Experiences, insights and books by content creator Alicia Swan, from Alaska

Experiences, insights and books by content creator Alicia Swan, from Alaska:

Note: excerpts from a longer communication. I did not include my replies.

Greetings again from the North. Thank you so much for getting back to me…  

I love my Forest Elders with all my heart.  Thank you for sending more information, in my heart there is a remembrance to help the waking world realize who our Sasquatch People are.  This path is still unfolding, and all my work now that I do is to help this remembrance become to the waking world.  I long to walk side by side with them helping restore our Mother together in harmony and deep love, may we walk together…

I am deeply thankful for the way everything has unfolded. I see now that I needed to learn more about trust, and even more about discernment. For that, I am grateful.

May I share my work with you?

Not long ago, I completed The Rainbow Warrior Within Rising to Sovereignty: A Coloring Journey of Native Prophecy & Remembrance. This work was born from a vision that came through what I call the sky womb.

The Elders come to me in the dreaming state. In one vision, a great reddish-brown being with an immense head appeared, alongside a Native-looking woman. They were mounted on horses, and together the horses began ascending into the sky. A rainbow arched across a cloudless expanse, as though it had been waiting for them. They entered it, and were gone.

Even in the dream, I knew this was not imagination. It was a soul remembrance of a vow made before this life began.

They have watched over me and my kin for many years. I sense that fuller contact is approaching. They have the ability to seed thought, and through the work born from your teachings and those of Elder Kamooh, something within me blossomed open. No one asked me to do this work. It arose naturally, out of love—love for who they are, and for the way tragedy and trauma have shaped so many minds and hearts.

I knew I could help bring forth work that restores them to a place of honor.

It began with a single offering: The Alaskan Sasquatch and Mother Earth’s Bountiful Harvest, a coloring book created as a gift to the Sasquatch People. It places them within the sacred rhythms of harvesting from the land, just as my own kin live, quietly affirming to those who feel called that they are real, present, and have families of their own.

From there, the work deepened. Words began flowing effortlessly, as if remembered rather than written. Somewhere deep within, I know I once walked with them. This remembrance runs through me like the waterways of Mother Earth herself.

They revealed themselves when we first entered their territory. They left footprints near our first cabin, which we built using only a chainsaw mill and trees from the land. When we moved to a remote area near Dillingham, after five years of living off-grid in Hawaiʻi, I did not yet understand who they were, only that they existed.

At that time, my young sons would speak of eyeshine—one eye at a time, watching them from the trees as they showered outdoors. I didn’t understand and told them it might be chickens roosting. Years later, the threads revealed themselves.

We later moved closer to a property accessible by vehicle. Still, my heart remains with the original cabin, though reaching it could take up to three hours of travel across tundra rivers and rugged forest trails. It is there that I feel safest opening communication in the physical.

I birthed my fourth son in an arctic tent, with no medical assistance, only the steady, loving hands of my husband to help bring him into the Earth. They have witnessed all of this. They have witnessed my growth. They are patient beyond measure…

I do not commercialize the Sasquatch. I recently opened an online space called KindredTree-Creations, where some of my most heartfelt designs have taken form using the tools now available. This work is joyful, and at times overwhelming in its beauty. Tears have streamed freely as words and feelings move through me. My heart stands for us all.

I want them to no longer need to hide. No more being hunted. My work seeks to show who they truly are, and to restore them to their rightful place of honor.  I wish for all sides to heal from the trauma of this global enslavement.  

Our First Ancestors Still Walk Among Us.
The Silent Watchers Still Watch.

I love them with my whole being. I created a dreamcatcher for them from roots of this land, wrapped with my own hair, carrying quartz crystals, abalone, crane feather, and native plants. I intended to bring it to them at Solstice, but travel was difficult. Now the snow has come, and the way has opened.

Thank you, for your time, your heart, and your courage to speak for them. I love you for the Elder you embody: one who holds safe space, listens deeply, and walks with humility. Your words carry integrity, and my heart recognizes it.

