War, she said

Why can't we just exchange recipes

“But what can women do in times of war? They help, they cheer, they inspire, and if their cause is lost they must accept death or worse. Few women have the courage for self-destruction. "To the victor belong the spoils," and women have ever been the spoils of war.”
― Zane Grey,

The Trail

This is what happened. . .

I had made a decision to quit writing. The world is moving too fast for me to keep up with the ever changing news cycles. Trump did this, Putin said that, Kim Jong Un has brain surgery and his totally insane sister shows up on the scene threatening the U.S. The Pope was said to be fighting demons and the Trudeau energy secretary is threatening to cut off energy to parts of the U.S.

I throw my hands in the air and scream to the universe “I quit, I don’t want to do this anymore, it’s so overwhelming.” I’m going to move on and grow my garden and isolate myself out here in the woods. Well, that was the plan until the big snow came.

The Upper Michigan, the central part of the U.P., had been deficient in it’s usual feet of snow this season. March 5th changed that. We got a foot and a half of wet heavy snow. With it came blizzard like conditions of 30+ mile an hour winds. A lot of ewwing and ahhhing watching the straight line winds carrying the heavy snow load on it’s back slamming the landscape and weighing down the swaying evergreen trees. We were waiting for an overburden tree to lose it’s grip from the frozen ground and give way across a power line some where along the transmission line. And of course, it did. A few hundred people without power for awhile.

Today, March 6th the sun makes a brilliant entrance, as it usually does after s storm, and illuminates mother natures art work. He shows off her peaceful and beautiful side with glittering diamonds in the snow. The environmental deprivation of all noise from the thick blanket of snow cover is almost takes your breath away when you take a step out your door. I have actually witnessed a city dweller who absolutely freak during such an experience. They just couldn’t handle the quiet, a new sensation they didn’t know how to react to. Strange as it sounds, I know. They didn’t like it up here.

I couldn’t let the splendor of this day go to waste, so I dug out my snowshoes from hiding and went for a walk across the 14 inches of snow pack. It is a pleasure but hard work too. A real workout. Most average sedentary humans would not last 4 or 5 steps with snowshoes burdened with snow.

I hiked up the road to the highway and across to the trail system. Ew, deeper over here. I proceeded deeper into the 1000 acres of undeveloped forest.

This section of forest used to have a 4 wheeler access but idiots tear up the pristine environment with those noisy things so the DNR closed it off just beyond this clump of trees. This is where I noticed Mrs. Bigfoot. If you look closely in the picture, you can just about see her. I always love talking with Mrs. Bigfoot. The dear Sasquatch is always full of wisdom and grandmotherly advise. I gave her a wave and a holler to let her know it was me and headed through the leaning trees to where she was waiting.

She watched me trudge through the snow pushing aside the pencil thin poplar trees heavy with snow to get to where she was standing. Just as I got there she snatched me up and gave me a gentle hug as not to damage this human and then proceeded to laugh at my foot wear. “Your feet are just to small to navigate this deep snow naturally. How funny.” She chuckled. “My kids love playing in the deep snow and the blizzard was fabulous fun.” Mrs. Bigfoot proceeded to carry me over to a big rock sticking up out of the snow and sat me on top of it. Then we both had a good laugh. Oh how good to see her.

We said our pleasantries and inquired about family and how our winter had been going so far. Then she became quiet with a serious look on her face and looked down at the ground.

“What is it?” I asked as I reached out and touched snow covered her shoulder. “Something is bothering you?”

“Well, I don’t know if I should to tell you. It’s so sad, please understand this year that you call 2025 isn’t going to be good for you humans or us.”

“Yes, a lot of us are feeling the energy of something big about to happen. What do you know?” I asked, she had stepped on my curiosity nerve.

Mrs. Bigfoot kicked around some snow trying to decide how much she wanted me to know, then looked down at me and studied me for a moment. She seems to have considered her decision and takes a deep breath before she spoke.

“Well, ok.” She sighed, taking another pause for effect. “As you know, our elders get together for what would be similar to your human beer and brats barbecue. Just the elders from all over are invited, the rest of us aren’t allowed to be there. But they discuss things and then our family elder will tell us about them. What other elders are saying, and they discuss what they are willing to tell us, please understand I’m just the messenger here.

Seems your humans are going to disrupt our environment and natural environmental energies with a war. We hate it when your humans can’t get long around the world because we have family everywhere too. It’s so hard on us, on other wildlife and the trees, our energies and nature in particular. Like all the fires that are started by that beam of blue light that comes from the sky. They are burning your human environment with that beam, our elder explained it to us. Plus sometimes its sets off ground rumblings and makes big holes and tears in the ground. One of the elders said that he believed that the place you call New Madrid will have a big, big shake and let water come in from the ocean. But maybe not this year, maybe next year.

