9.1. The Neanderthal was an Intelligent
Didn't you learn in school I that Homo Sapiens,
evolved from the apes and that the Neanderthal man was its predecessor?
Remember those pictures of the Neanderthal as a low intelligent cave man
with club in hand? Well, with present-day genetic research, it now is said
that man and the Neanderthal have a common ancestor from which they evolved
some 200,000 years ago. What the same scientist do know, but hardly ever
mention is that the Neanderthal has 48 chromosomes like all the ape species,
and man has only 46 chromosomes. A big difference that! How can a species
evolve from 48 to 46 chromosomes, but also be very, very different in makeup.
Who else has 48 chromosomes: all the apes and hominids. This means that
all the pre-humans (hominids) and apes have 48 chromosomes. Only humans
have 46 chromosomes. Humans are a very different species. It is more likely
that all the apes and hominids are the true evolutionary species of the
earth and man, well, yes, somebody in the very distant past tinkered with
the genes of one of these apes and created Homo Sapiens. They didn't do
a good job either, as Homo Sapiens turned out to be a lot weaker in many
aspects than the apes and the hominids, but its DNA has some 5000 errors
in its coding, something that the ape species has very few of. Recently
(2004) research has shown that the difference between Neanderthals and Homo
Sapiens is even greater than previously thought, to that extent that they
are now considered as two totally different species. It is also possible
that mankind belongs to another evolutionary species that evolved on other
planets, and came here in the very distant past.
lived from 500,000 years ago to 30,000 years ago, had bigger cranial capacities
which is correlated with higher mental abilities. They had sophisticated
stone tools, buried their dead and created art figures. They also had a
rudimentary ability to speak (loud and high pitched). In 2003, a face-mask
engraved roughly in flint was excavated from a Neanderthal stratum. A Neanderthal
flute carved from the thighbone of a cave bear has the seven-note system
of western music. Jewelry has also been excavated in Neanderthal caves,
signifying a desire for art that was wearable. The most important piece
of Neanderthal art is a cave painting found far underground. This painting
is a wonderful proof of beautiful and meaningful Neanderthal art. The face-mask
, flute and cave painting prove that Neanderthal man definitely had artistic
ability, which is a main part of culture.
This picture shows that Neanderthals
were an intelligent non-humans species. Although human looking, they were
very different in the structure of their bodies because they are from the
48 chromosome ape tree like all the other hominids. There were many hominid
species on this planet, which actually are evolving apes. Some became intelligent,
others died out too soon. Mankind, or Homo Sapiens, is an anomaly on this
planet because of the chromosome difference. Why is Homo Sapiens still around,
while for example, the Neanderthals who also were intelligent and survived
an ice age, died out? The Neanderthals, like all the other hominids, were
built like the ape species, strong and robust, and equipped to survive.
The reason probably lies in the fact that Homo Sapiens, although a much
weaker species, was more aggressive.
They probably killed off all the
Hominids. Look at the last couple of thousand years: mankind has continuously
waged war, and killed his own species by the millions. Wars and killing
are still continuing in these "modern" times.
In 2013 the entire DNA was mapped, what showed that
Neanderthals cross-bred with humans and other intelligent hominids. Interesting
Entire Neanderthal genome finally mapped – with amazing results.
Are all the hominids, the evolved ape species really
extinct? If Homo Sapiens hunted the intelligent ape species, it would be
natural that they retreated to those places inaccessible to humans: the
dense forests. The apes, both the animals and the intelligent species, all
have very strong bones and muscles, and are well equipped for survival.
What reports do we have of accidental encounters at the edges of those dense
forests all over the world: snowman, yetis, Bigfoot and by whatever names
they go by.
That is, strong muscular, large and small in height, hair
covered bipedal ape-like humanoids. There are too many stories of these
encounters, and too many footprints to dismiss these creatures as fantasy.
In 2005 some alleged hair from a Bigfoot was analyzed by University of Alberta
wildlife geneticist David Coltman, whose conclusion it was that the hair
did not come from any known animal. From what we know, they are definitely
ape-like creatures who make high pitched sounds, but do not have a real
language; they live in small families, and they shun humans. They are most
likely another intelligent ape like species, maybe more than one variety,
that is still around on this planet.
