I was listening to Coast to Coast on YouTube today about Bigfoot and sounds he is claimed to make.

The person who recorded the sounds hosts a website called Ontario Sasquatch, and whether a hoaxer or not, he did seem credible.

The sounds were scary and guttural. Female Bigfoot sounds were distinctly female, a little shrill and strange but not scary or guttural.

The person who recorded the sounds said they were “Outside the range of human sound.”

They certainly sounded like nothing a human voice could produce,
the most authentic Bigfoot sounds I’ve ever heard on the Internet.

Alleged Bigfoot recordings I’ve heard on the Internet in the past, sounded like kids pranking Bigfoot believers.

He also said Bigfoot was interdimensional, a theory I find plausible, if Bigfoot is real.

The more I read or listen to about Bigfoot, the more I find people with some credentials claiming he is real, like a forensic scientist, who claims to have had contact with Bigfoot numerous times.

Of course, it could be all fabrications and nonsense, but I find these Bigfoot alleged interactions and sightings fascinating just the same.

Bob Boyd

I’m listening this guy singing about how if you get caught between the moon and NYC, best that you can do is fall in love. I’ve been to NYC and got caught between the moon and it, but best I did was get mugged and propositioned by a woman of the night without even an iota of love in her sex business-seeking heart.

You could say, Um (I know you sometimes start sentences with um), that I probably got caught between a blue moon and NYC, which like blue moon suggests, it wouldn’t guarantee falling in love. And … um … if you were to fall in love between a blue moon and NYC, blue moon could also suggest it would be ill-fated anyway and you would only get a broken heart out of that moonlit moment in NYC.

Now I’m wondering if you fell in love between a half moon or a full moon after being caught between one of those moons in NYC, would those moon sizes have any effect on the quality of falling in love? But best that I can do is forget about this silly speculation. Besides I live in NC, where I’ve never heard of people getting caught between moons and falling in love. People are more down to earth here.

Bob Boyd

Do these people not realize how foolish they look when they rant and act crazy on social media?

Does their self awareness become suspended until legions of people respond negatively to their insane, internet outbursts?

Like the saying some things are best left unsaid, the same should apply to crazed rants on social media.

Bob Boyd

Like bright stars glittering in the night sky
Oh how we glittered in the youth of our lives
and death and old age were for others not us,
and we seemed like immortals forever.
Now we are like dying stars in darkened nights
our dreams are dead and we are dying.

Bob Boyd

He fell in love with her face but not
with what ticked inside her head.
And he didn’t really care to bother
with what made her tick behind
that seductively beautiful face.

When darkness inside her head
began to slither out,
what was ticking inside it
became disturbingly transparent
to everyone but him.
He was too far addicted to
her abundant beauty
and her bedroom charms
to see the darkness rising
until she cheated on him,
used him, and lied to him.

And left him for a wealthier man
of more use to her after he
outlived his temporary usefulness.

Bob Boyd

As she slumbered dreamily, one of the supernatural black cat monks of the Himalayas appeared in her dream.

He tapped her gently on her head and her dream turned
into a full blown, cosmic, spiritual awakening.

The black cat monk vanished, and her finite consciousness billowed out into the infinite. She became part of the sky, the stars, the planets, the galaxies, the cosmos and everything everywhere, past, present, and future.

She felt the eternal bliss consciousness of the higher Self. She basked in that incomparable ecstasy for a full day after she awoke from her slumber.

And the course of her life was altered forever. She renounced her lucrative, corporate executive position and pursued a lower paying job serving the poor, the homeless, the sick and the dying.

Bob Boyd

Hidden from the world, secreted away in the Himalayas, exist hybrid human black cat monks more powerful, more supernatural than shamans and the renown Tibetan lamas

It is said they can walk through walls, read minds, predict the future, levitate, and have many other preternatural powers.

As the lore goes, their phenomenal spiritual emanations keep saving the world from apocalyptic, cataclysmic destruction.

Sometimes they appear in people’s dreams initiating profound spiritual awakenings.

Some claim it’s the cult of the cat. I see it as the divine benevolence of the hybrid human black cat monks in the Himalayas.

