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July 10, 2016 · 9:44 pm

Bigfoot Early Mid July 01

We had a terrible wind storm the other day here in Blue Mtn., with many trees knocked down. Yet when I returned to Bigfoot the next day, I believe, my two little tiger figurines I had set on a small rock were still standing! I was amazed; I thought they’d be blown clear across Leola Creek to parts unknown. The forest and also plateau above them must have acted as a buffer. But even then the wind couldn’t have been that severe here… the storm must have largely passed Chesterton over somehow. And, in fact, I didn’t see any fallen branches in Bigfoot either that I noticed. Hmm…

Two new objects I imported into Chesterton this same day.

Down at Bigfeet Swamp now, I’d been meaning to take a picture of this broken cement slab near the southeast corner of 1st Road for a while now. Obviously use to be square shaped. Now broken fairly cleanly down a central diagonal. Like a broken locket?

Bigfoot Proper: I simply could not choose what objects needed to be moved up to Chesterton and what needed to stay here. So I made no large decisions this day on that matter. But we definitely have two sides of a balance in terms of Chesterton vs. Bigfoot Proper. Like black and white rocks. Like a marriage of some kind. Yin and yang, perhaps.

More Bigfoot Proper objects… for now. Speaking of yin/yang, one thing I believe that definitely belonged in Chesterton from Bigfoot Proper was that old “iron smelting plant” which actually was the top of a pressure cooker, it seems. I’ll tell more of its story down the line. I’m not sure exactly *how* the 3 main parts of the pressure cooker got back together (!). More broken pieces, that have been reunited in this case: bottom, sides, top.

A continuing theme for this post: broken or fractured rock found near Orangie Creek north of the swamp.

Another unusual “rock” nearby. I’ll have to take a closer look at this one soon.

A plastic cup and some kind of spray can embedded in the banks of Orangie. They partially inherited its color.

We move to the extreme west of Bigfoot for these next 3 pictures, including a cement decoration that I could barely budge. No way I could get it back to the swamp, let alone Chesterton uphill.

Unusual rock path along Leola Creek wedged between what I’m defining as Bigfoot and the Blue Mtn. Urban Landscape. I want to talk to the creator! But, then again, I don’t want to attract attention to myself via Bigfoot in any way, beyond the cloaking mythology of this blog.

Another object found near the cement decoration mentioned just above. This would be next to the northern edge of The Island, which I’ll have to take more pictures of soon as well. This Snow White shaped dispenser *did* make it back to Chesterton. Probably contained a fabric whitening product originally.

Snow White, eh? And I even found a kind of two staired platform for her to stand on at another part of The Island. During windier times, she can fit into that hole between the two stairs for protection.

The Chesterton “downtown” is also developing as well. I’m sure at least a handful of toy avatars will call it home soon. I’m thinking Lisa the Vegetarian should number among ’em. We’ll see. I rolled that tire in the background down from the Plateau of Raw Art this same day. It was just waiting there for me on the old high school track when I arrived; not present before. I’m seeing it as maybe a sports stadium for Chesterton. What will the attached sports mascots be? Tigers? Cheetas? (Goldfish?)

A small “forest” of plants more in northern Chesterton. I think it should be deemed a park. You can see Wireway 61 on the lower right of the picture.

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July 7, 2016 · 1:48 pm

Thoughts: Chesterton Etc. 02

“… reversed in Louisiana, with Lions the plural instead of Tigers. Instead it’s Tigerville, singular. In Chesterton yesterday there were 2 tigers on opposite sides of Wireway 61 from a lion. But at any rate, Wireway 61 resonates with Highway 61 which is, in turn, the Mighty Mississippi River itself.”

LOOK UP: How Miss. divides Lion and Tiger from each other, formerly joined at the hip. This separation also spells end of Oz rulership. Real Life begins. Birth.

Breaking of First Hoop in Chesterton at some point in the moving in of these wireways also parallels this end and new beginning.

U.S. Route 61:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._Route_61

U.S. Route 49:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._Route_49

At Jackson, U.S. Highway 49 shares an alignment with segments of Interstates 20 and 220 before turning northwest to Yazoo City. A split in the highway, rare in the U.S. system, begins here, with both routes heading into the Mississippi Delta, U.S. 49W serving the towns of Belzoni and Indianola, where it junctions U.S. Route 82 and its four-lane segment ends, while two-laned 49E serves Tchula before encountering U.S. 82 at Greenwood. Both routes continue north from 82 and are linked again at Tutwiler, Mississippi. Continuing northwest, the highway passes through an interchange with U.S. Route 61 as it enters Clarksdale. It is at Clarksdale that Highway 49 encounters “The Crossroads”, the legendary junction with State Street (an old alignment of U.S. 61) where the great blues musician Robert Johnson is reputed to have sold his soul to the devil.[6]

From Clarksdale, Highway 49 continues north toward its crossing of the Mississippi River, where it enters Arkansas near the town of Helena.

