Re: A visual digest of my research 2012- 2017
Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2018 11:54 am
Here is a descriptive version of the West Wyalong encounter.
PROLOUGE
It is often stated that every story has a beginning ,a middle and an end.
My story defies that notion because it is no story at all.
It could be fairly stated however that my story does have a beginning, of sorts.
This story, like all good stories, takes place on a dark and lonely country road, some thirty kilometres south of a sleepy country town, situated in south western n.s.w Australia, a town named West Wyalong.
A small red hatchback vehicle turns off the lonely highway and into an unusualy deep driver rest area and onward still, down a dirt track some distance from the Highway.
The darkness of the country road from whence the car had just traveled, paled by comparison to the inky impenitreble gloom of that foreboading ground space. The wide perimeter around the rest area was bordered by a sea of trees aptly named "The Dark Forest".
The dreary gloom of deep shadow reaching out and around the many large gum trees. Deep shadows, like some strange organism, darkly spreading tendrils of black creeping over living things. Ironically the dark places were enhanced further into inky blackness by the clear bright moon above. As if allied to some cosmic battle between the forces of light and shade, intensive starlight rain down onto the thick tree canopy throwing wooded lower spaces into an eye straining contrast of bright and black edged by deep grey, robbing the site of color.
Contained within the small red hatchback, the road weary travelers settled down in the confined space of the vehicle for some much needed sleep. Darkness and gloom now combined with an utter silence punctuated only by a strangely heavy, sporadic thumping sound, heard off in the distance yet seeming to draw ever nearer to the dark rest area, the little red car and the two exhausted travelers.
Soon those thumps would be felt in the ground as well as heard in the closing distance. In all this the travelers found beauty in the natural contrasts of ground and heavens, Fooled and betrayed by the thin vaneer presented as bountiful slumber were they. The promise of peace and rest soon to fracture under the weight of their own ignorance to the strange and wild reality that crept ever nearer. Distant, rythmatic yet sequenced pounding now heavy, then lite on tree and ground. "Sounds like there's a military excersize nearby" comented the ex military man to his younger female fiancee. "Sounds like rifle blanks being fired way over there " he added, pointing off into the forest tree line.
THE BLISS OF IGNORANCE, A PROTECTIVE BUBBLE BURST
BY KNOWING A THING THE BLISSFUL DO NOT
As is well known, every good tale of woe must have a threatening protagonist in order to move the narrative forward and in this story that threatening force crept nearer with every thump. I have already stated, this is my story, a story which is no story at all. As such these pretty words of introduction and drama must give way to the documented facts of the matter as it happened in that rest area, under the moon and stars and amidst the deeply thrown shadows of surrounding gum trees and long grass. All this used against two people alone in their small red vehicle, by creatures never even acknowledged to exist by the authorities and academics that govern the lives of the many. All living in their concrete cities, surrounded by the illusion of security provided them by technologies that can never last. Part of a species that is growing weaker and further away from nature with every passing generation. All forfulled by the protective bubble ignorance provides.
The horrors creeping ever closer to the red hatchback had always lived in and evolved to become strong, robust and stealthy beings with an intelligence far surpassing any human being. Billions of years adapting to an ever changing and dangerous environment, confronting hardship with cunning ,guile and aggression in the real world, the hard, fierce violent real world.The same world that once, long ago gave breath to giant creatures meters tall and protected by thick hide, strong bones ,armed with huge teeth and claw sets. Yet even these titans were found wanting by the destructive forces of nature.
Over all that time these superior, extremely robust and capable beings have existed outside the influences of weak and greedy human beings and their backwards society that rewards the physically weakest gene pool with wealth and over abundance. 200,000 years of degeneration via a mutation that created the tool maker and began the gradual decline of a species,through greed and laziness both catered for even today by tool makers. We call it technology.