The American native Indians had
many stories of Bigfoot encounters. they report that Bigfoot was very strong,
had a strong smell/stench. Sometimes Bigfoot kidnapped young women. In some
instances these women returned years later and carried the typical smell
of Bigfoot. The Indians believed that Bigfoot could hypnotize man and animal.
Bigfoot seems to have strong mental abilities. In some stories people were
paralyzed (unable to move), saw him disappear into thin air, or were unable
to see him although he was nearby. There are some contemporary white Americans
who claim to have contact with Bigfoot and who say that Bigfoot is strongly
telepathic, and has other psychic abilities. Check out
Jack Lapseritis had many Bigfoot encounters and
communications, but he also visited people who had Bigfoot contacts. From
his own experiences and those of other people, he came to the conclusion
that Bigfoot is very much a human-like species. Go to my
Who is Sasquatch/Bigfoot article to learn more
about the many characteristics these beings have.
There are some very interesting stories about Bigfoot.
The following stories are very intriguing as it involves offspring of Bigfoot
"Informants: Francis, an Indian woman, age 60 and niece
to Patrick, described later, and her mother, Laura, age 85, are members
of the Lake Band. Francis pronounces "Skanicum" as if clearing
her throat with a mouth full of saliva. This interview with Francis on September
17, 1985, was followed by another with her mother, Laura, at her separate
residence at Nespelem. Laura (deceased in 1987) verified everything as reported
by Francis, adding many details. Laura relates that as a child she had a
much greater interest in things, especially Skanicum, than other Indian
women whom she knew. She would ask questions of her Grandfather and Grandmother
who explained things to her and passed on many stories. As a child, from
about the age of six, she would sleep outside and spend considerable time
in the mountains alone, could identify and understood the many sounds that
she heard, like the "iiieee" cry of Skanicum.
Back around the
turn of the century (1885-1900) the Indians set up a fishing camp near Keller
on the San Poll River ("D" on map, p26). In the evening the men
would return, tired and hungry, to camp with their days catch. The women
would work all evening processing the fish and putting it on drying racks
to dry. While cooking dinner one of the women, a recent bride through bride-purchase,
took a kettle and went off after water. Minutes later she was heard screaming.
The men rushed to the scene but could only stand and watch as Skanicum carried
her off. They knew that Skanicum was very vengeful and if harmed the captive
may be injured and the mountains would not be safe for any Indian. As she
was carried away, the captive tore off and dropped pieces of her white slip
leaving a trail for the men to follow. She was with Skanicum all summer,
or at least a couple of months, when the men searching for her on horseback
saw her gathering wild potato roots.
Skanicum was asleep nearby. Upon
seeing the men she emptied her lap of the potatoes, crept quietly to them,
leaped on one of the horses behind it's rider, and thus escaped. Upon return
to camp all of the Indians immediately broke camp and hastily departed the
area. During her stay with Skanicum the woman had gathered roots, etc.,
which they shared. Skanicum eats anything that other people eat but lives
primarily on roots such as that of the thule (tooly) or cattail plant, which
they gather, dry, and store in caves. They build fires with flint stone
and steal hides from Indians, which they use for bedding and to cover the
entrance to their cave.
During her stay with Skanicum the woman became
pregnant and bore a son named Patrick, who grew up on the reservation. Patrick's
body structure was very different from that of other Indians as his arms
were very long, reaching about to his knees. He was very short, about 5'4"
tall (his mother was described as "tiny"), possessed a sloping
forehead, very large lower jaw, a very large wide mouth with straight upper
and lower lips, and straight protruding teeth. He was kind of stooped, or
hump-backed. His ears were elongated upwards (peaked) and bent outward at
the top. He had very large hands and long fingers, is described as very
ugly although extremely intelligent. He attended school on the reservation,
was "very smart", operated a ranch in the area, died at about
the age of 30, and is buried on the reservation. Patrick is described as
a "gentle" man, never beat or mistreated his wife. He married
easily as he had a good ranch and was considered "affluent". From
this marriage to Laura's cousin was born three daughters and two sons. Both
sons died at an early age. The three daughters were named, in order from
oldest to youngest, Mary Louise, now about 65 years old, Madeline, and Stella.