NOTE: Robert Johnson has come up in 2 separate ways recently in this blog. First, the Crossroads legend focusing on the 49-61 junction in Clarksdale has resurfaced through the crossed wireways of Chesterton, which have been identified with the 2 highways. Second, in Second Life, Quito has surfaced as a keyword in BoB (Birth of Bogato) LINK, and the Mississippi town of the same name (origin: unknown) was found to be one of 3 sites in Leflore County where Robert Johnson of 49×61 fame was reportedly buried in an unmarked grave.

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July 6, 2016 · 11:24 pm

Chesterton Early July 03

Daily visits continue to Chesterton in this kind of slow developing toy/junk happening. Today I bought 2 batches of cheap animal figurines from the local Wal Mart and Dollar Store. Nice stuff for the cost (5 dollars total). 2 tigers were within, although I didn’t plan this twinning with what I’m now calling The Tigers (conjoined construction barrels) just above and west of Chesterton. It’s something that just happened.

The longest wire of Chesterton separates the two tigers and a lion in the below photo. I believe this reinforces the idea of the wire representing the number 61, specifically connected to the famous Highway 61 and the mighty Mississippi River it parallels for the great majority of its north-south length. This is reinforced in several different ways. Check here LINK for an example.

And this is also Oz related. Have we found Oz in the center of Chesterton, as Carrcassonnee suggested we do?

There were also several plastic plants and trees included in the toy packages I bought today.

More of the toys.

Even more.

A very important melding also occurred this day of the Chesterton happening. The bottom of what appears to be a pressure cooker, already present in Chesterton, was reunited with its top coming from Bigfoot Proper down at the swamp, a key element in the happening from last fall and what I deemed an “iron smelting plant” there. More on this soon; it’s kind of, again, one of those mysterious things about the happening, about the swamp and area itself. But with this “marriage”, Chesterton appears to have truly become the dominating center of all of Bigfoot now, supplanting the swamp location.

The 61 “Wireway” passing through the cluster of new toys.

The giraffe’s head is illuminated by the evening sun.

Experiments with washer and nut sliders on the wireway.

Having finished snapping my pictures for the day, I put up my new toys all except for the 2 tigers (lower center), which remain on their rock.

Closeup of the broken First Hoop. It can also be seen at the bottom of the above photo. Wireway 61 doesn’t pass through it currently, but it did in the past and perhaps the future as well.

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July 6, 2016 · 9:05 am

Tigers

Clare. Fisher. Fishers.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fishers,_Indiana

Fishers is a city located in Fall Creek and Delaware Townships, Hamilton County, Indiana, United States, with a population of 76,794, according to the 2010 census. A suburb of Indianapolis, Fishers has grown rapidly in recent decades: about 350 people lived there in 1963, 2,000 in 1980, and only 7,200 as recently as 1990. In 2011, Fishers was named the number one city for families by The Learning Channel and was selected as a Green Community by the Indiana Association of Cities and Towns.[6] The city was named the safest in the nation by CQ Press for 2011-2012[7] and 2012-2013.[8] In 2010, Fishers was ranked eighth in the best places to live according to Money magazine,[9] America’s best affordable suburb by BusinessWeek,[10] and the eleventh best place to move in the country by Forbes.[6] Fishers was also ranked the 24th best place to live in America by Money magazine in 2005,[11] 33rd in 2006,[12] 10th in 2008, and 12th in 2012.[13]

The 2000 census reported the population of Fishers at almost 38,000.[25] With the town’s affordable homes, growing economy, and proximity to the booming city of Indianapolis and Interstate 69 the growth in Fishers was tremendous. In 2003 the town of Fishers requested a special census from the U.S. Census Bureau to accurately measure the rapid population growth since 2000.[18] This census would put the town’s population at 52,390, which is a 38 percent increase from the 2000 census.[18] Since then much of the government’s resources have been devoted to building parks, maintaining roads, and managing the rapid growth of the town.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six_Feet_Under_(TV_series)

Six Feet Under is an American drama television series created and produced by Alan Ball. It premiered on the premium cable network HBO in the United States on June 3, 2001 and ended on August 21, 2005, spanning five seasons and 63 episodes. The show was produced by Actual Size Films and The Greenblatt/Janollari Studio, and was shot on location in Los Angeles and in Hollywood studios. The show depicts members of the Fisher family, who run their funeral home in Los Angeles, and their friends and lovers. The series traces these characters’ lives over the course of five years. The ensemble drama stars Peter Krause, Michael C. Hall, Frances Conroy, Lauren Ambrose, Freddy Rodriguez, Mathew St. Patrick, and Rachel Griffiths as the show’s seven central characters.