Despite thousands of sightings,these giants of evolutionary practicality remain unclassified as a real species of robust upright primate simply because human beings do not trust one another and are moraly ambiguious with the truth. Even in todays world of vanishing habitat these creatures numbers are increasing as never before for the simple reason that humans no longer live on the land, we live in malls nd cities, we remain indoors most of the time because exposure to our own natural environmemnt will kill us in three days if we are unclothed and unsuplied with technolgy. This is an absurd outcome for a species living at a time when the planet has never been so stable and accomadating to all life.
So there we sat my fiancee and I in that parking bay off shoot in our little red car, oblivious to the rapid but stealthy and strategic approach of what I still assume was a family klan of What we call Yowies. Despite having served in the military for twelve years most of it field force .On that night I was tricked, trapped outflanked and crippled by what I think was a very old Yowie, I noticed liver spots or cancers on its balding head and in the light its hair or fur color was grey. My fiancee became the target of a massive alpha male. To this day she has night terrors.
Here then is the full account of my story that is no story at all, rather it was an even that has changed forever the intended course of my life.
It all started with a call to Mylenes mobile phone from her much loved adoptive mother whom resides to this day in Port Augusta, South Australia. At the time we were living at Palm Cove near Cairns in Far north Queensland
Whilst traveling by road along the A24 from Sydney to Port Augusta in South Australia, on 18.1.2012 my fiancée and I being tired from a long days travel, pulled into a parking bay set some distance off the road around thirty kms south of West Wyalong. The parking bay had a few blue rubbish bins set onto white posts,the contents of the bins for the most part had been scattered around the area.
Upon stopping near two trees that stood alone in the bay we set about moving our baggagefrom the rear of the Holden Astra hatchback into the two front seats so that we might make a bed in the back of the car for a few hours’ sleep.
Having set up the rear of the car, we were taking in the clear starry night and discussing how fantastic the night sky looked. Just then my fiancée noticed a strange glow coming from a tree some 30 meters to the front of the car. It was not the moon which was in clear view, nor was it any sort of reflection. The glow was quite small and quite incandescent, alternating from red to blue through to orange, that with time grew into a bright white light that seemed to creep up the length of the tree pulsating all the while. We found this intriguing but not unduly scary and made the location quite interesting to say the least. Sadly this did not last long as suddenly a series of three very loud knocks began to issue from a tree line some ten meters behind the light phenomenon and slightly to the right of it.
The knocks continued in threes and stopped when I pointed a flashlight in that direction, only to begin again once the light was turned off. Having had a previous encounter with what is known as a yowie ironicly enough on the Palm Cove property boundry
I got out of the car and told my fiancée to close and lock the doors and to then remove the baggage from the drivers and passengers seats. As I did so the knocking grew louder and closer.
I asked my fiancée to hand me a knife and a digital camera which had a powerful flash. As she moved the bags I walked the perimeter of the parking bay with the flashlight pointed towards the knocking sounds, which stopped again as I did so. Just then I heard a guttural semi conversation followed by a very loud growling yell, the like of which I have never. This in fact made me very angry and I copied the growling noise and yelled back at the shadowy menace. I was afraid for my fiancée's well being thinking to myself that if these things were male and they happened to kill me she would be in severe danger. They seemed to be circling us and had separated from a group of three into individuals to my left, right and front however due to the darkness of the shadowy off road rest area I had no real sense of distance.
My fiancée kept calling out to me saying that there were a sounds near her side of the car of which I was on the opposite side. She said that she had heard twigs snapping nearby and had seen a large shadow rise out of the long grass in the darkness.
Just then two heavy objects I assumed at the time were stones were thrown at me one hitting my right foot with a great deal of force and as I later learned had separated the metatarsal in my right foot. I returned at a later date and recovered the object that had damaged my foot. It turned out to be an old rusted, cast Iron tow bar of considerable weight. To this day I still have that murderously wicked piece of pig iron.