Stella died at a young age. Mary Louise lives near Omak. A couple of summers
ago Mary Louise spent several weeks with Laura. Mary had heard several times
over the years that her paternal grandfather was a Skanicum and sought verification
from Laura. Laura revealed all to her, confirming that her father was indeed
half Skanicum. Mary Louise' physical appearance is relatively "normal".
However, both girls have wide mouths (look like split from ear to ear),
protruding teeth, and squint eyes. But Madeline, who lives on the Washington
coast, has other very distinct Skanicum features such as sloping forehead,
long peaked ears, etc. She is considered ugly by Indian standards, is an
alcoholic spending much time in taverns. Patrick's wife, mother of these
girls, is Laura's first cousin.
Francis met Patrick when she was a young
girl about eight years old. She reports another incident in about 1982 when
she and her niece were returning to Nespelem from Omak just after dark.
About two miles from Omak near a gravel pit they passed a Skanicum standing
alongside the road.
About a year later Francis and Laura were returning
home when they stopped up on Keller Butte to eat chicken that they had brought
back with them. They heard Skanicum scream only a short distance away. So
close in fact that they quickly left the area. There is a cave near Kartar
on the reservation where Skanicum is known to live.
Laura reports that
some years ago she shot a deer not far from Nespelem. Being alone at the
time and unable to load it into her car, she returned the next morning with
her grandson. Several Skanicum were on the scene. One, a female, was standing
just alongside the road and never moved as Laura drove by her, getting a
good look at her. She looked human, was about six feet tall, her body covered
with long brown hair, had a sloping forehead with ears that appeared to
be pulled upward. Arriving at the deer carcass they found that the liver
had been removed, as had the tender parts of both rear flanks. The skin
had been carefully rolled from the hindquarters; the meat was very clean
(she reiterates and emphasizes how clean the meat was). She and her grandson
left the carcass as they found it and left the area. Laura states that there
are areas just south of Nespelem and about two miles north of the Columbia
River where she can call Skanicum (in his language, she knows how) and he
will answer. She believes that they live in the area. At one time she encountered
a large male Skanicum on the highway near Nespelem. It tried to converse
with her, making organized sounds, leaving her to believe that they have
a language. She left quickly.
Louie, a 79 year old male member of the
Columbia-Moses Band, knew Patrick all of his life and remembers him and
his family well. He worked for Patrick on his ranch around 1925-1930, describes
him as a "pinhead" about 5' 4" tall, with larger than normal
ears, mouth, teeth, and with large hands he was a very good card player
who seemed to instinctively know what everyone else was holding." (from
Another story is from a captured Bigfoot in Asia
in the 19th century: " In Abkhazia, Western Caucasus, relict hominoids
(snowmen) are called abnauyu. While collecting reports in 1962, a colleague
of Prof. Boris Porshnev, zoologist Prof. Alexander Mashkovtsev, heard and
studied the story of Zana. Subsequently, Porshnev took over where his late
companion left off. The following information is borrowed from Porshnev's
work The Struggle for Troglodytes.
Zana was a female abnauyu who
had been caught and tamed and who lived and died within the memory of a
number of people still alive at the time of the research. She was buried
near the village of Tkhina in the Ochamchiri District of Abkhazia in the
1880s or 1890s.
The manner of her capture is vague. Probably she had
already changed hands by sale when she became the property of the ruling
prince D.M.Achba who was the titular head of the Zaadan region. She passed
into the possession of one of his vassals, named Chelokua and still later
she was presented to a nobleman, Edgi Genaba, who visited the region. He
took her away, still shackled and chained, to his estate in the village
of Tkhina on the Mokva River, 78 kilometres from Sukhumi, the capital of
At first Genaba lodged her in a very strong enclosure and
nobody ventured in to give her food, for she acted like a wild beast. It
was thrown to her. She dug herself a hole in the ground and slept in it
and for the first three years she lived in this wild state, gradually becoming
tamer. After three years she was moved to a wattle-fence enclosure under
an awning near the house, tethered at first, but later she was let loose
to wander about. However she never went far from the place where she received
her food. She could not endure warm rooms and the year round, in any weather,
slept outdoors in a hole that she made herself under the awning.
