Two Families....

Chapter 1

Finding a starting point is the hardest part, when considering things to share. Perhaps the best way to relate the relationship that has begun is to share things as I recall them.

One of my very first memories of a shadow person was an early foggy morning. The time of year was early summer. I was about 4 years old. My brothers and I spent hours in the woods near Ma's house. In those days families didn't worry about kids being taken. Hours were spent outdoors.

I recall Ma was cooking breakfast, as I slid out the front door headed for the woods. The woods were thick with locust trees, grasses, and moss.

This particular morning the fog was thick. I wanted to see what it looked like in the woods. As I walked up the road to the entrance of the woods, I saw them all four of them, four tall shadowy figures. They looked like an Indian family. The difference was they were all gray. The father and mother were standing behind two children. Their faces looked like Indian to me, like Ma's. They were the tallest people I had ever seen. I stopped a few feet in front of them and looked at them. Their expressions didn't change as they looked back at me. To this day I still remember it felt like a dream staring at them. They had grayish hair from head to toe. There was no hair on their faces hands and the bottoms of their feet. The hair on their bodies was probably two inches pretty much uniform in length. It lay flat against their bodies. The hair on their heads was more ruffled. As if it needed combed. They stood for probably only seconds. The largest one, the father I assume turned to his right and walked away with the others following. They never made a noise. Everything was muted. They disappeared into the fog and woods.

I walked up to where they had been standing. I remember wondering why the edge of the bank they were standing on was crumbling. I was never afraid while standing there looking at them. I was more curious than any thing else. I felt lost.

Then, I turned and ran all the way back to Ma. When I ran in the house I was confused. I remember telling Ma about them. She told me those were the shadow people leave them be. I believe I saw fear in Ma's eyes. I will never know. Ma was very adamant never follow the shadow people. There was a possibility if you did you would never return. Ma' said that children that did follow them often get lost and confused.

For several years we ran and played in the woods always under the watchful eye of Ma. She never allowed us out to play until she checked the signs. She always checked the scents on the wind and the tracks in the sandy road. Once in a while she would not allow us out to play until late morning. She never told us exactly why, just wouldn't.

Over the next few years Ma would occasionally mention the shadow people. Probably after her persistent grandchild insisted on it. She explained they were ancient people. They didn't bother anyone nor did they want to be bothered. There were several tribes of them. They were all people just different than us. Ma explained they avoided people like us.

One summer day, Ma called me to her and read me an article from Readers Digest. This article was about some men that had filmed a big foot. Ma showed me the tiny pictures in the article and told me that is a shadow person. “Never bother them, it’s bad to hurt one,” she told me “leave them be. They wouldn't hurt me, I should just leave them alone.”

Some time later Ma and I were standing at the bend of a little creek. Ma told me that shadow people sometimes live there. She pointed to the bank of the creek. She told me they can live inside caves along a creek.

Looking back I have knowledge probably from her lore that pertain to the shadow people. I parallel them with the nomadic Indians of the plains. They wander around, hunt, fish, live off the land, stay in family groups and find shelter when needed.

Chapter 2

When asked to share with others the knowledge I have obtained over the years, it seemed easy enough. As I try to share with everyone. I realize it’s not as easy as it appeared. It’s complicated to talk about the shadow people. Through the years they have been labeled by so many with every imaginable tag possible, mythical, imaginary, monsters, monkeys, apes, cryptids, hominids and of course unknown primates. There have been many that have chased them, begged and pleaded with them to appear. Yes I believe many in the field have spoken aloud for them to show themselves. Between the media and scientist they are ignored. Sightings are scoffed at, people are humiliated and labeled also, as nuts crackpots and the list goes on.

Credibility is an important issue within the community called Big Foot Research. At this point I wish to state. I don't care what label you put on me. I do not care if you question my credibility. I do not have to prove who I am or what I am. I have simply agreed to share old and new things. I cannot prove to anyone what I am sharing. You will either believe or not believe. Whatever you decide will be up to you. All photos that will be accompanying the blog were taken by myself or my family.

I only care that the shadow people remain in peace to rear their children and live their lives. At this moment in time it appears many wish to murder one or a family for science. Killing one is murder. These are the ancient people of the world. Call them what you will they have survived much and adapted to remain in the quiet areas of our world.

