Elusive Lake Monster

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Does something strange lurk below the surface of Lake Tahoe?

It’s a big, blue lake. The water is cold and deep. Very deep. In some places the bottom is over 1,600 feet below the surface. Due to icy temperatures and the purity of the water if a person drowns their body often sinks, forever suspended in the frigid depths.

Even with all its breathtaking beauty, Lake Tahoe has many mysteries hidden in its depths. There is about it a kind of foreboding aura. Many times when I am near the shore I sense a presence lurking. It doesn’t necessarily feel evil but it’s unsettling enough that I always refrain from swimming or even wading in the water.

What could it be? Maybe the restless souls of those who have succumbed to those deep, cold waters over the years. I’m sure there have been more than a few. Also the American Indians who originally lived in the area considered the lake to be sacred. Perhaps their Ancestral Souls are unhappy over the arrival of the pioneers and their desecration of the area.

Or…maybe what’s lurking could be The Lake Monster. There have been reports of sightings over the years of something big. Something really big. The naysayers believe it’s probably a large Sturgeon. However with descriptions of something about the size of a battleship and a long dinosaur-like neck the idea of an over-sized Sturgeon just doesn’t work.

As could be expected the lake monster has been given a name. Tahoe Tessie, patterned after Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster. Tahoe Tessie is pictured in drawings as a smiling, good-natured monster and that might not be so far wrong. There have been no reports of a massive lake monster swallowing boatloads of people or even going out of its way to scare them out of 10 years growth.

Is there really a monster lurking in the lake? If so why haven’t more people seen it and why haven’t there been pictures taken of it? I’m inclined to think that Tessie, along with many other reported lake monsters, is an inter-dimensional creature and does not necessarily reside permanently in the lake. This could explain why all the searches in places such as Loch Ness have never found anything. If this is, in fact, the case then in all probability the lake monsters will forever remain an unsolved enigma.

Strange Light

On a bitter cold winter day, while the sky was completely overcast and snow was falling, the clouds suddenly became very dark. Almost as if the hour of midnight had arrived. Then, there appeared a large area of bright light that lit up a sharply defined section of the clouds. Although it seemed to be coming from above the clouds it was not in the right area for the sun to have caused it and there was a very strange quality about it. Especially when it began to ripple and pulse.

He watched this for several minutes while feeling a tingling energy creeping up and down his spine. He didn’t know why but he was suddenly moved to quietly say, “Ok, I know you’re there.” As soon as he said those words the light pulsed brightly twice and disappeared.

It Came From The North

The day was perfect. Clear blue sky with no clouds. Warm, but not uncomfortably so. My brother-in-law and I stood out on the front deck enjoying the unobstructed view of the nearby mountains.

Suddenly a movement brought both of us out of our reverie. Above the mountains something was crossing the sky. From the north it came, a glowing blue sphere. Trailing blue flames flecked with yellow.

It slowly descended at a fairly shallow angle and we watched it until it dropped out of sight behind the mountains.

We figured we’d see something about it in the local newspaper but never a word was printed.

What did we see? It wasn’t a meteor nor was it an airplane. It didn’t crash or it would have started a rip-roaring forest fire.

Someone once said that if you see a UFO then you are involved with it. There is no doubt in my mind that a UFO is what we saw. It marked the beginning of a new level of strange happenings in my life…and they’ve never let up.

In The Woods

It happened in the woods. I remember it as if it took place just yesterday. My first major up close and personal experience with the unseen.

It wasn’t that I had never been around trees. Houston, being only 50 miles from the coast, had lots of rain and fog. Perfect for lush growth of all kinds of trees and plants. Heck, there were trees in our back yard. But this place was different. This was dense woods. More nearly a thicket. The parents of my best friend, who lived two houses from me, owned this undeveloped land near the banks of Buffalo Bayou and they had invited me to go there with them for a day.

