Bus driver story from heaven, hell and the other side $4

Bobby the time traveler

“If time travel is possible where are the tourists from the future?”—Stephen Hawking

Year—1998 est.

Route 249 Bellevue to Redmond

The first time I seen Bobby I was sitting at a traffic light. It was around 5am. I think the year was around 1998. The reason I think this is because I was driving a small passenger van for King County Metro in those years. They had them back in 1998. They got rid of all of them a few years after. They were primarily used for early morning routes, or routes that didn’t have much ridership.

I was parked at a traffic light on NE 20th and 130th street in Bellevue just a few blocks from our base. There are strip mall businesses all the way for several miles. Nothing really opens until around 8. I can see a tall dark figure walking towards me. The figure had on a tall hat. Long coat that went down to his ankles, an eye patch and he looked completely out of place.

Not someone you want to encounter in a dark alley either. My first thought, time traveler. What is he doing here at this location, at 5am, where no buses are running except mine and he’s walking in the opposite direction and he’s alone? It was as if he was just plunked down in this location. When the light changed, we intersected. He didn’t look over. I looked.

A few months later I saw him again. This time in downtown Seattle. He was dressed similar but different. Different long coat, different hat, gloves and different boots. This confirmed my belief. He is a time traveler. No doubt.

I continued to run across him throughout the Seattle area and the eastside area. Kind of a long territory for someone roaming around alone. I couldn’t pinpoint where he might live, Seattle or Eastside, or some future point in time—3050 maybe.

One day I was driving through Factoria to Renton and there he was at a zone. A few others where there but he was standing off to the side, alone. He boarded my bus and paid. He sat about mid-way back in the bus, took off his hat and placed it in the seat next to him. From behind I could see passengers staring at him. He then took his hands and placed them over his face and kind of pulled them down. He went into a great big yawn. Ah hah, time travelers get tired just like we do. Why wouldn’t they--they may have traveled a long way to get here.

I picked up Bobby several more times after that same as before, always alone, or if there are others, he’s standing off by himself. I never seen him talk to anyone. Oh yeah, he’s a fucking time traveler for sure. What’s he doing here though? What’s his mission? Does he know someone has identified him as a time traveler? Would it mess up his mission if he were discovered as a time traveler? Bus drivers have a lot of time to work out these details on their passengers. This man is a time traveler there is no doubt in my mind. I’ve read enough sci-fi, to know that I’m looking at a time traveler. I’ve also watched a couple of Kerry Cassidy videos which is further confirmation—this walking fashion show is a time traveler and where he came from, they probably all dress this way.  

I was laying over at the Woodinville P&R on a Sunday morning on the 238 route and there’s Bobby standing at the zone. This was around 2017, after my encounter in 2016 that produced an explosion of paranormal activity. By now I had gone non-stop investigating why there are all these spirits around me. How many spirits? One evening I was sitting on my couch sipping a glass of wine. My couch faces Ghost Gardens. It was dark so I couldn’t see the garden. I was just quietly enjoying the moment. My wife was out for the evening. A voice came into my head. It was a female. “Mike, I’d like to come into the house.”

“Come on in.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I’m blocked.”

“Who is blocking you?”

“Spirits.”

“Go around them.”

“I can’t get passed them.”

“Hang on.” I was real confused by this. At this time I had a telepathic relationship with several spirits one of them named Sabrina. There’s a long story about this but when it all happened to me spirits had access to my thoughts as well as they were breaking our frequency around me. So I was hearing them times two. It was like I was this switch board operator. All day long, “Hi Mike. So excited to be able to reach you.” Nonstop spirits and I’m trying to drive a bus.

I stopped answering them. “Mike, this is Sabrina. Mike, I know you can hear me. Please respond Mike.” I ignore her requests. Two minutes later she says the same thing. Finally, a male spirit interjects, “Sabrina, you are fucking driving Mike crazy will you stop? Obviously, he can hear you but doesn’t want to answer.”

“Andy this is a miracle do you realize that? It could go away at any time Andy and we won’t be able to reach Mike this way.”

“It ain’t going away Sabrina.”