Villagers teased her with sticks thrust through the wattle-fence, and she
would snatch them with fury, bare her teeth and howl.
Her skin was
black, or dark grey, and her whole body covered with reddish-black hair.
The hair on her head was tousled and thick, hanging mane-like down her back.
SShe could not speak, over decades that she lived with people, Zana
did not learn a single Abkhaz word; she only made inarticulate sounds and
mutterings, and cries when irritated. But she reacted to her name, carried
out commands given by her master and was scared when he shouted at her.
And this despite the fact that she was very tall, massive and broad, with
huge breasts and buttocks, muscular arms and legs, and fingers that were
longer and thicker than human fingers. She could splay her toes widely and
move apart the big toe.
From remembered descriptions given to Mashkovtsev
and Porshnev, her face was terrifying; broad, with high cheekbones, flat
nose, turned out nostrils, muzzle-like jaws, wide mouth with large teeth,
low forehead, and eyes of a reddish tinge. But the most frightening feature
was her expression which was purely animal, not human. Sometimes, she would
give a spontaneous laugh, baring those big white teeth of hers. The latter
were so strong that she easily cracked the hardest walnuts.
for many years without showing any change: no grey hair, no falling teeth,
keeping strong and fit as ever. Her athletic power was enormous. She would
outrun a horse, and swim across the wild Mokva River even when it rose in
violent high tide. Seemingly without effort she lifted with one hand an
eighty-kilo sack of flour and carried it uphill from the water-mill to the
village. She climbed trees to get fruit, and to gorge herself with grapes
she would pull down a whole vine growing around the tree. She ate whatever
was offered to her, including hominy and meat, with bare hands and enormous
gluttony. She loved wine, and was allowed her fill, after which she would
sleep for hours in a swoon-like state.
She liked to lie in a cool
pool side by side with buffalos. At night she used to roam the surrounding
hills. She wielded big sticks against dogs and on other perilous occasions.
She had a curious obsession for playing with stones, knocking one against
another and splitting them.r>
ShShe took swims the year round, and
preferred to walk naked even in winter, tearing dresses that she was given
into shreds. However, she showed more tolerance toward a loin-cloth. Sometimes
she went into the house, but the women were afraid of her and came near
only when she was in a gentle mood; when angry she presented a scary sight
and could even bite. But she obeyed her master, Edgi Genaba, and he knew
how to bring her to heel. Adults used her as a bogy figure with children,
although Zana never actually attacked children.
She was trained to
perform simple domestic tasks, such as grinding grain for flour, bringing
home firewood and water, or sacks to and from the water-mill, or pull her
master's high boots off.
But she became the mother of human children,
and this is the wonderous side of her life story, very important for the
science of genetics. Zana was pregnant several times by various men, and,
giving birth without assistance, she always washed the newborn child in
the cold water-spring. The half-breed infants, unable to survive these ablutions,
So, when subsequently Zana gave birth, the villagers began
taking the newborn babies away from her in good time, and reared them themselves.
Four times this happened, and the children, two sons and two daughters,
grew up as humans, fully-fledged and normal men and women who could talk
and possessed reason. It is true that they had some strange physical and
mental features, but nonetheless they were fully capable of engaging in
work and social life.
One of her sons Khwit died in 1954. There were
rumours that his father was in fact Edgi Genaba himself, but in the census
he was put down under a family-name of Sabekia. It is significant that Zana
was buried in the family cemetery of the Genabas, and that the two youngest
children of Zana were brought up by Genaba's wife.
Khwit was powerfully
built, had dark skin, but he inherited scarcely anything from Zana's facial
appearance. The complex of human features, inherited from his father, was
dominant in them and overruled the mother's line of descent. Khwit, who
died at the age of 65 or 70, was described by his fellow-villagers as little
different from the human norm, except for certain small divergences. He
was extremely strong, difficult to deal with and quick to pick a fight.
