Hello, and welcome to another spine tingling tale of the mysterious and outrageous.
To day, I take you on a journey into the mystery of missing for
one one. This is your weekly dose of the real world guise where the
boundaries of reality are tested. I am the Ghost, a dark operative on
the dark Web specializing in the mysterious and outrageous. Join me and the team
as we dive into the mystery of the missing Abbot brothers in Yosemite National Park.
Here is the request as it was sent in to me. Subject urgent
assistance needed mysterious disappearance in Yosemite. Dear Ghost, I hope this message finds
you well. I'm facing an inexplicable situation that has left me desperate for answers.
I believe your unique expertise can help unravel the unfortunate circumstance that has befallen
my family. I am Michael Abbott, a Wall Street financial analyst driven by
facts, but the circumstance I am in transcends the rational. My son's vanished
during a hike in Yosemite National Park, a turn of events that's deeply troubling.
Adding to the mystery, I received an unsettling voicemail from my eldest son
just before their disappearance. His urgency seemed beyond words, as if trying to
convey something inexplicable. Authority's efforts have yielded no results, and any search for
them has been abandoned. Desperate, I turned to you Ghost. Your capabilities
in investigating the paranormal are renowned. The events in Yosemite demand insight like yours.
I implore you to consider this case. Time is of the essence.
If you are willing let me know the steps, my resources are at your
disposal to uncover the truth behind this baffling conundrum. Thank you for your time.
I eagerly await your response. Sincerely, Michael Abbot. This quest came
in over my secured dark webline, just like all the others do, and
it's from this Michael Abbot. Not your typical client, mind you. This
guy's a Wall Street financial analyst, straight from the heart of the financial jungle.
You'd think he's got nerves of steel, the type that can handle market
mayhem without flinching. But this isn't your average turmoil. There's an edge to
this situation, a nuance that graphs and predictions just can't pin down. I
read his message, desperation practically dripping from every word. Now, men like
Abbot, they're adept at keeping their cool even when the stocks don't right.
But this is personal. His two sons vanishing during a hike in the notorious
Yosemite National Park. This isn't the run of the mill missing hiker case.
Abbot's no stranger to his own flesh and blood. Any senses it in his
bones that something is off. Then there's that voicemail from his eldest son,
Urgency hiding in the words that my friends is a mystery in itself. For
the first meeting, I decided to bring Harley along to help size up Abbot's
headspace. We meet in the heart of the financial hub, but opted for
a quiet cafe away from the wall street chaos. There we were across from
a man oozing intellect, dressed sharper than attack, but he had despair in
his eyes, a storm cloud above him. We did the introduction, sailed
through his queries. The kind of guy who's done his homework, That's who
this was. And then he poured his story out. He talked about his
sons, his family, the days leading up to the vanishings. His voice
shook when he spoke of that haunting voicemail. It was as though he wrestled
with puzzle pieces, as if the whole scenario defied comprehension. How his sons
could simply up and disappear into thin air was definitely a mystery. He didn't
believe that they had just left on their own accord, as the authorities thought.
Maybe had happened. But don't they always think that we all know how
this happens in the national parks, right, We've all heard of this.
So this one, this one, this was something that we needed to figure
out, and Harley and I didn't waste any time. We returned to our
temporary headquarters and dived head first into gathering every scrap of information available about the
Abbot family, their history, their connections, and of course, the mysterious
Yosemite National Park. In the meantime, the rest of the team arrives.
Rider, Jagger, Frankie, and Scarlett work together, digging into the family's
background, cross referencing data points and mapping out possible patterns. Rider delved deep
into the medical histories, while Jagger pulled up satellite images of the park itself,
identifying any unusual geographical formations or disturbances. We need anything and everything we
can on this folks. Taking the information from Michael, Frankie was the one
to pinpoint the young Abbot's last known location with in the park, and he
marked it on the map, making it our initial point of interest. And
then Scarlett ends up tracing it back, looking into ancient legends and myths associated
with Yosemite, just in case there was something we could all know here,
but there wasn't much. We have to check it all out, though,
and that meant we would obviously have to investigate on site. So after we
did everything we could online and research wise, it was time to move.
It was time to pack it up and get out there venture into the wilderness
of Yosemite National Park to the very heart of all of this and whatever it
was that had swallowed up Michael Abbott's sons, Max the oldest and Owen the
youngest. We left the forever busy of New York and embraced the total opposite
the tranquility of the National Park, well tranquility for some, but an airing
mystery for us. We got everything together and took off for the park,
and as we navigated the winding roads, you couldn't help but feel the transition
one from the city to nature, of course, but then also from not
even having a request to all of a sudden diving right in into the unknown
with a whole new job. It's always an exciting moment when we're about to
get everything started, but you're also a little anxious because you know you're going
to dive in without being able to turn around. I mean, you can't
change your mind when we go in. We're in until the end, all
right. Well, we brought an array of tools and devices, of course,
to name a few, Harley carried a sophisticated electronic voice Phenomena recorder,
ready to capture any messages that might be out there. Rider's backpack held the
unique combination of forensics tools and prayer normal sensors, and then Scarlett had her
relic analysis kit's nestled securely in her pack. We were covering all our bases
as we crept through the darkness. Every snap of a twig or rustle of
leaves got our attention. We were on high alert. You know, the
forest always seems to play tricks on you in the dark and we know that
something happened right where we are going, and that adds a little bit of
creep to everything. Upon our arrival to where this all supposedly happened, we
were met with an unexpected turn of events. The campsite where the Abbot brothers
had been last seen was eerily deserted, devoid of the usual buzz of investigators
and authorities. It was as if the forest had really swallowed them up,
leaving only the remnants of a campsite that had been abruptly abandoned. We were
all a little bit puzzled. I mean, I figured everything would be cleared
out or there would still be you know, the stay away tape from the
police, But now it was just abandoned. The campsite looked untouched, as
if frozen in time. Their gear was scattered haphazardly, the tents slightly askew,
and a half eaten meal was still out on the picnic table. I
mean, it's not like there was any struggle here. Didn't see it,
no signs of one. It's as if they simply up and vanished. And
the police they really didn't look into this much at all. They firmly believed
that whatever someone does in the park. It's their business, and if they
decide to disappear, it's their choice. They didn't need to collect any evidence
or do anything at all. It didn't look like there was a struggle.
