If you’re just joining us, please familiarize yourself with the earlier posts in this series so you’re reading this within the context it was intended. :)
Part One: Out on a limb
Part Two: The Science of Intuition
Part Three: What is NVCODE?
Part Four: “Warren”
Part Five: Pheromones or “ESP”?
Part Six: Sasquatch, Lust and Pheremone Chips
Part Seven: The latest science…
Part Eight: Infrasound
Part Nine: Reports and Ridicule
I’m going to throw a few more reports your way, and your Warren is going to have a blast with them. That’s okay. Let him. Because I know what he’s going to say… and we’ll be addressing that soon, I promise.
This happened to me during duck hunting season in 1979 in Levy County , Florida, just off of the Cedar Key Highway.
This is not an actual sighting of a physical creature, but rather a very real thing that happened to me while I was out hunting in the hammacks off of the Cedar Key Highway. My (former) husband and I were duck hunting at a pond just off the highway, on property that was managed by Georgia Pacific.
I was walking around the pond with the deep woods to my left. I heard a rustling in the brush in that direction, and I stopped to listen to see where it was coming from, thinking it might be other game, since the ducks didn’t show up. I spotted an armadillo rooting around some palmettos, and as I watched it, I suddenly had the feeling that I was being watched. I also felt paralyzed in my tracks, but not from fear. I did not feel any fear at any time during the incident. Rather, I felt like I was literally being held in place and being “scanned”. It was as if there was a penetrating “beam” going through my entire being, my soul if you will, looking to see if I posed any threat to whatever it was that was watching me. I was carrying a shotgun at the time. I felt it go right to my heart area and probe to find the answer to the question. I also felt “it” find no reason to fear me – it was as if it was telegraphing to me what it found. Then, when it got its answer, it “released” me. I never saw anything or heard anything unusual or smelled anything unusual. But whatever it was watching me, it “felt” very big, much bigger than I am.
There was a cypress swamp with a good sized pond just off the Cedar Key Highway. It was within earshot of the road, but not visible from it. The ground was damp but not soggy; the leaves were wet enough to walk on without crunching them. It was rather flat terrain, with some large oak trees scattered around within the pines and cypress.
I was quietly walking around the duck pond, looking for whatever game was in the area.
You realize, don’t you, that I’m giving you the reports first that I think your Warren is going to have the hardest time with? :)
Okay, Warren. Do your work…
No actual sighting or other evidence to directly attribute this report to a Sasquatch. Check.
This is simply a “feeling” the witness described. Check.
Great. Acknowledge those things. Let Warren have his say. THEN PLEASE READ THE REPORT AGAIN AND PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT SHE’S SAYING FOR FUTURE REFERENCE. *grin*
This report stands out to me because it is yet another example of the exact details I hear time and time again from witnesses. Some of them SEE a Sasquatch when these feelings are occurring. Others might simply be hearing vocalizations. Some see nothing at all. Hmmm… wouldn’t expect that from a creature that we understand to be elusive and shy. (Pardon the sarcasm – I’m arguing with Warren here and mine seems to respond well to it.)
Okay, Warren. Let’s talk about your issues with this report. No actual sighting or other evidence to directly attribute this report to a Sasquatch. This is simply a “feeling” the witness described. Yep. Got that. Notice how the witness herself acknowledges that fact.
But she still felt strongly enough about it to report it.
Sure. You can discount it out of hand, but I suggest you don’t. Not yet.
When I came across this report, I stuck it in the bin labeled: “Things That Make Me Go Hmmm…” I started doing that a long time ago. Not throwing the reports out… simply filing them in a different bin and waiting to see how they compared to other reports that ended up in the bin.
That bin is currently overflowing, which is why I decided it was time to do this series.
If we throw out all of the reports that include this type of communication – this Non Verbal Communication Over Distance via Emotion – shouldn’t we at least look over every now and then to see how big the pile is getting?
The late Dr. J. Allen Hynek once said, in reference to UFOs: “The part we ignore… may contain the clue to the whole subject.”
(Hynek: The UFO Experience: A Scientific Inquiry)
Consider the following firsthand account. Yes, it’s strange. And it’ll seem even stranger when you consider the source. But first, the report:
While my companion and I were exploring the steam-caves at the time of my second visit to the crater of Mount Rainier, I noticed peculiar marks and scratchings on the floor of the cave. In some places the ground appeared as though it had been the scene of a conflict between some maddened beasts, so extensive was the disturbance. In other places there were depressions that might have been made by some flat-footed animal pawing in the earth. My curiosity was deeply excited. The lower we descended the cave, the more frequent but less marked became those scratchings. As the sunlight from without became dim, I noticed a peculiar soft glow in the atmosphere of the cave, hardly perceptible, that might have been produced by either light or heat, but it was probably brought about by the presence of some force more subtle than either. I also felt a peculiar sensation of the body, such as a person feels when standing upon an insulated stool with his hand holding the pole of an electrical machine slightly charged. Whether my companion noticed these startling phenomena I do not know. If he did, he like myself remained silent upon the subject. The situation was extremely interesting to one of a scientific turn of mind and invited investigation; but I suggested to my companion a return to the outer world. Within my own mind, I had decided to revisit the cave alone later.
