Yowies / Bigfoot / Sasquatch

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In 1986 after having trained very rapidly and to some considerable proficiency in Tae Kwon do, I used to visit the mate I used to go to the club with at his family home 25kms away and we'd muck about training the whole time.

 

Emulation from magazines and movies was heaps of fun, diversifying our martial arts somewhat. Started to introduce a tiny bit of spiritual practice with our exploration of ninjutsu themes.

Mum came and picked me up, after one of my all day training and watching martial arts movies sessions.

She drove off, headlights on, as it was just past twilight. 

I was shifting into a detached spiritual state for the drive home, vaguely looking at dark forest off a ways, and day dreaming about running through the edge of the forest near the paddocks along with the car.

 

I sometimes did similar as a younger child on the bus to school,  a few times projecting and running along with the bus over fences and doing big leaps etc, until too close to physical and some saw upon return once, was asked how with looks, so I stopped doing it.

 

We were not even 200 metres along the highway when something unusual lay it’s attention upon the car from the dark woods. With what senses I had availed at that time, I “reached out” a basic scan, across paddocks and into edge of forest.

Detected a being's startled reaction to my slightly expansive glancing including his presence - which became indistinct and withdrawn but still watching me kinda.

I read something off him that he was steadying himself with support from others, or was warning or something, but he gave away that he was not alone.

 

Then without any hint of preamble, suddenly expanded my awareness to include all such individuals of that type if they were also in forest... I saw about 8 groups of 2 and 3 members spread out (each small group was average 70 feet apart from others) along the edge of the tree line, observing humans in their houses from a distance. Using some type of far-sight and quiet telepathic commune as they did.

Wild, secretive, mystical, deeply part of nature, but were sorta human.

They sensed my alarm at them, many very quickly became ethereal to my senses, I "pulled my head in” to fathom it.

 

A few seconds later, as we drove on, I felt approach of one of those beings in spirit ("astral projection").

I quickly "dumbed down" and looked innocuous, even gave off a durpy (though not unbelievably) thought of "Huh, guess it was nothing... maybe my imagination" - then moved onto surface projective thoughts of the radio and road in headlights as I tucked that memory away in a “folder”.

He left a moment or two into that, satisfied I hadn't sprung 'em or something, not sure what he thought.

 

It was about 2 kilometres down the road that I allowed the supressed experience from moments before to come back to my awareness, after checking I wasn’t being viewed.

I resolved to arrange it so I could stumble across them by being oblivious, a masked state so I could catch 'em out "accidentally" - lol.

It took a bit of timing with some arrangements made on the higher planes (I knew much more about them from that, but not accessible ‘til I get my finger out), of which I readily later lent myself to, when out of "The Forgetting" (a geas upon self for slave guise, parts of which would wear thin before being respun) would permit.

 

A week later on a lovely summer's day, my training buddy and I decided to enter the forest with our goal being the remote country rubbish dump near Yolla, Tasmania to use "forest blend" stealth to move around and see if we could do better at it.

The very area behind where I sensed those groups.

The Forest Blending I came up with at the time was just making your energy signature like that of a tree. You move with the wind, feel the branches, leaves, roots, and the sunlight being absorbed.

Then quietly come back to the sense of you being localised in a human body and let that presence of you be enjoyed, which is part of the forest symphony as human meditating

…but you hush your instrument’s “sound”.

We got fairly good at it stationary, but would slip out often when on the move by being silly teenage boys and saying either dumb or funny stuff, unless adequately focused.


As we walked down the road I laid out the plan for our training mission - lol
I suggested we use this sojourn as a whole training experience. Not just to apply our stealth mode when we got to our destination, but to approach from the first steps off the paddocks and into the forest as energetically "shrouded".

 

I had to keep my plans on stumbling over the Yowies as unknown to even me, so as not to alert the canny quarry with wayward "touches upon them".
I had placed such a distance between what I had gleaned and what I had let myself to know, that I didn’t even associate them with Bigfoot/Sasquatch or the Yowie tales after this encounter. I called them for years (only recounted it 6 times)  “Hairy Bush People” – lol, didn’t even realise how rude that sounded either! Until I gathered myself up at a few stages and let that out of a “framing” – kept the memory pigeon holed and isolated unto itself, so that when a few people did laugh I was perplexed.