They didn't appear to be kidnapped, and so the police stepped aside. And
so for us it was like time just stopped in that place, and we
could see how things were in the crucial moment, because really they just up
and left. Scarlett knelt down to examine a notebook that was lying by the
picnic table. The pages were ruffled by the wind, and she sees that
they were in the middle of jotting something down. But whenever they were writing
something about the trail they were on that day, they never finished, just
another reminder of their seemingly quick exit. Then I noticed some strange symbols etched
into the wood of the picnic table. I have to say they looked ancient,
unfamiliar, but didn't all the way make sense. I mean, they
could be anything, so just took note of it. Harley moved on to
the tent. After I pointed out the symbols, she broke out her EVP
recorder and it started crackling. Softly, not all that unusual, but when
in the static we all heard this faint whispering that got our attention. The
whispers didn't come from the tent we were investigating. It seemed to come just
from all around us, but nowhere. At the same time, it's dark,
and yeah, we're in the middle of nowhere. The whispers do stop,
though, and we start to look around a little more closely before we
start, you know, letting ourselves feel too freaked out. We need to
know what all is there. There was a flashlight on a rock, like
someone just set it down for a second. There was a really small hydration
pack that seemed to have been dropped or tossed. It was partly open,
partly still full of water, and the pack had a couple of power bars
in it, but that was it, so they didn't take that with them.
We're going through everything when Jagger's flashlight catches a flicker of movement in the
shadows, and suddenly we all felt like the forest was in a way watching
us. It was like something was there, yet nothing was there. In
an instant, we all felt a little bit smaller in that big forest.
We end up setting up our temporary base camp next to the Abbot Brothers camp
site. We used to cure the perimeter, and as we set up for
sleeping, we also prepare for any unwanted visitors, should any decide to join
us. The night air was crisp for a moment, it reminded me of
the crisp air of the morning back at the warehouse when I got this request.
We were in a very different place now, that was for sure.
We put together a small fire and the crackling sound was actually comforting. As
we discussed our thoughts on what was going on here, we all had the
distinct feeling like there was either something there right there beside us just watching,
or at least there was a sense of something bigger out there. I mean,
could there be something bigger than the vast forest we were now in,
Well, it sure felt like it. Later inside my tent, I was
thinking that things, you know, they're not making sents so far. The
idea that these guys just ventured off to probably you know, do a YouTube
video, or maybe they were adults escaping society. All the ideas that the
authorities had, but I mean, they didn't make sense. The symbols on
the picnic table, they also bothered me. They still could be anything,
though, but they were inexplicable, ancient markings in an inexplicable place. What
connection did they have to the Abbot brothers disappearance, anything? And then those
whispers? Who or what voices were they? We were all deep in thought
that night. Odd situations are not new to us and were no strangers to
the unknown, as you know. But the forests that night it held some
kind of energy that was hard to ignore. Hence it was a restless night
for all of us. The next morning came early. It was bright,
and it had a new feel and looked to things. The forest energy seemed
to have shifted overnight. Somehow we felt kind of like intruders in a way,
in some one or something something else's realm. The half eaten meal reminded
us again of the Abbot brother's sudden departure. We gathered up our gear and
prepared to venture deeper into the forest. And although we all felt like something
was there, it was still a great morning. I mean, the sun
was out, it was a bit cool, everything had a layer of dew,
you know, that awesome morning feeling that you only get in the morning.
We were there to uncover the cause of this disappearance, though, so
we took it in appreciated it all. But then we were there to work.
We went along with open mines. Our path led us through the thicket
of trees, and after we had gone aways, it was on that path
that we encountered the first undeniable sign that the forest absolutely held secrets. A
gnarled tree stood before us, its bark etched with markings that seemed to shimmer
and shift in the morning light. Now Scarlett, who's always drawn to and
tuned into artifacts and relics, she approached this one tree cautiously, and she
has with her what she calls her a relic analysis kit. And this would
be a specialized collection of tools and equipment that we use to examine and analyze
ancient artifacts, symbols, objects things like that. We have one in the
shadow Charger, we have one in the warehouse, and we have this kit.
And the kit contains various instruments like portable scanners, spectral analyzers, and
sensor arrays designed to detect and interpret the unique energy, materials and the historical
significance of different things. Well, she has this thing and she breaks it
out and then focused in precisely. She directs her attention to the gnarled tree
and its strange markings. She held one of her scanning devices close to the
tree's surface, and the device responded with a soft glow. And we're all
looking at it. Energy in this tree. I mean, it just felt
so random. Well it was random. I mean, this one tree among
all the trees, it's infused with some kind of energy. Like this was
not just a coincidence. At least we didn't think so. I mean,
things like this never are. And then writers paranormal sensors while they also start
flickering to life, and after a moment, they were spiking. It was
as if the very air was charged with an unseen force that energy. Again,
that defied any rational explanation. I mean, the idea of energy coming
from a tree. At least we could maybe start to explain that. But
what could this paranormal force that appeared to be around us? What could that
be? The air felt thicker in that moment, a pressure on us that
seemed to vibrate. It was a sensation that prickled at our skin. I
mean, this was far from the subtle whispers we heard the night before.
