Post by keninga on Dec 17, 2020 20:28:30 GMT
This is a short story told to me by a long time friend when we reconnected a few years ago.
John and I got to be friends at work then discovered we had an interest in Bigfoot. Now John is a mostly full blooded Cherokee. I say mostly because this was before we had DNA testing and you never know what all is in the family tree, or woodpile. His ancestors were originally from North Carolina and back under the Jackson Administration were given a free trip to Oklahoma via the “Trail of Tears”. Well John, managed to get him a college degree in electrical engineering and discovered that reservation life sucked really bad. So when an opportunity to move closer to his more ancestral home in North Carolina came, he took it. When he first arrived back in NC he said to himself, “I can see why they wanted us out, compared to Oklahoma this is paradise.”
So John and I are catching up on what we been doing and how things have gone for us in life and he tells me he’d heard about what happened to me the ex-wife and the kids. He also told me I didn’t deserve to have such a thing happen but he was sure someone had done some evil magic on me. Now, please understand, John is a modern sort of fellow, but deep down inside he still holds many beliefs of the Native Americans and he reminded me that on three occasion he knew of I’d exposed people who were doing terrible things in the name of the company. He was very serious when he told me, “Words, thoughts, feelings and strong emotions carry great power in Native American beliefs.” Then he said, “Two people went to jail, and I know one of them was a person who dealt with spirits and I wouldn’t have put it past him to put a spell on you.” Now John knows I’m not superstitious and I have never put any stock in spells and incantations other such things, but I respected his beliefs much as I would anyone else’s or at least try to respect it.
On a side note, my witch friend Robin, when she and I first met via a party of a mutual friend said she noticed that I did have some odd energy around me and she did some cleansing rituals and got my energy straight again. So John might have been right.
When I was young I didn’t follow such things, but life has taught me to take certain precautions. Once a year, I will burn sage in my house to purge negative energy and place essential oils on the doors to ward off negative or dark energy.
Robin told me that I wind up in too many places where there is a lot of strange energies and it winds up getting tangled up in my own, so just like taking a shower to clean dirt and oils for your body, so too, we need to cleanse the energy things that we’ve gotten tagged with in our travels.
So John says he needs a bit of my hair and something personal like a trinket or a bit of clothing and I know he’s going to have a friend who’s a medicine man remove the “spell” for me. And I told him I appreciated, but since I didn’t believe in such things it might be a waste of time. He said, “Oh you don’t have to believe, the spirits do what they do regardless of what you believe.” I hadn’t really thought about it quite like that before, so I gave him what he asked for, you never know.
So then he asked if I was still doing my Bigfoot hunting and I told him I did and how I thought I was very close a couple of time and told him the stories. Naturally, we managed to down a number of alcoholic beverages during this time, which there is nothing wrong with we didn’t get rip-snorting drunk but we both had a nice glow to us. Then I told how frustrating it was when I’d read about how some people on the internet seemed to have so many encounters with Bigfoot that it seemed they were tripping over them left and right. He laughed and he said he’d read many of the same accounts and watched them on YouTube. And I told him I was frustrated in that I’d never seen one, and he said, “The reason you don’t see them is they are not spirits as many of my people believe, they are real creatures, but they are very smart and have learned many things about humans that makes then hard to find. For instance, when you go out you are armed with a shotgun and a pistol, making you very well armed and they recognize guns. They can’t tell you how it works or anything about it, but they know that people who have them can make them dead, and they avoid you. They would only confront you if you were to stumble upon one, most likely a juvenile, and shoot it. Then the whole family would descend on you and they would kill you, rip you apart and very likely eat you. Assuming you were ever found at all, you would be listed as being the victim of an animal attack, even in areas where there aren’t any large predators.”
He reminded me that we talked about what might happen because he’d come to believe they were in family units and those units very often formed “tribes” like the Indian did, “pods” as they have come to be known as now. “Remember Ken, they band together for the safety of numbers. Just like the Cherokee have done.”
He made sense but John and I have talked at length about this and how I felt it was important to bring them into the light so that people will know they are real and will be smart enough to leave them alone. I do enjoy being out in nature and looking for Bigfoot is something I sort of adopted due to the experiences of a couple friends of mine.
John told me he believed that I might well get the chance to take one but he felt I was taking a terrible chance on getting killed by doing it. He said that Bigfoot was much like the Native Americans in that they respected other tribes borders for the most part but if someone went too far then it was an act of war and they would bring all their strength to bear on you. Then he said, “You go out alone too much, you should cultivate friends to go with you, at least that way you can shoot in different directions to defend yourselves.” Then he said, “I told you the story of the man we think shot a Bigfoot and he was killed and he had a very powerful Weatherby Mark V rifle with him? I’ll tell the short version of that story now, suffice it to say that, it’s believed that what happened was this man was sighting in a rifle in Arkansas, and they believe he took a shot and hit a Bigfoot that came up on him shooting and either growled at him or made some sort or territorial stance. He then shot it for whatever reason then went to see the body up close. Where upon he was himself attacked by a number of Bigfoots who according to accounts said they crushed him backwards, into a sort of ball with his head twisted around backwards and his body was stuffed back into his truck, wedged between the seat and steering wheel. A pretty gruesome sight by all accounts and the cause of death “Homicide via an attack of undetermined nature", I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of that as an actual Cause of Death, but then different states do things their own way. The reason he knew about it was one of the deputies who worked the scene was a Cherokee friend of his.
He and his friends had reconstructed what happened from all the sign in the area, of course the man's death was pretty obviously done by something with great strength, wasn't any self inflicted stuff there, they found some footprints but they didn't find the body of the Bigfoot.
