The Sasquatch People: Guardians of the Earth

By Leanna R Saylor

My husband Jerry and I stayed busy seven days a week running our commercial construction company. After we moved out to the country, we enjoyed the peace and quiet during our off-work hours. More than a decade later, extraordinary things began happening.

"There was one big question I asked myself over and over, but I knew an answer was not

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dagmar Miura
• Release date: Mar 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9781956744866

Leanna R Saylor

The author is retired and lives with her husband in the Pacific Northwest, where she spends her time doing artwork, gardening, and traveling with her husband.

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The Sasquatch People

Guardians of the Earth

field and mountains

Memoirs of a Sasquatch Experiencer

Leanna R Saylor

publisher: Dagmar Miura

I dedicate this book to Mannie, the Sasquatch elder who stepped forward and connected me to his Sasquatch family and community.

salal branch with berries

Introduction

I have decided to tell my story about the ongoing experiences and interactions I have been having with a species of humans whom I believe are the Sasquatch People. I consider myself to be what is called a Sasquatch experiencer, someone who is having experiences and contact with Sasquatch.

For the sake of clarity, when I write Sasquatch, I will always write it singularly as such, Sasquatch, even if more than one Sasquatch are being referred to. When I learned about Sasquatch, I heard it used in the singular form. I have never heard nor read Sasquatch used in the plural form, i.e., Sasquatches. Therefore, in keeping with the custom to which I was introduced to, I will always make this reference in the singular form: Sasquatch.

Many years ago, when I first heard about Sasquatch, it was from Native Americans. I learned to pronounce Sasquatch as Suss-kwatch; this is how I have always heard this name spoken by Native Americans. I feel their enunciation is correct and should be acknowledged, respected and used accordingly.

Sasquatch exist all over the world. With frequency, they have been sighted in the United States, especially in the Pacific Northwest Region. I would like to add that they are invisible, unless you know how to see them, or unless they materialize into physical form. When asked, What do you call yourselves? They answer, Guardians of the Earth.

During the early stages of my relationship with Sasquatch, I decided to write a book about them, who they are, and what they stand for. I have done just that, and everything I have written is described to the best of my ability with great attention to detail. This story represents my interpretation of a series of ongoing events that I cannot explain. To have encounters with Sasquatch is to enter the arena of high strangeness.

Sasquatch are inter-dimensional beings that live in the fourth dimension. They can move between the fourth dimension and our third-dimensional plane easily. However, for the most part, they spend their time in the fourth dimension, where I have concluded the quantum physical field exists. Their daily lives are based on quantum physical laws unfamiliar to us human beings living with earth-bound laws like gravity, time and space to name a few. At times during the story, I will refer to their power and abilities as paranormal. In their world, the daily norm is to be able to perform what might appear to us as magic. Yet, for Sasquatch it is not magic. It is just part of their everyday existence.

There is no scientific evidence to prove the existence of Sasquatch. However, there is abundant physical evidence gathered by professionals who have scientifically documented their findings such as footprints, hair samples and examples of their massive tree trunk sculptures built for the purpose of marking territory deep in the forests. These incredible sculptures are enormous and could not be replicated by man without the aid of heavy equipment. The tree trunks used in these markers are torn out of the ground and woven back and forth intricately between other tree trunks equally as massive that have been harvested in like manner. Yes, there is much proof that something does exist in the forests, particularly the forests of North America and Canada.

The fact that these forms of evidence are physical in nature, combined with thousands of reported sightings, is legitimate proof for me of their existence. The premise on which scientific proof is currently based requires a corpse for evaluation before receiving the scientific stamp of approval, Okay, you do exist, but now, you are dead. Sorry about that.

This practice needs upgrading to fit in with the level of sensitivity our population has willingly elevated itself to. These methods lack ethics towards living matter other than human beings. Most of us can no longer tolerate the practice of killing, poisoning or polluting any living plant, mammal, river, ocean or even Sasquatch in our world today. We are better than that. We have become much more enlightened. We can be better, way better.

Be that as it may, Sasquatch are becoming more and more recognized by people worldwide through personal encounters like mine. To be in contact with Sasquatch is to begin the journey of restoring your life, the lives of your loved ones, the lives of your friends, the world, and so forth, and so on.

The Sasquatch hope many humans will welcome the personal growth and development they offer freely. We have an opportunity to watch personal evolutionary changes take place within ourselves and within our lifetime. They are ready to help us human beings improve our lives for the better. Who knows, they just may well become our next rock stars!

snow-covered branch

Chapter One

Two Abandoned Kittens Find a Home

My husband Jerry and I started up a general contracting company in the year 2001. We worked hard doing tenant improvements and remodels of all kinds in commercial spaces such as dental offices, real estate offices, restaurants and more. For the most part, the bulk of our work was done at the local hospital, upgrading and improving numerous patient care units of all kinds.

I took charge of all the bookkeeping and management of the office, ran errands, managed the fleet of trucks and work vans and was on call whenever something was needed at any time of day. Jerry’s time was spent working seven days a week, keeping up with a demanding schedule. He kept the crew working full-time. For the most part, Jerry got his work through word of mouth. We worked hard and were somehow able to keep up with the endless details involved with running a small contracting business. Invariably, there were ups and downs, believe you, me.