Now, this was a surge of power that seemed to bulge out at us,
spreading out from the very heart of the forest. It was as if
the forest itself was awakening. Maybe we had awakened it. Whatever it in
that forest was, we didn't yet know, but its dorm and energies were
now pulsating with life. It's all around us, a life that we felt
now, something that we didn't feel everywhere before. And then in an instant,
a burst of light erupted from the ground. Near the epicenter of this
energy. We were finding brighter than before, it was blinding. The force
of the more violent burst threw us back, sending us sprawling into the forest
floor. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as we tried to
catch our breath, our senses reeling from the sheer force of what we had
just experienced. We were all looking around, a bit confused and looking out
for whatever this threat was, but we didn't see anything, no physical threat
anyways. When we finally gathered our wits and stood up, it was a
different story. The bursts of light had left its mark. The ground was
scorched and cracked, radiating out from the point of impact, but it wasn't
just the ground. The trees surrounding the epicenter. They were bent back,
as if pushed by an invisible hand. Branches were twisting and gnarled leaves charred
by the burst's intense heat. The once tranquil clearing bore the scars of whatever
this was that just slammed into everything. As we surveyed the aftermath of this
dramatic event, a realization began to sink in. This forest was not just
a backdrop to our investigation, nor was it a mere setting. We were
now seeing it as a living and breathing entity, pulsating with its own energies.
The forest had just shown us a glimpse of its true nature, a
force that could not be ignored or underestimated. The burst of energy had shattered
any doubts we might have had. It was one of those moments where we
realize we're dealing with something much bigger than we could have anticipated. We didn't
know what to expect, and we still don't know all what it is,
but we could feel it, and we definitely knew there was something out there.
And in all of that, we knew this was not a simple disappearance
case. Right. We were navigating a world of mysteries, a realm or
the ordinary and the extraordinary collided, and in order to move forward with this
theory, we would need to make sense of it as it was presented to
us. Okay, so the initial shock began to wear off. Our thoughts
turned to the concept of lay lines, those hidden pathways of energy that,
according to ancient beliefs, criss cross Earth. These lines. If you have
not heard of or you're not familiar with lay lines, they were thought to
connect sacred sites, carrying with them a unique energy that held significance in various
cultures. While the existence of lay lines has been a topic of debate,
the events we had just witnessed seemed to suggest that there was indeed some truth
to these theories. Imagine the Earth as a living entity full of energy,
much like the beating heart of a living being, while lay lines, if
they existed, could be the veins and arteries through which this energy flows,
connecting different parts of the planet in a complex web of electromagnetic currents. Just
as our bodies are made above energy and intricate systems, so too, could
the Earth be a vast, interconnected system of energy. Burst of light the
surge of power, and the bending trees. All of these elements pointed to
an extraordinary force. The forest, as we were beginning to realize, wasn't
simply a collection of trees and animals. It was a convergence point of energies,
a nexus where the Earth's own forces seemed to awaken and respond to our
presence. We had unknowingly trespassed, basically into a realm where the boundaries between
the natural and supernatural were blurred, and we could feel it. It's almost
like we were welcomed. We couldn't help but feel as though all most like
we were being accepted into a challenge. I mean, why else were these
things being revealed to us. The lay lines, if indeed they were responsible
for what we had experienced, held the key to unraveling the mysteries of the
forest. This was a force that couldn't neatly be classified or easily explained by
conventional science. It was a force that tied into the deepest, most ancient
layers of the Earth's history. So not a spirit, not an entity,
not an alien guise, not anything but history itself. So for us to
go with this theory, we would have to believe that history itself was blended
into and woven into the fabric of this forest, most of which had been
untouched by man, unless you know someone that's crawled every inch and climbed every
tree. See how that works. The energies have survived time when for the
most part it went on uninterrupted in its bonding. We began to grasp the
magnitude of what we were dealing with. The forest was not just a static
backdrop. It was alive with energies that were far greater than ourselves. The
burst of energy had shattered any skepticism we might have harbored on this idea.
As you can imagine, our mission had transformed. We were no longer investigating
this disappearance case. I mean we were, but we were all so journeying
into a world where the fabric of reality itself seemed to ripple and shift,
revealing a tapestry of connections that spanned time and any current human knowledge. And
this thing it was strong. Rider and Harley, who had been standing closest
to the epicenter of this wonderful event, took the hardest hit from the explosion.
Rider was thrown back violently, her body lifted off the ground, by
the sheer power of the blast. She collided with a nearby tree, and
the impact left her dazed and disoriented, and her hands were scraped and bloodied
from the impact, her clothes singed by the burst intense heat. And then
Harley, who had been only a few steps away from Rider, she was
also caught in a forceful surge. The impact sent her tumbling backwards, her
body crashing against the forest floor. When we got to her, it was
clear that she was in pain. Harley winced as she held her arm gingerly,
clearly in discomfort. A closer look revealed bruising beginning to form around her
wrist and forearm where she had been caught in the burst of energy. The
girl was hurting. It seemed that while the energy burst hadn't caused any fractures
or severe injuries, it still did have an impact with all the painful bruising.
