Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A Small Voice Calls Out

On Monday, September 7, 2009, I posted an article called 'Rasa, The Old Man'. In it I mentioned that on The 'Bigfoot Sounds' CD put out by Ron Morehead and Alan Berry, I had detected a conversation in the background that seemed to be of a childlike voice calling out what appeared to be a name, to which a male adult voice responded, which I took to be "The Old Man" which was the leader of the Bigfoot clan. The name or word sounded to me like 'Rasa'.

I had a different computer and operating system at that time (Windows XP) and was able to get a copy directly from the audio stream, which I amplified and denoised slightly. Unfortunately, I had computer problems and subsequently lost this clear copy. My current computer will not allow recording directly from the stream so I have recorded it from my speakers which gives it a lower sound resolution.

There are people who claim to have inside knowledge of Bigfoot language. I don't know whether they do or not. I don't claim that I know any Bigfoot language, all I know is what I heard.

William Mayes

Friday, June 3, 2011

Courage and Bigfoot DNA

As I have hinted at before, I don't believe in anonymity. If you don't have the courage of your convictions, why should anyone believe you?

I usually don't publish first-hand reports of bigfoot encounters because this blog is not trying to prove the existence of Sasquatch. There is enough evidence already for anyone with any discernment to realize that these creatures (people) exist. I don't have time or resources to verify any sighting reports. But I will post one or two unverified reports from time to time if I feel like it. All I ask is that the reporter supply his name and email address. In this case, I let the reader decide on its veracity.
There is a lot of hogwash extant among the bigfooters. I won't even go into the subject of "paranormal phenomena" which I think is bunk. Things like saggital crests, and metatarsal breaks are theoretical artifacts of  people who are trying to push the Ape Model of bigfoot. There is no real evidence for them. I believe that Bigfoot (or whatever you want to call them) are human. By human, I mean they belong to the same genus (Homo) that we do. They are not necesarily of the same species, but they might be.
There are people who are studying Bigfoot dna and have come up with some surprising (to some) conclusions.
William Mayes

Sighting Report #1

I've just received an email from a fellow who says he had two sightings in Texas. He has sent me the first incident which involves a sasquatch drinking from a spring. I have not received the second incident yet. He has said he does not wish to remain anonymous.

Here is his report:


#Date: March 18, 1999

Time: 5:30 pm.

Weather: Mostly clear, with some clouds, slight breeze.

Location: Texas, NW of San Antonio

I was in a Christian rehabilitation program in Texas, North West of San Antonio. I and several other candidates were selected to attend this six month "rehabilitation” program for business men and women who suffered “burn outs”. I arrived from Guam in January 9th of ‘99 (originally from Hawaii) as others arrived from other locations in the continental U.S.s  We drove about two hours North of San Antonio . We then turned onto a dirt road (already in the boonies). We drove through ten or eleven ranches (opening it’s gates) to get to this ranch we were going to spend the next six months.

I’ve never seen so much land that stretch till the eye could see. As we were getting close to the Ranch we were designated too, there were elks, dears, other animals I was not familiar with such as armadillo’s and skunks. The ranch we were on was about 40 acres, with a historical sight regarding a "pony express" station. This is where I had my first experience with what I now know was "Bigfoot".

Immediately I now realize why it was suggested that I come here to start my healing. I had lost a close friend (my fiancĂ©e) in a plane crash in 1997 on the island of Guam. I was in sales and couldn’t afford to let the incident get to me, so I worked almost an average of eighteen hours a day. Then a typhoon hit the island not less than three months after and things got worse. Finally in the middle of November, I had a nervous breakdown and began a process of healing.

 It wasn‘t difficult for me to adjust as the place was nothing I‘ve ever experience before. The night skies were beautiful as there were no lights or sound at all, but the tones coming from my guitar. Even then, I would have emotional episodes as I realize that I was now going through the process of grieving and letting go. I wasn’t aware of how deep I had stuffed my feelings and emotions of my friend passing on. I never dropped a tear until I got to the ranch.

We had our groups and bible classes during the week and Saturdays were duties and chores as we worked on the “pear orchid” and other task that was needed on the ranch. But Sunday’s was a “free” day. We could sleep in, and do nothing. But I took long walks daily and took in as much nature as I could. I would stop and sit down and look around and be amazed and also understood why the staff and the owners had all of us agree to a “disclosure” of not telling or taking anything that we found on this ranch. Journaling was mandatory as it served as a “barometer” regarding our healing and growth. The founder, pastor, and head  administrator  just happened to be my counselor also. The first three weeks were very difficult, as I would be somewhere in the woods and do my journaling. The process allowed me to begin a healing process which led to many emotional moments. I believe there was not a day that had gone by that these events occurred regularly.

