, it wasn’t nice, but I was interested in what they were talking about. I was a distance away, so I only caught bits and pieces. The Elders were saying that all the wildfires on the west side of the mountains were either started by Russian humans to cause humans in this country hardship, or the fires were started to flush out the human Russians. I couldn’t quite determine which conclusion they settled on.
I did hear one of the Elders say that he heard from the others, the star travelers. The star travelers warned us that they were watching a mountain with men in similar clothing, uniforms. This one particular star traveler explained to our Elder Shaman that there are man humans under a mountain where weapons that make mushroom smoke are controlled. The star traveler told the Shaman that those mushroom weapons cause disturbances in their world when the mushroom smoke device hits the earth and makes a great mushroom in the sky. That weapon makes the star travelers all around the universe very angry. It disrupts the harmony of space and the entire galaxy. They can and will take matters into their own hands if necessary. They advised that we leave the mountains soon, for our safety.
These particular star travelers are not your friends. They don’t care if you destroy yourselves, just don’t use the mushroom weapon, they said. You will need to hide from them; they are greatly disturbed. These star travelers could turn this planet into charcoal if they so choose. The star travelers are most interested in the weapons and could simply remove that threat and take human civilization back to the Stone Age. All this frightens me; it affects us too.”
My heart was pounding, and I sat there dumbfounded for a few minutes watching the Bigfoot children play in the water, trying to absorb what I just heard. The children were totally unconcerned about anything we were talking about; they were having so much fun. Just then, I noticed Mable Moose across the lake. It was the swampy side of this idyllic lake that she looked up after nosing around in the water. A green swamp weed dangles from her mouth. Mables’ twins chased each other across the swampy beach into the water with a big splash. All was as it should be at that moment. The universe seemed to stand still.
“Are you ok? She asked, breaking into my mental stupor. “You got awfully quiet.”
“Yes, I’m still here,” I said as if just waking up from a dream. “That was a lot to process, dear friend. What makes this all too real for me is that humans have been saying pretty much the same stuff that you just told me on our communication devices. Most humans, especially the younger ones, who see this on their communication devices, have never experienced or seen stuff for themselves, so they pass it by and move on to the next thing. It just doesn’t register as affecting them, of course, until it does. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, I understand what you are saying. We have been watching for many generations as humans are weakened and pampered by newer and newer devices in their communities and homes. It was sad to helplessly stand by and watch it happen. We had a friendship with humans eons ago. But now, humans think they have to track us down and do us harm. That is why we must remain hidden.”
“I’m so very sorry, my dear friend. It does look as if humans are headed for a time of reckoning.”
“What is reckoning that you talk about? I’m not familiar with that word,” she asked sincerely.
“The human word reckoning means the avenging or punishing of past deeds and mistakes,” I answered.
“Oh, yes, I imagine so.”
Off in the distance, we hear my husband calling for me. I laid my hand on her warm, hairy arm and said,
“Looks like I have to go. Thank you so much for your honesty and telling me what is on deck for our future if our leaders don’t change directions. Will you be in this area long? Will I see you again? I do hope you will be here.”
“Yes, for the time being, our clan calls these woods home. We will meet again.” Mrs. Bigfoot put her massive, hairy arm around my shoulders and gave me a gentle squeeze. “See you soon.”