And so there we were us and it what it was, we still
didn't know, but it was making itself known, that's for sure. There
was no tangible adversary though to confront. There was no being, no entity
standing before us. But the burst of energy had shown us that we were
dealing with a force that appeared to be as invisible as it was powerful.
I mean to give you a comparison. It sort of reminded me of the
chameleon like capabilities of the creature in the movie Predator. This energy seemed to
have the ability to hide right under our noses, evading our senses and manifesting
only when it chose to. It was like we had the Predator all around
us. It was unnerving. There was a force, for sure, But
what and why? What were its intentions? Was it a guardian of the
forest fiercely protecting its domain, or was it a remnant of something ancient and
forgotten that we have stirred up just by our presence and our own intentions.
No matter the why, at the moment, what it did made me think
of well, made us all think of it. Those missing four one ones,
you know all that David Politus stuff. We were in it, folks,
And you know what I'm talking about, those disappearances that have baffled investigators.
They're suddenly appearing to us in a new light. Could these missing individuals
have encountered the same force that now surrounded us? Yep? The idea was
unsettling, But that had nothing to do with the fact that if it was
possible, our attention turned back to the Abbot brothers and our mission. If
the forest was indeed somehow responsible for their disappearance, then understanding the nature of
the unseen adversary was crucial. We needed to delve deeper to uncover the purpose
behind this force and its connection to the brothers. But how do we sp
something we can't even see? The pieces of the puzzle we had gathered so
far began to form a more coherent picture in a way. I mean,
this wasn't just a random force or a mere phenomenon. This was something deliberate.
It was intentional. Was this thing smart? It appeared to be in
our now makeshift research center, right out there in the middle of the forest.
We broke this thing down until we came up with a theory that we
could work with, A theory that seemed almost too surreal to be true,
but we believed it. Imagine a concept where the collective energy of souls interacting
with Earth over millennia could potentially form a consciousness. Sounds fantastical, right,
Well, that's the crux of the global consciousness theory. This is a real
theory that has been contemplated in the realm of parapsychology. Maybe you've heard of
it. According to this theory, the interactions and emotions of humans on a
global scale could create a global consciousness, an interconnected web of energy and awareness
that transcends individuality. Imagine the collective emotional response to global events influencing this consciousness,
creating ripples of energy that somehow tie us all together. Just imagine and
then imagine if this theory were applied to the forest, if the energies of
countless souls interacting with the Earth over centuries could indeed give rise to a consciousness
within the forest itself. So the global consciousness theory, I mean, there
are people that actually study this kind of collective energy, and therefore it has
an aim. It's the idea of a conscious interconnected energy emerging from the Earth's
natural systems and the collective experiences of humanity Earth, and the convergence and organization
of energies towards a purpose, marrying the concept of a conscious force that unites
and preserves the planet's history. It's out there, folks, and now we're
sitting in the forest thinking about it. Could this theory lend credence to the
notion that the forest consciousness was indeed an accumulation of energies over time, and
if so, did it also support the idea that the forest engaged in a
game to collect souls not out of malice, but as a means of sustaining
itself. Because let's say we're in a full on belief of the idea that
the forest has a consciousness. Okay, it does, then why hasn't it
sucked us up yet? My theory, my intuition, my gut feeling is
telling me that it absolutely could, but it just isn't. Instead, it's
playing with us. It wants to know what we are going to do,
what we can do. I mean, come on, guys, if this
is a consciousness that has then collecting souls for centuries, it knows exactly what
it's doing. It knows exactly what it needs. We aren't like other visitors
to the forest because we are there with an intention and it must know that
because it is leaving us alone for the most part, hasn't taken us yet.
This was a conscious forest that was our theory, and it was messing
with us, and yeaw, the merging of our sci fi like experience here
with a real world theory was a bit sketchy. It blurred those lines between
the known and unknown, and yeah, it sounds like fiction that could be
told, or maybe the basis of a fun new movie, but it's not.
And at that point we accept our theory. There are just too many
things pointing to it. And as you all know, just because it sounds
outrageous doesn't make it a non truth. For us, anything and everything is
always a possibility, and the things that we deal with for us, the
pieces of the puzzle were aligning in ways that stretched the boundaries of anyone's understanding.
The global consciousness theory became more than just an abstract concept for us.
And after we figured everything out, or determined our theory as it were,
just as we were getting into all of what we could do, there was
a change in the air, and there was this feeling that rippled right through
each of us. It was subtle, like the shift in a breeze,
but it carried an undercurrent of something monumental approaching and we all felt it,
and so you guys can picture it. We set ourselves up in this little
area in the forest where there was kind of more moss and logs and things.
So it gave us a place where we could sit and pull out some
of our items, look at data, and talk about things. So anyway,
we're all there and everything is quiet, coming up with our theory,
and we're talking about all this when this change starts to happen, and energy
seemed to concentrate in this one particular spot, and then before our eyes it
coalesced into a form. It looked humanoid like, but it was translucent and
shimmering. It knew that we knew, and it was acknowledging itself as if
drawn by an invisible current. A pool of energy pooled in a specific space,
drawing our attention. Now, from within its liquid like concentration and enigmatic
figure emerged, its form almost imperceptible, like a mirage dancing at the edge
of our senses. It was there, but it was not there. You
believed what you were seeing in a way, but then again you felt like
if you were to reach out and touch it, it would just dissolve at
your fingertips. Its contours shifted and swirled, pale shimmering colors floating within its
translucent essence. The figure assumed a humanoid shape, yet not. It was
constantly moving with this radiance that seemed to blend with the very air around it.