In fact, he lost his right hand after one of the many fights he had with
his fellow-villagers, but his left hand sufficed him to mow and do other
work on a collective farm, and even climb trees. When old, he moved to the
town of Tkvarcheli where he eventually died, but he was taken back for burial
The next stage of the Zana case was taken up by attempts to
find her grave and skeleton. As the graveyard had been unused for a long
time, Zana's skelton was not found, but they did exhume the skull of Khwit,
Zana's younger son, whose grave was still well indicated. The skull was
brought to Moscow where it was studied by two physical anthropologists.
They stated that the skull exhibits an original combination of modern and
ancient features ... The facial section of the skull is significantly larger
in comparison with the mean Abkhaz type ... All the measurements and indices
of the superciliary cranial contour are greater not only than those of the
mean Abkhaz series, but also than those of the maximum size of some fossil
skulls studied (or rather were comparable with the latter). The Tkhina
skull approaches closest the Neolithic Vovnigi II skulls of the fossil series. "
(from http://www.hominology.narod.ru/zanai.htm; link does not work anymore)
The image above is a sketch of a Hoopa (Native Indian
reservation in Northern california) Bigfoot by forensic sketch artist and
agent Harvey Pratt, drawn with the assistance of witness Romeo M. The image
below is a depiction of the facial details of Raven U.'s Bigfoot sighting
from the Hoopa area, drawn by the same artist.
This following image is from
Here is another interesting story about Bigfoot
I found at http://www.mysterious-america.net/hansenint.html
An Interview with Khat
Choctaw Medicine woman reveals details of Bigfoot
By Brent Raynes
Kath Hansen explains that she is a Choctaw medicine
woman, a "Soul Eater" (a type of empathic healer) whose training
as a medicine person began back at the age of three. Since age five, she
has encountered various spirit beings. One of these (the main subject of
this interview) is known by her people as Ste’ye’mah (what we call Bigfoot).
Editor: To begin with, how do you wish to be identified?
Hansen: My name is Khat Hansen. I am an American Choctaw Indian Medicine
woman and Soul eater (it is a type of empathic healer). I have retired from
the archeology field and now live quietly in the Nevada mountain range.
Editor: You have written in a blog that you've been interacting with
Ki'ho'sa since age five. You explained that Ki'ho'sa means Bigfoot. You
state that he's neither animal or human, and can do very incredible, if
not downright supernatural sounding things. Is Ki'ho'sa a Native American
Khat Hansen: Yes, it is Choctaw. That is not exactly correct.
Ki'ho'sa means "to forget (me)" in Choctaw. It is the name he
has named himself. I have only given him this name as he gave it to me when
I was 5yrs. old. He said that is what I was to call him. He is neither animal
or human. He is Ste'ye'mah or Bigfoot. I do not call them sasquatch as that
is a made up Indian word. It is a conglomeration of words to create one
word. Ki'ho'sa calls his kind "my people" or "such as we".
He has never used anything else. The Bigfoot are capable of doing many things
that you or I cannot do but at the same time we are capable of doing things
they cannot do. It is a balance between us in a way. They do not choose
to know our way of living. For example, they do not cook or read, but they
are capable of drawing and like music. They do not play music but will play
with the instruments per se. They do however mimic bird whistles and song
and have used them many times as a form of entertainment. I have had them
steal mouth harps and slide whistles but have never heard them play them.
I think they took them because they saw us playing them and were curious
as to how they work. If I am playing the guitar or sitar they will come
down and sit quietly in the bushes or around the area. When they are done
they will leave the area and that is all I ever know. They do not tell me
if they like it or experience joy or sadness. I do know that they experience
anger and rage. They can also forgive, these are the emotions that I have
first hand knowledge of with Ki'ho'sa and his kind.
being Native American open you up more to such experiences, do you think?
Khat Hansen: Maybe, maybe not. What I think opens me up to such experiences
is the fact that I have been taught to respect and believe in all forms
of life. I was taught that I must accept what I am being told and shown
by legends and elders and other people what is true. To accept with my heart
and mind that what I am being allowed to experience is a gift. I was told
at an early age that not everyone can see the Bigfoot. THEY choose who will
see them and what capacity it will be. For Ki'ho'sa to have chosen me was
a very sacred gift to myself and my people. For him to interact with me
over the years has been an even more invaluable gift. He has taught me much
about myself and acceptance of things that I do not understand or comprehend.