 My walks averaged about five miles a day and ten on Sundays.

 My first encounter occurred at one of my favorite spots and was also a historical site. It was one of the transfer stations regarding the “pony express” era. There were remnants of its sheds and lots of artifacts such as a silver coins  , bullets, etc. The most significant of all was the water hole. An underground spring created a pool that supplied clean drinking water. I would “skinny dip” at times as the days began to get warmer. It was located a mile past the cabins as the main facility was a half mile the opposite direction.

It was Monday (February 22, 1999) and the time was close to 5:30 pm with scarce clouds and no breeze at all. After walking about twenty minutes, I decided it was best to head back to the cabins. There was a slight slope that led up to the waterhole as the foliage was much thicker then where I first started at. As I then reached my original site, I froze in my pants as I thought it was a bear crouching down and drinking water with its paw’s. It’s back facing me as it drew water from the pool and raised it to its mouth. I would guess that I was about twenty five to thirty feet apart from it. I’m not familiar with wildlife on the ‘bigger” U.S, but I don’t think bears have hands and they usually stick its nose or whole face and use its tongue. I stood there just not moving as thinking to attempt to move quietly behind the remnants of the shed which had some of its chimney left.

It kept drinking until the horn from our jeep sounded (this was a signal for everyone to start heading back to the camp). The honk got its attention as it turned its head to the direction of the noise. I then had a view of its heads profile. Flat faced, strong protruding forehead with its eye’s set under it. Cone shaped head and its nose was wide and flat but not like a gorilla’s. Its lips were large as I did notice that it really looked like a human in many ways. Its hands were huge with its palm lighter than its fur which averaged about three to four inches in length. Its fingernails were nasty, as well as its toes that accompanied its very large feet. It was then, I realized what could be as my mind still couldn’t accept the fact that it was real. When I moved towards the shed, it moved its head and looked at me straight in the eye. I now realize that it probably knew I was there but drinking getting a drink of water was his priority. My emotions went from “hyper-drive” to “Warp 10” in an instant. I really don’t know how long it stared at me, but my feet couldn’t move at all. I was scared, very scared.  It then got up as I realized that there are two things that will happen. He’ll have me for dinner or simply kill for the sport, or somehow we could have a decent understanding and I’ll just go away. But I’ve been much more frightened then this once as a fifteen foot tiger shark was circling our diving group back in Hawaii.  At least I had a chance to run. But looking at its height and how big it’s total size overall was, I would get the first ten feet, and it would simply engulf me. It was about almost a minute and a half or two. Still looking at me directly as it seemed to have observed me. I recall hearing sounds from where I had just walked from, like a wood was being used against another. It smelled very badly. Like a dead animal. Its fur was not true black but off centered with a reddish color tint to it. Mostly behind its head down it’s back. It turned its head toward the wood knocking and then looked at me for another thirty seconds. It dropped its shoulder, and its gaze was very different from its first. I could feel that it was not going to harm me and everything is going to be alright. Then it turned its head back in the direction of the knocking and proceeded to walk. It turned once more to look at me (it must have been about fifty or sixty feet away) and simply disappeared in an instant.

All of this lasted within a seven to eight minutes but it seemed like it was longer then that. I did a fast walk or rather run in the opposite direction still feeling how much your body goes into a “fright or fight” mode with my adrenaline pumping rapidly in my system. When I got back to the camp, I was quiet and didn’t realize that I was still in a shock like state of mind. I did journal this event, but not the second encounter realizing that the staff behaved differently after that. I was also disappointed with Wallace as it was understood that everything was confidential and kept only between staff and client. The second encounter occurred about two weeks later.

Walter Hendriques

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I've lived in the woods and came to know and understand the creatures that inhabit it. I have compassion for all God's creatures, most especially the creature known whimsically as "bigfoot", since he is more like us than any other. I am now an old man and unable to run around in the woods. If I were able I would be out there right now trying to prove his existence. I started this blog to try to express some of the ideas and speculations I have had on bigfoot. I am not into bigfoot social events. I don't gossip about other bloggers. I try to keep myself informed of events. My ideas and opinions are my own and I make no apology for them. They are not written in stone and I welcome any and all civil comments. I am looking for the truth, not fame.