Follow up on encounters, by John Paterson

Follow up on encounters, by John Paterson: Following his excellent detailed report describing multiple encounters involving numerous witnesses that we posted last month, John Paterson sent us additional accounts of other encounters in the same region of BC, as well as other paranormal experiences in Ontario. A rather long read, but well written, interesting and informative.

By John Paterson: Remembering more on Widgeon Creek.

Hi Sunbow, I just wanted to see how you are doing. I had more memories come back to me from Widgeon Creek. I’m writing them down in my journal as details pop in. The World Trade Center had the terrorist attack that September, we all remember that, and I think that also contributed to me not remembering even my strangest experiences for a long time.

I wanted to mention that back in 2001 digital cameras were out, but not too many phones had cameras. Many Japanese and Korean tourist had the latest technology and that is when I first saw cameras on phones . The most expensive phones could take short videos. I had a 35 mm Minolta camera which used film. I only brought it with me on one trip to get photos to use for advertising posters. So many people took pictures of the Ravens interacting with us and the many flowers, but also of the animals peeking in the trees which I mentioned in my story. A German man had a digital camera with a zoom and I saw him in class after that trip. He transferred to his computer, the photo of the Sasquatch peeking so that he could blow it up. Most of the group had photos but without the zoom, they weren’t very good.

I remember the image now and it was grainy but I confirmed to him I had no idea what it was, but thought it must be an exotic animal. This guy came on 2 more trips as he was a little obsessed after the first experience. He pointed out a single footprint in a large muddy area and showed me that no steps leading up to it or away. I thought it was odd and he took a few photos to show one footprint mysteriously by itself. He was with me when we encountered the giggling baby and the invisible experience as well.

The guy working at the canoe rental place did suggest to me that I might be experiencing young Sasquatch after he spoke with a guy from the Reservation on Pitt lake. I forgot about this guy, he was about my age and had long hair and dressed like he was into Heavy Metal music. He was a gentle soul who looked a little intimidating and I think he visited me 3 times. He brought his sister, or his wife and her two children.

It’s foggy but I think he told me they wanted to see the man having the encounters with the wild people. When the First Nations elder came to talk to me, he came from a place farther away, maybe Lillooet or Mission. The younger Native guy told me that he is the Big Chief, he is important, the Big Guy. I guess the Elder was a Chief, but I don’t know exactly from which tribe.

I remember now that I asked him to come on my tours for the next weekend which was my last weekend doing the tours. More was happening each tour and I told him that he could meet me on the trail if he couldn’t get there early enough for my departure. We stopped a lot and it would be easy to catch up to us. I wanted him to see what was going on as he was really educating me about this, but I still can’t remember details of our conversation.

He really wanted to go but sadly, he told me his daughter was very ill and would be going to the spirit world soon. I think she had cancer and had little time left. I wish he could have joined me on the tours. He didn’t expect her to last a few more weeks, my heart felt for him. If you know of anyone out there maybe from Lillooet who remembers a Chief who lost his daughter to an illness in late May or Early June of 2001, you might connect some dots to my story, maybe there are relatives who can relate to these details. He must have been late 60- 70 years old.

I know if the canoe rental guy or the photographer in my story read my experiences on your site, they would give some input. I would love to see the photographs from my groups. When I had mentioned to the forest ranger and the canoe rental guy that the resident ravens are so friendly and smart, they didn’t know what I was talking about and the Ranger said that it didn’t sound like normal Raven behaviour. I think he helped spread the stories of my experiences to someone in the First Nations community.

The photographer, who’s name might have been Linda, maybe,  and the Park Warden, the canoe rental guy, and the Heavy Metal Guy were all locals who might pick up on these accounts and confirm their roles if they see your site.
I do remember that a Korean girl saw a big hairy man in the grass while canoeing in the creek. She didn’t tell me, but she told the canoe rental guy as she bought a snack in his shop. He ran out asking if I had seen the hairy man which she had told him about. I was strapping down the canoes and told him I didn’t know what he was talking about.