Editor: Please tell us what you can about Ki'ho'sa and what your own
first-hand experiences with him have conveyed to you about what sort of
creature he is.
Khat Hansen: Ki'ho'sa is a spirit being who can assume
a flesh and blood body. Which simply means: He is a being/creature that
has access to this world. He comes and goes of his pleasing. This is why
sometimes people say they have found footprints coming from UNDER a small
rock and disappearing into a small scrub bush with nothing surrounding it
or just stopping in dirt and not continuing anywhere. He can shift and leave
this realm/world when he wants. He is not limited to being here as are we.
He has different gifts that he uses. That we humans have not learned or
For instance, Ki'ho'sa can mindspeak to people. It is
a very unusual gift that took me a long time to get used to. By this I mean
he can put pictures into your head and a fleeting voice that is almost like
an echo. He uses this to communicate and get his meaning across to me. It
is almost like flashcards strung together to create a meaning. When he does
this though, it causes me terrible pain in the form of migraine type headaches
and nosebleeds that sometimes last for days.
They also are able to
cause humans and animals to feel certain feelings. It took me a long time
to understand what this process is and a name for it. It is called infrasound
or thought blasting. They use it to cause fear, terror, panic, peace, confusion
or calm. It is a mind weapon of sorts. They use this when they are feeling
threatened by humans to make us leave their area. In this way they will
not have to physically attack us although if it did not work they would
then resort to leading the person away or chasing them away. If that did
not work they would attack. They are capable of anger and evil if they choose.
They are not the creatures in Harry and the Hendersons. They are very intelligent
and cunning. This is not a human being. Nor is it an animal. It is Ste'ye'mah
Bigfoots do not age as humans do. I always say that he
is about 175 years old according to my understanding of their aging process.
They age much slower than humans. It has something to do with their metabolism
being different. This is also why when people have shot at them or hit them
with vehicles it does not appear to hurt them. It really does hurt them,
but it may take weeks or months for the wounds to manifest. This is why
people have seen them just walk away from woundings without marks or blood
on them. This is also why certain Bigfoot are seen over and over again for
long periods like the yellowtop Bigfoot. He has been in that territory for
almost a century... he does not age like us so it is a short period of time
They have many different gifts such as great speed..fast
as a car when they choose. The ability to become invisible (which has been
explained to me as "wrapping the light around themselves"). I
have pictures of this on my website. Great inhuman strength. And the ability
to camouflage themselves into different forms, i.e.: stumps or trees that
people do not realize are Bigfoot until they actually see it walk away or
go right up to it and realize it is a Bigfoot.
Bigfoot are keepers
and trackers of time here on this earth. They are waiting for man to finish
his time here. Then they will resume the keeping of the earth. They will
begin again and help it to heal and overcome what damages we humans have
They do not hold anger against us for doing the things that
we have done to this planet. They just understand that it is our nature
to do the things that we do. When their time comes they will again help
the earth and humans and animals to balance and accept each other. For now
they are here, watching and waiting.
Editor: Could you tell a little
more about your background?
Khat Hansen: I am a trained archeologist
that worked in South and Central America for over 20 years. My field of
expertise is Pre-Columbian Civilizations.
Editor: I understand that
your first Bigfoot encounter was in Oregon, by the way?
Yes, this is where I first met Ki'ho'sa. When I was 5 years old we were
deer hunting and the adults had left me in camp by myself. This was a different
time back then when children were safe and able to be left alone. I was
playing around the camp area with my Barbie dolls (I had brought two with
me) when I heard a crying sound. I listened and kept hearing it. I thought
another child was left alone in their camp and was lonely. I looked for
the sound and found it a ways into the forest. I came up to a fallen cedar
tree and there sitting on the ground next to it was a hairy child about
as tall as myself. It was crying and rocking back and forth. I just thought
it was an ugly child. Maybe it lived in the woods and that is why it was
so dirty? Anyway when it realized I was there it stopped crying and just
stared at me. I sat down across from it and took my Barbie dolls out of
my overall pockets and began to play with them while talking to the hairy
child. I was asking it all sorts of questions and it finally got up and
walked over to me. I offered it a Barbie and it chose the blonde one and
we sat there looking at them and playing with them. Awhile later the hairy
child stood up and began to whine and kind of bounce up and down and seemed
to be really excited about something. As I stood up all of sudden there
was this great big WHUMP! and there landed right in front of me the biggest,
hairiest, ugliest thing I had ever seen. It was a male Bigfoot and it was
growling this bone jarring growl and grabbing the hairy kid. I kind of screamed
and peed my pants and backed away all at the same time. He pushed the hairy
child back away from me and put himself between us and just looked at me.
