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Hello everybody, you're welcome back, and my name is Zebrah Haswell and you're listening to BBR Investigations Today.

We are looking at the connection and the mystery of the wood wooses, of old legends of the green men, modern fairy fort encounters of cryptis and paranormal kind.

You know they're coming from people in the UK.

I'll be sharing some modern day sightings of wood walls and green men.

Now, if you mentioned the green Man or brown Jack or jack in the world to modern bricks, many of them, I'll have no idea what you're referring to.

It would seem it's a tradition that has fizzled out over the years.

And for those that do often believe the green Man is just an ancient thing, something in history or time you know, gone by, and they'd be correcting that.

Images walled and stone carvings of the green Man they found across Great Britain, Europe and parts of Asia and North Africa.

A beautiful carved face, possibly dating back to the third millennium BCE, could until recently be seen in the remains of the ruined Mesopotamian desert city of at Hatrap In modern Iraq and sadly now that's being destroyed.

But would it surprise you to know that people still report encounters with the Green Man in the UK, but they see a face in the trees as I did, and have no name to give it.

Encounters with faces in the trees are often classed as ghosts, like aliens, witches are druidic, as we only have our knowledge base to go on when trying to describe what we've experienced.

It took me a long time to be able to explain the thing that I saw, and I'm still none the wiser aborty three years later.

I know I've looked down every in any line of thought to try and work out what he was.

Over the years, I've had strange messages and feelings of knowing, and glimpses of strange figures in the woods.

I've struggled to separate what I saw from the green Man our fairy folk, and I wonder if he's one of the ancient elementals appearing to me in a way that I would accept Now for me it was an ape man, and for others, who's the green Man?

And in some cases he appears I believe exactly how you need to see him.

Bear with me, and I'll explain as we go on.

There's a written piece by the Heart of Darkness, and it's always meant something to me, and I'd like to share it with you, as it speaks of seeing human features, at first hidden within the leaves of a tree, that then reveal a face.

I saw a face amongst the leaves on the level with my own, looking at me, very face and STEADI and then suddenly, as though a veil had been removed from my eyes, I made out deep in the tangled blue nakedness, arms, legs and glaring eyes.

The bush was swarming with human limbs in movement, glistening of a bronze color.

The twist shook and swayed and rustled, and the arrows flew out with them, and then the shut I came to and closed.

I was ridiculed for my experience, and I still am.

You know, I saw a horrible face in the leaves in nineteen eighty two, and I kind of carried that staying for decades.

But can you imagine if I'd made that public in the Middle Ages and the uproars it would have caused and for anyone who doesn't know.

In nineteen eighty two, I skipped school with my friend went into a local park, as kids did back then in the eighties, a place I played in every day.

I was doing a very normal thing.

We were, you know, kind of ducked in a den in the bushes, and I saw a movement within the leaves.

And when I looked at that movement, a face came out of the leaves.

Is no other way to describe it.

Really.

It leant forward and it looked at me.

It looked like an ape man, a man and an ape combined, and neandert all.

But what I saw was far hairier than that, A cave man, a stick of the dump.

I've had a million names for it given to me over the years.

For me, he's always been the manic, because that's exactly what he looked like.

And I had trouble trying to explain that in twenty twenty five.

So what must it have been like back in the Middle Ages when people reported seeing these things have a very complicated relationship with nature.

Now, after that sighting as a kid, I had a keen interest in every free leaf and twig and what I could use it for, what resource it could be, you know, if I could eat it, if you're with it.

And I lost that at fifteen when I saw that thing.

I made dens as a kid, slipped out in the woods with her parents, did all of the things growing up, you know, the kids do, and that stopped at fifteen.

It took me twenty five years to get that back, or to even start to claw that back, you know, after a sighting of a face in the leaves.

But could you imagine if I'd had had to come forward In the Middle Ages, you know, people call me our hedge witch, and that's what they were called back then, and that's how I came across the story of Betty Dunlop.

Bessie Dunlop was known as the Witch of Dorry and she was burned at stake after being strangled in fifteen seventy six.

Although she was seen as a white witch, they still killed.

The story is interesting because it outlines some of the folk beliefs that were you know, ramping at the time.

And although we're confession was probably extracted through torture, it does contain none of the usual satanic panic because not mentioned the devil, even spirits and demons or anything like that, and it's similar in some ways to experiences by modern witnesses to the unknown.

