I just watched your debut episode of your QUESTIONS EVERYTHING, and after also seeing your hosting the DMT documentary (which I contributed to via Kickstarter), I wanted to suggest you apply the one to other, namely the blurry line between the dimensions, which non-corporeal beings can notice as easily as dogs can discern smells and follow trails we can't. Old 'Man' Sasquatch can follow these ley lines in and out of our 3-D space/time as easily as we can find our way to a bus station.
Naturally you have a show so you have to go by the 'book' - but the books hasn't led anywhere on the Bigfoot question in eight hundred years. Maybe you should look a little farther out and/or inwards (there's no difference between the two, which you should know if you've 'been to the mountaintop' --and if you haven't, why were you hosting a DMT documentary?) Your Question Everything show even had one really unique witness's idea, which you never followed up on: the crazy looking Sasquatch-esque child psychologist who was searching in the hot spot woods behind his house with his trail cams and recorders for years to no effect, then one night gave up and left all his recording devices behind and went out alone and unarmed with an open mind and within a half an hour had his encounter.
Mired in the conventional thinking tar pit as you are (on this show at least), Joe, I guess it wouldn't occur to you that most of our terrestrial ancestors along the ape-human-alien DNA hybrid lines can read minds, communicate telepathically, and leap forward and backwards along time lines of events as easily as we can pick up where we left off in a cheap novel. We've got skills they don't, but being able to surf the time-space continuum isn't one of them. We have the grey matter for it, but the DNA code that would help us access it has been artificially disconnected at the dawn of our creation, the equivalent of raising flamingos with clipped wings so they can't fly away. Why was our ability to 'fly' away disconnected? Because our predecessor, the Sasquatch, ruined it for us, like an older brother who crashed the car you would have inherited had he not been drunk driving, so now your mom wont even let you learn to drive. Sasquatch tried to usurp his creators, you see. Her used their own alien-splice DNA to escape alien control. The aliens didn't like that, so arranged a big flood to wipe the pens clean to try again. Some survived, especially the ones at high altitudes who missed the waters (ala those in the Himalayas, the Rockies) and gradually reverted to a kind of semi-savagery, though I guess that's a relative term, and we should hardly be the ones to judge.
Even today, UFOs and sasquatches are often seen together in the same way cops follow escaped prisoners.
|Just because it's clearly fake doesn't mean it's not true|
The lack of evidence of skeletons is a tell-tale sign that they don't often die in this plane, or maybe ever in the way we understand it. Squatches don't give birth so much as split off from each other like plant cuttings; so they're also rooted in with the Green Man archetype as well as Eve being pulled from Adam's rib. Such beings would be able to, like the aliens, like demons, like all other paranormal entities, be able to move in and around our linear time, to wink in and out of not just our material plane, but our vision, our time frame, our frequencies of perception. You can't call them ghosts, but they work on the same frequencies - they are ghosts in the sense of how UHF signals in the days before cable would 'ghost' with double images, and leaks over from other channels. When we see a sasquatch we're really seeing just a more fleshed-out interactive version of a ghost, a footprint rather than the foot, (which is why we find tracks and record screams but don't get DNA samples or viable visual images). Though they are an echo across time, they are as real--and maybe even more so--as we are, for they understand they are an echo, and we suffer under the delusion that--being made of 'matter'--we're solid. Physicists will tell us matter is merely thick bands of energy resonating at a slower rate than our eyes can perceive, giving our eyes--themselves the fleeing wave bands of energy---the illusion of 'solidity' but our brain can't perceive of this, anymore than a man who's spent his life floating on a raft can understand motionlessness. A plant seems to be permanent - until time lapse photography shows its sleep cycles, flower closing against the cold and opening in the sunlight, sped up fast enough it seems to be breathing. Who is to say which rate of speed is 'correct' for earlier races, ancestors, aliens? Do we seems fast as blurs to the 'normal breathing' plants?
|your eyes deceive you if nothing is moving...|
To encapsulate: Bigfoot is our un-psionically circumcised older brother, the one who got away with all sorts of shit we don't. Most were wiped out in the great floods of Sumerian legend; those who lived high in the mountains -- Everest, Ranier, etc.--survived, because the water line of the great floods never reached them. These survivors knew their creators, the Anunaki, had launched the flood, to sift the sandbox clean, as it were, so an easier to manage breed could take the field -- one smaller, less hairy, less smelly, and above all, less able to access the higher cortices of the brain, unable to do the things the creators could do which carried over to their first generation, the half-and-half mixture of ape and god, if you will.
|treetop silhouette or 'smudge' tool?|
As incomplete as this answer may be, it still makes more logical sense than all the sightings being the result either hoax, misidentification or genuine anthropoid presence hypotheses. We don't want to dismiss it, to let go of the question, which is why I always cringe when DNA tests are done on collected hair and scat samples. I already know the answer to what it will be. If it's anything but bear or human you'll never hear about it, anyway. And since it's one or the other, man what a bummer to get that answer back. We need the bigfoot myth the way the trapped in the suburbs little brother needs the campfire tales of his older MIA brother's wild adventures, the Cool-Hand Luke, the Jon Voight in Runaway Train.