To my immediate front there was a sizable gum tree of some girth as the chunk of metal hit my foot I stumbled forward and the second object missed and only because the first missile had found its mark. On impact I half stumble half fell towards the tree the clumsy stumble also caused my finger to jerk on the camera in my hand, firing the cameras flash off in front of me, exactly when a freakishly long and muscular, grey hued arm made three lightning fast swipes at me, missing the intended mark of my abdomen only by the grace of the pure dumb luck having stumbling forward and setting off the flash directly into the creatures face. In that bright brief flash of light I managed to catch a brief look at my attacker.
The thing had grey stringy lengths of matted hair that in places hung like long dreadlocks at uneven lengths from its arms arms, and flanks. The body musculature that I glimpsed under those weirdly long sporadic hair clumps was sinewy and massive yet lean, its skin from the motion I witnessed was loose and on its body and flabby with the clear signs of old age. All I clearly remember of its head and face was the impression of liver spots or sun cancers. It was completely almost bald with a few strands of long grey hair flailing around by its motion.It was clearly in its twilight years and looked on retrospect to be older than time yet still lightning fast and clearly very powerful still.
The three missed timed glancing swipes at the right side of my body from armpit to hip was raked a glancing blow by three painfully sharp talons. My right shoulder was also raked by the nasty barbs on the creatures long fingered hand. The sharp talons or nails of the thing ripped through the shirt I had been wearing like toilet paper. It must be stated here that the account of this attack gives an extremely false sense of time to the events just described, in truth it was a matter of seconds at most. The physical repercussions of the attack were to last far longer.
Had I not stumbled forward that wicked appendage would have had me in its wicked clutches. My shoulder is still arthritic at times of cold weather.The foot injury caused the most intensive and prolonged pain I have ever felt, For months afterward I wished it had broken instead of the metatarsal join being completely separated and the nerve crushed. I almost screamed myself to sleep every night until finally the nerve in my foot died. This injury causes me pain and discomfort even the now.
I honestly believe that the main object theses creatures intentions was my fiancee Mylene, whom was menstrating at the time of the incident. I was simply an incidental matter left to be dealt with by an elderly creature. With that said I do not mean to detract or dilute the shear physicality of this ancient thing. At that time I was extremly fit and stronger than most men of my build, having been battered into shape by working in Sydney as a furniture removalist for fifteen years, whilst training in a full contact karate ,no pads style called Kyokoshinkia. All that on top of twelve years of ,military service most of that in feild force units. Also having worked at various unarmed construction site night security companys. None of that mattered in the slightest that night. I firmly belive that the meanest human being ever to have walked the earth would pale to insignificance to the shear physicality of this old man Yowie.
Please take that into consideration when I say that my fiancee Mylene refuses to openly talk of the massive alpha that had openly approached her as she struggled to move our luggage from the driver and passenger seats back into the rear of the red hatchback. At which point she would have looked up and witnessed that massive, hairy alpha ,Juggernaut in close proximity to her only separated from the giant monster by a few millimeters of fabricated steel and glass. I caught its shadow alone and never had eyes on it but my guess would be near ten feet tall and three feet across each shoulder. To her credit through the abject terror and the sting of hysterical tears, this plucky red headed woman with a beautiful loving heart and generous nature, whom never harmed a soul in her life and yet had been brutally treated by her psychotic and cowardly ex- husband for years, whom had by the in effective actions of the authorities had lost contact with her two young sons left in her adopted mothers long term care as she was forced to flee South Australia with a train ticket to Sydney her possession only along with the cloths on her back.
Preying that Mylene had gotten all the bulky amassed luggage of two adults from the front seats of the little car into the rear of the vehicle and then manage to start the hatchback, put it into gear and do it all before that massive beast could rip the car door from its hinges. Through the adrenaline now pumping blood so hard through my body I couldn't hear, in fact to this day I have no memory of any sound after the camera flash had gone off in the face of the elderly monster that had accosted me. I was determined to live long enough to cause the hulking monstrosity to be distracted at least for a moment by firing camera flash after camera flash in its direction. Knowing in those few moments that my death was a certainty.
