Bus driver stories from the other side #3

“We need ghost stories because we, in fact, are the ghosts.”—Stephen King

I shared my anniversary story and mentioned afterwards this explosion of paranormal activity. I had to wonder is it the aftereffects of an alien encounter? I attempted to contact the big ET superstars, the headliners at the ET conferences. I shared my story in an email. They meet thousands of ET people on their speaking tours. I asked them if they’ve discovered there is an explosion of paranormal activity in a person’s life after an alien encounter. None would reply back. Perhaps my own encounter wasn’t interesting enough for them, worthy of a response.

I became my own paranormal scientist. I didn’t want to. Here WAS my position then. On aliens, I threw this out to universe. Aliens, I know you are here. You like to play this game I played when I was a kid. It’s called hide and seek. You are a very good hider. I don’t plan on wasting this lifetime experience seeking you. You’re not that interesting to me, and I’m still trying to understand humans. Let’s make a deal. I leave you alone and you leave me alone.

On the paranormal side it was kind of the same. It went like this. Spirits, I’m sure when you were alive you lived your life free from paranormal interference (I’m making an assumption). Please allow me that same experience. I don’t have a great interest in exploring the bumps in the night. I’d rather get a good night sleep.

Both requests were denied.

Universe has a different plan for me and it requires I explore both. Since my attempts to get an answer from the ET experts went unanswered, I will go it alone. What other options do I have? My plan with them, ET’s, was since universe won’t allow me out then let universe bring them to me. I won’t seek them. I’m still not. Universe did. I document it. I see Clif High has a recent post on talking to the aliens. I need to check that out.

My experience indicates their preferred way to communicate with us is telepathy. That’s fine. In the future I plan on doing a post on telepathy. I will attempt to explain it, attempt to explain my tests I developed to prove we can do it, and how I failed at it and why.

On the paranormal, I became my own paranormal scientist. I didn’t use anything that paranormal researchers use other than a digital recorder and a digital video camera. Iphone works well too. No magnetic gizmo’s. I believe all television paranormal shows are scripted. Prove me wrong Zak Bagans.

 A question I have for him is how can you spend an entire night locked in an extremely haunted building and at best only come away with a very weak EVP? I’ve ended up at some of the same places he has investigated. Those are good stories too. I no longer watch his comedy show because I no longer have a TV.

 Does anyone want a TV? I tore it off my wall in the spring of 2017 just after this bus driver experience, and it's been taking up space in my garage since then.

Sorry for that 450 + word intro to this bus story but I think it needed it.

I have a close friend, rare for me, especially these days. He is the only one I shared all of this insanity with other than my wife, and a few hypnotherapists and now you my readers. I thought he could handle it. I was wrong. His background is he’s a Christian with a degree in theology. We’ve had great debates on religion.

I ran a test in the spirit world and it worked. I believe nobody in the paranormal community has tried it or would even attempt to try it. THEY, the spirits, gave me the idea. I’m not smart enough to come up with it myself. I repeated the test several times to prove it out. Once I was confident, I could repeat the spirit test I asked my friend to come over. I told him I would show him something that would blow his mind.

The test was once again a success. “You can’t do this Mike. Nobody can do this. How are you able to do this?”

My response to him was, “I don’t know how I’m able to do this but as you can see I did it.” I asked him if he believed it was real. He replied of course. I asked him if there is any way I could have used trickery to fool him. He said that he didn’t think I’d ever do that and no I didn’t use trickery.

He left my home late that night around 11PM. He left confused. I wasn’t concerned. I assumed his mind would work that confusion out just as my mind had done.

The next day was a Saturday. I was driving the 240 route from Bellevue Transit Center to Renton. My phone had died—dead battery. I was making a return trip to Bellevue and entering the Eastgate park and ride. It has this twisted loop that you have to make to get to the zones. On the corner was my friend frantically waving his hands.

