Bigfoot Mountain

“I thought I saw the Jersey Devil up around the bend, thought I saw the Jersey Devil dancing in his moccasins..” I had some extra time to hang on the couch and watch a movie today. So I pulled up Tubi and found the movie The Barrens, staring Stephen Moyer. (True Blood) The movie was about the infamous Jersey Devil, who is said to live in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. I have been in the Wharton State Forest where this movie is supposedly taking place, and I can tell you there is something special about that forest.  Could it house the Jersey Devil? Yes it could, and a lot of other things as well. The Pinelands are over A million acres, It is very easy to be lost out there and dense enough for things to hide in plain sight. I couldn’t even see my sister when she went around a bend. The movie however did not capitalize on this naturally creepy location, they did not film on location in the Barrens, instead for monetary reasons they filmed in Toronto, Canada. I understand that it pro

Bigfoot has decided to share the top ten things   he thinks and loves  about Thanksgiving..so here we go... 10. Tofurkey is dual purpose it’s also its own colon cleanser, so no thanksgiving pounds stay with you. 9. He loves that we run around like chickens with our head cut off, but we actually eat turkey. 8. He’s thankful he doesn’t have relatives for miles and miles and they don’t use transportation. 7. He absolutely is the person stealing your pies from the windowsill, so keep that pie cooling tradition up. 6.He finds it amusing that the thanksgiving holiday now is only a meal to kick off the start of the Christmas season. And in a few more decades that is all America’s children will know. 5.Did he mention pies on the windowsill? 4. He loves that you are out hunting deer and not him. And that you are so bad at it that you drive all the deer right to his belly. 3. He enjoys watching humans fight on Black Friday over things that are marked up intentionally to make it look like it’s a

Repressed memories, memories that have been unconsciously blocked due to the memory being associated with a high level of stress or trauma... We have all heard the term repressed memories. It originated with Sigmund Freud and has remained a controversial subject ever since. The issue being, while psychologists are digging in your brain for the memories you may have repressed they can accidentally transplant or dig out a false memory. If the environment is right it is possible to transplant these memories and harm the patient’s future mental health. Although Freud can be credited with its origin, it was the little green men that made it a household name. Yes, you heard right. Little green men. On some occasions psychologists were saying these repressed memories, or missing time were often the result of an alien encounter. It became a popular method of proof in an otherwise absence of, well...proof.  It’s like this, your mind has an encounter with an alien race It has no learned exp

That was the clickbait, and now, time for something completely different... This has been a fun long weekend. My first back to Jersey in a couple of years, and with a much different agenda. Normally, Jersey is where I rested on my long drive to Virginia. But paranormaly it was a whole different ballgame.  My normal associations to Jersey are, Bruce singing my favorite song, "I’m on Fire", and watching the "Situation" on The Jersey Shore. Say what you will about that show, but everyone has a guilty pleasure and that show is mine. My paranormal associations with Jersey are the haunted Pine Barrens, Jersey Devil and Bigfoot, whom I’m told has a face more like a man in these parts. (I’m not even going to say anything like, "maybe its a hairy homeless person living in the woods" (Not even thinking it).  So my sister, nephew and I headed to Jersey. He had a friend to visit and we, well, we were planning a paranormal visit this time and a hike in the woods. W

Part one ; the intro: Everyone has a vulnerability.. Vulnerable...being susceptible to physical or emotional wounds, from the Latin word, vulnerare. Which simply means "to wound". Everyone has a vulnerability, whether they are attuned to it or not. I know mine, I don’t talk about it much in a serious way. But that’s what we do sometimes, joke about it, deflect it. But I’ll say it now in a serious way. My vulnerability, where you or anyone else could hurt me, is a physical one. My legs, specifically. They take a beating daily, and I wonder when they will finally give on me. And if they do, exposes my lesser, but still hard to face, vulnerability. Who will want me if I’m broken? It’s hard to face those thoughts. But facing them is the only way we have to tackle them. I recently spent time with Jacob, the artist of Vulnerable Monsters, and learned about how he faces his vulnerabilities, and how he wants to help others to do the same. So here we go, we’re exposing our weakn