Dreadfully time itself seemed to have slowed almost to a stand still, milliseconds streched on for all eternity and yet I had managed to stumble towards the one sound that penetrated the fog my senses seemned encased in,the sound of the now mobile little red hatchback. Mylene had managed to get the little hatchback started, put into gear and mobile. All the while with the massive behemoth bearing down on her. I hoped to at least live long enough to see her now certain escape from this lonely place of very real monsters. However Instead of hearing the receding sound of the car leaving the area the slound grew louder. I was shoked out of this dim state of mind by the blinding pain of the cars driver side tyre ontop of my crippled foot. And the paniced voice of the plucky red head behind the wheel and screaming at me to get in the back. I replied by saying "Get the f&$% off my fucken foot and I will." Then just as quick as it had all began it was over and we were back on the A29 hyway headed once again towards West Wyalong. On the Drive from this place to that place, neither one of us spoke a single word.
We drove to a service station on the outskirts of West Wyalong and I breifly told the attenndant what had just happened just a few kilometres from his place of work and the town and to my surprise the guy seemed unimpressed.
As to why this had all happened in the first place? I can only assume that we had inadvertently stumbled onto a group of yowies scavenging the parking bay bins. As for the weird lights? I can offer no clue, suffice to say since thatin the years since the incident in 2012, I have read or listened to many eye witness statements that talk of lights being associated with similar creatures worlwide .
Mylene did not speak of the attack with anyone including her therapist until late in 2017 whilst driving her sister whom she had not seen in years, from the Brisbane suburb of Annalla 150 kilometers west to the country town of Roma It was during this lengthy night drive and whilst I was filming the Warrigal highway as part of a video I was shooting that she suddenly began telling the story to her sister, this strange video segment is now posted online with her consent of course. Mylene has not repeated this conversation since then.
After that night of genuine horror in 2012 I had an important decision to make. To repress the event and try and rejoin the ranks of the Blissfully ignorant, full well knowing that to speak of the incident was to be riddiculed by those people both close to me and the by the faceless people which would surely re-tell the tale as a curious story related to them by some guy whose name they cant remember.
The alternative choice was to learn as much as I possibly could about those truly bizarre and horrifying creatures. To openly discuss not only the awful night in that lonely parking bay, but to promote the dangers potentially posed to the public through no fault of the creatures themselves, as they are just living their lives and doing what they do. No, indeed the dangers posed to the public stem from ignorant authorities, academics and politicians whom despite thousands of sightings and encounters dating back 60,000 years when Indigenous oral tradition is added to historical and modern accounts of the creatures ,refuse to invest a single cent into accurate and ongoing scientific study into a of a being that has shared this planet with us for millennia but is officially classified and regarded as a complete nonsense. That thousands of credible people are all liars or dont know a dog from a kangaroo. The hypocrisy of this is situation is highlighted by the fact that ancient mythology is part of the syllabus in every academic institution in the western world. In Australia our schools don't even have enough respect to teach young minds indigenous dialects that have been in use by the original population of this country for sixty thousand years plus.
What chance is there that academics will fund a search for the Australian Yowie that even traditionals will tell anyone that cares to listen, the creature was here when the originals arrived (again) sixty thousand plus years ago.
Now as of 2017 and six years since the West Wyalong encounter I have studied every available source of information on this critical topic. since then I have been researching these amazing co-evolved paradoxically intelligent beings, denizens of the natural world, in a full time capacity. I am out in the cold, late at night and in the 36 degree heat, in and out of truly dangerous places for one reason and one reason alone. To obtain enough clear and unmistakable footage of these beings , not in order to convince academics, scientists or politicians but to to educate and inform the public through this , perhaps in times distant from now the weight of public opinion will force the issue to be recognised and generate positive outcomes for them and for us.
What you are about to read is a long thought out and reasonable theory explaining the probable origin of the original Australian upright intelligent being we mistakenly call the Yowie.