I asked the girl if she thought it might have been a bear and she said it was a man’s face, they looked into each others eyes as we paddled past. She said he was very hairy with big muscles and no shirt. We canoed around a bend and she lost sight of him. I asked the canoe rental guy if it was possible that someone might be camping there and he said No.

On another topic, I work with a guy who went up to Tobomory with some friends. He told me they had an experience with a voice coming from something invisible while hiking in the forest . One of his friends freaked out after the fifth sound and ran. They all ran in fear and got lost. They finally bumped into someone and found their way. I told him it was a valuable lesson from Sasquatch. My friend is from India and wasn’t really familiar with Sasquatch so I explained it to him and also mentioned to him that India has a history of the Hanuman. He got goosebumps thinking about that experience and he said he was going to tell his friends. I thanked him for the story.

My brother in law was hunting  near Thunder Bay in a large meadow. He suddenly heard a loud yell right behind his neck. Thinking it was his hunting buddy he purposely didn’t flinch but when he went to say something to him, he turned and nothing was there. He packed up and walked quickly out of there. When he told me this story, somehow I knew why he was yelled at. I’m pretty sure it was a Sasquatch. I told him that the animal he might shoot has pure genetics capable of birthing more strong strains of offspring and the Nature spirit was just preventing him from making a mistake in hunting as it is better for hunters to take less pure animals who have too much inbreeding.

I enjoyed Kala’s story of the giants. I heard a story about a giant in Alaska who attacked some campers. The witness stumbled upon the camp in the middle of the attack and fled terrified unable to help. It was very remote and when the witness tried to report it, he was ignored. He didn’t see anything in the news about missing campers. I have often thought that aggressive Sasquatch’s might be scaring people out of places where more dangerous creatures live, like giants.

When you mentioned you talk to crows, I love birds and have crows constantly cawing at my house. I wake up to them sometimes and it feels like they are calling out to me. I speak to all animals and trees, it opens my heart .
I have been a vegetarian for 20 years and lost the desire for all meat after joining my Kung Fu studio where my teachers taught mostly energy work. It happened overnight as the qigong and Kung fu raised my vibration into a new octave. I also talk to insects and can talk a butterfly into landing on my hand, it is amazing when an insect responds to me and gives more attention to me when I talk to them. I just can’t make mosquitoes go away, they are stubborn.

On another note I am saddened by all the fires and cried when I saw the Shuswap area burned up. I hope our beloved Sasquatch are finding safety…

 I’m not sure if you read about my missing time event , but I have an update. The Helicopter pilot contacted me in reference to my missing time event at Mosport. He wasn’t the guy, so that was a dead end. (see below)

I hope you are well and I always enjoy new posts on your site.
Peace, John

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Note by SunBôw: Since John’s account mentions photos, to illustrate this post, instead of googling for images, I’m sharing here a photo I took in 2018 in the Slocan Peak area that just popped up in my memories and while browsing the archives, I noticed something I had never spotted yet. While on the mountain, we came by two grouses that were sitting quietly, so calm, they never even reacted to our presences right next to them, so I took a shot.

Just last week as this photo came back up, I took a closer look and zoomed in.

Then, I noticed something mysterious behind the grouse.

So I zoomed in some more and found something interesting.

It could be something or nothing, a stump, a shadow or pareidolia, everything is possible, so I don’t present images as evidence. Just sharing a few rare selected ones I find interesting enough to consider and wonder. Ending here this short visual break and returning to John’s next account of missing time.

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By John Paterson: Missing time event in Ontario.

In 1986, I had a missing time event at Mosport Park racetrack.

The place is called Canadian Tire Motorsport Park now. It is approximately 90 minutes north east of Toronto. It is out in the countryside. The main event was on Sunday, an endurance race with LeMans cars, but the Saturday was looking more exciting. For the first time, 11 of my buddies were coming up with me and they had never been there before. I was 19 years old at the time.