We entered the forest with a melding from human domesticated land to nature (the area we entered had been flogged a bit but was recovered, connected with continuous bush into the Tarkine wilderness) …we both confirmed that distinct transition with a glance.

Breathing and moving gently with a quiet care not to unnecessarily step on twigs or brush past the scrub. So quiet as to not hear one's own breath or slow rolling "sticky" footfalls.

Our progress was very very slow and taking what seemed forever to enter the bush from grassy paddock.

 

We were some 75 feet into the forest proper, when we came across a fallen log spanning a small dry stream bed only 8 inches deep with a concentration of 5 foot high man ferns growing happily along its course.

The log was dotted with new long thin shoots rising well above our heads, across its surface.

 

As we were wending our way across it with no sounds made, myself in the fore, I could feel a very slight change in the vibrations my mate was emanating.

We had a very basic telepathic connect in "forest blend" headspace and rudimentary conveyance of intention or area of focus, I noticed the difference, even though he was still in stealth mode - it being as near silence by such.

I only very slightly bridged the gap between us telepathically, which was easy since we were good buddies, so that the most simple of thoughts sent could be heard …I didn't want it to extend into anything complex & conversational. Configured my reception of his projected thoughts to only be what we talked of as well – which kept the communication free from anything other than the most basic of things. Only really did that with him about 5 times so we didn’t develop it much …after the following freaky experience he stopped being interested in ninja stuff entirely.

 

Turning slowly, I saw that he stood roughly where I felt him stop ...yet was seemingly transfixed upon something at a ways up the stream bed through all the man ferns. 

Having now turned my body and returning closer to him tried to get his attention firstly through telepathic boop... nothing.

Then I whispered so quietly a couple of times that I wasn't sure he could hear.

I suspected it were a ruse to make me let my guard down so that he could launch an attack, as we oft did and then have fun sparring Iike crazy.

So I whacked a lil punch into his side, to which he nary responded - a blink with a slight exhale of breath.... still fully astonished by whatever held his gaze.

I didn't fully accept that he was actually seeing anything, so I asked him with stealthy whisper (a bit like “tiny man in my throat voice”), "What?"

I did so several times with increasing volume until at the level of a normal whisper, then when I’d finally reached him through his astonishment he let out a hushed and serious drawn out "Look!!" 

I was compelled by his intensity of bogglement and focus, so that I stole a glance in the bush but saw nought.
Then turned back and questioned him again, looking to where he now pointed and said "Look!" again, only slightly more urgent.

 

Seeing nothing and suspecting him still of pulling a ploy, I got fed up and asked at almost talking voice level "What? What are you looking at?" 

At this, his eyes opened wide with amazement and said louder (but not at my volume) and excitedly urged "There! Look!"

 

I still saw nothing.

Noticed that whatever he was seeing was moving by his outstretched arm and pointer finger starting to pan to his left.

I quickly put my head to his shoulder, looking down his arm and to where in the forest he was pointing.

Looked out into the bush for 1 second, focusing with allowance (key creative term, "allowing" yourself is giving yourself permission) to detect movement whilst still following the movement of his arm, before seeing the two Yowies.

 

I zeroed in with my sight & beheld two massive hairy humanoids running off to the edge of the bush from the middle of the same creek bed 90 foot up.

Saw them for over 2 and a half seconds very clearly, with my eyes attuned to the slight gloom of the woods, so that their features were undeniably evident.

At almost one second of beholding them, and as my mind started to reel with awareness of these incredible beings, the lead one was indisputably male (the other, in a likewise fashion, felt female, pretty sure I saw boobs) turned and looked at us.

As he did his eyes flashed with two pinpricks of a white light radiance.

It were a flaring up of his chi/spirit, with looking from higher levels at my overall beingness, whilst shifting into "overdrive".
(* will add example below as next post in thread: time at festival when elevated meditator was prying into my aura intrusively)

The male Yowie turned his head again to the direction in which they were running and they both simultaneously started to fade in a "lack of substance" fade out.