The sixteen, seventeenth and eighteenth centuries were a dangerous time to be alive if you were a village wild woman.

Should we say, you know, lady who didn't want to marry, Especially in Scotland, where they're saying thou shalt not suffer a witch to live was taken as seriously as it was in the rest of Europe, and nose accused of witchcraft could expect torture an eventual burning at the stake.

Bessie lived with husband Andrew and their children at Lynn Glenn Dowry, and they were tenants of lard Buide.

Like many other people of the time period, Bessie used herbs to create natural remedies polstices, ointments, lynches, and that was to cure both people and annuals of illness and aid in childbirth.

She was also highly observant and help people to locate lost and stolen items.

Unfortunately, Bessie began saying that she received some guidance on how to recover lost items and how to treat illness from the spirit of Thomas Reed, a man who does at the Battle of Pinky on the tenth September fifteen forty seven, some twenty nine years earlier, after she'd had a dream about the man in Green that led her to what the Woods.

She was upset over her husband and a child's illness.

When her claims came to the attention of building authority, Bessie was accused of using sorcery and witchcraft to help people find lost or stolen items and for curing diseases, which she had no formal training.

I don't think many people did back in those centuries, did there.

I mean, when it started out, doctors were seen as one of the lowest positions you could have, and it was often the local idiot who would remove a limb when needed to be or you know, operate on certain people.

And things are very different now, but they were very, very, very dark back in those days.

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Bessie claimed that she she first met Thomas while she was driving a cows to pasture near the yard at Munk Castle, at which time she was grieving for her husband and infant child, who were both extremely ill and close to death, and she was also worried about one of her corows, which was sick.

Bessie described Thomas Reed as being an elderly man with a gray beard, dressed in gray clothing of an old fashion, with a black hat.

She claimed that Thomas Reed told her that both her child and the sick car would die, along with two of the sheep, but that her husband would recover, after which he dived into a hole in the dyke, surrounded by shrubbery and was gone.

When questioned how did she know for certain that that spirit was indeed Thomas Red, she replied that his spirit had bid her to go to Thomas Reed's son, who worked as an officer to the Laird of Blair, and to certain other kinsmen and friends who he named.

She also claimed that the spirit of Thomas promised her goods, horses, carol's cattle, that kind of thing if she turned on her Christian faith, and that he was very angry with her when she refused to do that.

She also said that he told her to keep silent when he introduced her to eight women wearing tartan and four men in gentlemen's clothing, whom he claimed were good witches from the fairy coret of health pain and that translates loosely to fairy Land.

Really and Nay invited her to join them, but she kept silent.

They left under interrogration.

Bessie declared that when the country folk approached her for help in finding a lost or stolen item, she always saw the advice of Thomas, whom she claimed told her where the lost item was.

She would sit in the woods and have a conversation with him in her head.

She also claimed that Thomas taught her how to pick and mix the correct herbs to create natural re me this secure illness, and that she had used these remedies to treat John Jacket's child, her husband's cows, as well as Lady Johnston.

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Bessie also claimed that Thomas Reed had instructed her to intervene in the forthcoming marriage of the eldest daughter of William Blair, saying that if the girl married, she would either end up unlived by her own hand or mad and locked up in the attic.

And finally, Bessie claimed that when she delivered her last child, the midwife was none other than the fairy Queen, whom and herself who then sent Thomas Reid to be her spirit guide.

It was even said that he gave her a piece of green string to hold during the birth, and that she lost it, and that was the reason that Bert didn't go well.

Poor old Bessie did no more than walk in the woods and talk to the faith.

You know, she cured the sick.

She made potions and lotions to heal and help.

Before the invasion of the Romans, this was seen vital to be honest, as most of nature's ailments can be cured with whatever lies in those woods and headerows.

You know, no more do we talk about it's just the wood cutter or her as gods.

They become just myth and legends.

Sadly, you know, not much has changed forred witches.

Look where they're no longer burners at the stake.

But even in twenty twenty five, it seems something weird, you know, to be shunned, and only certain types of people will partake in it.

It has a connotation to it, let's put it that way.

Now.

My fascination with a green man one more precisely, facing the leaves happened when I had my own experience in eighty two.

Obviously, that experience changed everything for me.

I spent the intervening years trying to find other people who had similar stories to tell, and I was delighted when a woman named Joe reached out to me from Yorkshire and explained that she's had an experience which is incredibly similar to my own.

Joe's experience happened ten years before mine, but we were both the same age.