Six Feet Under received widespread critical acclaim, particularly for its writing and acting, and consistently drew high ratings for the HBO network. Regarded by many as one of the greatest TV series of all time, it has since been included on TIME magazine’s “All-TIME 100 TV Shows”,[1] as well as Empire magazine’s “50 Greatest TV Shows of All Time” list.[2] It has also been described as having one of the finest series finales in the history of television.[3] It won numerous awards, including nine Emmy Awards, three Screen Actors Guild Awards, three Golden Globe Awards, and a Peabody Award.

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July 5, 2016 · 10:59 pm

Bigfoot Early July 02

Picture of the still central object of Chesterton, which appears to be a pot of some kind, perhaps the remains of a pressure cooker. If so, the missing *top* of the pot may be the same as the “Smelting Plant” of the original Bigfoot happening last fall. In this symbolic way, Chesterton may extend and complete the first happening of the area. It is more long term and slower to unfold.

Note should also be made of the briar growing up from the edge of the pot, whose stem was accidentally broken this day while moving in additional objects. I’m not sure the plant will live. And that wasn’t the only thing I “broke” this second day of the new happening. Oh no.

A second, smaller root hoop was discovered in Chesterton to complement the one already found the day before. Good thing, because I *broke* the first hoop. I was so mad, but in fairness to myself, it was probably a thing that was doomed to happen, since the first and larger root hoop was right on the main path I continually use in pacing back and forth through the area.

“Second Hoop” from above.

Perhaps mysterious yellow flowers laid out near the center of Chesterton. Where did they blow in from? Is it yet another message concerning the new event? I must keep notes on possible oddities like this, for that is certainly part of the happening as well.

See through leaf. Not as mysterious seeming but making for an interesting blog picture nonetheless.

First hoop before I tripped over it and broke the root. Dag Gonnit! Big clumsy foot.

A more interesting rock I bumped my knee upon while setting up railroad track the day before. Has a red mark on it in the shape of a half circle. Does it represent pain itself?

Four pieces of wire were moved from Third Road down the slope to Chesterton and Second Road. Two pieces were more or less straight (and longer), two pieces were amorphous shaped, and akin to the wire art thingie employed in the Bigfoot fall happening. LINK One of the amorphous wire pieces, pictured below, seems to trap a “native” golf ball in one of its reinforced angles.

I took this picture of fern/rock/rubber object on Third Road while gathering the wire.

Across Third Road from that cluster of objects is the landmark Construction Barrels, also known as The Tigers (I think).

The two straighter and longer wire pieces eventually formed a natural crossroads near that central pot. I believe this should be connected to the 49×61 crossroads mentioned in Whitehead Crossing lore. LINK Tomorrow, supposedly a somewhat drier day here in Blue Mountain, I may found out more information about this and other Chesterton developments.

The longest bit of wire extends from one side of Chesterton to the other. This is 61?

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June 19, 2016 · 11:19 pm

Bigfoot Mid-June

Some sunset scenes from the Plateau of Raw Art…

… before moving down into Bigfoot beyond its western edge. These photos actually come from the day before. I’ve been visiting Bigfoot almost every weekend since April, and some weekdays even. It has replaced Whitehead Crossing and Herman and Frank Parks as a whole for a woodland focus. I envision another happening taking place here soon, perhaps late summer or in the fall. But for now I’m just happy visiting and poking around the area. There’s always something new to take in, it seems.

Looking up at the lip of The Plateau from 4th or Blue Road.

These two construction barrels may now be directly relatable to tigers; that may even be their name within Bigfoot at least. There’s another one in Bigfeet Swamp, making three total for the area. As far as I know. These adjoined barrels, again, lie on the side of 3rd or Green Road.

And here’s something new I just missed before, hanging in a tree right above them: a blue and white towel. Like I said, Bigfoot comes up with at least a minor surprise ’bout every time I visit. I relate this towel to the 2 proximate barrels, but I’m not sure exactly how yet. There’s one towel and 2 barrels — 1 and 2, the original numbers, also represented as masculine and feminine archetypes. Also: father (1) and mother (2). I’ll give more details later if I decide to keep going down this line of analysis.

Bigfoot rock on 3rd/Green Rd.