As I grew, every few years my path crossed with the shadow people. Each time it was a different place, several years apart. Each one appeared different in colors, shapes and sizes. Each one was in an area I would characterize as the fringes of civilization. Never have I been threatened or harmed. Each time the shadow person was the one that disappeared into the shadows.

Years back, after relocating my family to a rural area; I discovered that those shadow people were close at hand. They are as interested in us as we are in them. They will if the opportunity arises peek in your window. They will stand back and watch you. They have never approached any member of my family or myself. I do talk to them. I always respect the personal space that we each need to maintain our relationship. (They do not talk back.) I suspect they do mimic our voices. On many occasions one of the kids will be outside and come running in asking did you call me. I myself have been working in the gardens or sitting outside and have heard a child's voice call mom. It sounds like one of my kids. This has happened many times over the years when I was home alone. They are known to knock on houses both day and night. Why they do this, is anyone's guess. I suspect it’s a form of communication, checking for a reaction.

I will never be able to answer for myself or for others all the questions about these wonderful, gentle creatures.

Chapter 3

I have always fed the wild animals. It’s a hobby as much as compassion for the creatures the creator has given us. This is a way of giving back to the creator. We have so much and the little fur balls have so little. The more you feed the more that will come.

Years back we built a small garden pond, more of a frog sanctuary than anything. Stocked it with minnows and goldfish, which were promptly eaten. This was an ongoing pattern. Stock the pond and see how quickly the fish disappeared. A garden pond can be a great source of entertainment, also much work, depending on how you wish to handle it. Building an Eco system takes time.

As each spring came and went more was added to the pond. It was during this time that the prints began to appear around it. The first bare prints measured 14" X 5.5" they appeared on the garden path beside the pond during the winter. They also appeared in the pond. As the footprints appeared the fish disappeared.

Each year the fruit would ripen. Just as it was ready to pick it would disappear over night, never in the daytime. The bare footprints were different sizes. They range from a mere 4 inches long to 19 inches long. The amazing thing about footprints, often they are beside the paths in the grass as if to avoid detection.

Chapter 4

I photographed them and tried to find someone with more knowledge than I have about the shadow people. What I found through the web is that there are basically several camps on the idea of Bigfoot. There are the non-believers, who secretly hope there are giants in the wilderness that will someday be found. There are the non-believers that wish to promote themselves as skeptics and intelligent. There are those that want to kill a big-foot to prove to the world they exist, make a lot of money, and gain fame. There are those that do not believe in killing. Each camp has its share of rabid aggressive self-serving folks. All of these groups fight among themselves and with each other. After meeting via the net, lots of different people, I found that there are many that will say anything to gain information to further their agenda's of murdering a Bigfoot. I also found that many folks have met shadow people and no one believes them.

I have been blessed to meet several people that actually live what they believe.

My goal after searching for others like me is to assist in the education of those that wish to learn from what I have lived, which in the over all theme of the world is less than a grain of sand.

Chapter5

I have met researchers of Bigfoot in person. I have listen to their ideas and thoughts. I will never be able to understand how they or anyone can believe the shadow people are apes.

I have since come to the place where I refuse to tell anyone how to gain the trust of the shadow people. I regret the things that I have shared with many. I have since found out the things I share is used for the hunt of these creatures.

After meeting these researchers. I decided that I could probably find out more on my own and then share what I learn with those that are more like me.

Chapter 6

Since the beginning of the year I have started to organize and keep a brief record of the shadow people in my world.

Things that make a person say huh?

After the ice storm from hell last winter we emptied two freezers of food. No idea how many pounds were placed by the habitat area. All disappeared over night. During this time the bird feeders would often empty over-nite, as would most of the feed on the ground. At this time there were no prints on the ice covered frozen ground.

About a month later, during the night someone jerked on the backdoor. Several times, this actually broke the bottom hinge off and sprung the door. Another hmmm...

My thoughts on the door were that the Shadow people were hungry and knew that there could be food in the freezer. Over the years we have actually lost food from the icebox and freezer, never giving much thought to it.

As the ground began to thaw there were faint tracks appearing. They once again are different shapes and sizes. We purchased a trail camera to use and play with. It isn't for serious hunting or plotting on animals. It’s merely for the enjoyment of catching our nighttime visitors, and capturing an official “blobsquatch” on the camera. I was hooked on trying to see more. Meeting with some researchers, they placed cameras, they came, they left and they got nothing. What I learned from their "research" is, it’s more like folks getting together to get an adrenal rush on the weekends.