It was near the end of a very hot and dry July. I woke up at 6:30 am Saturday,  I always had a huge meal first thing as walking around the large racing circuit is a good day of hiking. I told my friends to meet me at the hairpin turn after breakfast and hiked down to the far end of the track. 

I crossed a bridge to the outside of the track to hike up to the hairpin. I met my camping neighbour, he was sort of hung over. We sat on the grass and it was already 27 degrees Celsius at 8:30 am. I cracked a cold beer and gave one to my friend. I finished it and went to use the washroom but it was being repaired. I told my friend that I’m going into the woods to make room for more beer and I’ll be back in a second. I went over the ridge, down a steep hill and into the woods. I did my business and went to turn to run back up the steep slope when I stopped to take in the forest.

The forest was eerily quiet and I thought that soon it will be loud with racing engines. I was taking in nature and this is where it gets a little fuzzy. I decided to go for a little hike down into the forest.

That is where my memory cuts off. It picks up with me standing in a field, eyes are open, a bird brushes my left wrist as if it didn’t know I was there and veered to the left fluttering in a panic. A brown bird with a white patch on its tail, sort of large. As those feathers hit my wrist, the sound morphed into normal volume as if coming out of a soundproof room. The buzz of a helicopter was over to my left past a ridge at the edge of the field I was in. I was immediately upset that I have missed the race day as the sun was up to about 4pm! What an idiot! What the heck am I doing here? 

This is what I thought as I viewed an unfamiliar landscape and heard a chickadee hopping in the  small tree behind me, it came right to the nearest branch to my head staring at me, which I thought odd at the time. At the same time the helicopter was getting louder and I assumed the racetrack was just over the hill behind me. I couldn’t hear any race cars though so I thought it was between races.

I looked down and I was standing on pink quartz rock, level with the ground and in a 5 foot radius.  Nothing was growing there. The field sloped down a few hundred yards ending at a thick forest. The grass was tall, past my belly button and it was dry. I saw no disturbance in the field anywhere indicating the way I came in.

It was only a couple of minutes until the helicopter came over the ridge on a course not quite aimed at me but once they saw me, they corrected the course and flew in lower so that I could see their faces. As they hovered over me, they were slowly rotating and I could see them having a conversation and the cameraman pointed off to the west, they had come from the east.

I noticed that my left eye felt like it had been poked, but I was wondering why is the helicopter paying attention to me? I did black out for the day so did I do something to draw attention from the race chopper? This wasn’t making sense to me.

 Suddenly the helicopter flew off to the west. I thought ‘where are they going?’ I decided to run after them thinking its the way back. I jumped over old rock piles dividing fields and old fences. The fields were too small for large farm equipment and the landscape was very uneven. I lost sight of the helicopter and the nearest building that I could see was a few miles away and looked abandoned.

I decided to go back to the bald patch to see if I could jog my memory. I had cut an obvious trail in the field that would be there until tomorrow so where was the one I made to get in there? I was frustrated and my hopes of seeing a race was dwindling. I went up to the top of the hill behind me and to my surprise I walked into a marsh which opened up to a small lake.

Now I was confused, I wasn’t expecting a lake! I looked down at the field, stumped. I walked back to the bald patch as I thought it might help jog my memory of which way to go. I began to notice that I wasn’t dirty or sweaty, or dehydrated at all. It was 35 degrees Celsius, no clouds , sun blaring but I wasn’t even thirsty.

I suddenly heard the helicopter coming back. It hovered over me briefly and I started to wave to them. They flew back in the direction they came and so I walked to the far edge of the field up to a small ridge to follow them. The ridge dropped straight down about 40 feet into a ditch/marsh which was 20 feet wide, then went straight up the other side. I didn’t come from this way either. I looked at the landscape where the chopper was going and nothing seemed familiar. I couldn’t hear racing engines which can be heard for miles outside the track. As the helicopter kept going further away, my heart sank as I thought that maybe it isn’t the race helicopter, but why were they looking for me? And how did they know I was there, out of their site behind  a ridge?