We're both skipping school, we're both playing out with a friend in a place we shouldn't be, and we both had an encounter with a face in the leaves.

Joe said, Hi, Deb, I'm absolutely amazed that I found somebody else.

This is what happened to me.

It was one summer's afternoon when I was playing out as a kid in bar Training, Doncaster.

I saw something so strange that the experience remains with me to this day.

I saw a face in the foliage, and I and a school friend saw him.

And it happened around the time that I was fifteen.

I'd say it was probably nineteen seventy two.

Were a friend and I were playing Truman from school and we knew we wouldn't be caught if we went to a certain area not really ideal for kids, but he was out of the way and no adults would see us there.

We were just messing about in an old abandoned sewage works known locally as Dead Dog's Island.

And as we were playing, we saw a movement and we noticed a face watching us from within the brambles.

He was lying flat in his bella, keeping himself hidden, and he was well hidden in the bushes and the grass.

I couldn't see a body, and I have no idea of the size or height of this thing.

But what we could see clearly was his face.

Whether this thing was it was hair, and it looked like the green Man pictures and artworks that you see in the UK.

It was a face hidden in the leaves, just two eyes watching us.

It seemed to me at the time it was as if the foliage on his face saw he'd used foliage on his face to kind of mask himself.

He was hiding in plain sight.

His skin was dark, he had small, dark eyes, and he just kept looking at us, observing what we were doing.

My friend was really scared and frightened by him.

I was just more interested.

I wanted to know more.

It looked like the foliage was being used to disguise his face somehow, or it was a mask.

Made out of grass and leaves.

I don't know.

He just didn't try and move her approach us, and we ran off.

He didn't even try and follow us either, He just stayed in position.

As far as I know, he just stayed in those brambles.

I can still remember the incident as clear as dead, all these years later.

I wasn't scared, and I really wanted to know more.

But my friend running off left me there alone with him, you know, so I quickly followed her out with her.

Weirdly though, in the same area.

Within a year of that encounter, myself and my brother were walking home and we realized, as we've been followed by something that we couldn't see, we could hear it moving, hear it as it went along.

It was shadowing our steps in the trees and bushes off to the left of us.

It was a dark night, and we caught a glimpse of something that had orange sh eyes or whatever this thing was, it browned us from the bushes in almost exactly the same area.

Can you imagine how frightening that must have been for her.

I mean, even the time she's with her brother.

You know, when you're walking along and you know something's following you and there's nothing you can do about it.

I wonder how long you'd been there?

Was he there when she got there?

I have to think about that myself.

Was he there when we arrived and we disturbed him?

Or was it him who came along and disturbed us?

Was it something that could appear because he was in an area of nature.

I just don't know.

I wish I had done answers, but that wasn't the only report.

They keep coming in.

So now we're going to go to Cornwall to say Morgan.

In fact, to a report titled I saw faces watching from the trees.

The witness said Deborah, I got in touch with you because you take big foot reports.

I've had something happened to me a few years ago that might have been a big foot report.

I'm not sure.

I used to have been Devon and Cornwall, in a little village called Saint Morgan.

I think that's how it spelled.

I'm sorry, I'm not great at writing.

I'm dyslexic, but I wanted to say I've seen one of those things you talk about.

I think there were two of them hiding in the wood, but I only clearly saw one of them.

It happened while I was making pages in the wood for my boss's pheasant hunt, which was being held near Saint mag I used to hear wood knots in the trees when I was working down there.

I wasn't really sure what it was at first.

Now I know it was one or two of those things, unless there's more of them.

When he asked me a boss after that day, he said, oh, yeah, I know what you mean.

We just call them woodwoes.

It was about twenty odd years ago when this happened.

I was in my early twenties, maybe twenty two twenty to do you think It was only a small village not far from New Cay, A lot of cliff roads and high wall ends, you know when you get out of the town, very rural, as in this field working.

And the only way I can describe the place is that he was wooded all around, with steep hills, but with the field at the bottom.

My old Bosh used to keep pheasants and other birds up there.

People paid him to shoot on his land.

Here and I were up at the side of the hill on the far edge.

I remember climbing through vegetation and trees.

He also owns land near Dartmoor two.

Anyway, I was talking to him about the pheasants and the birds, and afterwards me and another guy and he's daughter were left there to finish off the work.

We left alone.

I remember getting finished and hearing a wood knock about thirty yards away.

I looked around, I couldn't see anything.

