council

Blue Mountain Ronnyvoo
2015

by
Thom Cantrall

In our five year study of glyphs left us by the sasquatch people, we recorded over 20,000 individual and separate examples… Most we had no way of deciphering because they were not intended for us… Here is an exception… this occurred just outside my tent on the dry creek bank that was my nightly draining down spot. On the 3rd or 4th night of our “Blue Mountain Ronnyoo” in 2015, I exited my tent to answer nature’s call at my usual and accustomed spot when I spotted this where I normally stood while performing… Of course, I shifted things a bit and recorded what I had found. For the next 2 hours my mind contemplated what I had found… that it was meant for me, I had no doubt. Why else would it be placed where I stood?? As the sun was dawning on the world, it was dawning one me… this was a “call to council”… I was wanted in conference… I was to stand by and I would be contacted later…
In late morning, when most of the gathering was off on their own expeditions, I received that call… and I answered it. Most were gone from camp, but not all… Brian and Sue were there… Jim was there… Robin was in camp and I believe Ernie was as well…
“Come to the Point,” I was told. “Look to the top of the ridge and join us there.”
I did just that and when I looked to the top of the the ridge there were five individuals there. Two were from our host clan in B.C., Canada, where the bulk of our glyph study was being done. Of the others, one was my Teacher, Akanneesha, or Red Stripe, as he was commonly known to me for the dark red slash across his chest. Another was the local clan leader of the host clan here in the Blue Mountains of southeastern WA. The last was my special friend, Terrenneka, the 10 or 11 year old daughter of my Teacher… she of the bright red hair… She would not stand where I could see her plainly, but was hiding behind and peeking around her father’s massive tree-like legs. She had done this with me on the prior times I had seen her as well.
What followed was a conversation in a language I had never heard before, but was able to understand perfectly and, even more noteworthy, able to speak fluently. I was kept there in this conference for some minutes as they outlined to me that which they expected of us in the ensuing months with the glyph study.
When they had conveyed all they wished for me to know, they withdrew and I returned to the camp located a few yards up the flat at the bottom of the draw and to the people waiting there. I was asked immediately what that was about as those there had heard all that had happened and could see me and watch my actions and gesticulations during the conference… I answered them back… in the language I had been speaking…
A second time I tried to repeat it since they appeared confused by what, to me, was a quite simple statement. When someone asked what language I was speaking in, it dawned on me what I had done and returned to my regular English… although a bit embarrassed…
They explained to me that they had witnessed all that had happened and while they had not seen the five individuals on the hill, they had been able to hear them and listen to their speech and to my answers in this strange language…
It is with trepidation that I share this incident here, but I am being urged strongly to so do… hence here it is for you perusal…
Sue responded to the posting of this essay with the following expansion…
Susan Funkhouser The whole gathering was full of experiences, from Scouting out the site and Loegan getting an immediate answer of a wood knock in reply to her woodnock :) Robin and I each being scanned with tingles and buzzing in our feet and legs the same night in an upwards traveling movement, Watching you in conference with invisible to myself beings up a short steep bank overlooking us, hearing them walk away after your conference with the council was finished. Twigs and branches breaking, footsteps along the ridge all moving in unison. You returning and speaking in a strange language to us, I asked you to repeat it and you did the same exact paragraph a second time, your eyes were almost white colored, so pale and foggy, but returned to normal and had no idea what you had just spoken to us. Then THAT NIGHT. I slipped out of the tent to go find the little girls room a few yards down the road from the tent, leaving you and Brian inside sleeping. I remember unzipping the tent and rezipping it back up very quietly to not wake you guys up, walked a few short yards down the road, croutched down very low because I thought if either of you two came out you might see me, but it was dark and I wanted a straight line back to the tent. So right in mid stream I hear what sounds like the volume and sound of a horse peeing at the door to the tent. I remember thinking OH wow one of those guys is peeing right where me and my bare feet have to cross to get back into the tent! What size puddle is going to be there? HMPH!! then it just went on and on and on until I realized that can not be a human relieving themself, not even THOM!! ;) One of the forest people are peeing right up there where I have to walk. I was not scared, kind of giggling to myself at this point because I know they have a lot of humor, and it was possible just a sound implanted in my head anyway. When I got to the tent, yes the zipper was still zipped and both guys were still asleep or at least in the same positions in the tent they had been. I asked the next morning if either had gone outside that night, and you both had not. Still laughing and giggling remembering this all!! Thank you Thom for wanting to always pack me around with ya. <