The source of that orangey creek. Will it be named simply Orangie? Or perhaps Cheetah or Tiger (orange cat creatures)?

Tire just above the source of that orange seep. It’s also quite near Bigfoot Proper, which is just south and whose table and chair can be viewed through the intervening weeds if you know where to look.

Another new thing or newly observed: a smaller rock conspicuously perched on top of a larger rock, and right off the main path between Bigfoot Proper and Vincente/Chester. I don’t know how I missed it before. Is this additional evidence of meta-terrestrial activity in the region? Could very well be. The rocks lie beside In-The-Way Fern, and on the opposite side of same, right on the path this time, was the white flower of a bent over and perhaps dying daisy plant, I believe. It appeared like a marker or indicator.

There are apparently many mysteries of Bigfoot yet to be fathomed.

1st/Red/Swamp Road beyond Vincente.

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March 8, 2016 · 1:14 pm

Afterwards

Lily finds that old rowboat in her inventory and promptly rezzes it on the newborn ocean in front of *their* cottage. She tells Jack to hop in and starts to row for them, being the considerably stronger of the two and in better shape. “I promise in a month’s time we’ll be switching places,” he adds while plopping down in the boat’s passenger seat, rocking it forward. Destination: Jack’s work shed at the other pole, to see what needs to be moved to the cottage. And for another reason Lily and Jack aren’t telling their “children”.

Bendy, Prissy and visiting Tony Tiger see them off as they sail past Peter’s submerged grave. Seems like months ago that Peter used his own burial spot as a portal into the celestial sphere then *inside* the moon (as well as outside, of course) to merge with Dr. Mulholland at the Blue Feather cube. The world ocean became stable after that, not fluctuating in level and remaining translucent. But it was only 4 days ago. Time’s indeed a peculiar thing.

Halfway to their destination they also pass a waving Tilie and his new assistant Molly. “Don’t worry about us getting in your way,” the wise parrot says, knowing more of what’s going on than at least Bendy and Prissy. “And happy honeymoon!” she added. Both Jack and Lily blush slightly. “Take care, Molly,” says Jack in parting. “We’ll see you in a bit.” She and Tilie head away from the ocean bank to parts unknown.

They arrive at their destination. The new world sea ends here in this direction, filling up Big Crevice separating the work shed and Cardinal Tree, Molly’s former fixed place of residence.

“She’s made sure no one bothers us here, you know,” Lily states as she gets out of the beached boat and stares toward the dead tree with its now empty limbs. “This is *our* spot presently, our private area.” Jack rubs his chin knowingly. “She’s a sharp bird indeed. She’ll help Tilie greatly in continuing to maintain our moon. Gravity’s omni-directional now. Much easier task than before. Molly may even have time to attend night school at Crabwoo University, since all that’s opened up again. That would be exciting for her.”

“Cool,” says Lily. “I’m sure she’ll do well.”

They enter the shed. “Do you think it will fit?” Jack queries.

“Well, we’ll obviously have to move your globe out of the way,” Lily responds. They both stare at the red pins marking the limits of what Jack could see of the celestial sphere from this pole. “And then your thinking chair and the books,” Lily says, as she continues to look around. “Everything, really, *including* the cat.” She and Jack turn toward it.

“I’m not having that thing stare down on us while we’re…”

“… completing our world?” Jack finishes.

“Exactly!” exclaims Lily, joyously leaping upon his back and seeing the whole ball of wax now.

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February 29, 2016 · 8:43 am

Peter

Peter stood in the front of the window with everyone gathered around now. Bendy was still confused about the explanation Lily was providing. “So Soso is good.”

“Soso is *grrr-reat*!” exclaimed Lily, imitating their mutual friend Tony Tiger. All chuckle except Peter, who winced. “Oh, sorry Peter. His ears are still new. Well, *everything* is new.”

“So,” he replied in a squeak. “So so. So.”

“Aww, he’s so *cute*.” Lily gently pinches him on his still forming cheek. “He’s the first Peter to truly be resurrected because he’s the best. And Peter Gabriel embodies Soso to perfection with the unnamed albums, all leading up to ‘So.’ And *so* I think that’s who’s trying to form before us: Peter Gabriel.” She shrugs her shoulders quickly. “It’s just *so* exciting!”

“Ahem, you need to stop with the “so”s,” Jack requested, but with a laugh.

“So so,” repeated Peter. “So so so so.”

Prissy was nervously scratching her fins. “”But why is he a merboy?” she asked. “Like I’m a mergirl?”

“Because he is your brother, Prissy,” Lily explained. “You are only a bit older than he. How old are you now?”

“13,” came the answer. “13 weeks,” she elaborated.