Regards
PROLOUGE
It is often stated that every story has a beginning ,a middle and an end.
My story defies that notion because it is no story at all.
It could be fairly stated however that my story does have a beginning, of sorts.
This story, like all good stories, takes place on a dark and lonely country road, some thirty kilometres south of a sleepy country town, situated in south western n.s.w Australia, a town named West Wyalong.
A small red hatchback vehicle turns off the lonely highway and into an unusualy deep driver rest area and onward still, down a dirt track some distance from the Highway.
The darkness of the country road from whence the car had just traveled, paled by comparison to the inky impenitreble gloom of that foreboading ground space. The wide perimeter around the rest area was bordered by a sea of trees aptly named "The Dark Forest".
The dreary gloom of deep shadow reaching out and around the many large gum trees. Deep shadows, like some strange organism, darkly spreading tendrils of black creeping over living things. Ironically the dark places were enhanced further into inky blackness by the clear bright moon above. As if allied to some cosmic battle between the forces of light and shade, intensive starlight rain down onto the thick tree canopy throwing wooded lower spaces into an eye straining contrast of bright and black edged by deep grey, robbing the site of color.
Contained within the small red hatchback, the road weary travelers settled down in the confined space of the vehicle for some much needed sleep. Darkness and gloom now combined with an utter silence punctuated only by a strangely heavy, sporadic thumping sound, heard off in the distance yet seeming to draw ever nearer to the dark rest area, the little red car and the two exhausted travelers.
Soon those thumps would be felt in the ground as well as heard in the closing distance. In all this the travelers found beauty in the natural contrasts of ground and heavens, Fooled and betrayed by the thin vaneer presented as bountiful slumber were they. The promise of peace and rest soon to fracture under the weight of their own ignorance to the strange and wild reality that crept ever nearer. Distant, rythmatic yet sequenced pounding now heavy, then lite on tree and ground. "Sounds like there's a military excersize nearby" comented the ex military man to his younger female fiancee. "Sounds like rifle blanks being fired way over there " he added, pointing off into the forest tree line.
THE BLISS OF IGNORANCE, A PROTECTIVE BUBBLE BURST
BY KNOWING A THING THE BLISSFUL DO NOT
As is well known, every good tale of woe must have a threatening protagonist in order to move the narrative forward and in this story that threatening force crept nearer with every thump. I have already stated, this is my story, a story which is no story at all. As such these pretty words of introduction and drama must give way to the documented facts of the matter as it happened in that rest area, under the moon and stars and amidst the deeply thrown shadows of surrounding gum trees and long grass. All this used against two people alone in their small red vehicle, by creatures never even acknowledged to exist by the authorities and academics that govern the lives of the many. All living in their concrete cities, surrounded by the illusion of security provided them by technologies that can never last. Part of a species that is growing weaker and further away from nature with every passing generation. All forfulled by the protective bubble ignorance provides.
The horrors creeping ever closer to the red hatchback had always lived in and evolved to become strong, robust and stealthy beings with an intelligence far surpassing any human being. Billions of years adapting to an ever changing and dangerous environment, confronting hardship with cunning ,guile and aggression in the real world, the hard, fierce violent real world.The same world that once, long ago gave breath to giant creatures meters tall and protected by thick hide, strong bones ,armed with huge teeth and claw sets. Yet even these titans were found wanting by the destructive forces of nature.
Over all that time these superior, extremely robust and capable beings have existed outside the influences of weak and greedy human beings and their backwards society that rewards the physically weakest gene pool with wealth and over abundance. 200,000 years of degeneration via a mutation that created the tool maker and began the gradual decline of a species,through greed and laziness both catered for even today by tool makers. We call it technology.