Chapter 7

As the winter began turning to spring, I was recording audios and some videos, never catching the elusive shadow person on film. Although I believe they did walk by chattering as in a conversation. This audio was shared with several others including researchers for evaluation. I have hope that someday there will be an answer to what sounded like a foreign language being spoken in my yard at 2 am. I have had cameras moved, picked up, set down, and laid over. I have had only shadows to show for hours of video and audio.

Chapter 8

I began this year putting out snack food for the shadow people I tell them when I am putting it out that it is for them. They often are hiding in the woods nearby and I am certain they can hear me as I talk to them. This food is not in the same areas as the critters food. I separate the food out of respect. I would not serve a guest food from the dog dish nor will I share snacks for the children of the shadow people with the raccoons on the ground. My quirk. I was taught from early on to respect them. At first they didn't touch the snacks. In fact nothing touched the foods. Which was very odd. This continued for several weeks. Then one night the snacks were taken. An audio recording of this indicated during the rain the container the snack was in was lifted out of the tree and returned. This container was approx 8 ft from the ground in a small tree.

Thus began the game of “snatch the snacks”. Certain nights the snacks would be taken. Soon, I began attempting ways of catching the folks on video. Never have I gotten more than a shadow moving or sounds that I have come to associate with the Shadow family. On occasion I will have one container moved to another tree. Some times it will be higher or lower in the tree. On rare occasion I will need a ladder to take the container down to refill it.

I also leave gifts of beads, toys, balls, and other interesting objects. On rare occasion toys and balls will disappear for a period only to reappear months later. Some times the reappearance will for only be a day or two and will disappear again. The working assumption is that it’s the shadow folks removing the items. At this point I have doubts that possums and coons want trinkets.

The Toy House

Chapter 9

The toy house is a playhouse filled with abandoned toys not played with any longer. As the house over flows with toys they are crated up and moved to the toy house. Only to be forgotten. After a picture was taken this year I checked the toy house and found that most of the toys are no longer there. On occasion I find a small toys scattered over our acreage. At these times I pause and wonderÉ hmmÉ.

Based on the behaviors I am observing the shadow people never take anything they know belong to some member of the family. It appears they only take what is ignored. This not only includes toys. At times garden tools will disappear and reappear months later in an odd place.

Chapter 10

While playing with my grandchildren one evening, I noticed a change in the birds singing. There was a snapping of tree limbs and soft noises in the brush. I started snapping pictures within the area. For privacy reasons I will not post pictures of my family. I am sharing a photo that was taken at the time. It is only one of several. This is an example of one of the gang watching the children play. The distance that the watcher was from us was approx. 40-60ft.

There was no panic feeling. No fear. We continued about our business. I firmly believe that no harm will come to anyone that has a relationship with them. I will say never leave small children alone. Not because they will be harmed. Children can and will try to follow these guys. A small child in the bush is never a good thing.

It is truly a blessing to have even a glimpse of these wondrous guys.

Chapter 11

Dangerous Or Not

Now that being said there are many reports of these creatures being frightening and dangerous. Yes that is probable and possible. I am always puzzled by these reports. What makes a creature any creature become aggressive. What makes a killer a killer? Generally it’s anyone's guess. I will not dispute anyone's claim of aggression by a Big Foot. I refuse to argue this point with anyone. I suspect that if there is aggression there is a reason for these actions. My thoughts are perhaps that aggression is due to getting to close to the young/children. Most animals including humans will protect their young by whatever means are at hand.

I have never witnessed aggressive behavior, from the family unit that often visits us in the night. My family and I spend time all hours of the day and night.

Never while we are outside do we feel threatened. Watched, yes. I know that is a topic that has even been debated in the world of BF the feeling of being watched. I don't know how to describe it other than just that. Somewhere close by someone is watching.

It does however seem that the children and women more often have that feeling. There are possibly several reasons for this. One the creatures watching are more interested or entertained by children and women. Or possibly they withdraw further back when its males about. I personally think that it’s because men have a different air about them and are often the ones in the woods with guns.

