Posted by UPARS
Thursday, November 14, 2019
Best known for the Sierra Sounds, Ron Morehead is a researcher, author, and producer. He?s been known for decades for his world-wide research into the Bigfoot/Sasquatch phenomenon. The Sierra Sounds are the only Bigfoot recordings that have been scientifically studied, time-tested, and accredited as being genuine. Ron has documented his personal interactions with these giant beings and produced his story on CD and in his book, ?Voices in the Wilderness.?
Very few researchers of his caliber are brave enough to publicly consider the hundreds of reports that include that ?spooky action at a distance,? (Einstein). In his new book, ?The Quantum Bigfoot,? Ron goes above and beyond, combining decades of experience and tireless hours of research into the realm of quantum physics as it could pertain to Bigfoot/Sasquatch. Also, he thinks there could there be an alien component to this mystery?
Besides being the Keynote Speaker at many conventions, he has been featured on countless radio programs such as Coast to Coast, BBC TV documentaries, and the Learning Channel.
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