Saturday, March 27, 2021
Russian Hopping Bigfoot - Dropping Down On All Fours (ThinkerThunker) - Texas Bigfoot walks upright then goes to all fours - How does a Bigfoot run on all fours Quadrupedal run analysis
Related:
Strange Russian Bigfoot Creature Caught on Video | Very Bizarre Footage | MBM 90
Remote village where people walk on all fours | 60 Minutes Australia
Fastest man on all fours - Guinness World Record
Girl running like a Dog / The Human Dog Run / Девушка-собака / Doggirl /
Sunday, March 21, 2021
INTO THE FRAY, 2021-02-11: ITF 278: THE PEACE OFFICERS AND THE CRYPTIDS OF FLINT RIVER
The Flint River area of Georgia seems to be a very active area when it comes to Cryptids. Two of my previous guests from that area join me in this edition. Chuck from iTF episode 194, and James P. Akin from 275.
Saturday, March 20, 2021
Sunday, March 14, 2021
Saturday, March 13, 2021
Monday, March 8, 2021
Sunday, March 7, 2021
Tulpas,The Rake,Grinning Man,Top Hat Man - Faceless Creature Stalks Moose in Canadian Forest
Tulpas,The Rake,Grinning Man,Top Hat Man - Faceless Creature Stalks Moose in Canadian Forest
Saturday, March 6, 2021
Friday, March 5, 2021
Navajo Ranger Jonathan Dover (04-16-19) Skinwalkers, UFOs, Bigfoot & Paranormal Exploits
Navajo Ranger Jonathan Dover (04-16-19) Skinwalkers, UFOs, Bigfoot & Paranormal Exploits
Thursday, March 4, 2021
Wednesday, March 3, 2021
Tuesday, March 2, 2021
Bigfoot Family (2020) Is Pure Propaganda - Bigfoot Family-Movie Review
If you have to say it planted a seed or two, but it wasn't propaganda, then biatch that's propaganda! Also, Bigfoot is a human scientist who turns himself into a Sasquatch?! Biatch please!
Plus...
"The story is lifeless and there's nothing going on." My review of "Bigfoot Family," is up now.
Hard pass!
The Legendary Kelpie of Scotland - Scary Story Time // Something Scary | Snarled - The Kelpies - Mythical Creatures Bestiary
The Legendary Kelpie of Scotland - Scary Story Time // Something Scary | Snarled - The Kelpies - Mythical Creatures Bestiary
Reviewing 'Abominable' Horror Available on VUDU
Monday, March 1, 2021
Is Bigfoot a Shapeshifter?
Hot on the trail of the elusive Big Foot
By Katharine Fletcher
HARRISON LAKE, B.C.–Nepal has the Yeti. Scotland has the Loch Ness Monster. North America has the Sasquatch.
Sightings of these legendary creatures provoke fierce debate. Are they hoaxes, figments of overactive imaginations, culturally based metaphorical symbols or are they real?
Hoping to find an answer, we're sitting in Sasquatch Tours' high-speed jet boat on Harrison Lake, a two-hour drive east of Vancouver. The four-hour tour teaches about Chehalis' culture, highlighting their belief in the elusive Sasquatch, and includes a trip down Harrison River to a group of rare pictograms.
We gaze at the snow-capped, forested mountains ringing the lake while Sasquatch Tours' owner-operator Willie Charlie welcomes us to his Chehalis homeland.
Accompanying himself on a drum, his song reverberates along the 60-kilometre-long lake. It's a blue-sky day, and the drumbeat, songs and mountain views transport us to the realm of magic and mystery.
Setting his drum aside, Charlie says, "Kla-how-èya! Welcome!
"Everything you see is sacred to us: the land, sky, earth and water. Just as sacred are our stories and legends. They connect us all to the beginning of time."
As we approach Stone Island, Charlie introduces us to two transformer stones. Chehalis people believe the rocks were once human beings who fell from grace.
"Sasquatch is a slalocum," Charlie explains. "These supernatural beings can shapeshift into anything. Sasquatch has the ability to walk the two realms, both the physical and spiritual.
"My people believe in Sasquatch. We do not require proof because we know he exists.
"Seeing one is considered a great gift. My brother Kelsey and a companion saw two in 2005: It was an adult and its little one. He watched the adult drinking from the creek and offering water to its young, using its hand."
Referring to their huge (up to 42-centimetre) tracks, Charlie says, "I've seen their footprints but I've never seen a Sasquatch. Because they can transform themselves into anything they want, they can never be caught."
Entering the mouth of the Harrison River, which joins the Fraser River, we near the pictogram site.