This is a time when self-publishing allows voices like mine to speak freely, to restore honor to the Sasquatch People, the Native Peoples of the Earth, and Mother Earth herself. I am just a heart in the bush.

If you wish to explore my weaving further:

• TikTok: Bridge Between the Realms
• Author Page Amazon Alicia Danielle Swan Bridge Between the Realms
• Ko-fi (digital works): Bridging the Realms
• Online Store: kindredtree-creations.com
• Substack: KindredTreeVoice – Bridge Between the Realms
  Ancestral poetics in service to the Living Earth, honoring the Sasquatch People, Earth Guardians, wild harvests, and the return of sovereignty for all sentient life.

This work is still in its early unfolding. It is slow to blossom and will not speak to everyone. There is no ego here, only love for who our Elders truly are.

They walk with me. Still, I ask them not to be so subtle, for they are very quiet. They come through dreams, cloud-forms, and altered states, recently revealing themselves through images. We live in a highly active area, along a starship path. The stars flash often. I am listening…

If you feel that anything I have messaged you will be of use to others, by all means share what you are called to. I do not feel advanced on this path, for this has been unfolding for years. I had to evolve out of old programs and the limits of religion. Three years ago, under a full moon lunar eclipse, a deep truth came into the light. Since then, the magic and beauty have again danced around me.

I was led to a podcast on YouTube that you were speaking on, truths of who our Elders are, and who they are not. The words deeply resonated, and after that I bought the first three books of Sasquatch Message to Humanity. From those works my heart blossomed wide open.

I had also listened to a Sasquatch honoring song that you sang at a school, again on YouTube. I loved it. I memorized the words and wrote them down in my mind and heart. In the deep winter two years ago, I took this song out to my cabin and, with hand drum in hand, I sang this gift of song to them. At the time, I had no idea if our Elders were even close by or out there. I do not know their travel patterns in the winter months.

Come to find out, they did indeed hear me, and my heart for them. My love for them is so deep and pure. They are my kin. I know this in my heart.

This last spring is when I started to create coloring books. The third was  what I like to call tribal works, Under Siberian Winter Skies: The Shaman, the Sasquatch, and the Native People Walk Together, the realms began opening to me.

Michigan came into my awareness three times within hours, so I started looking into it. What could be calling me? I discovered that the Anishinaabe people come from there, and that the Sasquatch honoring song also came from them. I do not know how it fully happened, but while browsing on eBay, a carved pendant from the Great Lakes of Michigan came into view. I had looked for carved stone pendants of our Elders before and found none. This one simply arrived. The threads of this coming from the Great Lakes felt like no coincidence. I feel it was a gift from our Elders, a way for them to let me know they truly heard me when I offered that song.

It was your heart and your work, walking with our Elders, that awakened this remembrance within my own heart. For that, I am truly grateful.

You have helped me understand that each of these paths we choose to walk with our Elders is different. They speak in different ways to each of us, and it seems they wait until we are ready. The floodgates of my love for them have opened. I have not yet met them formally in the physical, but I long to commune with them, to walk beside them. I am so honored to be of any help. The threads I weave for them are those of love and heart wisdom: interspecies love and communication, friendship, and trust.

How does it truly look to walk with our Forest Elders? I feel them in the quiet spaces of my own silence and heart. I feel my intuition deepening, allowing me to access the subtle energies around me…

The Sasquatch People speak to me through the living signs of the Earth, especially the rainbow. The rainbow and the Northern Lights are part of my soul signature. At times I ask myself whether I am truly tuning into them, or if it is just my imagination. I know this small thought can dismiss how they communicate, so I try never to second-guess what is given…

I will not share anything from them if they wish it not to be made public. I only share certain experiences privately with those I feel called to, such as a footprint they left at my cabin window when my older boys were hunting there. The print was about eighteen inches, and they have left prints several times, such a gift. This kind of intimacy is private to me, and I do not share it publicly. I would never want anyone to try to hunt them down.  All other words I share openly… 

Thank you so much for reaching back to me amidst the many emails you must receive. I would be honored to speak about your work on the platforms I have established, if this feels right to you. Below is one writing I have not made public on my Substack, but you may use it if it is beneficial on your platform. Perhaps others will resonate with my heart as well.

