My first Sasquatch encounter, never told before.
Answering a question on a group just now, I got to write for the first time the account or my first encounter, or at least the first one I can now consciously remember, at age 17.
1981, early October, Mission, Fraser Valley, BC. Ten young lads went out camping on Native lands without caring about asking permission and built a hut with a lot of cedar boughs. It was spawning season and plenty of salmon filled river and shores.
In the middle of the night, heavy footsteps. We all were frozen and heard the same message in telepathy, some described it as in their dreams, while others said they heard words, but not with their ears. We were scolded for settling in as invaders without respecting the land, it had to do with cutting green trees, and before we could react, our roof fell on our faces.
We were all under shock, like coming out of hypnosis or paralysis, trying to figure out what had just happened. One of us who was camping in his tent next to the hut was freaked out. He said we wouldn’t believe him, but he saw a giant monster put the camp down and then turn into a ghost and disappear. He was right and no one believed him, since we had no clue of what he was talking about or that such things could even exist.
We ended up explaining this away by concluding it must have been an Indian, since we were on the rez, but no Indian would come out in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night in the pouring rain without a flashlight just to hit and run. Also we had put enough care to build the structure with a solid tree frame that it took a considerable force to put it down. It was indeed a deluge and we found ourselves having to drag our wet gears through the dark rainy night for about 8 miles before finding refuge in an abandoned house. The next day, seven guys ran away and a couple stayed with me.
A week later I did my first vision quest and met my first spirit guide. I had never connected the dots until recently and it’s the first time I write this story today…