“13 weeks and 2 and a 1/2 days, yes. You were born at noon. Peter here has just manifested at midnight. You are the day and night twins.” Lily then turns to Bendy. “How old are you Bendy?”

“I’m going to go with 13 as well because I don’t really the heck know.”

“Oh, that’s not true Bendy,” Jack spoke. “You know I completed you on the same day as the whale and squid fiasco. That’s why you’re so *bent* up inside; that awful thing was one of the first things you saw with your shiny new metallic beamers. And Bendy became your name because everyone knew you would become truly warped after that. And *so* it came to be… sorry Lily.”

“So so,” Peter gurgles. “So… *lo*.”

Lily claps again. Peter winces again. “Oh, so sorry Peter once more. But you’ve said your first variant word. Solo!” She tried not to be so loud this time but she felt like shouting it from the rooftop. Peter Gabriel!

Peter Gabriel?

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February 23, 2016 · 5:47 am

Goodbyes

The next morning Tony bade Jack, Bendy and Molly farewell as he continued his (to them) sideways journey around the moon, soon to be over, he claimed, as he circled back to the portal to his home world located in the next section called Farside. After watching him disappear into the drift that makes up the edges of any particular moon side, they moved toward the Cardinal Tree again and stood in front of it at an angle perpendicular to that of Tony’s exit. Both knew the time for dawdling was over.

Molly the parrot spoke up. “You will contact me, Jack, after you reach the next side. Tell me how Bart is. Tell me if Lily’s eucalyptuses are still visible just over the next edge at the South Pole. Tell me what is found on Minoan Radio. Yell and I will hear you. We may not be quite able to see each other but we will hear each other. If we speak loudly enough.”

“I will,” promised Jack. Molly had become what is called a “fixture” element, unable or unwilling to move beyond the side they had settled upon. Molly and Cardinal Tree: perhaps united forever now on the North Pole of the moon as an animal-plant composite. On the opposite side of this pole, across the divide of Big Crease, Jack was and still is in danger of becoming the same with his work shed, his celestial globe, his skynoculars. Animal elements attach to inertial plant and mineral elements through imprinting archetypes. Jack’s particular Achilles heel is the passionate pursuit of star mapping above all else. He cannot see a small part of the sky situated above the south pole on the opposite side of the moon and that is his saving grace. This would be directly above Lily’s residence; this drives him on. Once in motion around the sides of the moon you cannot stop until you circle back to the beginning, as in the Ouroboros. And Jack must always move in one direction and one direction only. North to east to south to west. Going against the grain of the moon’s built in physics leads to inevitable danger and extinction. Nectar, Ginger and others had learned that the hard way.

Jack and Bendy nod at each other and then walk forward in tandem. Molly watches them as their legs, torsos and finally heads disappear below the ground before they reach Cardinal Tree. “Goodbye Jack,” she says as tears drop from her eyes into the sand below. “Circle back as soon as possible.”

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February 22, 2016 · 10:16 am

Tony

The next day brought a visit from their good friend Tony Tiger, who travels the moon from side to side instead of up and down, like Jack and Bendy. These so-called “Sidewinders” have numbered only 3 as far as Jack could determine. There’s Tony, Jim The Eel, and, um, Nectar, who no one likes to talk about because of that terrible day they all had to watch him float off into space, never to be heard from again. Trampolines were never seen on the moon after that day as well, as Jack ripped apart the only known one piece by piece with his bare hands.

Among the two groups of moon travelers — horizontal and vertical — Bendy and Tony were especially close. Both were pets, for one thing, although Tony liked his master while Bendy did not (if you count both John Lockfry and Dr. Mulholland as one master, as Bendy started doing a while back when speaking to Tony and others). Tony talked endlessly about Lisa, and Bendy listened in rapt amazement. “She’s offered to send me to to college next year since my grades were so high among my class,” said Tony to Bendy this time in a new wrinkle. “Ringling Brothers school in the Earth state of Florida. But I had to turn her down. I’d miss *you guys* too much. And Lily. All the things I love about the moon.” Despite the differences in treatment, Tony, like Bendy, craved freedom in his heart, and escaped from his own master-pet existence back to the moon when possible. He entered through a portal and not a leap, however.

The below snapshot finds Tony and Bendy playing chase while number crunching Jack keeps a watchful eye on them from his shed to make sure things don’t get too roughhouse.

Afterwards, Tony gives Bendy more tips on his golf swing while Molly and Jack look on. Bendy dreams about turning the whole moon into a 6 hole golf course. Now all they need are some clubs, and a ball that won’t fly off the low gravity world when you hit it any sort of distance.