Note to readers. My friend, Mrs. Bigfoot in this article helps me get important information past those who wish to censor.
"True wisdom comes to each of us when we realize how little we understand about life, ourselves, and the world around us." Socrates, Greek Philosopher, 470 B.C - 399 B.C.
It may be that Mrs. Bigfoot recognizes an essence of her Neanderthal cousin within my DNA. After all, 23&Me said I have 88% more Neanderthal DNA in my genome than all the participants who submitted their DNA for testing. It is a possible answer to why we were able to become good friends so quickly. It sounds silly, I know, but we are related, however diluted the DNA may be.
What I didn’t tell you in part one was that I asked a second question of Mrs. Bigfoot. I didn’t include it in part one because it was an overload of information as it was. I was absolutely stunned by the similarity of her story and what I had been hearing from people for years on the internet. It truly confirmed what they had been saying, but mostly dismissed as scare porn. The new question was meant to distract my stupefied brain from what she had told me about the future of humans on this planet and give me time to process that realization. When I think about all the Epstein hoopla and the coming indictments of people from two previous administrations, it’s simply keeping the talking heads on TV busy reporting from a prewritten script meant to keep the population divided. In all honesty, does anyone actually believe dear Hillary will ever sit on a stainless steel commode behind iron bars? Ha! But I digress.
The day I met her by the lake, Mrs. Bigfoot and I watched in silence for what seemed like hours. Mable Moose and her twins wandered back into the woods after she told me about the horrors coming very soon. (See part one in the link above) A cantankerous old beaver was disturbing the mirror-like reflection of the lake. He was pushing a large branch to parts unknown, making a rippling wake in all directions. Their world is as it should be, peaceful, serene, and unhurried. I felt sorry for us humans as a species. Most of us alive today have never suffered through a war-like crisis and the emotional turmoil that embeds itself into every cell of your being, never leaving the human soul.“Would you be so kind as to let me ask another question?” I said, breaking the long silence.
“Yes, I can understand you are full of questions that directly affect your world.” She answered back with a Grandmotherly sincerity. “I apologize if I gave you stress.”
“Thank you,” I said softly. “I appreciate your candor; however, this question is a little different, but will greatly aid us if we should have to run to the wilderness for safety. How do you and other clans find your way around the wilderness? You don’t use maps or communication devices, yet seem to know where you are going. Plus, how do you let other clans know that you are in or passed through the area? How do you communicate? How do you let other clans know what they need to be aware of? This type of communication fascinates me and would be very helpful.”
Mrs. Bigfoot looked off into space for a few seconds, contemplating exactly how to answer that question. “Well, dear female human, that is quite the question. Let me see if I can answer that. We are forbidden to discuss our traveling secrets with humans because those who hunt us would quickly learn our symbols and find us. What I can offer is some markings we shared with humans eons ago. These markings have since been modified, and more recently, humans you call “Hobos” changed our markings a little more to make them their own. Here, I’ll show you some.”
Mrs. Bigfoot got down off the rock she had been sitting on for quite some time and pats her butt, trying to bring it back to life. I watch as she goes to the edge of the woods, picks up a stick, and comes back. There is a sandy spot in this gravelly beach, and she pushes the gravel away to expose more of the sand. Having satisfied herself with her teaching space, she asks me to come closer.
“What I am about to show you are the markings human Hobos copied from us and changed over many, many years. Most often, they used charcoal or stones to mark on trees, fences, big rocks, the side of buildings, and other objects that would accept these markings. Hobo humans used these markings when they traveled. The markings helped keep other Hobos safe, but sometimes, where food could be obtained.”
Mrs. Bigfoot looked up briefly to check on her children. Then she used the stick to draw symbols in the wet sand. As she composed each symbol, she explained its meaning.
“That’s interesting,” I said with enthusiasm. “I wonder why they just didn’t use written human words?”
“Many Hob humans couldn’t read during that era, and humans that lived in houses didn’t know the Hobo humans were using these markings to communicate, and if they happened to come across them, the house humans didn’t know their meaning.” She explained as if she were a Professor at the local college. “It gave the Hobo humans an edge on keeping themselves from harm. They could distance themselves from those humans who didn’t like the Hobo human travelers. It was likely the house humans didn’t have anything to offer the Hobos and felt they could come to some harm if they didn’t have anything to give.” (Find a picture below)
“Ah, yes. I can see that. That is very clever of the Hobos. Thank you for sharing those markings with me. I sure do appreciate it. Would you be interested in learning about markings that humans of a more recent era use during times of crisis? I do like to share.” I said with a little mischief in my voice.
“Oh, yes.” She looked up again to check on her children. Comfortable that they were still having a great time, she said,” This could be fun, yes, please do,” as she handed me her stick.
“Oh, dear. Ah, thank you, but I may have to find a smaller one. I’ll be right back.” I heard her snicker as I ran off into the woods. I came back with a stick more appropriate to my size.
“These markings are only used when a human wishes to communicate to other humans, to communicate to a flying machine as it passes overhead. I’m sure you are familiar with flying machines. Sometimes these markings are left on the ground if the humans need to move to a different location. It lets other humans know in what direction to look for them. These markings are what we call Universal Ground to air symbols-Signals for help. When humans need to communicate with the flying machine, they use whatever is available, usually, tree branches, large stones, or reflective material they have with them, to make these symbols. There are other ways to signal for help, like building a big fire, but sometimes that is not advisable. Using a shiny object like shiny metal or a mirror to indicate exactly where they are.”
I began drawing symbols in the sand and explaining what each symbol meant. Now I was the Professor. Never in a million years would I have thought I would be teaching a Sasquatch anything. This is magical, I thought to myself. Mrs. Bigfoot seemed to be quite impressed by these human markings.
I had just explained the last symbol when we heard my husband calling out in the distance. He was ready to head home. Mrs. Bigfoot and I said our goodbyes and promised to meet again soon. When we got home and unloaded the car, I ran to the computer and looked to see if I could find any Hobo symbols on the internet. Sure enough, there they were. I have included them here for your inspection, although they are not exactly the same as the ones Mrs. Bigfoot drew for me; they are awfully close.
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