"The Transformer Era is over: we lost our ability to shapeshift because of personal greed," says Charlie. "We call this slowah – a lack of respect for the land and people."
With a sweep of his arm, he adds, "Mother Earth is in trauma. If we are to restore a balance, we all need to come together at the same table. Each race of people is different: we all have a gift to share."
Bald eagles soar above us. One plunges into the river, emerging with a salmon. Another suddenly dive-bombs it, making it drop its prey. The aggressor snatches the booty, mid-air, and flaps away. Screaming indignation, the first eagle resumes its search for lunch.
"You should return in salmon spawning season," says Charlie. "Hundreds of eagles congregate to feast here in November. Sasquatch migrate, too, you know. My grandfather said they come from the Oregon coast and travel to the interior – so, we're on the Sasquatch trail."
Berthing the boat on a sandbar, we walk to a rock rising from the earth like a frozen wave, whose crest shelters many red-ochre pictograms.
"This is the largest concentration of paintings we know of," explains Charlie. "Pictograms are the way my people documented things. We are a water-based people so these sites resemble ancient billboards."
We notice several nautilus-shaped spirals.
"This is my people's timeline signifying the interconnectedness of all beings and transformation. We transform ourselves into the spirit world during our ceremonies."
I stand transfixed. There, ahead of me, is a Sasquatch. Clearly delineated as an upright being, the red-smeared stick image depicts the shapeshifter I've been seeking, walking on its two legs, like a human being.
Charlie smiles, nods, but then points to a scar where vandals recently carved a pictogram from the rock.
"This place is sacred, but some individuals don't respect this. That's why my family started Sasquatch Tours, to teach others to protect the land before we lose it all."
By Katharine Fletcher
HARRISON LAKE, B.C.–Nepal has the Yeti. Scotland has the Loch Ness Monster. North America has the Sasquatch.
Sightings of these legendary creatures provoke fierce debate. Are they hoaxes, figments of overactive imaginations, culturally based metaphorical symbols or are they real?
Hoping to find an answer, we're sitting in Sasquatch Tours' high-speed jet boat on Harrison Lake, a two-hour drive east of Vancouver. The four-hour tour teaches about Chehalis' culture, highlighting their belief in the elusive Sasquatch, and includes a trip down Harrison River to a group of rare pictograms.
We gaze at the snow-capped, forested mountains ringing the lake while Sasquatch Tours' owner-operator Willie Charlie welcomes us to his Chehalis homeland.
Accompanying himself on a drum, his song reverberates along the 60-kilometre-long lake. It's a blue-sky day, and the drumbeat, songs and mountain views transport us to the realm of magic and mystery.
Setting his drum aside, Charlie says, "Kla-how-èya! Welcome!
"Everything you see is sacred to us: the land, sky, earth and water. Just as sacred are our stories and legends. They connect us all to the beginning of time."
As we approach Stone Island, Charlie introduces us to two transformer stones. Chehalis people believe the rocks were once human beings who fell from grace.
"Sasquatch is a slalocum," Charlie explains. "These supernatural beings can shapeshift into anything. Sasquatch has the ability to walk the two realms, both the physical and spiritual.
"My people believe in Sasquatch. We do not require proof because we know he exists.
"Seeing one is considered a great gift. My brother Kelsey and a companion saw two in 2005: It was an adult and its little one. He watched the adult drinking from the creek and offering water to its young, using its hand."
Referring to their huge (up to 42-centimetre) tracks, Charlie says, "I've seen their footprints but I've never seen a Sasquatch. Because they can transform themselves into anything they want, they can never be caught."
Entering the mouth of the Harrison River, which joins the Fraser River, we near the pictogram site.
"The Transformer Era is over: we lost our ability to shapeshift because of personal greed," says Charlie. "We call this slowah – a lack of respect for the land and people."
With a sweep of his arm, he adds, "Mother Earth is in trauma. If we are to restore a balance, we all need to come together at the same table. Each race of people is different: we all have a gift to share."
Bald eagles soar above us. One plunges into the river, emerging with a salmon. Another suddenly dive-bombs it, making it drop its prey. The aggressor snatches the booty, mid-air, and flaps away. Screaming indignation, the first eagle resumes its search for lunch.
"You should return in salmon spawning season," says Charlie. "Hundreds of eagles congregate to feast here in November. Sasquatch migrate, too, you know. My grandfather said they come from the Oregon coast and travel to the interior – so, we're on the Sasquatch trail."
Berthing the boat on a sandbar, we walk to a rock rising from the earth like a frozen wave, whose crest shelters many red-ochre pictograms.