When we arrived I immediately found myself in completely unexpected surroundings. As I turned slowly in a circle I saw pure, wild, unblemished Nature. All kinds and sizes of trees with a variety of other plant life covering most of the ground. I was speechless. I was thrilled. I just stood there awe-struck with my mouth hanging open. I was brought out of my daze by my friend tugging on my sleeve and telling me to follow him. He said he wanted to take me to a special place he had found. He said it was magical.

As we walked along a dim path the plant life got even more lush, for we were getting closer to the bayou. Soon, the path took a sharp turn and suddenly we were in a small clearing. It was completely surrounded by dense foliage and had an otherworldly air about it. There was what appeared to be the remains of an old wall, built out of large moss covered stones. Just behind it was a huge tree with long beards of Spanish Moss hanging down from its limbs.

Quietly we made our way over to the wall and sat on a low, flat bolder that was nearby. My friend reached down and removed his shoes and socks, indicating I should do the same. Not a word was said between us. We just sat there in silence, wiggling our bare toes in the moist earth and drinking in the atmosphere of the place…and atmosphere it most certainly had.

Suddenly, there was something very special there. I felt it arrive. I closed my eyes as it wrapped its specialness around me and held me close. I could hear occasional hints of the most beautiful music. There was an almost overpowering presence of love and caring that filled me with an incredible warmth and sense of well-being.

I don’t know how long we sat there for time seemed to stand still. Eventually we heard my friend’s mother calling for us to come and eat lunch. We opened our eyes, quickly put our socks and shoes back on, and reluctantly left that place.

What did I encounter that day in the woods? I didn’t know what it was but it touched me deeply. Soul deep in fact. I was very young, but whoever or whatever it was, I knew I liked it and wanted more.

And so, on that magical day, in that magical place, so many years ago, I took my first step on what I call my path to forever.

Forlorn Highway

It’s a state road and it connects with two very busy, heavily used north/south highways.  If a traveler needs a shortcut from one of those routes to the other this road would definitely be the one to use.  Yet it is mostly bypassed.  Perhaps avoided would be more accurate.  So much so that weeds actually grow in the various cracks and potholes that dot the pavement.

Why is this?  Well, the road crosses some of the most forlorn, inhospitable landscape imaginable.  Just a glance at what’s along the roadside is enough to give anyone the creeps.  It looks like miles and miles of land that even the devil would shun.  Yet it seems unlikely that the dismalness of the area would alone be enough to deter the travelers of today who have in mind only to get where they are going as quickly as possible.

No, the problem with this road is something out of the ordinary.  Something mostly unseen but certainly felt exists not so very far from the western terminus of this road.  I do not know what lurks there but I have felt its effects on more than one occasion.  It gives one a definite sense of being threatened by impending evil and ultimate doom.  A bone chilling, soul deep foreboding that all is not well.

There are times when the air seems to thicken and the sunlight dims, as if some dreadful presence is hovering overhead and blocking the light.  Occasionally that presence can even be felt, as if a barrier is pushing against the car or even the driver’s physical body.

After making several trips through that zone and experiencing the utter terror that tries to possess the traveler it becomes very clear why this route is, and should continue to be, avoided.  The final time I drove on that road was so horrible and unsettling that I considered myself most fortunate to have escaped whatever is there.

I will not go that way again.  Nor will I divulge the location of the place, for to do so might encourage someone to foolishly go there to see what it’s like.  Take my word for it…you do not want that experience.

Freaked Out

While we ate lunch two of us talked about mystical and psychic things. About things we had heard about, witnessed, and about personal experiences connected with the strange worlds of the unseen. There were three of us there but one of the men remained quiet during the conversation.

As we got up to leave I looked directly in the eyes of the quiet one and said, “I know, you are thinking right now that the things we were talking about are a bunch of bunk. That no one with any sense at all could possibly believe a person’s mind can be read by another.”

The man’s eyes widened, he took a deep breath, then he turned and walked away without saying a word.

About an hour later the guy I’d been having the discussion with telephoned me. He was laughing so hard he could hardly talk. When he was finally able to speak, he said, “You completely freaked that other guy out. What you said he was thinking about right before he left was exactly, word for word, what was going through his mind.”

After that day the man would never have lunch with us anymore.