My name is Daniel.

I'm an Englishman living in Bordeaux, France for the last 22 years.

In March of 2014, I flew to America to receive prophetic counseling in Courte d'Iialine, Idaho. I think I'll pronounce that

right. Quir di Aline, Quir dealine, I don't know how to say it. I decided to check out this place

on YouTube before leaving and I was surprised to see videos of Saskwit sightings in the margin.

Since I was an infant, I've always been fearful of all things paranormal, and I became

fearful of seeing a Saskatch while I was in Idaho. I'm thankful that I did not see one.

I enjoyed the beauty of the area and the kindness of its people for the two weeks' duration

of my stay.

It was a very pleasant memory.

I then flew to Los Angeles for two weeks to meet a friend from Facebook whom I had

never met in the flesh.

I couldn't stay in her house as there was no room,

so I asked a lady who I had met in Bordeaux several months earlier

who lived not far away if I could stay at her place.

The lady lives in Santa Clarita,

a small commune about 45 minutes from Los Angeles.

I slept in the guest bedroom adjacent to the garage behind the house.

Nearby is a golf course, and if I recall correctly, a small field.

I didn't see much in the way of forest.

One night, I think it was the 17th or 18th of March, in my sleep I suddenly found myself

in the garage.

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