Bigfoot Is Real

author’s watercolor rendering of Bigfoot experience.

I know something.

I know something you don’t.

I am an insider, in the know, and you are one of the uninitiated, the uncool, even a little ignorant, and certainly too closed-minded to get it . . . this thing that I know, that only a select few know, only among the enlightened.

Those not in the know, drift through their days like sleepwalkers, blissfully ignorant of the veiled world that lies beyond their humdrum reality. Their minds are shrouded in a thick fog of obliviousness, a condition they mistakenly consider enlightenment. It’s almost pitiful, their cheerful disregard of the intricate, concealed truths, ones that would shatter their simplistic understanding of existence.

I have the truth.

You do not.

You are not ready for this truth. This truth will blow your mind. This truth will make you question all that is around you, all the things you thought you knew to be true.

When the veil of secrecy is finally drawn back, it’s akin to waking from a dream, a bitter awakening that is both invigorating and shattering. The euphoria of enlightenment is laced with the sting of disillusionment.

You find yourself teetering on the precipice of an abyss that was previously unseen, gazing into the intricate lattice of the universe’s clandestine…