Despite thousands of sightings,these giants of evolutionary practicality remain unclassified as a real species of robust upright primate simply because human beings do not trust one another and are moraly ambiguious with the truth. Even in todays world of vanishing habitat these creatures numbers are increasing as never before for the simple reason that humans no longer live on the land, we live in malls nd cities, we remain indoors most of the time because exposure to our own natural environmemnt will kill us in three days if we are unclothed and unsuplied with technolgy. This is an absurd outcome for a species living at a time when the planet has never been so stable and accomadating to all life.
So there we sat my fiancee and I in that parking bay off shoot in our little red car, oblivious to the rapid but stealthy and strategic approach of what I still assume was a family klan of What we call Yowies. Despite having served in the military for twelve years most of it field force .On that night I was tricked, trapped outflanked and crippled by what I think was a very old Yowie, I noticed liver spots or cancers on its balding head and in the light its hair or fur color was grey. My fiancee became the target of a massive alpha male. To this day she has night terrors.
Here then is the full account of my story that is no story at all, rather it was an even that has changed forever the intended course of my life.
It all started with a call to Mylenes mobile phone from her much loved adoptive mother whom resides to this day in Port Augusta, South Australia. At the time we were living at Palm Cove near Cairns in Far north Queensland
Whilst traveling by road along the A24 from Sydney to Port Augusta in South Australia, on 18.1.2012 my fiancée and I being tired from a long days travel, pulled into a parking bay set some distance off the road around thirty kms south of West Wyalong. The parking bay had a few blue rubbish bins set onto white posts,the contents of the bins for the most part had been scattered around the area.
Upon stopping near two trees that stood alone in the bay we set about moving our baggagefrom the rear of the Holden Astra hatchback into the two front seats so that we might make a bed in the back of the car for a few hours’ sleep.
Having set up the rear of the car, we were taking in the clear starry night and discussing how fantastic the night sky looked. Just then my fiancée noticed a strange glow coming from a tree some 30 meters to the front of the car. It was not the moon which was in clear view, nor was it any sort of reflection. The glow was quite small and quite incandescent, alternating from red to blue through to orange, that with time grew into a bright white light that seemed to creep up the length of the tree pulsating all the while. We found this intriguing but not unduly scary and made the location quite interesting to say the least. Sadly this did not last long as suddenly a series of three very loud knocks began to issue from a tree line some ten meters behind the light phenomenon and slightly to the right of it.
The knocks continued in threes and stopped when I pointed a flashlight in that direction, only to begin again once the light was turned off. Having had a previous encounter with what is known as a yowie ironicly enough on the Palm Cove property boundry
I got out of the car and told my fiancée to close and lock the doors and to then remove the baggage from the drivers and passengers seats. As I did so the knocking grew louder and closer.
I asked my fiancée to hand me a knife and a digital camera which had a powerful flash. As she moved the bags I walked the perimeter of the parking bay with the flashlight pointed towards the knocking sounds, which stopped again as I did so. Just then I heard a guttural semi conversation followed by a very loud growling yell, the like of which I have never. This in fact made me very angry and I copied the growling noise and yelled back at the shadowy menace. I was afraid for my fiancée's well being thinking to myself that if these things were male and they happened to kill me she would be in severe danger. They seemed to be circling us and had separated from a group of three into individuals to my left, right and front however due to the darkness of the shadowy off road rest area I had no real sense of distance.
My fiancée kept calling out to me saying that there were a sounds near her side of the car of which I was on the opposite side. She said that she had heard twigs snapping nearby and had seen a large shadow rise out of the long grass in the darkness.
Just then two heavy objects I assumed at the time were stones were thrown at me one hitting my right foot with a great deal of force and as I later learned had separated the metatarsal in my right foot. I returned at a later date and recovered the object that had damaged my foot. It turned out to be an old rusted, cast Iron tow bar of considerable weight. To this day I still have that murderously wicked piece of pig iron.