Bob Boyd

The nukes keep popping up all over the world
increasing the likelihood of an all out nuclear war.
Some Ufologists believe if that day is about to come,
aliens will intercede and disarm the nukes.
I find that farfetched, but curiously there have
been UFO sightings over nuclear sites across the planet.
So maybe there’s some credence about the claim
that benevolent aliens will be the saviors of the world.

Bob Boyd

Her public persona was a good, fun loving actress.
Privately she displayed her truer self,
condescending, conceited and better than you.
If she didn’t consider you worthy of her attention,
she’d ignore you as if you were a pariah.
I hated to have found that out about her.
I used to admire her and thought she was genuine.
But you cannot always believe how actors are
by the way they act in movies and on tv interviews.

Bob Boyd

With old age, days pass faster and faster
like an Indie 500 with death at the finishing line.
In some ways I like the full throttle pace.
Disagreeably seasons pass faster.
Monthly Social Security payments come quicker.
And as I see death as an ultimate awakening,
I’m good with a quickening toward it.

Bob Boyd

In a dream one night, a werewolf appeared to him with a queen of hearts card glowing on his chest, and the werewolf was levitating over what appeared to be a body of water.

The werewolf hovered in a cross-legged position with his fingers curled in mudras. The werewolf said nothing to him in the dream, not even a howl. He wondered what the werewolf’s appearance symbolized.

He wasn’t about astrology, but he’d read that his Pisces zodiac sign is a water sign, so he wondered if the water had any astrological significance to it.

He read the appearance of a werewolf in a dream could be a sign he had hidden desires that he should allow to come out of hiding.

He read that the Queen of Hearts had significant spiritual meaning. He wondered if the dream was a sign that he was on the cusp of a momentous, spiritual awakening.

After he woke up, he went on a hike on a nearby trail and saw a queen of hearts card tacked on a tree. He thought to himself, what a curious synchronicity, and he hoped he wouldn’t see a werewolf next. And he hasn’t seen one — so far.

Bob Boyd

I’ve met many women in dreams.
Ever hear of Marilyn Monroe?
Never met her in a dream, lol.
Always unknown women,
never erotic, sometimes romantic.
Erotic could mean a succubus – egads!
Just as things start to go somewhere
like a caress and a kiss, I wake up,
as if in dreams I’m striking out, lol.

To give an amateur interpretation
of those women in my dreams,
maybe somewhere in my muted depths
I’m a repressed romantic with
romantic notions sometimes
surfacing in my nighty slumbers.

When I first had a blood cancer,
that was trying its damnedest
to take me out, I began having
dreams of women galore
practically every night.
I wondered if they were like
angels hovering around me
to guide me into the afterlife
in case the cancer killed me.

After the cancer went into remission
two years ago, I rarely had
dreams of women, except an occasional
romantic dream of an alluring one.

Bob Boyd

I can understand the lure of hanging out with bears unharmed by them.
It must have been the greatest adventure of Timothy Treadwell’s life.
I would have liked to have been able to hang out with bears like he did,
but I’d be too afraid of being killed by one, as Timothy Treadwell was in 2003.
However, it was remarkable that he survived for about 13 years among them.
Some have described him as eccentric, reckless, and deeply flawed.
They are probably right, but from watching videos of him,
I also see him as a well meaning, gentle soul who truly cared for bears
whose caring and concern for them sadly got him killed by one.
RIP Timothy Treadwell. I hope you’re in a place where humans can safely hang out with bears in mutual peace and blissful harmony.

Bob Boyd

Benny was part of our gang of friends who grew up in the poorer part of our city.
We were there for him when he was a kid and his father died and his mother had little money.
We pitched in and often brought them food and other things they needed.

When Benny got older, he always blew his money on mega lotteries, and and dreamed about getting rich.
We kidded him about that all the time until Benny won a mega million dollar lottery.

We were happy for him, but Benny changed after that fantastic mega win.
He no longer had any time for us. He looked down on us, as though we were peasants

He became an ungrateful, stuck up snob who had no more use for us. He moved to the richer side of town and blew all his money on gold digging women and fancy fair-weather friends, who all abandoned him when his winnings ran out.