They were swiftly becoming insubstantial just before they got out of sight behind tree trunks and foliage. I didn’t see them fully go invisible.

 

Male well over 8 foot tall, female just under (been a bit unclear on height, legs not visible – not really looked into Yowies really, as a lot of things, will do soon. We need to know relevant info on these peeps).

The both of them, as hairy as the other. The 5 inch long hairs were very thick follicles and spaced apart enough to clearly see the brown skin underneath ...a bit like the hairs on a blow fly's bum.

The hairs on arms moved during swings, as if they were underwater… looked odd. Perhaps due to the thickness, was like bull kelp in ocean current.

Their arms were long, very large shoulder muscles and big strong hands curled as they ran.

No rear neck and skull shaping as with humans, a bit like gorillas, with large muscle mass.

Hairless face almost human, nose flat. Didn't see any bearding, or concentration of hair. Might’ve been downy hair I couldn’t see from that distance over body and on face, dunno.

 

As soon as they nipped off out of our vision, we both stood like rubbery post-gawk jaw droppers, looked at each other with dawning realisation

…and the subsequent actual feeling of my normal mundane brainset getting a lil twisty from the indisputable reality it had just witnessed:

 

two supposedly mythical creatures

just in the forest a stone's throw away

not a moment ago,

very physical,

very real.

(completing omitting the disappearing part to myself, in my frenetic pace)

 

I suggested "Let's go talk to them" - being quite fearless from all the martial arts and unconsciously running off my arranged "script" - at which my friend blanched.

 

Realised we couldn't hesitate, so exclaiming "C'mon! Quick, let's go!" Running & jumping off the log to our right, he did also to the left.

 

We covered the distance rapidly, seeing as we sprinted about all the time and were presently in that mood of primed prowess.

 

Keeping my eye on landmark branches and several trees we ran to the spot, exchanged a few excited words (not sure what they were).

We met in the middle of the gully where they had run from, it was a crossroads for animals with a number of well-worn small trails. Both scurried about looking for large heavy looking footprints, finding nothing big except for prints from 1 cow old and recent from distant paddocks.

 

Hurriedly asked of him, "So what did you see? After all you must have been looking at them for 30 plus seconds at least!"

"Well, they were standing here somewhere," he said, roughly indicating the area where I stood.

I glanced about, with another quick look for prints, to no avail. So pressed him for more "What were they doing?"

"They were bent over a bush” he supplied simply.

I furtively looked about and reaching out a hand to healthy large bush behind and to my left "What? This bush?"

"Yeah" he said, looking over the other vegetation in that spot "That one."

Being in "mortal mind" I looked at it as just a plant.

He then related in detail how the shorter of the two, whom we both agreed female, was gently fingertip touching and stroking the leaves.

Would stare at the bush for a moment then look to the slightly stooped male standing behind her shoulder off to the side a little. 

They would seem to confer without moving their lips but were nodding and making various discussive gestures of the head and she would turn and apparently commune with the plant some more.

I tried to figure it out a coupla times from illusion-state, came up with that she was using it is a can string phone of sorts, via the roots to other plants and seeding her consciousness as project but with nature spirit vibe as disguise to any humans with sight to see. Think I came to that conclusion after considering what I would do in their situation, …might be barking up the wrong shrubbery. That bit is still conjecture for the moment.

 

This leaf stroking thing they were doing the whole time he was watching them, he said, until my voice alerted them to our presence, to which they both looked at each other in an alarmed fashion and stood proper, beginning to run.

I inquired "You saw them begin to run off. They were about... here, and they were running across.... what, here?" gesturing about the place.

"Yeah, and the bigger one in the front turned and looked at us", Barney (not his real name) agreed.

"Yep, and then what?" - knowing this was where I had seen them start to fade out.

"You're going to think I'm nuts" he reluctantly said.

"Nah, go on - can't get any nuttier than this."

"Well”, he said a bit uncertainly, "after the larger one turned back to where they were running.... they sort of ...started disappearing."

"Oh my god!!!!!" I exclaimed, with appropriate arm flap.