Astonishment and a bit of fascination, I have to say, took over
all of us as we stared at this spectral being before us. It emanated
an aura of ancient wisdom, a profound connection to the very earth we stood
upon. You could feel it, and everything was quiet once again. We
didn't say a word in that moment. It was surreal. Did I say
that already? Because it was being there in the presence of this being that
stood before us, a manifestation of the forests consciousness. Any thoughts that we
might be on the wrong track, they were gone. Our idea was validated.
And then, as if to answer the questions flooding in our minds,
the figure lifted its translucent hands towards the sky, and the forest around us
seemed to respond. The leaves rustled in unison, a gentle wind swirled,
and we once again heard those faint whispers in the air. Through a series
of images that flashed before our minds like fragments of a half remembered dream,
the being communicated with us scenes of ancient trees standing witness to the passage of
time, of creatures both mundane and mythical, roaming through the ages, tribes
seeking solace and wisdom with the heart of the forest. All these images passed
through our consciousness. Now in this moment, you have to realize that we're
getting history given to us as it unfolded on our planet. I mean,
this isn't something that we discovered later, tried to figure out, made our
best guests, and then wrote it down in a history book. This was
it real and raw, the real deal. And so as you probably know
then our idea of the global consciousness, it's way beyond a theory, right,
this is real. It's being presented to us right there in that moment.
But this wasn't, you know, a slideshow to museum. This was
a real wonder in our world, happening before us. And the being's message
was clear, though cryptic. This thing was a guardian of the Earth's memories,
an entity born from the collective energies that had intertwined with the land over
centuries, and it would still be happening. It had witnessed humanity's evolution,
its triumphs, its tribulations, its joys and its sorrows. Sounds awesome,
doesn't it? Something so fascinating happening before you? How wonderful this energy must
be to share all that it is with us? Right? Well, we
were not so sure of that. For us. There was a current of
caution coursing through our minds in that moment. Could this display of history and
connection be an elaborate ruse designed to lure us into compliance? Was it trying
to enlist us as allies? Or was abiding its time, waiting for the
perfect moment to ensnare us? I mean, surely, by now this thing
is a blend of so many things, it must be analyzing the people that
enter. We've gone far enough that surely it knows all about us by now.
And to know that would mean that it knows that we are not weak,
and that we are not ignorant. We are not seeking to explore and
relax. No, surely it knows we are there for something else. We
could even be seen as a threat. The forest consciousness was no doubt aware
of our presence and our intentions. It seemed to know us in ways that
transcended mere observation. It knew everything. The energy crackling in the air during
all of this felt like an invitation, yet it also felt like a warning,
a signal to us that our next steps were critical. As the being
displayed the wonders of history before us, we couldn't help but feel a mixture
of awe and wariness. The images that projected were beautiful, mesmerizing even but
beneath the surface, a sense of manipulation lingered. Was it genuinely sharing its
past or was it subtly coercing us into a position of trust. We were
all exchanging glances and looking at each other. We knew that we had to
tread carefully from this point. This being, regardless of its intentions, was
trying to intimidate us, and unfortunately, we knew about this kind of collective
energy and how powerful it can be. No doubt, this thing wielded powers
beyond what we could imagine, and we needed to be prepared. It was
almost like it was putting on a show for us, and it was going
to just see how we react. Did like it was gauging us and what
we might do, and so depending on our reaction, that could determine everyone's
next move us and it, Yep, this was a test. Every wisp
of color, every image seemed to hold a deeper meaning or layer of understanding
that could lead us to the truth we sought, or it could plunge us
into an abyss of uncertainty. Yep, this was a challenge. We're all
wondering the same thing here. And then it was as if the enigmatic being
itself heard our thoughts. The images being presented to us shifted, revealing an
intricate series of symbols, symbols similar to what we saw on the picnic table.
They hovered in the air, suspended like fragments of a forgotten language,
waiting for our interpretation or reaction. It was as if the forest consciousness was
beckoning us to partake in this game of wits, a duel of minds and
intentions. This thing knows we are different than others visiting the forest because we
can fight back and we're ready. It knows that we are different, and
we believed that's why it paused and was sort of playing with us or challenging
us. And with all of that, a chilling hypothesis began to take shape,
this force which we are now referring to at this point as transcendent absorption.
And I'll explain that a little bit more in a minute, seemed to
process a sinister underbelly. Its connection to the inexplicable disappearances and eerie discoveries the
missing for one ones are becoming more apparent. So what am I talking about
with this transcendent absorption? Okay, Well, by this point, especially after
we spent time in our makeshift research center within the forest, we put together
what we knew and came up with what we believed was going on here.
Something that may have started out innocent and natural, we believe had taken on
a more sinister life of its own, a blend of good and bad intentions.
And this is what brought us to our theory of transcendent absorption. And
let me explain how it works. It was our thinking that within the forest
in these national parks, if an area was pegged because of a human visitor
to the park, these areas could become pockets of alternate reality zones where the
veil between our world and the realm of transcendent absorption grew thin. This would
allow for a door to be opened between our physical world and this energy space.
If someone was chosen or peg to be taken, this energy could affect
the world around them. The Earth's surface, shifting and rippling as if it
were liquid rather than solid, just like that being that formed before us.
In those moments, a dark void, a dark path to an unknown abyss,
would open like a black hole right here on Earth. Individuals, perhaps
lured by curiosity or chance, might unknowingly get engulfed by one of these expanding
chasms. In the blink of an eye, they would be absorbed by the
void. The Earth would close up, just as swiftly, erasing all trace
of the victim's presence and everything that happened. And yet this force was not
indiscriminate. It was as if the transcendents absorption held the ability to discern its
prey, to evaluate their essence. I mean, clearly, that's what it
was doing to us. Those who've carried a certain resonance, a harmony with
the collective energies accumulated through time were absorbed, drawn into a mail stream of
forgotten memories and lost souls, most likely as a form of historical preservation.