Often the feeling of being watched is accompanied by soft sounds of movement. Some times sticks breaking or being pushed aside. It’s at these times I try taking pictures of the area the noise is coming from. I have tried to school myself not to put a camera up to my eye or make a quick movement. Looking at photos taken of these occurrences. I feel it is safe to say that most often what you will see in a photo is partial facial features. The eyes are what I notice most often. After finding an eye then I look for the other features.

I am not making a claim that the shadow people live, reside or dwell on or near my property. What I do know, they wonder through at times. There have been several occasions in which we have gotten glimpses of them. Never the prized face to face.

Chapter 12

There are times, especially at night when I can tell the shadow folks are about. How I listen to the sounds of night.

Nights sounds are often more subtle than the sounds of day, but proving the sounds are them is not possible at this point.

What can be said is if there is a whistle or click and its verbally answered it will become quiet.

Almost like an embarrassed quiet.

The Shadow People have had millennium to perfect their camouflage. As any creature they adapt to the area they live.

In April of this year, while spending time with the children one evening, there were noticeable sounds of a limb snapping and soft sounds of something moving in the brush. Viewing the pictures taken a bit later, I realized that I had a possible picture of a shadow person watching the small children.

There are times when viewing pictures. One has to pause and wonder how can something so large be so quiet, and hide so well.

I have never had the face to face, with a giant that most people talk about. I would love to spin yarns of how these guys sip tea and eat cucumber sandwiches with me. They don't. Until the last few years I had never tried to have a relationship with a giant creature.

If you were to ask us to describe how we feel knowing big hairy guys/gals are wandering the area, well you would get as many answers as there are people in the family. They truly don't often affect anyone. On rare occasion they make some noises. They mostly remain elusive, they watch, that has no effect on us.

Chapter 13

The Problem With Relationships

The problem with a relationship with the gentle creatures of the forest, especially the larger ones, is a basic fear factor. It’s built into each and every one of us. Some sciences are based on the fight or flight reactions. I would tell anyone that wants to know more, take it slow and easy, there is no other way. This is a trust that is slowly developed over a period if time. We are talking about a creature that our creator placed here with us. This creature to my way of thinking is on the same level as those of us without the constant hair shirt. My ancestors believed that to a certain degree if they came forward to you they have a reason; Such as an immediate danger to you or your family.

At this point in my relationship I believe that may well be the case. They remain elusive and silent.

Habitation any way you want to present it is in fact a relationship. Started by one side or the other, for whatever reason. If you want a relationship with the shadow folk, remember they are intelligent. They are masters of hunting, camouflage, probably fishing if the truth were known. I see no harm in gifting, but boundaries need to be established in habitation for the peace of mind and comfort of both sides. Never give what you do not want to be taken. Never set the boundaries that you cannot live with. Remember setting boundaries may not work with intelligent creatures such as the Shadowfolk a.k.a. Bigfoot. They have had hundreds possibly thousands of years to roam about. Just because you don't want one at you back door doesn't mean you have not encouraged this behavior. Think before reacting. Over reaction will not help with any relationship.

I didn't start out to form a relationship with any animal in particular. I certainly never expected to have a small tribe visit me in the middle of the night. I do feel that this is a very special gift from them to me that they have chosen our home as a respite at times.

Here’s an example of a reaction that I can share. Recently in the middle of the night I was awoke several times to the sounds of scratching on the windows and sides of my home. Annoying to say the least. This continued for several hours through out the night. What did the guys want? I have no idea. The scratching noise came to a halt with what sounded like a firm smack and a wounded baboon yelling and running away from the house. What I believed it to be was an errant child pranking and Mom became tired of this behavior and corrected it.

My reaction to this behavior was getting up actually taking the time to try to guess where it was coming from. Each time I turned on a light the noise stopped. As soon as the lights were turned off again the noises began again. Did I see Bigfoot standing looking in the window? Nope! I do believe it was the family wondering about. I had left gifts of fruits and nuts for them. I believe they were about because of faint odors that were detected by my family earlier in the evening.

Chapter 14

As I started actually trying to communicate in some manner with the local shadow people here I have tried many things.

I have read many threads with many ideas on communicating/baiting the big guys. A lot of ideas I dismiss as silly. The silly ideas generally are people that assume that these guys are of lower intelligence than us and must be treated on the level of a child, or pet.