I looked at them, and they looked at each other, said nothing.

We just carried on backing up.

They're knocking started again, louder and closer, and it made me jump once again.

The other couple didn't say anything.

We just carried on working.

It was only as if I was hearing it.

I was kind of thinking perhaps it was a woodbecker, but it was far too loud for that.

Then the couple left and I stayed behind because they only had a little van.

I had to wait to get it up later.

This was the reason I was there on my own.

I couldn't make out where this knocking town was coming from, but I could still hear it.

I could still see the edge of the forest where we'd been before when i'd heard it earlier on.

I waited on the edge of the forest and I could hear rustling in the bushes.

I looked, but I couldn't see anything, and I guess my eyes adjusted and I began to focus because I began to see a face watching me.

His face was looking back at me, and there were clicks and whistles everywhere.

I don't know why he was watching me, and I still wasn't sure what it was.

I walked forward to try and have a better view, and then this thing stood up.

I don't know why, but I just felt that it wasn't fully grown what I was looking at.

It was a male.

He's about six ft five inches tall.

It was kind of a copper color, and it looked like at me it was gone in a shop, and I heard my old boss's land over returning to collect me.

I got him.

I said nothing, and he was like, so we you And I was like, has anyone ever said anything about like creature being here?

And he was like, oh, yeah, we just call him wood.

Worse replied, just leave them bit.

I've never told anyone about this, and I don't know what I'm telling you.

I felt that he had been watching us all that time you were out there.

I wish I could explain it more fuller.

I'm just sitting here remembering things about the day and jotting him down.

I have heard people say you get a smell sometimes when you see them.

I didn't any smell anyway, I've told you now, and I'm glad I did because I know what I saw.

I've worked other cases before where people have been either setting traps or you know, working at sites where shoots happen.

And maybe possibly one of the reasons is he's of food.

There are lots of pheasants, lots of chicks around at the time, you know, Or maybe it's a curiosity of some kind where they watch you as you watched them.

I really don't know.

The next case I'm sharing with you comes from the Mysterious Britain blog.

In September of nineteen eighty six, an experience took place on four Ashes Lane that led to speculation at a large green man haunted Cryer's Hill.

The following article, entitled Phantoms of the Forest, was published in The South Book Star on a twenty six seven, nineteen eighty six, and it concerned Mark Nurse's experience, which took place six days earlier.

Mark and his friends saw a ghostly figure dressed in green and it startled two motorists as they drove past a crematorium just before midnight.

The apparition suddenly loomed up at the side of the rope, sending shivers down the spine of Mark Nursey and his girlfriend Alison, who were in the car behind him.

Mark of hepperweight cloth high Wick and said the most uncanny thing was the weight stood.

He seems to be wearing what I can only describe as a big bully green jumper.

I couldn't make out the head of hands.

He seemed to be souping.

There was about five eleven tall, was well built.

The weird figure describing the blog that a ghost was also seen outside huinged and Crematorium.

Now there was a follow up article on the seventeenth of October eighty six detailing another experience.

Another witness of the Phantom of the Forest has recalled his terrifying ordeal.

The seven foot tall green ghost was seen by warehouse man Phil Mullet the yards from where twenty one year old Mark and he saw the figure at four Ashes Road, cry a Hill.

When he read the account in the paper, he realized that Mark had seen the same figure that he'd seen all said, It gave me quite a shock to read it.

Your count was so close to my own.

It was about nine dirty.

I drove into four Ashes road, and turning my car lights on full, I saw this green person appear from the right hand side of the road.

It drifted out to the center of the road, then hurried towards me.

He kind of waved its arms, not to frighten, but as if to warn me to keep back.

He drifted into the hedge on the other side of the road, but as I got closer, it came out again to the center, and it turned and again it lifted its arms up.

I knew I was going to hit it.

I think I cried out, I shouted or something.

Phil braked and although he must have hit the figure, when he got out to look, there was nothing there.

He said.

The figure was bright green, but appeared to have no legs or hands.

The body was solid, and it stood about seven foot tall.

Instead of a face, there was just a misty gray round shape.

You imagine coming across that driving at night past the cemetery prematorium.

That is something you remember for quite a long time.

I would you imagine.

I remember being out with Mark one night and we were coming back through Tills.

We were driving about past nine ten o'clock.

It was a night, middle of the night or anything like that, and we were driving and over there it was a stone wall around the cemetery there.