But the process didn't only move in one direction. And we've seen this,
we just don't always know it. Those who do not fit the mysterious criteria,
or who were not needed in the ongoing assimilation were expelled back into our
reality. This was why stories emerged of naked wanderers found miles away from the
point of their disappearance, or things like backpacks being left behind as if flung
from this energy's grip, either back to the place from which it came,
or really anywhere in the park. We speculated that the transcendent absorption functioned as
a repository of Earth's collective memories and consciousness. Yet over time it had evolved
into something more insidious, driven by an innate survival instinct, What was once
perhaps a guardian had turned predator. That's what was standing before us, this
unsettling transformation, this shift from guardian to devourer, was a dark idea,
but it was the idea, and we knew we were right, even though
it sounded a little bit crazy. This was happening, and we were in
it. We stood at the precipice of this crazy game, where the stakes
were life itself. Our mission had evolved into a battle not just for the
Abbot Brothers, but for our own existence, a battle against a force that
hungered for more than history. It hungered for souls. The realization it hit
us hard with the forest consciousness displaying its past, revealing its process. We
saw the game's rules laid out before us. This too was intentional. It
was letting us know how to play, how it worked, and I could
almost hear its smiling, like it knew it would win. It was like
this energy, this thing was looking forward to this. We did not quite
see it the same way. And then another sudden shift in the atmosphere,
as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Instead of the soft whispers
that had accompanied our journey thus far, a chilling, evil laugh echoed through
the air. It was a sound that sent shivers down our spines, a
sound that held a promise of imminent danger. The being spectral display had come
to an end, and in its place was a sinister anticipation, a feeling
that the true challenge had finally arrived. Our eyes met in silent understanding with
each other. We all connected and were on the same page. With quick
and practiced motions. We checked our backpacks, we ensured our tools were at
the ready, We adjusted our positions to face every direction. This was that
moment, the moment when the veil between reality and the unknown was the thinnest,
That one I told you about. That was the moment for prime people
snatching. As the last echoes of the unearthly laughter faded, the being itself
finally dissolved into thin air, the last little bits of it, its radiant
forms, shrinking and vanishing. The visions that had danced before our eyes.
They faded, leaving us standing there in a now eerily quiet forest as it
was before, surrounded by symbols etched into the bark of ancient trees. What
it was trying to tell us, we did not know, and we had
to think it probably didn't matter. And then a low, ominous rumbling,
like the growl of a slumbering beast, began to reverberate through the ground beneath
us. It started as a subtle vibration, hardly noticeable, but it swiftly
escalated into a full blown tremor. The earth itself seemed to rebel, protesting
against the being's manipulation. A sudden, jagged crack snaked its way through the
forest floor, split the ground open with an almost violent force. My heart
jumped into my throat as I watched the gap widen directly under Frankie's feet.
Without a second thought, he lunged to the side, narrowly avoiding being swallowed
up by the rapidly expanding chasm, the edges of which were ragged and uneven.
It was like teeth had bitten into the earth itself. Sparks of pale
energy line the crevices, creating an eerie, phosphorescent glow that revealed the depths
below. A cold wind gusted upward from the abyss, carrying with it more
faint whispers, whispers from the past. The sound that accompanied this rupture was
like nature rebelling. There was the sharp crack of splintering roots, the creaks
of bending trees, in the rumble of moving soil. Watching the rapid expansion
of the chasm was like watching a nightmare unfold in slow motion. The ground
crumbled at the edges, Cascading downward. Clumps of dirt and rock were swallowed
up by the darkness, vanished into the gaping maw. It was like sacrifices
to a malevolent deity, only it was not a sacrifice of any kind.
These disappearances were not sacrifices. They were takings, the taking of a being
in one realm and stealing it into another. While Frankie's quick reflexes saved him
from being ensnared by the gaping jaws of the chasm. And as I watched
this unfold, the ground near me began to shift as well, and that
really got my adrenaline pumping. The forest itself had become a battlefield, a
testing ground for our wits and agility. We were the amusement, it would
seem, and if it got lucky, it would get us. In the
end, we would have to make sure that didn't happen. As the earth
basically convulsed beneath us, the forests true nature revealed itself, a realm of
imminent peril and shifting realities. The chasm that had nearly claimed Frankie's life widened,
its edges, resembling the jaws of a ravenous beast. It was a
sight that sent a clear message, and we didn't think I run or be
devoured. The forest seemed to rise against us, though as we went,
trees contorting into grotesque shapes, roots snapping loudly. Without saying a word,
we all exchanged glances in the unspoken agreement to flee. This was now a
raceforce survival, and the ground was trembling and moving well. We took off,
but as we went the ground ahead of us became treacherous, buckling and
heaving, as if it was determined to trip us up. Trees were twisting
and bending, Paths were moving and shifting, so we couldn't count on them.
They would turn sharply or lead to a trap or a hole. The
very air seemed to conspire against us because this thing, this threat, it
was everywhere. It was all around us. There was nothing actually that we
could reach out and fight. It was hard to avoid everything coming at us,
and it was actually hard to stick together because each of us were experiencing
things in a different way at different times. For instance, Harley, usually
on her game, stumbled because the round underneath her was shifting with every step
she took. Frankie, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, no surprise there,
he was always ahead. At one point, his bigger bill just busting
through the tangle of undergrowth. He was trying to clear a bit of the
way for the rest of us to follow. But even he had issues and
faltered as the trees swayed and bent, intentionally blocking his path and forcing him
to veer off course. In all of this chaos, I found myself running
kind of alongside Scarlet. Both of us were stumbling, trying to regain our
footing again and again. I mean, we were in a living nightmare.