To my immediate front there was a sizable gum tree of some girth as the chunk of metal hit my foot I stumbled forward and the second object missed and only because the first missile had found its mark. On impact I half stumble half fell towards the tree the clumsy stumble also caused my finger to jerk on the camera in my hand, firing the cameras flash off in front of me, exactly when a freakishly long and muscular, grey hued arm made three lightning fast swipes at me, missing the intended mark of my abdomen only by the grace of the pure dumb luck having stumbling forward and setting off the flash directly into the creatures face. In that bright brief flash of light I managed to catch a brief look at my attacker.
The thing had grey stringy lengths of matted hair that in places hung like long dreadlocks at uneven lengths from its arms arms, and flanks. The body musculature that I glimpsed under those weirdly long sporadic hair clumps was sinewy and massive yet lean, its skin from the motion I witnessed was loose and on its body and flabby with the clear signs of old age. All I clearly remember of its head and face was the impression of liver spots or sun cancers. It was completely almost bald with a few strands of long grey hair flailing around by its motion.It was clearly in its twilight years and looked on retrospect to be older than time yet still lightning fast and clearly very powerful still.
The three missed timed glancing swipes at the right side of my body from armpit to hip was raked a glancing blow by three painfully sharp talons. My right shoulder was also raked by the nasty barbs on the creatures long fingered hand. The sharp talons or nails of the thing ripped through the shirt I had been wearing like toilet paper. It must be stated here that the account of this attack gives an extremely false sense of time to the events just described, in truth it was a matter of seconds at most. The physical repercussions of the attack were to last far longer.
Had I not stumbled forward that wicked appendage would have had me in its wicked clutches. My shoulder is still arthritic at times of cold weather.The foot injury caused the most intensive and prolonged pain I have ever felt, For months afterward I wished it had broken instead of the metatarsal join being completely separated and the nerve crushed. I almost screamed myself to sleep every night until finally the nerve in my foot died. This injury causes me pain and discomfort even the now.
I honestly believe that the main object theses creatures intentions was my fiancee Mylene, whom was menstrating at the time of the incident. I was simply an incidental matter left to be dealt with by an elderly creature. With that said I do not mean to detract or dilute the shear physicality of this ancient thing. At that time I was extremly fit and stronger than most men of my build, having been battered into shape by working in Sydney as a furniture removalist for fifteen years, whilst training in a full contact karate ,no pads style called Kyokoshinkia. All that on top of twelve years of ,military service most of that in feild force units. Also having worked at various unarmed construction site night security companys. None of that mattered in the slightest that night. I firmly belive that the meanest human being ever to have walked the earth would pale to insignificance to the shear physicality of this old man Yowie.
Please take that into consideration when I say that my fiancee Mylene refuses to openly talk of the massive alpha that had openly approached her as she struggled to move our luggage from the driver and passenger seats back into the rear of the red hatchback. At which point she would have looked up and witnessed that massive, hairy alpha ,Juggernaut in close proximity to her only separated from the giant monster by a few millimeters of fabricated steel and glass. I caught its shadow alone and never had eyes on it but my guess would be near ten feet tall and three feet across each shoulder. To her credit through the abject terror and the sting of hysterical tears, this plucky red headed woman with a beautiful loving heart and generous nature, whom never harmed a soul in her life and yet had been brutally treated by her psychotic and cowardly ex- husband for years, whom had by the in effective actions of the authorities had lost contact with her two young sons left in her adopted mothers long term care as she was forced to flee South Australia with a train ticket to Sydney her possession only along with the cloths on her back.
Preying that Mylene had gotten all the bulky amassed luggage of two adults from the front seats of the little car into the rear of the vehicle and then manage to start the hatchback, put it into gear and do it all before that massive beast could rip the car door from its hinges. Through the adrenaline now pumping blood so hard through my body I couldn't hear, in fact to this day I have no memory of any sound after the camera flash had gone off in the face of the elderly monster that had accosted me. I was determined to live long enough to cause the hulking monstrosity to be distracted at least for a moment by firing camera flash after camera flash in its direction. Knowing in those few moments that my death was a certainty.