The 'real' answer to this riddle lives in the kind of right brain intuitive info that can never be verified, at least while science keeps it's head in the sand as far as the legitimacy of out-of-body astral travel. So it will remain in the realm of art ("where science fears to tread, art staggereth"). Still, it makes more sense than the linear 3D space time mammal explanation, which can't account for the lack of bones, scarcity of photos, etc. It also explains the presence of UFOs near bigfoot hot spots. The grays are always trying to nab these hold-outs from the period immediately preceding the dawn of Adam. Some 'good' aliens probably help them on the sly, conservationists, like Indian reservation lawyers, or some of the species might be turned against the rest, i.e. bigfoot narcs ("heard you guys still have a car stashed somewhere, maybe I can bum a ride?")
It would be a mistake to presume this is nonsense just because we can't perceive any of it in our modern science or with our 'sober' senses. If you bring a trained hunting dog into the woods you don't presume it's crazy for following a smell trail you can't smell, or accuse an expert tracker of charlatanism for noticing tracks you can't see. Yet you don't give the Bigfoot spirit credit for being able spot trail cams a mile away, presuming in your idiot wisdom they must be dumb if they're hairy and live in the woods. But to bigfoot, man, your footprints and smell are obvious and your little gadgets offend their eye, like a toddler presuming you won't guess who drew on your wall in crayons in big lines three feet up from the floor - since you didn't catch them in the act. Sure they sometimes scare us away and go rummaging around and throwing rocks, but so do the IRA, or the Palestinians, or students, or any other disenfranchised and oppressed group being encroached on.
After all, they don't want us to stop looking for them... when we're able to find them at last, we'll be ready for the next game of hide and seek, the next evolutionary step; they want us to use the experience of looking for them to an end, not to find an ape carcass to dump on the front hood of science's pickup truck to confirm we're number one fuck yeah etc. Look what JAWS did for sharks? Nearly wiped them out. Bigfoot hunters would pack the woods with shotguns and empties if it ever became 'official.' But to use it to open science to questions it doesn't yet admit enough about what it doesn't know to be able to ask, let alone answer.
Sure I sound crazy - but doesn't the idea that a living 3D 500 pound being who can nimbly prance through the forest, leaving only one or two footprints a year, being attached to our permanence matrix existing without any concrete physical evidence for thousands of years measure up as crazier? Again, presuming you've done the DMT, you should know. If you haven't, why were you hosting that documentary?
Our linear-time humanity is but a single radio station on a vast FM dial, and that dial just one of countless other bands of frequency. There are more frequencies than planets in the universe, which themselves connect to these ancient bands (as in Saturn's rings). Us looking at Mars and saying there's no city there is like a bored cable TV flipper bemoaning no HBO shows are showing up on his local arial antenna. He could find them all by paying for premium cable, 2,000 other cable choices are available with a little bravery or a credit card. Science basically is like a dad, too cheap to pay for cable, denying HBO even exists since it's not on his TV in that one minute he plugged it in and flipped around! Again, you should have caught that in the DMT-verse, the unified or zero point field --the giant deflated beach ball, where all spots in space and time exist in the same here and now simultaneously. If you take that ball and inflate it near a black hole, the image of it deflated exists with the inflated overlaid, each movement creates a million potentialities. That's just physics, Joe. I don't make the rules.
We can see it all--at once--if we know how to change the channel, or tune in the antenna. Bigfoot is like a ghost image, but image here means sound, footprints, smell too, broken trees, everything a 'real' 3-D ape would be; we're talking a different kind of projection. Picture the nuclear scientist who uses those rubber gloves that reach into a radio-active box to handle plutonium; the bigfoot footprint, the roars, the ghostly EVPs are like those rubber gloves, our 3-D space time continuum is the inside of the box. This 'image' of the being behind the glass occasionally leaks over from its radio station to ours via bad weather or fevers or drugs or trances -- but it can't be fit into our paradigm; the operator of the hands is our future/past angel self giving us the carrot to 'keep looking' - keep trying to find these mystery stations, even if we only get the picture for a second during the right configuration of clouds.
Empirical science and its insistence on hard evidence is nice and all, but it's merely the rules of one board game in a limitless playroom shelf. We need to realize that Trivial Pursuit doesn't have the same rules as Monopoly. That doesn't mean Trivial Pursuit is unplayable but science takes Trivial Pursuit out of the box, sees there's no Park Place or hotels to buy, no $200 as you pass 'Go' and so deems it defective. But the instructions to all the games are printed in hieroglyphs on the back of each of our brain box lids - DMT sharpens our vision so we can read them. so READ THEM, Joe, read them!
Sorry for the huge onslaught of metaphors...
PS Postscript - Just saw your aliens thing... oh Joe, don't you understand you're not the first one who ever said 'show me the saucer, the alien' or I don't believe you? You're like the Habeas corpus of the paranormal... there's no show in that, Joe. You're the last snotty naysayer to the dance. A show about a guy who's not sure he should be doing a show is not a show. You best give the producers back they're money and take some imagination pills. Clearly you didn't take any DMT. Don't lie, Joe!