It was just like, it's black, missed.

It's your best way, I can give it a name.

Went over that in front of the car and down onto the other side of the road, and we both kind of said to each other did you see that?

And we just didn't speak about it again.

It's just this big, bulky, massive dark missed fuck.

I don't know.

I don't want to call it.

But many years ago, when I first started searching for others, it would be unlucky enough like myself to have seen something similar, or to have seen the green man, you know, or her face in the leap.

I was concepted by a lady who lives in the Saint Helen's area, and she saw a horrible creature.

I mean, she was playing out on green belt land at the back of her own She was about eight years old at the time.

She thought what she saw was a monk that had been crossed with a dog of some kind.

She remembers it being as big as a bear and it took her many years to go back to that spot.

She was playing out with a friends.

I think they were building a den, and you know what it was like.

Everyone went in and she was minding the den, so no to Youenae used to come along and nipki and that's when she saw it.

But she did see it other times, she said.

Since then, she's seen them and she calls them just from time to time.

They're always hidden within the trees, as if watching the area constantly.

Over the years, we've kept his touch.

She updates me from time to time.

The area this happened in is all mining land that runs for miles and miles, and on that land there there's been sightings of strange figures.

One woman walking her dog saw an ape like creature that peered out of the tree thattter, and when she let out a scream, the creature melded back into the greenery.

And the word struck with me melded why because that's exactly how I described the thing I saw.

As it moved back into the greenery, it melded with it.

Within a year or so of that event, on the flashes where the woman had seen the creature meld.

Another local woman was man handled by a figure that came out of the leaves hideb I'm not sure if you remember me, but I've had some hairy visitors on the land across the road from me for several decades.

Now.

As you know, my home sits on all mining land that I you know, no now, it's mostly green belt, can't be built on.

It's got lots of woods.

Some walking past out on there.

The local dog walkers use it a lot.

Well.

At the top of the road it turning right, it's actually passed a row of houses, and on the left is some land that runs from my house right up to the railway track.

The green belt runs behind the bungalows right up to the railway line and the bridge.

You know, when she crossed the bridge, you have a row terry stouses and on that right that's where the green belt lands.

Behind on the left is another park and the far end of that park is a road that leads to an even bigger park, the huge lake in the middle.

It's quite rural here, and when I was a child it was more so.

But there's been a huge boom lailer, you know, building new houses we had a few waists and incidents where some people have described seeing a hairy, homeless man who would fade back into the undergrowth.

I'm not sure how that's possible, as there, you know, these thick brambles and about fourteen foot eye down there.

One dog walker I met said she was grabbed from behind by someone in the dark.

She felt that he was trying to drag it deeper into the thickets.

Thankfully, her dog chased him off, but she ended up on the floor and she can only remember seeing and I AM come from behind her.

She said, whoever he was, he was absolutely stinking, so she just assumed he was just some docle, you know, some derelic man living there.

Another incident secured to a man who was just across there when a strange face appeared out of the bushes, just staring him.

It was just a face, so he assumed the face belonged to a homeless man and asked if he needed any help.

The so called on this man's face just blinked emerged back into the tree.

He was described in the man as smelling like a dead animal.

He had long hair all over his face and beard was very ugly.

All the locals think it's a homeless man, but I don't anyway, there have been some developments on that land.

As you approach the railway bridge on the left, it's been sold, so there've been builders on there fencing off.

They started cutting back the woods that grow on that side of the road.

I've never seen him do that in all the time I've lived here, and I've been here twenty seven years, and the council have never done anything like this.

Apparently they've been complaints by building contractors stating their children are hiding in the woods and throwing stones at them.

That thing, homeless man, whatever name you want to give it could have been out for years, out there, for decades.

A lot of people said what I saw was a whole was manning.

You couldn't have mistaken it for that.

You couldn't have mistaken it for a man in a suit, or the kids messing about it.

It was just indescribable.

It wasn't something of this world, just the only way I can put it now.

Also, not of this world is an account that we came across in two thousand and seven and from a passenger on a train, and it had took place in New Malden, of all places, which is not far from wumbled and Common, close to the Beverly Brook area.

And it was a small train station used by many people who commute from London.

And it was Michael Appabek who came across the article in the green Man Blog mentioning this account, and he sent it along to me.

The guy's name is Nick Skirting, and he says, one summer afternoon in two thousand and seven, I was returning from central London and my trainers spent a few too many minutes idling at the platform in New Malden Station, lost in thought.