Dreadfully time itself seemed to have slowed almost to a stand still, milliseconds streched on for all eternity and yet I had managed to stumble towards the one sound that penetrated the fog my senses seemned encased in,the sound of the now mobile little red hatchback. Mylene had managed to get the little hatchback started, put into gear and mobile. All the while with the massive behemoth bearing down on her. I hoped to at least live long enough to see her now certain escape from this lonely place of very real monsters. However Instead of hearing the receding sound of the car leaving the area the slound grew louder. I was shoked out of this dim state of mind by the blinding pain of the cars driver side tyre ontop of my crippled foot. And the paniced voice of the plucky red head behind the wheel and screaming at me to get in the back. I replied by saying "Get the f&$% off my fucken foot and I will." Then just as quick as it had all began it was over and we were back on the A29 hyway headed once again towards West Wyalong. On the Drive from this place to that place, neither one of us spoke a single word.
We drove to a service station on the outskirts of West Wyalong and I breifly told the attenndant what had just happened just a few kilometres from his place of work and the town and to my surprise the guy seemed unimpressed.
As to why this had all happened in the first place? I can only assume that we had inadvertently stumbled onto a group of yowies scavenging the parking bay bins. As for the weird lights? I can offer no clue, suffice to say since thatin the years since the incident in 2012, I have read or listened to many eye witness statements that talk of lights being associated with similar creatures worlwide .
Mylene did not speak of the attack with anyone including her therapist until late in 2017 whilst driving her sister whom she had not seen in years, from the Brisbane suburb of Annalla 150 kilometers west to the country town of Roma It was during this lengthy night drive and whilst I was filming the Warrigal highway as part of a video I was shooting that she suddenly began telling the story to her sister, this strange video segment is now posted online with her consent of course. Mylene has not repeated this conversation since then.
After that night of genuine horror in 2012 I had an important decision to make. To repress the event and try and rejoin the ranks of the Blissfully ignorant, full well knowing that to speak of the incident was to be riddiculed by those people both close to me and the by the faceless people which would surely re-tell the tale as a curious story related to them by some guy whose name they cant remember.
The alternative choice was to learn as much as I possibly could about those truly bizarre and horrifying creatures. To openly discuss not only the awful night in that lonely parking bay, but to promote the dangers potentially posed to the public through no fault of the creatures themselves, as they are just living their lives and doing what they do. No, indeed the dangers posed to the public stem from ignorant authorities, academics and politicians whom despite thousands of sightings and encounters dating back 60,000 years when Indigenous oral tradition is added to historical and modern accounts of the creatures ,refuse to invest a single cent into accurate and ongoing scientific study into a of a being that has shared this planet with us for millennia but is officially classified and regarded as a complete nonsense. That thousands of credible people are all liars or dont know a dog from a kangaroo. The hypocrisy of this is situation is highlighted by the fact that ancient mythology is part of the syllabus in every academic institution in the western world. In Australia our schools don't even have enough respect to teach young minds indigenous dialects that have been in use by the original population of this country for sixty thousand years plus.
What chance is there that academics will fund a search for the Australian Yowie that even traditionals will tell anyone that cares to listen, the creature was here when the originals arrived (again) sixty thousand plus years ago.
Now as of 2017 and six years since the West Wyalong encounter I have studied every available source of information on this critical topic. since then I have been researching these amazing co-evolved paradoxically intelligent beings, denizens of the natural world, in a full time capacity. I am out in the cold, late at night and in the 36 degree heat, in and out of truly dangerous places for one reason and one reason alone. To obtain enough clear and unmistakable footage of these beings , not in order to convince academics, scientists or politicians but to to educate and inform the public through this , perhaps in times distant from now the weight of public opinion will force the issue to be recognised and generate positive outcomes for them and for us.
What you are about to read is a long thought out and reasonable theory explaining the probable origin of the original Australian upright intelligent being we mistakenly call the Yowie.
Regards