Benny got so down about losing all his money and his fake girlfriends and fake friends, that he killed himself with a gun blast to his head.

And despite his abandoning us, we didn’t abandon him when he died. We pitched in to cover his funeral and attended it to pay our respects. RIP Benny

Bob Boyd

In my younger years, I used to fear dying and
the end of me and nothing more. No heaven.
No paradise. No eternal life. Nothing, like
atheists believe.

Then I had a minor epiphany. If I died and there
was nothing, there would be no me to worry about it.

Now for reasons, I cannot fully explain, even if all
the NDEs with their encouraging tales of afterlives,
even if all the paradises religions claim exist after
death, are all just illusionary, I just don’t care if
there’s nothing and if I die and become obliterated
into it.

This liberating attitude came after I was face to face
with a cancer intent on killing me, and I didn’t care
about that either. It was as if a Zen so what attitude
had been inexplicably implanted in me.

And I’m liking this liberating and better attitude about
death and dying. And because I’m like a free spirit
without a girlfriend or a wife, it will be easy for me to
let go of this life without worrying about leaving a
loved one behind. And I see Death as a friend
and not as a foe that when the time comes I’ll
calmly welcome and surrender to.

Bob Boyd

When you read or hear about people and children missing, disappearing, under so many strange and peculiar circumstances, it makes you wonder about the possible causes of the hundreds and thousands of missing people (411s).

Imagine you are walking in a line with a group of hikers
and you look back and the last hiker in the line is gone
and never found despite days and weeks of searches.

Imagine if a woman or a man goes missing and all that
is found of her or him is a pair of shoes and no other
traces are ever found and even human trackers
and search and rescue dogs never find them.

Imagine a child wanders away from a campsite and
is never seen again with not a single clue as to what
happened to that vanished child.

Imagine if aliens stealthily beam these 411s into their invisible UFOs hovering in the sky for unknown reasons.

Imagine if 411s stumble into portals and are trapped in
other dimensions forever.

Worse, imagine if interdimensional cryptids snatch them out of this existence with lightning speed.

Sure there may be rational explanations, but when you
read or hear of some of these hundreds of thousand of
cases, you see the possibility of the supernatural.

Bob Boyd

They seemed like they’d live forever,
as if their fame had turned them into immortals,
as if they’d become gods incapable of dying.
Yet, in the fleeting years and passing decades
rockstars have been dying like stars falling from the sky.
Now they’re all old, many have died, and they’re
no longer like gods and have lost their immortality.

Bob Boyd

When she dropped
her love bombs on me
my senses short circuited
my mind turned to mush
my heart blew up
with premature love
for a woman I barely knew
whose ways I hadn’t discerned

friends said something’s off with her
but I couldn’t see it
her love bombs had
taken their intended effect on me

then one day she didn’t
show up for an important date
when I was going to
ask her to marry me

I saw her on the Six O’Clock news
arrested for killing an ex-husband
in faraway Arkansas
and two more in Texas

her love bombs defused
I got down on my knees
and thanked the Lord for saving
me from getting black widowed.

Bob Boyd

Ten years ago, driving my wife to her job as a nanny in Whitsett, NC, before our marriage ended, suddenly I got this strange feeling and felt a surge in my head I thought was the beginning of a stroke. And I was at an elderly age when strokes are likely to happen.

I pulled off the highway for fear of stroking out and having an auto accident that could kill both of us.

When I didn’t stroke out, I realized what had really happened. I’d done a lot of reading that week and I was having a kundalini energy overload that began to simmer down.

Years after that spiritual energy had partially awakened in me, never reaching full blown cosmic consciousness, too much reading forced an overload of additional spiritual energy to rise up in me, sometimes causing headaches and sleepless nights. Sometimes causing the energy to unexpectedly amp up too much a day later.

I told my wife what had happened, and her response was, “That’s crazy.” I knew then that I was unequally yoked to a woman, though exotically beautiful and far younger than me, was unsupportive and incapable of understanding the deeper parts of me.

When the inevitable happened and she left me, the first thought that came to me was we never had a meeting of the minds and it was for the best that she was gone.

Bob Boyd