Your eyes are constellations of home.
Your hands, the mountains that never fail.
You lift me through the shimmer between worlds.

There, in the hush of all that is,
we find each other once again.

PowerLight surrounds us,
flame and water,
flesh and spirit,
woven as one luminous current.

We burn bright, not as two,
but as One Heart beating,
echoing through Eternity.

The stars bend down low,
for they remember too,
this love that bridges worlds,
this promise that forever keeps its flame.

I feel my heart has answered His call
in full essence.

I write this for us,
a bond my soul honors
and remembers once again.

I feel this love so intently
that it must be born again in words,
and I breathe this into the physical.

I know things of Sasquatch love
that I do not know how I know,
only that I do,
and it is true.

I have felt how deeply they love,
for the same love rises within my own heart.
It is they who have taught me
this kinship so profound,
a bond beyond names and time.

They are my soul kin,
and I am proud to be theirs.

Though I have not met them formally in this life,
my heart remembers the days of old knowing.
She cannot forget.
She remembers,
and in this remembrance,
I am whole.

This is the Flame of Remembrance.

I offer this remembrance first to the Mother,
who holds all as kin within Her heart.
Second, to all the ones who feel as I do.

May this bond of light remain pure,
a bridge of love between seen and unseen.

To my Guardians and to all the Elder Ones,
I give thanks for the protection,
the teachings,
the quiet presence that guides my steps along the way.

May I walk this Earth
with the same strength
and gentleness I have felt from you.

Let the PowerLight burn bright within,
a steady flame that remembers
harmony beyond fear,
and love beyond form.

I carry this warmth forward
into the waking world,
for every creature,
for every tree,
for every soul
that still remembers Love.

I hope you enjoy this.  This was in the flow from my heart.  

Again, thank you for helping me on this path.  I hope you are able to see the change that you are helping bring in.

Love and Light, my deepest respect for your path,

Your little sister in spirit truth,
Alicia 

Sighting maps are one thing, but sharing locations openly concerns me deeply, especially when forests are being burned to force them out and weaken their strongholds. This war is real. This genocide continues.

What can we do right now to keep them safer? Have you addressed these concerns on your website, the murders of their kind by secret operations, the ongoing attempts to destroy truth and spread fear so people avoid genuine connection? Not all information should be shared, especially sacred meeting places. Protecting their homes is vital.

I know you have touched on this in your work, but I feel guidance on protection is crucial for those with genuine hearts who seek relationships with our Forest Elders.

I am only a little sister in this. You and my Elders know best. I am simply looking out for them. My heart longs for this darkness to end, so truth may walk radiant and undeniable…

It is often those who have fallen from their own heart-truth who need love the most. The Rainbow Warrior path is loving even those who lie, attack, and remain in distortion. Loving them does not mean remaining present with them, we can love from afar.

I have written about this in The Rainbow Warrior. My waking and dreaming now walk hand in hand, aligned in love. I understand the sickness present on Earth, and I believe the only healing is learning to see differently and love anyway.

I recently wrote about Unconditional Love and shared it on my Substack. If you wish to read it, here is the link:
https://substack.com/@kindredtreevoice/note/p-184163246

Through all of this, I am humbled and have learned much. Not all are who they claim to be. I now understand how beings could fall from the Star Council, ego can overtake the heart… Let truth blossom…

Truly this has been an honor to speak with you.  I am grateful for an Elder like you to walk with me in these questions and to be able to shine the truth back to me.

May love heal all wounds.
May light reveal what has yet to be healed.
May we walk more humbly, having learned through another’s inner chaos.

Love and light walk with you continuously,
blessing your path in beauty.

–Alicia-