I started to scream really loud and turned and ran back to the camp. I hid
in the tent the whole time until the adults came back. I told my dad what
had happened and he went with me to see the area and the Bigfoot. All he
found were tracks. I was very upset because the hairy child had taken my
blonde Barbie doll when it left and my dad refused to buy me another one
because they were 5.00 dollars.
After camping for two more days we
went home which was about 60 miles away. After being home for two days I
went down into the canyon below our home to play in my fort and found the
Barbie doll sitting on the floor of it. As I was sitting there Ki'ho'sa
came out from behind a tree and sent me the thought 'grateful' for taking
care of his little one.
I was terrified of him, but he did not come
close. He only sent me quiet feelings. I found out later it was a boy Bigfoot.
The following is from an anonymous post on the
Bigfoot Evidence :
This is the first time I have shared this story
to anyone but my close friends and wanted to do it here.
up on a large ranch in a very rural area. My father was a very successful-we
had money- his true passion was the outdoors and he wanted to pass this
love onto me.
The area was beautiful but also incredibly wild. I
learned to use a gun at a young age because I may need to use it if all
other precautions fail. It was like teaching a child to call 911. Only in
We moved in when I was two and by age four or five I
considered Sasquatch a part of life and no different than racoons. They
are around but meant and did not mean any harm.
I would see one most
often when looking out my bedroom window from age 5 on. My mother loved
my father and dealt with the area because of that she hated the area and
grew up in the city she had one option to avoid boredom that being learning
to garden. I remember watching as one would come to the garden and take
her crops. She was funny because she did not care and the idea was to pass
time not harvest the crops.
I enjoyed fishing and from 8 on would
fish from 3 6 or 7 at night depending on the time of year. I also looked
for indian relics i still have. I had a small area where I found arrow heads.
I say small because it bordered a ridge that I just never crossed and neither
did my dad. He told me- look at all thats in front of us if we go there
we will miss something here. From 10 years old on I could tell something
was watching me fish. I think before that I just thought it was my mom.
I knew it was not a bear because they wont watch they will either become
aggressive, run away, or go about their business knowing you are there.
We also had a caretaker my father hired just to keep tabs on bear and mountain
lion. (lion were very rare back then i saw one in my life and that was his
tail and hind legs taking off, they stayed in the high elevations and were
never an issue) He lived in the guest house and his job was literally to
just hike and drive a 4 x 4 looking for animal signs. I was not afraid as
if they wanted to harm me they could have long ago. I never released what
I caught and would throw fish toward the woods or leave the pile on a large
rock near my favorite spot. They did get used to my gifts and I did start
to feel like I had to bring something everytime I fished- often it was some
garlic or corn on the cob.
I went away to college and the time at school
before my first trip home was the longest I spent away from the ranch. It
was October and I missed fishing so that is what I wanted to do first. I
grabbed a few ears of corn and canned peaches and left them on the rock.
I caught three fish and left them all in the general area. I did the same
thing the next day and on the third day something I will never forget happened.
I was fishing lower down the river by a small inlet.
appeared and just kept looking at me. There was also one up to my left and
I became scared and wondered if I crossed some line I should not have. I
did not know what to do but eventually it became clear they wanted something.
I was scared out of my mind finally they moved and I felt I had to leave.
As I did they started to move making me follow a certain path home. It was
on this path where the amazing thing happened.
