The Great Bigfoot Film Mystery: What really happened on October 20th 1967?
Nonfiction, Religion & Spirituality, Occult, UFOs & Unexplained Phenomena, New Age
| Author: | Jeff Hilling | ISBN: | 9781466001008 |
| Publisher: | Jeff Hilling | Publication: | December 19, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jeff Hilling |
| ISBN: | 9781466001008 |
| Publisher: | Jeff Hilling |
| Publication: | December 19, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
In 1967 Roger Patterson and Bob Gimlin set out to film the unknown. A creature of myth, legend and folklore. On October 20th of that year, they captured the image of a terrifying man-beast, in which to this day still enthralls, enchants, and bewilders both scientist and laymen alike. This book explores the depths of this amazing and enigmatic masterpiece, known as the Patterson Film.
The Patterson film is not just a film, but a fixation. The eye is never satisfied with it, as it has yet to see it enough. The psychological aspects of this motion picture are never talked about, maybe because we feel we are the only ones who have seen it in that way. None of us were there, therefore all the evidence we have exists in the present. We never have the past, ever. We make up stories about the past to explain the evidence which only exists in the present. But this is not merely a story, it is a film riddled with seemingly endless stories. Is it just simply an animal, or a perplexing joke? Or perhaps it is a being accursed from the depths of the netherworld. There are some who fear what it is, and tremble at the thought that there may be more of them out there. Unknown is what Bigfoot is and unknown is what it shall remain; either we will capture it or it will capture our minds. When you have the dream that you can't move because you are too paralyzed by fear; this is what is chasing you, this is what is chasing me. The obsession has turned into possession, and the friend I call Madness makes me wonder if I am pursuing it or if it is stalking me. Is the watcher in the woods a wildman or a gentleman? A living terror manifested into reality, captured only for a minute on film, and then vanished from existence. The Film, which is my nemesis, has become a friend to me. Like a moth to the flame, I am drawn to it knowing that it will most assuredly lead to my demise. Sweet wicked paradoxical film, you cannot deny me again! What would I give to know the answer, or what would I give to have the moments lost on you back? Hoping against all hope that the next time I watch you, that you will finally yield your secrets.
In 1967 Roger Patterson and Bob Gimlin set out to film the unknown. A creature of myth, legend and folklore. On October 20th of that year, they captured the image of a terrifying man-beast, in which to this day still enthralls, enchants, and bewilders both scientist and laymen alike. This book explores the depths of this amazing and enigmatic masterpiece, known as the Patterson Film.
The Patterson film is not just a film, but a fixation. The eye is never satisfied with it, as it has yet to see it enough. The psychological aspects of this motion picture are never talked about, maybe because we feel we are the only ones who have seen it in that way. None of us were there, therefore all the evidence we have exists in the present. We never have the past, ever. We make up stories about the past to explain the evidence which only exists in the present. But this is not merely a story, it is a film riddled with seemingly endless stories. Is it just simply an animal, or a perplexing joke? Or perhaps it is a being accursed from the depths of the netherworld. There are some who fear what it is, and tremble at the thought that there may be more of them out there. Unknown is what Bigfoot is and unknown is what it shall remain; either we will capture it or it will capture our minds. When you have the dream that you can't move because you are too paralyzed by fear; this is what is chasing you, this is what is chasing me. The obsession has turned into possession, and the friend I call Madness makes me wonder if I am pursuing it or if it is stalking me. Is the watcher in the woods a wildman or a gentleman? A living terror manifested into reality, captured only for a minute on film, and then vanished from existence. The Film, which is my nemesis, has become a friend to me. Like a moth to the flame, I am drawn to it knowing that it will most assuredly lead to my demise. Sweet wicked paradoxical film, you cannot deny me again! What would I give to know the answer, or what would I give to have the moments lost on you back? Hoping against all hope that the next time I watch you, that you will finally yield your secrets.