Your humans have had many plane crashes, ship accidents, and trains going off their tracks. Your humans are experiencing new sicknesses that have never been heard of before and poking more sickness into their arms and their infants arms. The elders can’t understand why this is happening, why humans willingly let this happen. To put sickness into their new babies, that’s just appalling. But, for sure, war is coming on the land and we will have to retreat back up into the mountains. There is not so much to eat up there but we will have no choice because humans will be fighting themselves and putting more stuff into the sky that make the tress and plants sick. I think that sky stuff, those lines that block out the sun, make people feel angry too. It sure seems that way.

Our elder shaman knows stuff. Your human leaders, government I think you call them, make secret deals that are bad for other humans and many of those bad deals are about to get found out. Most likely it will be this year and it creates much upheaval with regular humans. They will even fight each other in the streets before the big war starts. Your human elders, government, is so divided, they can’t see passed their own noses. It’s so sad. And then our elders tell us that your human money goes bad. People will still be able to exchange those slips of paper for awhile but not for too long.

Our elder shaman tell our family something big is going to happen in this land, like what you call a nuclear something or other. It could be what takes out your energy, uh, power, um, electricity? He says it will be at that time that humans will search for the ways of your Natives, the first peoples. People will want to learn how they lived and respected the earth. Our ancestors shared much, first people and Sasquatch. It was a happier time back then.

Your humans will be building their houses with tools that don’t need power for a while. That’s when we can come back, they told us. But my biggest fear is that there won’t be much to come back to or it will be different somehow after this war on this land. It should get easier when your humans find themselves again after the cleansing, I hope.”

Suddenly, Mrs. Bigfoot stops her tale of woe. “Are you alright, you don’t look so good? You look kind of pale. There’s more I could tell you about those travelers from the sky. But I think I’ll hold on to that for now.” She put her big furry hand on my knee. “Say something.”

My head was reeling, it took me a couple of minutes to get my bearings after listening to what this pure hearted Sasquatch just told me.

“Uh, man oh man, are you sure? I mean, your shaman said this is going to happen this year? How can that be? What can we do to stop this? How can we protect ourselves?.” I threw questions rapid fire at my large, hairy friend.

She gave me a few minutes to absorb my own thoughts, then took another deep sigh and began again.

“I apologize, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything but there are times when things should be discussed. Our shaman is pretty strong in his conviction about this. He was warning us to be ready to pack up and head to the mountains. This is humans time for shaking off their unseen handlers and finding out who they really are, he said. It won’t be nice and we need to stay clear of this human process. I won’t be here to help you, dearest human. You will be on your own, I’m sad to say.”

“What do I need to do? How can I get through this, should I tell people. Oh never mind they wouldn’t listen anyway. So, what should I do? Do you have any insight on what an average human can do to survive this fallout?”

After what seemed like hours of me throwing questions at her, my gentle friend was doing her best to answer them, my butt was getting cold sitting on that rock. She hugged me again, took me down off the rock and put me back in the snow. With sadness in her voice she said she may not see me again for a long while, maybe never. Her Sasquatch ancestors have been through this before and they know how brutal human war can be. So with a heavy heart we said our good-byes and parted ways.

The warm sunshine had been replaced by thick, heavy clouds and a sky that had turned dark. More snow, I thought, to match my now sullen mood. The splendor of the day had turned on me like a jilted lover. I shuffled back through the deep snow and made it to the road thinking about the future, this year. Only months or weeks away from horrible, horrible, misery in our lives. This year? So many prophecies have pointed to this year, but those are just prophecies they don’t necessarily have to be true. But what if Mrs. Bigfoot elders are right or the prophecies are accurate? One such prophecy I was made aware of stated that in the 2024 presidential election if the woman had won the white house we would have full alien UFO disclosure and the aliens could then begin their harvest of humans like cattle. If the man won, we would have world war III. Can you believe that? Actually, I didn’t but maybe I should have.

She did assure me that we humans are on our own, that we will need to take care of each other. We will have to learn to survive without modern stuff, grow our own food and learn the benefit of herbs and herbal remedies. She said the more skills people have to offer the more likely they will make it though this. As frightening all this is, she told me a secret, a happy secret. Mrs. Bigfoot said that once we get to the other side of this big war, we will be able to pick our own elders and pick the way we want to do things. She said that should be exciting and she told me her shaman said that one day every human will have free energy to power their homes. Now that exciting! I want to be here to see that.

From our discussion, I suspect this is close to what we can expect in or shortly after 2025;

One Second After part one

One Second After part two

Prepare accordingly. We could still see alien disclosure, maybe.