First, I will say I have discussed and have learned from others different things that may or may not work.

I fall back to my "raisins". This includes treating the local shadow people, as I would want to be treated. I hate pushy know-it-alls. I avoid them myself. Using how I feel about neighbors and being a neighbor, I started with the food and little gifts, which are often taken. I began to add other things. Pebbles, feathers, ribbons, all of which have been moved around, relocated or taken.

Then, one day, I wondered how roses would be received.

I picked several rose buds of different sizes and colors and included them with the other items.

I found the buds the next day near by where I had placed them. They were taken apart petal by petal, and left.

A few days later, I awoke and went out to have coffee. I found a trail of pink rose petals to the area where my chair was. At the time I thought hmmmm that is odd. Later I questioned my family about this. No one admitted to it.

On another morning we found several red roses lying on top of the car.

Several weeks after this I again found a trail of rose petals from the door to the patio. All in all on three different occasions I found a trail of pink rose petals scattered from the front door to the patio. I have no other explanation other than the shadow people had left them. At the time I didn't bother to photograph them. Looking back I guess I should have.

Chapter 15

Something that often happens when the Shadowfolk pass through will be feeds like grains, dog foods, and cat foods will begin to disappear. Sometimes it will only be a few handfuls. Some times several pounds will disappear.

Yes I know that coons can do many things when it comes to B&E (Breaking & Entering). On more than one occasion I am quite sure they have raided the feed.

Generally they don't have to raid anything as they have their own spot to chow down. Yes there is a dedicated area where food and water is put out on a daily basis, for the woodland brothers and sisters. They as in everyone from the woodchuck to the deer hang out for a free meal.

It is much easier to feed them than to clean up after they break into the feed cans or eat the rose gardens to the ground.

Our household is taught "what is done to the least of these is done unto me".

One of the re-occurring things that often happens, large bags of dog food will be taken from vehicles. The first time it happened a 20 pound unopened bag was taken from the rear compartment of a hatchback vehicle. This bag was moved from inside the vehicle and dropped or placed about 10 ft away. The bag was unopened when I found it.

The next time this occurred a 44-pound bag was taken from inside the van. The doors had been opened the bag lifted out and moved approx. 25 foot down the driveway. This time the bag was missing approx 1/3 of the contents. We noted there was no trail of feed on the ground. Nor was the bag torn up or had drag marks on it. On the night that this happened two of the vehicles had the doors opened. The knobs and switches were changed. Hmmmm....

The last time this happened was 9/10 again a 44 lb bag of dog food was again taken from the van. Again part of the food was missing. The bag was not torn up. It was not spilled.

On other occasions partial sacks containing corn and other grains have been taken, as in the entire sack was missingÉ. several pounds of grain.

After thinking it over I have concluded that the coons possums and other smaller critters couldn't move/lift the feed out of the vehicles or containers.

Another hmmmm moment.

Chapter 16

One of the strangest things, or at least I think is very strange, is how often the little buckets I use for the SF get moved from tree to tree.

I will fill the bucket with snacks and hang it in a tree. The next day I may find it hanging higher or lower or even in another tree. This happens often.

I tend to discount the possums and coons when it’s moved to another tree.

The tricky part is getting a cam set where it captures the move. Which happens uhhhh never..... I did capture a couple of pictures that I cannot explain. The trail cam caught a couple one before and one after the bucket was moved.

Its one of those things you just walk away wondering what the heck happened. Or you know maybe they can be forgetful also.

Chapter 17

Why?

Some times I wonder why they do the things they do. I recently noted a large tree that sits on the adjacent property to mine. This was a pretty tree and one of the larger ones. Over nite several large limbs were broken. No not wind damage. I checked others around the area, it’s almost as if they were upset with the tree.

First thing my hubby said was perhaps there is another clan in the area and they are marking their pathway.... Makes sense. But then since there is so much we don't know. I think, maybe one of the little ones has grown over the summer and the tree would not hold his/her weight.

The picture with this was taken from a distance. The broken limbs are 4 to 6 inches across. That is an electric line across the picture. This give an idea of how high up the limbs are.

I don't claim the SF broke the limbs I didn't see the limbs being broken. Perhaps a crazed tree cutter did this in the middle of the night. Then again perhaps they did it.