This collective consciousness was putting obstacles in our way at every turn, like fallen
branches and roots. They'd pop up out of nowhere. The terrain was constantly
shifting, and this went on and on, and we had no choice but
to keep going, And all the while, a chilling laughter echoed in the
air, a sinister reminder that we were not alone. The global consciousness,
the force that had once appeared before us as a translucent being, It was
now revealing its true nature, and it was enjoying our struggle in this game.
The worst for us, though, in this was what would be the
worst on any job, a team member at risk. We were all running
and yelling to each other, ducking, trying to catch our breath. When
suddenly Jagger finds himself caught on the edge of one of these chasms, one
of those rapidly expanding voids that this transcendent absorption seemed to just summon at will
or wherever it wanted. I turned when I heard him call out falcon.
This is a word that we use if one of us, you know,
we're in distress and the person can't see or doesn't know if anyone's close to
them. By calling that out, the rest of the team knows to drop
everything and get over there immediately. It was good he did that, because
if he didn't call out that emergency signal, I wouldn't have turned around,
and probably no one else would have either. I did see him, though,
and caught him out of the corner of my eye as he stumbled,
his foot slipping close to the edge. As he fought to regain his balance
against all of the vibrations, the ground beneath him quivered and shook with a
mixture of loud rumblings and crackling that filled the air. It was as if
the earth itself was hungry, yearning to claim him, but we knew what
it was. Jagger finally falls to the ground, his hands scrambling for a
hold, and it was all happening so fast. I mean, in an
instant, the forest game had taken what could potentially be a fatal turn.
We all start to rush as best we can over to where he is,
and we get there, you know. And because we've been on so many
jobs together and we know each other so well, we all knew exactly what
we were going to do without even saying a word. We get to Jagger
and we form this line and then we drop to the ground. Then all
together we extend out toward Jagger. I'm in the front, Frankie's holding out
the back, everyone else is in the middle. Jagger reaches out his fingers
grazing mine. But then you do that, and then he would fall again
because he kept slipping. He had to keep climbing up the dirt to stay
near the top at all, and every time he let go, he'd slip
a bit more. So there we are all hooked together in this human chain.
So we focus our wills and energy, pulling together our own energies in
a good rhythm of reaching and pulling until I finally get a good grip on
Jagger, and then we could start to make a difference. But just as
we finally get it, we all suddenly feel this pulsive resistance that is surging
through our human line. The earth started to quake some more. The chasm
starts to quiver. It wanted Jagger, and it was upset by us trying
to stop the process. Its inky depths were swirling with a furious tempest of
energy. At this point, it was fighting to maintain its claim, unwilling
to relinquish its prize. But we held on and we kept going as the
ground groaned and the chasm trembled, and we did get him out, And
as soon as we did, there was this shudder that suddenly rippled through the
air around us. Jagger stumbles backward. He's breathing heavily. His eyes are
just wide with disbelief at what just happened. A deafening roar all of a
sudden resonates through the forest. In that moment, we're just trying to recover
from the situation we were just in. But this it sounded like the anguished
cry of a wounded giant. Yeah, this thing was not happy that we
had gotten Jagger back. The ground itself seemed to heave in agony. The
trees swang, as if in sympathy. The energy within the chasm surged one
last time, a furious attempt to maintain its grip on our reality, and
then with a seismic shock that reverberated through the air, the chasm began to
fully collapse. The edges of the Abyss crumbled inward, dirt and rocks hurtling
into the air like shrapnel of a defeated It was as if the very fabric
of reality was tearing apart, unleashing a cataclysmic force. The collapse was relentless,
relentless in its veracity. The chasm's walls folded in on themselves, the
ground quaking and groaning with the effort. The void that had threatened to consume
us was consumed instead, devoured by the earth it had momentarily disrupted. In
a matter of heartbeats, the chasm was no more. The ground settled with
a final ominous tremor, as if the forest itself was sighing in relief.
The place where the Abyss had yawned now appeared as if it never existed,
a testament to the forest's power to reclaim what was rightfully its own, and
yet another possible peace to the missing four one, one never ending puzzle.
In the aftermath of the Chasm's collapse, the forest seemed to breathe a sigh
of resignation. The malevolent energy retreated like a defeated adversary. And in the
midst of this charged stillness, a flicker of movement caught my attention. Out
of the corner of my eye, I saw a shimmer, a distortion in
the air. The forest consciousness was not content with mere visions and challenges.
It sought a more direct engagement. The form of the being, once again
translucent, emerged before us, its contours shifting and swirling in a dance of
energy. As this being reappeared, its presence was both mesmerizing and unsettling.
Its form seemed to pulsate with an other worldly light, casting shimmering reflections on
the surrounding trees. Once again, we locked eyes with the being, awaiting
its next move. The forest seemed to hold its breadth, and the trees
cast elongated shadows under the ethereal glow. This was it, the culmination of
our journey, the pivotal moment that would shape this job. In a voice
that resonated with the weight of centuries, this being acknowledged our perseverance and the
challenges we had surmounted, and the choices we made. Its words carried an
air of ancient wisdom, revealing its profound connection to the earth itself. And
then, as if responding to our thoughts, the ones racing through our mind.