"What?" he said defensively, thinking I was mocking his admission.

"No no, I'm not taking the piss out of you. I saw the same thing!!"

 

At that he looked relaxed, yet I continued to his consternation...

 

"It's just that I thought if I said it first you might go along with what I said" (young lads). He countered that now he was left wondering if I did the same thing, I barely reassured him with my no.

At this cessation in our brief discussion, we turned our attention back to the beings not too far gone from where we were.

"They went up there in that direction" needlessly pointing it out, indicating NW up some of the animal trails making the spot a thoroughfare. "Do you think we should follow them?" I tentatively postulated.

"No way. I didn't even want to chase up to where they were here."

"Aw c'mon, it's not like we could hurt them. Did you see how big his arms were??" I reasoned.

"I don't think we should. Probably best to leave them alone." Barney said with a tone of finality.

"But they're Bigfoot, bigfeet... Sasquatch, you know, we could go and talk to them. Maybe they're frightened of humans!? We could meet them!"

My friend's face said that he didn't like the sound of that notion.

"Oh..." I said aloud as it occurred to me "What if they're not friendly?"

To which we both looked up to the bush. 

When suddenly, from them more than likely observing us, in the direction which they had just ran came a tremendous noise.

Which I had been describing in the retelling of this encounter as an extremely powerful man wielding a rubber coated sledgehammer mightily thwacking a big hollow gum tree. That was the impression that came to me as I tried to fit it into my everday mind.

The sound was basal and sonorous, a "WHUUMMP, WHUUMMP, WHUUMMP" it went.

Akin to when a kangaroo has a reposition hop-too in the undergrowth, but magnified ridiculously loud.

We were a bit shocked, and looked to each other a little uncertain, but not really overmuch as the excitement of this surreal thing being tangible was still at the fore.

"What do you reckon that was about? Do you think that was them warning us to leave them alone?" Barney ventured.

"Maybe" I admitted, "...though it's not everyday you get this kind of opportunity. I say we go up to where that sound came from, where they are, and apologise for scaring them!"

"I dunno..." he began,

 

but I interjected and was starting on the move again with "We'll just go up to where they roughly are now and call out to them. Show them we mean no harm. We could meet them and be introduced to their world! Imagine, being friends with bigfoot!" I laughed.

Running through the bush, I called out “It sounded like a thumping on a big hollow gum tree, try and find it!"

We zigzagged a little, but in the general direction of the loud Whuummp noises… until we came upon a large gum tree in very thick scrub.

“Do you think this is it!?” he asked. I was doubtful, slowly coming to terms that the whuummp noises weren’t perhaps actually anything to do with a tree.

“Dunno…. maybe it wasn’t a tree, but their chests they were thumping? However they made that noise… they looked very strong.”

I then realised just how out of our depth we were, that they could be anywhere nearby looking at us, and more than capable of literally tearing us limb from limb, like someone could do with a sandwich.

“Maybe they were giving us a warning to rack off, and we’ve just chased them… they might attack us!?”
As I said this, I looked at Barney whose face drained of colour and I got cold chills, the hairs on the back of my neck raised up.

Then nearby another very loud and very close "WHUUMMP. WHUUMMP. WHUUMMP” happened.

Both of us flinched and recoiled.

Then about 300 metres ahead of us another "WHUUMMP. WHUUMMP. WHUUMMP”, then another to the left about 1 km away, then another only 50 metres, etc. 

All up about 20 or so very loud and loaded with warning “WHUUMMPS”, all in an arc in front of us (I presume it was the pairing of Yowies I felt on the car ride, arrayed out in the bush).

Both of us suddenly became very scared and looked at each other in fear. I took control and directed “Let’s go!!” Called out “Sorry!!!!” towards the noises as we started to head back in the vague direction towards the edge of the forest.

 

I stopped for Barney to catch up twice as he was visibly panicking and losing energy quickly, and faced the direction we'd fled from. It felt about 5 were on our tails, and were peering menacingly at us. 