 I was shocked to see him. I opened the door and let him in. “We have to talk,” he said. He was quite upset. He told me he has been trying to call me all morning. I told him my phone died. He started to go into it but I told him to hold his thoughts until I get to Bellevue where I have a break and we can be alone. While I was driving I began to wonder how he knew that I would be at the Eastgate park and ride at this time. He knows I’m a driver but he doesn’t know what routes I drive on any given day.

When we got to the transit center I asked him how he knew to go to the Eastgate P&R at that time. He said a spirit told him. “WHAT,” I shouted. He said a female spirit that knows me told him to go there. “You are fucking kidding me man.” He assured me he wasn’t. I asked him was it verbal or telepathy. It took him a minute to think about it. He finalized it as telepathy. “Are you sure it was a female.” He was. “Did she say her name?” She didn’t. “Wait a minute. Let me see if I got this right. You are at home. You are trying to call me, you can’t reach me because my phone is dead, a voice enters your mind and tells you where to go to meet me. Is that correct?” He said it was.

He started to go into why he was trying to reach me and I held my hand up to silence him. I needed to think about this. I needed to be alone for a minute. How is this possible? A person is thinking about me, my friend. His thought goes up as energy and is picked up by a spirit that knows me. She communicates back to him where I am. How does she know where I am? Is she with me or can she see me from wherever she is? He interrupts my thoughts.

“She first got it wrong Mike.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She first directed me to the South Bellevue park and ride. While I was there waiting she came through again. She apologized and told me to go to Eastgate P&R and she told me the exact time you would pass through. She told me where to stand.”

“WHAT,” I shouted again. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

I asked him to give me a moment. I needed to think about this--again. How did she get it wrong? What was she seeing that indicated to her that I would pass through the South Bellevue park in ride?

In 2017 the South Bellevue P&R was scheduled to close in May. It would be torn apart for the construction that has the light rail passing through it.

This has the residents in the very rich neighborhood of the Beau Arts very upset. Criminals can now easily hop the train in Seattle, get off in the Beau Arts station and go explore the neighborhood late at night and then hop the last train back to Seattle. They sued Sound Transit to block it.

They have a strict noise community policy and it’s protected by city law. The construction will surely violate this. Sound Transit agreed to compensate the rich people with money. A judge sided with Sound Transit and construction continued. Each homeowner received around $200 dollars. The residents told me it was a joke. I asked them what dollar amount would have made it not a joke.  

Side story. My homeless friend Walter lived in a home in the Beau Arts for a while. A woman who lived there picked him up at the Bellevue library and he lived with her for a few months. It became his new camp and the bus passed right in front of her home. I told you about his aura.

 I got it. The 240 route use to go through the South Bellevue park in ride, but it was changed a few years prior. She was seeing me pass through then. How was she alerted that it had changed? Can she look back in time from the other side?

All of the above questions I explored and more. I received some answers, but many remain a mystery. There’s a reason for this. They aren’t allowed to tell us everything. Who blocks them? The system does. I’ve tested this with them repeatedly so both sides know this is true. I might share how I set up those tests in a future post.

My friend was so disturbed by my test that I showed him and by the spirit that brought him to meet me that he refuses to discuss it with me. To this day I can’t mention it to him. It clashes with his Christian beliefs. It doesn’t fit into his bible. I agree with him and have asked him maybe it needs to be explored. He refuses, and I’ve moved on. I am now too busy trying to stop psychopathic murderers from killing me and the rest of humanity. At the moment it consumes all of my time.

Next bus driver story is on this man.

I took the photo from my bus. It was taken in Kirkland Washington where the plandemic was launched and no doubt a lot of planning went on there too. Note the ghostly appearance. The building you see behind him is the Kirkland library. Walter’s body was found nearby.

He entered my bus one day and told me some things about myself that only I know and yes, it had to do with spirits.

In the attached video the singer starts off blowing a kiss. One day a young girl got off my bus at the University of Washington. She got off the back door. She walked up to the front door. Thinking she might have left something on the bus I opened the door. She blew me a kiss and then walked away.