In that moment, it spoke of the Abbot Brothers. The Being unveiled
a truth that shifted the very ground beneath us. The Abbot Brothers were not
hapless victims in this cosmic game. Instead, their presence held a resonance,
a unique energy that had caught the Force attention. They were threads intricately woven
into the fabric of the Force Consciousness, threads that could alter the very balance
of its existence. As the being's voice softened, it conveyed a surprising revelation.
It spoke of the Force Consciousness, recognizing our unwavering commitment to the brother's
rescue. It had sensed our genuine concern, our determination to transcend the enigmatic
tests it had set for us, The trials, the challenges, All of
it had been observed and evaluated and measured against the tapestry of its existence.
With a mixture of respect and acknowledgment, this being confessed that it had underestimated
our capacity to invoke change within the forest realm. It recognized that the Abbot
brothers fate had intertwined with our journey, and it observed our actions with a
keen eye. And then came the offer, an offer that would test the
depths of our understanding and our dedication to safeguarding the delicate equilibrium. The being
explained that the Abbot Brothers could be released, but only under one condition.
Our final trial awaited us, a trial that would delve into the labyrinthine corridors
of our experiences, a realm that blurred the lines between reality and the forest
consciousness. In this landscape, we would encounter reflections of our past challenges,
symbolic manifestations of our arduous journey. We would need to confront our fears,
make choices that demonstrated our sagacity, our force, our unity as a team.
Only if we succeeded, if we could navigate the inter a maze of
our own experiences and come out the other side, only then, with the
enigmatic force, release the Abbot Brothers. It was an agreement born of understanding
the forest consciousness, acknowledging the potential for positive transformation that we embodied, and
us accepting the challenge to prove our worth. And so we embarked on our
final trial, a journey that tested our resolve, pushed our bonds to the
brink, and demanded that we reconcile with our past. We faced the specters
of our inner conflicts, grappled with our own regrets, surmounted obstacles that mirrored
the adversaries we had already conquered. And you know, I know I'm summing
this up for you guys, but this was a very long and painful process
that we all had to go through. Clearly, we made it out the
other side, because I'm here to tell you the story today. It was
as if this thing saw through to our very essence. It acknowledged the strength
of our collective spirit. A sweeping motion of its radiant hands set off a
cascade of shimmering light that enveloped us. The air crackled with energy, the
ground beneath us quivered with anticipation, and then, in a moment that felt
like a dream wrapped in reality, the Abbot Brothers stood before us. The
reunion overflowed with emotions, happiness, relief, gratitude. Their presence was a
testament to our determination, the journey that had transformed us all, and the
forest consciousness recognizing the authenticity of our purpose. I mean, this thing was
huge, and now it was just done. As we stepped away, from
the forest. The profound revelations of our journey. They still echoed within us.
Our encounter with the Forest consciousness had left us with more questions than answers.
The energies that flowed through the world were a puzzle that we only had
begun to decipher. It was a puzzle that extended far beyond our immediate understanding.
This is huge. One thing was clear. The Forest consciousness was not
an isolated phenomenon. This force that had challenged us, tested us, and
then ultimately reunited us with the Abbot Brothers was intertwined with the mysteries of the
world's energies. The missing four one one cases that had baffled investigators for years.
Could they all be linked to this energy of the forest of the earth.
We couldn't ignore the fact that countless individuals had disappeared into the depths of
the forests across the country, their fates shrouded in uncertainty. Our own experience
had shown us that the Force consciousness held a dark underbelly, Like I said,
a hunger for energies that transcended mere memories. The missing four on one
cases seemed to align with the notion of transcendent absorption, a force that lured
beings into its grasp, weaving them into its tapestry of existence. This newfound
understanding propelled us into a mission of both urgency and determination, realize that the
key to unveiling the truth behind the missing four one one phenomena lay in comprehending
the energies that pulsed through the world. We couldn't ignore the cries of those
who had vanished, those whose stories had been silenced by the forest hunger,
if that's what some of them were. We only know this one case,
this energy, this consciousness, as powerful as it was, it operated on
its own terms. We would not be able to solve all the missing four
one one cases just by this one job alone. And unfortunately some of our
jobs end this way. We don't always have the final answer. Certainly,
we cannot cross over into this other realm to find out how many souls are
there? Can they be recovered? And of course we have the crime element,
and there are some adults that do choose to just go missing. The
problems big right, there's no way to solve them all. But if we
can do it one at a time, maybe we can make a difference.
The Abbot brothers have no memory of where they were or what happened. Their
last memory in this event was being at their camp site eating, writing in
their journal, and that's it. They don't remember being taken, they don't
remember the Earth opening up and swallowing them whole. They don't remember any of
it. This is one of those things that is going to take a long
time on this Earth to figure out. It is a mystery that is way
bigger than just us, mere humans. We haven't even been around as long
as this energy is. We are mere human and I know we've heard that
before. I can't say it enough though. Just because we're human and we
can think doesn't make us the end all be all to everything. At what
point can we in this world agree and admit that there are powers far greater
than us as humans. We spend a short time on this earth, but
in that short time we are all contributing energies to what Earth is, and
the power of that must never be underestimated. And that's how this job went.
Guys completely crazy, and the missing four one ones, they are still
a mystery. This can't account for everyone who is no longer with us,
but it's definitely something to consider because it's happening, it's out there, and
we witnessed it firsthand. I hope you enjoyed listening to this job today,
this story, Like at them all, it's just a small piece of everything.
I have more jobs, more stories to share, so check back and
thank you for listening today. I always appreciate you taking the time to be
here with me. Until next time, and I will talk to you all soon