I stood in a rigid tae kwon do defensive stance letting Barney catch up. I gave him some of my energy, I glanced back at him and saw he was dashing on, not pausing to make sure I was good too …ya what!?! lol

I caught up to him again, after quitting my energy boost for the nobber, and we spilled out onto a paddock.

“Keep going, we have to get to the road, they don’t like the road or something! Especially the barbed wire barrier!!! RUN!!!” I called.

That was of course a load of bollocks, more of a thing with certain types of spirits.

Panting, sweating and wheezing, we ran and ran across the grass and up a hill to the road. I looked around several times and could feel the big male let us feel him looking at us from the edge of the forest.

I called out again “Sorry!!! Sorry for chasing you! …we didn’t understand!”

After jumping the barb wire fence, calming down and walking a bit, we briefly talked of the encounter. Barney saying he’d never return to the area – lol.

Some weeks later in Barney’s company, I tried to talk about the Yowie encounter. He looked confused, and then remembered after I recounted it to him, with great surprise that he could’ve forgotten such a thing.

He looked scared.

Another day, not that long after, I tried talking about it with him again, he denied it repeatedly until I described it in detail, then he looked ashen-faced and sat down.

The last time a week after that, I brought it up and he started to remember ...though he got angry at me and outright refused to entertain any such notions, walking away brusquely and wouldn’t let himself access the notion.

 

I’ve seen the same thing in people forgetting high vibration experiences (as with many alien encounters) and the memory block causes them existential pain to even approach it under casual circumstances.

 

Three years later and 5 kms to the east, I was renting a farm with my ex wife, had 9 young blokes ready for a shooting party with 8 rifles.

We sat in the edge of the forest waiting for it to get darker.

One lad told a spooky story, and then another.

I related my Yowie account, and during the last description of me and Barney being shitscared and running away, a tremendous "WHUUMMP, WHUMMP, WHUUMMP" happened 14 feet away right next to us!

All these lads with guns ...we all ran out of the forest, across the paddocks and back home to the farmhouse - lol

 

Some years later I had the opportunity to share the initial encounter with an aboriginal man who I felt had spiritual exposure to the topic.

I relayed to him the two accounts, and 3 additional stories I'd been told from other people in Tasmania.

 

He sat back, after listening to me quietly for some time, and exclaimed "I'll be fucked!! I didn't think they were in Tasmania!"

 

I became excited, realising this bloke knew something and was about to tell me.

He said his river tribe from South Australia call them "______", which means "Ghosts" (just gonna redact that, dunno if they want to be known). I became crestfallen and looked disappointed. "Do you mean they're like spirits?"

"No. They are called _____ because they're able to behave like ghosts. They have the keys to the other dimensions."

O.O

That was all I needed to hear, epic and then some!!

He said his people would be told to keep away from certain places, when they were of age & initiated, thereupon being let in on some of the special lore and ways of things.

 

 

I suspect they are used on multiple star systems, as there are a lot of these newer Soul-Farms that have human type “cattle” for the Soul-Devourers on them.

This is not the case for older farms, all sorts of alien species inhabit the ranks of their desired & achieved farming state.
There is talk of seeing them on spacecraft with The Enemy. Might just be a few of them are being used, I got no passive readings off them other than they had to get out of sight ...they’re very good at hiding things.

That they live subterranean makes a lot of sense, that with the indications from legends of trolls and the accounts of the Vanarars. Will be fascinating to learn about their way of life.

 

Heard tell of little ones getting about northern NSW, perhaps evolved from an earlier form of the homo- floresiensis “hobbits”. A bloke told me they call them Nimbinis, and they’re mischievous.
 

I wonder if the cases of Bigfoot stealing people is from madness from a human reality override and displacement, making them crazed and to behave like Morlocks of Wells’ fiction. Or whether some branches of them are just like that.

We’ll be putting a stop to that in any case.

 

The different hair colours reported seem logical for genetic dispersal, but we’ve had reports of all sorts here. Perhaps indicative of being well travelled through their networks, or some aspect of signifying age.

 

That they might be also traveling about through space with the baddies, is a possibility according to some witnesses.

To what degree they’re in league with The Enemy, or at all, will have to be ascertained.