I'd been looking out the wind, nothing in particular, when I suddenly saw something that made me gasp out loud.

At the far end of the London bound platform, there's a thick bank of trees and shrubs behind a fence.

I was astonished to see what appeared to be an enormous face made up of the surrounding foliage, looming out at the opposite platform and looking very similar to the typical appearance of the green Man, you know, the thing that you see in church carvings.

The face was about five foot in diameter and about seven foot or so from the ground.

I was amazed how perfect the face seemed to be, but at the same time I knew it was just my brain demonstrating its knack for face recognition in London patterns.

I probably gazed in wonderful what twenty odd seconds before the most shocking thing happened suddenly and with tremendous velocity.

Tire face withdrew backwards into the vegetation, which caused us surrounding bushes and trees to sway violently.

Most strikingly of all, a branch that must have been under the face swung backwards with immense force, as if a huge weight had been lifted from it before smacking into the surrounding greenery, and I assume, you know, got back in its original position.

This whole motion took about a second, and the face had completely disappeared.

I could accept that a fox or even a human might have been sitting on the branches and had jumped off, you know, causing them to bounce back into position, but this would not easily account for the very distinct retraction of the face, as if it was wrenched backwards into a tunnel.

The face in no way looked constructed or man made, and it seemed to consist of a natural, though utterly remarkable arrangement.

The features of the thing were clear to see, and I was particularly struck by the grinning mouth and the staring eyes.

Quite how the verdant visage was suck backwards, I have no idea.

I've often wondered how, or indeed why, anyone would have achieved this bizarre effect for a board Southwest Trains passenger.

The train drew away and I sat back in my chair feeling strangely unnerved.

And all of my subsequent journeys through the station, I've never seen anything like that.

Again.

The blog author managed to get in contact with Nick to ask his permission to reproduce a letter and see if there was anything else that he could add, and Nick said there was no one near me when I saw the weird thing, which is slightly frustrating.

I was traveling back from town after doing i'm shopping.

It was a sunny day, I suppose the train had been waiting for about two minutes before I noticed the face and the leaves.

I had been staring out of the window all that time, and it was, as I recall, it was like the moment I looked at the bushes that I saw the face.

I've always had a good look at the bank of trees whenever I passed through normal and stration.

You know, it always looked like a rather just standard bush.

Nothing else.

It was though, you know, the terrific suction that seemed to be exerted on the face as it was wrenched back into the shrubbery.

It was just inexplicable to explain the violence of the exit and the massive swaying of branches and foliage was quite spectacular and just left me feeling really surprised and shocked.

I only wish now that I'd got out of that train and gone to investigate on the opposite platform, but at last I didn't, so I'm just left with the mystery of it.

Are what that must have been like for him, you know, involved on it.

We sat on the train just stare endlessly out of the window, hoping, you know that you're how long you're going to be at that this platform?

And then you see it before your eyes, something completely impossible.

A the making of a face, and then b the way that face is then pulled back into that greener we could say melded, because they merged became one with.

There are lots of ways that we can describe it, but in all of the cases tonight we're talking about things that are almost hiding within the bushes.

Now, there was a case I remember where it was stated that what the gentlemen had seen were aliens.

And I think that took place in Clapping, if I remember rightly, And he described what he saw when he was photographing in the wood was these faces that would appear within the trees, and he thought that these faces were of an alien nature in some kind.

And I would suggest that his background knowledge is in the alien subject because my background knowledge is encryptis subjects.

So I kind of put the green man in that category.

And we're all kind of you know, we do that.

That's what we do.

We don't bring human beings.

We put our connotation on it.

For somebody who was a pager not into the old ways would see it.

Maybe is the green man a brown jack, whatever name we want to put on it or give it.

But it shows you, doesn't it that over thousands and thousands of years, human beings have reported seeing a face that watches them from the leaves.

So the next time you're out with the kids are on your bike, or with the dog, or even on the train, have a look at the greenery around you and see if you can see within those leaves.

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I hope that you've enjoyed the stories that I brought you, whether you are new or a returning subscriber, talking of which, if you're not, why don't you hit that subscribe button.

It can really help my channel to grow.

We also do a live stream on occasion, and you know, we'd put a podcast out as often as we can, and I'm sure there'll be something within that that you will enjoy.

So for now, I will bid you all farewell, and I will be back at some point with more stories than the BBI styles.

Good Night, everyone,