Moss People Journal, entry 3
I had another Moss People experience the other day, my third sighting of these very strange beings. Since I last glimpsed one of the Moss People I have returned to the forest many times with the hope of seeing more of them. I thought much about them as I searched. Were they intending for me to see them, or had I somehow been fortunate enough to catch them unawares? The latter seemed unlikely, as I know of no other sightings of such beings. After several weeks and many fruitless forest searches over trail and through tangled underbrush my perseverance was rewarded.
I had spent the afternoon negotiating the trails and terrain of an unfamiliar coastal redwood forest, pausing for extended periods where I found moss growing on stem or stone. At such times I sat quietly, hoping that some of the Moss People would again show themselves. I had resolved to attempt communicating with them before photographing should I find any of them again; I did not want to waste my unique opportunity to learn the secrets of these incredible people. But the afternoon waned, and I had given up and was on the trail back to my car when I saw them.
They appeared in the mossy cross section of an ancient redwood giant where the tree had been cut away after falling across the trail many years ago. I stopped short when I saw them. There were two Moss People, one seemingly peering out from a glass-like portal embedded in the tree, while the other one was situated in the knot of a more recently-fallen log and looked as though it were a part of the tree itself. I cannot describe it with words exactly.
As I had already photographed other Moss People, my first intention was to initiate communication. I raised my hands palm up and approached them slowly while stating my peaceful intentions in soft tones. They paid not the slightest attention; I was utterly ignored. I did not want to force myself upon them, so after exhausting reasonable means of gaining their attention I eventually desisted and, with a mental shrug and sigh, decided I may as well photograph them. With the click of the shutter they instantly faded away, together with the glassy portal.
My photograph was again a success, but these strange beings remain a mystery. I feel that they have not entered my life by chance, and I believe I will see them again.