When we started the company, we were renting a small house in town. In 2004, we moved out to the county after our rental home went up for sale. The house in the county was a hundred years old and situated on a quarter-acre of land. The area in the county was very tranquil, with wide views of the sky by day and the stars by night. We had no neighbors, and so we settled in excitedly with great anticipation about life in the county and all that it entailed. We were also interested in the wildlife and wondered what kind of critters lived in the area. Both Jerry and I loved nature.

In the distance, our property was surrounded by old, dilapidated farms. There were fields covered with remnants of old fencing along the gently rolling, hay-covered hills. These had been farms from long ago. Rusty bits of barbed wire fencing and rotting cedar fence posts lay strewn about here and there around the abandoned fields.

broken barbed wire and fencepost

Near our house stood a short row of towering Lombardy Poplars jutting up around a silvery pond edged with cattails. In summer, the pond was covered with white water lilies. When we took walks around the pond after work in the early evening, we entered an enchanted world, a mystical realm reclaimed by nature and forgotten by time, where frogs, fish, dragonflies and different bird species thrived. The pond was their home, and it was magical. We visited it often.

Each spring, hundreds of green tree frogs filled the cold night air with a wondrous chorus of croaking that echoed far across the fields. Their music could be heard far and wide throughout the night, marking the end of winter and the promise of spring. We considered our new home a piece of heaven.

One day in 2006, we adopted a lost male kitten that turned up on our property hungry and in need of a home. He was a short-haired, black and gray blotched tabby with astonishing markings, unlike any I had ever seen. He resembled a wild species of cat that lived in the jungle trees.

We called him Feller. I spent a great deal of time training him, and he became a member of our family. He spent his days following me everywhere I went. We played together each day inside the house with cat toys, and we created a tight bond. I became not only his friend but also his mother. We were inseparable. One day, when I decided he was large enough and old enough to have good sense, I let him go outdoors. I was cautiously aware of the coyote pack that passed through our area occasionally. Every night he slept with me on our bed. I had always been closely bonded with cats, but this cat was different. He was something special, and I swear he knew what both Jerry and I were thinking and feeling. He paid good attention to us both. He was my baby, and I was his Mom.

Feller grew big and very strong. We thought he may have been an American Shorthair, as he demonstrated excellent skills associated with the breed. They are known to be aggressive mousers, and he indeed found the right property for a home, as rodents were not in short supply. Over time, we received numerous hunting trophies, which he left behind for us on the porch: shrews, moles, house mice, field mice and different species of rats. Feller turned out to be a voracious hunter and cleaned out the mice and rats in our surround. He did his job well, and we respected him for it. He had his place in our family. We came to depend on him for rodent control. He was very loyal, affectionate and attentive to us both.

As a big cat weighing in at 16 pounds with steel claws, he lorded over our property protectively. He was solid and powerful, and he carried himself as such. On the other hand, his personality was somewhat like a faithful dog in that he came whenever he was called. He usually came running with bright eyes full of anticipation with a big, cat grin. We knew we had a special cat living with us. We were a happy and contented family of three. Life just could not get any better.

Things were going well for the three of us. We were all working and enjoying what life had to offer. We were secure. Then one afternoon, six years later, a ten-month-old, orange-striped tabby kitten with white socks, a white tuxedo and a white-tipped tail turned up on the porch. He was yowling mournfully, covered with dirt and fleas and was frightfully thin. It was apparent he had not eaten for quite a while. All his rib bones were protruding and could be counted one by one. He behaved traumatized and disenchanted. He was the unhappiest kitten I had ever seen. I adopted him at once.

I began feeding him small meals all day long, as I was concerned about the state of his digestive tract. I kept a bowl of fresh water and a soft bed for him on the porch. His eyes betrayed his lost innocence as a kitten. Grief-stricken, he began returning for the food, water and bed. Over time, he finally understood that it was all for him, and he decided we would be safe and okay. I told the kitten, You are home. We are your family now, and we want you here with us. It seemed to me that he was listening.

Feller did not find the newcomer a threat but rather watched with great interest while I attended to the needs of this sad, abandoned kitten. In my heart and mind, I reassured him that he would never go hungry again and would be safe and loved. He was with his real family now, where he belonged. We would never abandon him.

The mother hen in me shifted into high gear. My job would not be done until this lost animal was fully restored. My goal for him was optimal health, quality of life, love and happiness in this world. I was ready to protect him from the whole world single-handedly.

The first order of the day was to get a clean bill of health from our veterinarian. It took several appointments with our house-call veterinarian to get him up to speed on vaccinations and to get rid of ear mites, worms, and the like. We planned to have him neutered, once he was old enough and was settled into his new life here with us.

The kitten proved to be very gentle and well-behaved. He liked being inside the house, so I allowed him to live indoors regularly with us. I looked forward to him finding his place within our family. When the veterinarian completed all the necessary medical work and health upgrades, he told the kitten, You are a lucky cat! I sensed this was a lucky cat, but I also felt many other cats were not so fortunate, a sad and discouraging thought.

The steady, good meals were erasing the deep creases between his ribs, and he was growing longer and taller. It appeared he would be a larger cat than Feller. Slowly, his outlook on life changed, and he became more trusting of his new situation. It was the right time to give him a name. He was a graceful animal and seemed like royalty. We named him Prince. We could see