I was very scared
as I thought they were all around me and my mind was thinking-they want
me out of here they never did this before- could a Grizzly or wolf be stalking
me and this is their way of saying go. As I came around one bend there was
a very old Sasquatch that appeared to be waiting. I was very scared and
it garbled friend who speak white man and tried to smile. It motioned me
to an area where there were three arrow heads and a spear head. This put
me at ease and he slowly approached only after he knew I calmed down. He
patted me gently on the shoulder. I sat down at this point and he showed
me a very large wound on his leg that healed. He said in a very drawn out
way that my gifts of food helped when he was injured and he was unable to
easily get food on his own and I never bothered them or tried to disrupt
the peace of the area. He also told me that his people were of an ancient
race- he could speak some of our language because he heard it so much over
the years. He was the kind who would follow and listen to men as he was
interested in their ways after stories of trading with man were told to
him many years ago. He can make sound in this way but not many others because
now all learn they must only make sound like the animals around them. He
said that his people live with nature and believe in "not fighting
or harming other life" and that because of their size ancient people
in the past wanted to control them and use them to fight other people over
the land. I could not understand another portion where he talked about them
fearing man and they were controlled by man's ability to control fire. He
said when I left he was worried something happened to me but now he knew
I started "my travels" to learn about the rest of the world. He
then said he and his people now must leave this area. A town was growing
in an area where for years there had only been our ranch. They had to hide
far too often now because of more people and this did not allow them enough
time to secure food. He said they could taste in the water the area could
no longer be shared.
I asked him his name and he said "Tumack".
His eyes were what I remember as they were very kind and light gray- I dont
speak this way but the only description I can use is of "an old soul".
They were almost hypnotic and this was the only time I felt anything but
peace as he explained to me this comes from my sensing he knows much of
the natural world and while man desires this knowledge he can't comprehend
it and this leads to a clouded mind. This did not disturb me- what did was
the fact he said this was important. Not all like him are of a peaceful
nature those with "red eyes" he said "those with eyes like
blood" are not peaceful and man must be very wary. They will remain
in the deep wild parts of areas while those like him populate an area but
with them gone these others would soon enter the area and not want peace
with others. He said his people were smarter than those he described and
because of that they feared them and did not bother them. He said to now
be wary of the woods as I while I might think nothing has changed, the others
would not consider me a friend as this is not their way. I asked where they
would go and he said to a place with much water as this allows them to know
when anyone comes to the area with enough warning so as to hide.
This seemed like 10 minutes but when I looked up is was almost dusk. He
sensed this as well and said the mind takes much longer to understand the
old world and this is why time seems to disappear- the mind is so overwhelmed
and preoccupied to notice other things on a subconscious level. I asked
him if I could offer anything more and he pointed to the fishing line in
my tackle case and the other pieces of string and twine that were a part
of my pack. I offered the whole pack and he seemed very greatful. I also
offered my swiss army knife which was declined because he said it was too
small for them to make use of. I then offered my belt knife and he was at
first very leary of taking it believing it was too important and something
I would need for protection when in these woods. I told him this was not
true as i had many and he accepted it.
He thanked me and left saying
we were brothers always bound by our love for nature and maintaining its
The following summer my recently retired father said
he needed to speak with me. Our chicken coup was ransacked and my mom did
not care what did it. She said she had enough of the ranch and could accept
it while it was what is was supposed to be and what he wanted. A haven in
the wilderness, an oasis for her to avoid it and my fathers way of having
the wild at his finger tips. Now it was the biggest house in a rural boring
area becoming dominated by new developments and culdesacks. She was not
going to deal with the construction of a new Walmart pushing displaced bears
and cougar toward the house. She indulged me on Sasquatch but never embraced
the idea openly in front of us.
She wanted him to sell and it was
not what he wanted anymore. He wanted my blessing to sell my childhood home.
I gave it as it allowed them to go the beach house and log cabin route making
The ranch where I grew up is still there. A condition of
the sale was our caretaker get the guest house and a piece of land and the
right to guide hunting trips through the area which has been set aside and
will be preserved. We still talk and he says they are all pretty much gone.
He said you get a glimpse of one and then could sit in the same spot for
a year and not get another. They are not in the area for a reason and when
they are it is for a reason and they get in and out quick. He and i did
not dwell on it when i was young because he told me we know all we need
to know about them- they mean no harm. He stressed teaching looking for
signs of dangerous animals, if they may be injured and avoiding snakes.
The are still sightings in the area but only every few months.