"This is the largest concentration of paintings we know of," explains Charlie. "Pictograms are the way my people documented things. We are a water-based people so these sites resemble ancient billboards."
We notice several nautilus-shaped spirals.
"This is my people's timeline signifying the interconnectedness of all beings and transformation. We transform ourselves into the spirit world during our ceremonies."
I stand transfixed. There, ahead of me, is a Sasquatch. Clearly delineated as an upright being, the red-smeared stick image depicts the shapeshifter I've been seeking, walking on its two legs, like a human being.
Charlie smiles, nods, but then points to a scar where vandals recently carved a pictogram from the rock.
"This place is sacred, but some individuals don't respect this. That's why my family started Sasquatch Tours, to teach others to protect the land before we lose it all."
Stories of Bigfoot wearing tattered cloths might be an indication! Think Incredible Hulk!
TRUCK ROCKING, DUMPSTER DIVING, CLOTHES WEARING BIGFOOT STORIES! The de facto Sasquatch
Weird Suffolk: The Rendlesham Shug Monkey
In the dark, dark wood, there’s a dark, dark secret: a fantastical beast that’s part giant dog, part muscular bear and part enormous ape – is Suffolk home to the curious Shug Monkey?
Better known in neighbouring Cambridgeshire, the Shug Monkey is a supernatural creature said to frequent not only that county, but also Rendlesham Forest, a magnet for the unusual (albeit more famously for alien visitors).
In the Sandlings, something strange is said to stalk the forest floor.
In 1956, Sam Holland was taking a bracing January walk in the Suffolk countryside with his spaniel dog Harry when he spotted something unusual in the trees around 40ft in front of him.
There, in a thicket of trees, was a beast that Holland had never seen before, a kind of bizarre British bigfoot, a vast creature walking on four muscular legs (“like a lion’s”) covered in thick, glossy black fur. Easily 10ft in length, Holland struggled to place what the beast could be.
Panicking, his brain raced through the options, wondering whether he had stumbled across an escapee from the zoo or a private estate with its own menagerie: and then the creature turned towards his direction and stared directly at him.
As ice-cold terror crept over Holland, he was powerless but to stare back at the creature in horror: as it watched him and his whimpering dog, he saw that it had a dreadful, frowning face, similar to a silver-back gorilla.
It possessed a thick neck, intelligent-looking, piercing eyes, wide and flared nostrils and terrifyingly huge jaws.
Man and beast stared at each other, one in abject terror, the other in what soon appeared to be utter nonchalance: after what seemed an eternity, the creature simply turned away and crept back into the dark forest.
When pushed, Holland said the beast had looked like a combination of an ape, a dog, a bear, a lion and a rhinoceros – he maintained his sighting had been genuine when questioned decades later, saying he believed the creature had been paranormal, rather than a natural wonder.
Seven years after Holland’s sighting, in the very same stretch of forest, a woman called Peggy Cushing saw an almost-identical sounding beast with one (fairly large) difference: as she stared at the beast in horror, it shimmered and then shifted its shape to become a winged gargoyle, taking flight into the darkness.
Jon Downes, director of the British-based Center for Fortean Zoology, has his own story about the creepy chimera from 1996: “An ex-girlfriend of mine – an East Anglian paranormal researcher – was in possession of some video-tape which showed the paw print of some huge animal like that of a cat or a dog, but far bigger and with strange flattened finger nails rather than claws,” he said.
“She thought that it was a print from an alien big cat of some description, but my immediate thought was of the semi-mystical Shug Monkey. When I later found that my friend and colleague, Jan Scarff, who was brought up in the vicinity of the air bases, also knew about the so-called Shug Monkey I became even more interested, and I have been collecting reports for some years.”
The Shug Monkey was first mentioned in print by local writer and broadcaster James Wentworth Day in his 1954 book, Here Are Ghosts and Witches.
A local Police Constable A. Taylor, who had heard the stories of the creature in his youth, described it to Wentworth Day as: “a cross between a big rough-coated dog and a monkey with big shining eyes. Sometimes it would shuffle along on its hind legs and at other times it would whiz past on all fours.”
The man also stated that after dark local children were warned to avoid the Shug Monkey’s favourite haunts, close to dark, dark forests.
The word ‘shug’ is believed to come from either the old English term ‘scucca’, which means demon, or a centuries-old local term, ‘shucky’, which means hairy or shaggy and is where East Anglia’s famous black dog takes its name. Are the pair related? Is the Shug Monkey, as some suggest, actually a werewolf? Or is it just one of Bigfoot’s stranger Uncles? Once again in Rendlesham Forest, the truth is out there.
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