It's not mine, but it is a cool story.
John and I got to be friends at work then discovered we had an interest in Bigfoot. Now John is a mostly full blooded Cherokee. I say mostly because this was before we had DNA testing and you never know what all is in the family tree, or woodpile. His ancestors were originally from North Carolina and back under the Jackson Administration were given a free trip to Oklahoma via the “Trail of Tears”. Well John, managed to get him a college degree in electrical engineering and discovered that reservation life sucked really bad. So when an opportunity to move closer to his more ancestral home in North Carolina came, he took it. When he first arrived back in NC he said to himself, “I can see why they wanted us out, compared to Oklahoma this is paradise.”
So John and I are catching up on what we been doing and how things have gone for us in life and he tells me he’d heard about what happened to me the ex-wife and the kids. He also told me I didn’t deserve to have such a thing happen but he was sure someone had done some evil magic on me. Now, please understand, John is a modern sort of fellow, but deep down inside he still holds many beliefs of the Native Americans and he reminded me that on three occasion he knew of I’d exposed people who were doing terrible things in the name of the company. He was very serious when he told me, “Words, thoughts, feelings and strong emotions carry great power in Native American beliefs.” Then he said, “Two people went to jail, and I know one of them was a person who dealt with spirits and I wouldn’t have put it past him to put a spell on you.” Now John knows I’m not superstitious and I have never put any stock in spells and incantations other such things, but I respected his beliefs much as I would anyone else’s or at least try to respect it.
On a side note, my witch friend Robin, when she and I first met via a party of a mutual friend said she noticed that I did have some odd energy around me and she did some cleansing rituals and got my energy straight again. So John might have been right.
When I was young I didn’t follow such things, but life has taught me to take certain precautions. Once a year, I will burn sage in my house to purge negative energy and place essential oils on the doors to ward off negative or dark energy.
Robin told me that I wind up in too many places where there is a lot of strange energies and it winds up getting tangled up in my own, so just like taking a shower to clean dirt and oils for your body, so too, we need to cleanse the energy things that we’ve gotten tagged with in our travels.
So John says he needs a bit of my hair and something personal like a trinket or a bit of clothing and I know he’s going to have a friend who’s a medicine man remove the “spell” for me. And I told him I appreciated, but since I didn’t believe in such things it might be a waste of time. He said, “Oh you don’t have to believe, the spirits do what they do regardless of what you believe.” I hadn’t really thought about it quite like that before, so I gave him what he asked for, you never know.
So then he asked if I was still doing my Bigfoot hunting and I told him I did and how I thought I was very close a couple of time and told him the stories. Naturally, we managed to down a number of alcoholic beverages during this time, which there is nothing wrong with we didn’t get rip-snorting drunk but we both had a nice glow to us. Then I told how frustrating it was when I’d read about how some people on the internet seemed to have so many encounters with Bigfoot that it seemed they were tripping over them left and right. He laughed and he said he’d read many of the same accounts and watched them on YouTube. And I told him I was frustrated in that I’d never seen one, and he said, “The reason you don’t see them is they are not spirits as many of my people believe, they are real creatures, but they are very smart and have learned many things about humans that makes then hard to find. For instance, when you go out you are armed with a shotgun and a pistol, making you very well armed and they recognize guns. They can’t tell you how it works or anything about it, but they know that people who have them can make them dead, and they avoid you. They would only confront you if you were to stumble upon one, most likely a juvenile, and shoot it. Then the whole family would descend on you and they would kill you, rip you apart and very likely eat you. Assuming you were ever found at all, you would be listed as being the victim of an animal attack, even in areas where there aren’t any large predators.”
He reminded me that we talked about what might happen because he’d come to believe they were in family units and those units very often formed “tribes” like the Indian did, “pods” as they have come to be known as now. “Remember Ken, they band together for the safety of numbers. Just like the Cherokee have done.”
He made sense but John and I have talked at length about this and how I felt it was important to bring them into the light so that people will know they are real and will be smart enough to leave them alone. I do enjoy being out in nature and looking for Bigfoot is something I sort of adopted due to the experiences of a couple friends of mine.
John told me he believed that I might well get the chance to take one but he felt I was taking a terrible chance on getting killed by doing it. He said that Bigfoot was much like the Native Americans in that they respected other tribes borders for the most part but if someone went too far then it was an act of war and they would bring all their strength to bear on you. Then he said, “You go out alone too much, you should cultivate friends to go with you, at least that way you can shoot in different directions to defend yourselves.” Then he said, “I told you the story of the man we think shot a Bigfoot and he was killed and he had a very powerful Weatherby Mark V rifle with him? I’ll tell the short version of that story now, suffice it to say that, it’s believed that what happened was this man was sighting in a rifle in Arkansas, and they believe he took a shot and hit a Bigfoot that came up on him shooting and either growled at him or made some sort or territorial stance. He then shot it for whatever reason then went to see the body up close. Where upon he was himself attacked by a number of Bigfoots who according to accounts said they crushed him backwards, into a sort of ball with his head twisted around backwards and his body was stuffed back into his truck, wedged between the seat and steering wheel. A pretty gruesome sight by all accounts and the cause of death “Homicide via an attack of undetermined nature", I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of that as an actual Cause of Death, but then different states do things their own way. The reason he knew about it was one of the deputies who worked the scene was a Cherokee friend of his.
He and his friends had reconstructed what happened from all the sign in the area, of course the man's death was pretty obviously done by something with great strength, wasn't any self inflicted stuff there, they found some footprints but they didn't find the body of the Bigfoot.
It's not mine, but it is a cool story.