It finally was so far away, it was a black spot on the horizon, about half an inch up from ground if you compare it to arm stretched out using thumb to measure. I looked at the field again, the trails I made would be there tomorrow, so where was my trail in? I looked at the helicopter and noticed it was no longer travelling, but hovering. It suddenly started flying in a pattern matching the track.

I was 10 miles away from the track. How the heck did I get 10 miles away from there and not be sweaty or dehydrated on such a hot day -was baffling me.

My spirit raised as I knew where the track was. Back then, I ran 16 miles a day, I kept in shape and had a difficult time getting out of there. I will leave out the details of the journey back but it took me almost 3 hours to get back.

When I got back to the track the racing was over, boy was I mad! I was also a mess from pushing through dense bush on the way back, muddy as I trudged through a marshy ditch when I finally found a road. As I approached my campsite, I ran into 4 of my friends who were going out to search for me. They had searched for me throughout the day. When I didn’t return from the forest, they went down there calling for me several times.

I pointed far off to the ridge and told them what happened. My one friend said “you have something on your face”. I put my hand to my face and a green, fluorescent jelly came off clean in my hand. It came from the inner corner of my eye and went down my cheek past my jawbone almost to my neck. I looked at this and thought, this isn’t from my body, this is weird! My friend looked at it and told me I should save it. I was sure it wasn’t a bodily fluid, definitely a foreign substance. They went to go eat and I was now very thirsty and craved washing up and didn’t keep the jelly as I couldn’t find something to put it in right away and just washed it away. Really wish I kept it.

That night I heard many stories of how awesome the race day had been. I was not in the mood to drink and was really confused as to what happened. I might have been in shock. The helicopter crew were camping close to us and I asked a girl at their camp when could I talk to them. They wanted to talk to me and I was hoping they could shed some light on what happened. I didn’t go see them at 1pm when they landed for fuel, so I went after the car race was over, but they had left. I really wish that I had talked to them and I tried to find the company many years later. A camera man was on board, no doubt he would have filmed something.

I was doing dream intention to retrieve memories and not much happened for a while, but images started to come in and emotions would also come in with the memory after the age of 40. I still don’t know what happened, but I had very vivid memories of looking at my feet and seeing tree tops below by 1000 feet and feeling nervous about falling. I could see the racetrack from that angle and all of the people walking with lawn chairs. I was wondering if they could see me. I somehow know what the track looks like from that high elevation, I can still see it in my mind. I have an impression that I might have been somewhere busy where there were a lot of people, maybe a large craft, maybe like a hanger bay but it is foggy. 

Another fragment came in later, when I was about 50. I was on a low bed, about an inch off the ground and 3 or 4 little beings were  conveying to me that they will put me somewhere else because of an aircraft close to them. I didn’t see faces, just their backs maybe and I think they were about 3 feet tall. I remember responding like someone who hitched a ride… “just drop me off wherever is easy”. It is almost like I was on laughing gas because I was so casual about it. I also see my feet lowering to that bald patch in the field.

The last impression that I had was that they had to go and drop someone else off, maybe a girl. I don’t even know why I have those impressions. It is just a feeling, but it might be why the helicopter went off to investigate maybe a second drop off.

So from 8:30am to around 4pm I really have no memory other than these uncertain impressions. When I went up there the next year to measure with my car, the distance was 10 miles away. They dropped me off where it was easy for them, not so easy for me. I was so mad I was robbed of that race day.

I didn’t even consider alien abduction at the time, not for a while until I read Communion and then Missing Time by Budd Hopkins. It is the biggest mystery in my life. I have never blacked out before. I have only told a few people about this over the years. 

I located the Helicopter company, Niagara Helicopters, and the pilot’s name is Rudy. They haven’t seen him in a long time so I’m guessing he is very old now. I left my contact info and maybe I will hear from him.