Late in the night, when my three bed-fellows were sound asleep, I cautiously crawled from under my scanty covering and was soon in the cave again. While it was intensely dark within and cold without, the warmth of the steam-cave soon restored my benumbed body to an unusual degree of comfort and my sleepy senses resumed an unwonted activity. Slowly groping my way along the floor of the cave I was soon within the influence of the mysterious glow I had noticed upon my first descent. The situation was weird and startling. Midnight in a crater! The vaulted sky above you the only familiar object, with the hot rocks and hissing steam around you suggesting what once was and what may again be to leave my sleeping companions and to go down, down toward the earth’s hot interior, all tended to try my nerves and fill my mind with strange foreboding. While prudence and caution would bid me return to my companions and leave the mysteries of the cave unsolved, I still cautiously groped my way onward. The sense of feeling became strangely acute. I could readily keep in the center of the cave by extending my hand to either side and noting the change of temperature caused by the adjacent ice walls. The mysterious influence of a still more mysterious force enabled me to know my surroundings quite distinctly.
As before stated, these steam-caves seem to radiate from the center of the crater, a single passage branching into two or more as it nears the rim of the crater. I had reached a point where another passage joined, or more properly separated from the one I was following, when I was startled by a noise, followed by several stones rolling down the tributary passage. Had my companion of the first visit noticed the mysterious things that I had, and was he, like myself, seeking to discover their cause? I quickly stepped within a recess in the wall of ice on my left and awaited developments. I had not long to wait, for almost immediately there came, now rolling, now making an attempt to crawl, a figure of strange and grotesque appearance, down the passage. It stopped within a few feet of me, writhing and floundering very much as a drowning man would do, when drawn from the water as he was about to sink for the last time. Its shape was nearer that of a human being than of any other animal. The crown of its head was pointed with bristled hair pointing in every direction. The eyeballs were pointed too; and while they appeared dull and visionless at times, yet there was an occasional flash of light from the points, which increased in frequency and brilliancy as the owner began to revive. The nails of its fingers and toes were long and pointed and resembled polished steel more than hardened cuticle. I discovered that the palms of its hands and the soles of its feet were hard and callused. In fact the whole body, while human in shape, except the pointedness of the parts I have mentioned seemed very different in character from that of the human species. There was nothing about the mysterious being, however, that would make it impossible that its ancestry of long ages ago might have been human beings like ourselves. Yet by living in different surroundings and under entirely different conditions many of its characteristics had changed.
By degrees this strange being began to revive. Gradually an electric glow covered the entire body with light centers at the ends of those pointed nails, the eyes and the top of the head. It seemed to accomplish its revivification by rubbing its hands vigorously together. As soon as it was able to stand, it began to rub its feet rapidly upon the floor of the cave. This increased the glow of its body and caused the light-centers to shine with increased brilliancy. It seemed to receive some vital fluid from the earth that at once gave new vigor to its whole system. Involuntarily I imitated its actions and immediately found myself undergoing a very peculiar sensation. I seemed to be growing in accord with the strange being who then for the first time noticed my presence. He at once redoubled his former movements. He would rub his hands vigorously together and then quickly extend the points of his fingers in my direction when sparks of light would dart therefrom. Having become deeply interested in this strange exhibition, I went through the same manoeuvre with a similar result although apparently in a much lesser degree. The effect was magical! I was becoming en rapport with the Old Man of the Crater! I could see a brilliant point of light gradually forming on the crown of his head. Feeling my own hair beginning to rise I removed my knit cap and felt my hair bristling upward to a common point. The light from his crown seemed to form an arch above and between us and WE WERE IN COMMUNICATION. There in that icy passage connecting the unknown interior of the earth with the exterior, by means of a new medium, or rather an old medium newly applied, two intelligent beings of different races were enabled to communicate, imperfectly at first of course, with each other.
For an hour I received impressions from the Old Man of the Crater. It is a strange story I got from him. While the time was comparatively short, yet what he told me, not by voice or look, but by a subtle agency not known or understood by me, would fill a volume of many pages. Finally expressing doubt at what he communicated, he commanded me to follow him. I had anticipated such a demand and was ready to resist it. So when he turned to descend, to the hot interior of the earth as I verily believe, by a superhuman effort I broke the spell and hastened upward and back to my sleeping companions.
This is no myth. The old man told me of his abode in the interior, of another race to which he belonged and the traditions of that race; of convulsions and changes on the earth long, long ago; of the gradual contraction of a belt of matter around the earth until it touched the surface hemming in many of the habitants and drowning the remainder, and of the survival of a single pair. All was shut out and the atmosphere became changed. Gradually this remaining pair was enabled to conform to the new order of things and became the parents of a race which, for the want of a better name, I will call SUB-RAINIANS. This Old Man of the Crater had wandered far from the abode of his race in his desire to explore. Far away from my home we had met, each out of his usual sphere.
Bizarre story, isn’t it? It sounds fantastic. Incredible, even. Given the description, this can hardly be an eyewitness account of a Sasquatch as we’ve come to understand them [although "the Old Man of the Crater" was accepted into the 1998 North American Science Institute report on Sasquatch as a reference to Bigfoot].
It’s even more bizarre when you consider who wrote it, and when.
Major Edward Sturgis Ingraham was a well-known explorer and founder of the Washington Alpine Club. He summited Mt. Rainier many times during his career and the Ingraham Glacier, where these caves are located, was named after him. He was the first superintendent of the Seattle Public Schools, a member of the first State Board of Education and was appointed by the governor as Regent of the State Agricultural College and School of Science for a term of four years and was instrumental in establishing Mt. Rainier as a National Park.
The account was taken from Major E.S. Ingraham’s The Pacific Forest Reserve and Mt. Rainier–A Souvenir, 1895
Stay tuned. There is much, MUCH more to consider. ;)
