We who believe in the unexplainable, the unknowable if you will, seek each other out. It’s a need shared by true believers of every stripe. We gather together on the fringe and share stories by the campfire, or meet in congregations in buildings with stain glass windows.
I KNOW this.
I wrote a novel set in Humboldt County (the epicenter of Bigfoot activity), a book rich with both skeptics and characters who belief deeply in a large, hairy mythic creature who roams the forests of the Pacific Northwest. And then, once the book was picked up by High Hill Press and I began to promote Bigfoot Blues, I was surprised at the number of people who shyly approached me with their own personal stories of encounters with Bigfoot.
Why was I surprised by this?
Because every encounter with the unknown is personal, touches only the individual who experiences that rush of adrenaline that imprints the moment into our memory like a spiritual brand. Sharing such a moment makes the believer horribly vulnerable.
We have a primal need to share our most precious experiences, a need to gather with other believers, a desire for acceptance. It’s why people approach me at conferences or after writing workshops, sidle up with downcast eyes and share incredible stories. It’s one of the reasons I wrote Bigfoot Blues.
Saturday night at 9 CST I’ll be talking with Hunter Joe, Sarge and ParaAnne on Investigations of the Unexplained If you share a fascination with the unknown, the unexplained, please, join us, become a part of the congregation.