“You don’t know that Andy. It could. Mike, this is Sabrina. I’ve been with you your entire life. Please answer Mike.” I answer her and tell her that I agree with Andy and she is driving me fucking crazy. She apologizes and agrees to stop. Five minutes later, “Mike, you don’t have to say anything just please acknowledge that you can hear me somehow. This is Sabrina.” I raise my hand. “Good Mike. Thanks.” Sabrina was definitely the most dominate voice coming through. She was just too excited to be able to reach me. If her claims are true that she has been with me my entire life I guess I can understand her excitement.

To calm the situation down with the spirits having access to me I needed to do something. I had no way to stop them. I was recording them too so I had the audio files on them when they broke our frequency. I needed help but who do I go to-- a shrink? He’s going to say I’m crazy and write a prescription for some schizophrenia pills. I had a plan to counter that. Just take my recorder in and playback the voices and ask him if he can hear them. He will say yes he can and then I was going to say, “well it looks like you need the pills too. Come over here and lay down on this couch and let’s talk about the spirits you hear.”

I decided I’d ask the dominant voice for help, Sabrina. I told her that there are too many spirits having access to my mind and being able to telepathically reach me and that if she didn’t want me turning into a complete nutcase she’s going to have to help me. She asked me what I wanted her to do. I told her I wanted her to see if she could somehow block the voices having access to me. She said she wasn’t sure she could or if she knew how. She told me some voices were coming to me but their spirit body wasn’t present. Not all but some and she wouldn’t know how to block those spirits. She said she would work on the ones who do come to me in spirit form, who visit the garden and stroll through the house. Fast forward she found a way.

Back to me on the couch sipping my wine. I asked Sabrina to sit next to me on the couch and look where I’m looking. “Sabrina, be my eyes in the spirit world. What do you see?”

“Spirits Mike.”

“How many?”

“Too many to count.”

“What do you mean too many to count?”

“Mike it looks like an infinite number of spirits.” I pause. What does that look like, a rock concert. “Sabrina a female voice came through and told me she was blocked by spirits. She said she was two blocks over. Do you think the spirits go out that far?”

“Yes Mike.”

“Do you think you could go get her and bring her in the house?”

“I can find her Mike.”

“Do it Sabrina.” I didn’t talk to Sabrina for the rest of the evening, nor did I hear from the female spirit who said she was blocked. I can’t fathom that there were thousands of spirits around my house wanting to see me sitting on my couch sipping wine. Asking Sabrina to be my eyes in the spirit world is something I’ve done several times just to get a visual of what is around me. Wait until I write the story on my night in Tombstone Arizona. There’s a lot of visual there.

 Bobby and this young girl are at my zone, again it looks like he’s just been plunked down in this place from 3050. He looks totally out of place as any time traveler dressed like him would.

There’s a route that goes into downtown Seattle from Woodinville so I assumed he was waiting for it, but I see him walking all over the Eastside too, so WTF, I just don’t know with this dude. Again, Bobby is patiently waiting and doesn’t make any attempt to engage the young lady there. I pull up to the zone and both board my bus.

The young girl boards first and heads to the back of the bus. Bobby boards, pays his fare and takes a seat mid-way back. I think I see a pattern with his seating choice now. As I start to drive off he stands up and starts walking towards me. It didn’t concern me in the slightest because I had observed him many times by now and think I know his demeanor, sort of. Typically, when a passenger is walking towards me I always look at their hands to see if they have a weapon. Some do. Those are my bus driver stories from hell, IN Q.

Bobby reaches me and bends over and quietly says, “Hey man do you know you have a male spirit around you.” I did but I wasn’t aware anyone else knew this. I told him there is nothing negative with the male spirit. He didn’t reply to that. Does he see otherwise? I’d later learn the spirits name is Andy and he is partnered up with Sabrina. I asked him if he was a psychic and he said he was. He told me he’s been one since he was a child. To look at Bobby I had to look into my mirror and talk so I can drive and see him without taking my eyes off the road.

I have discussed this conversation with him before but I never told him this. While he was talking to me I could see him and the entire bus behind him in the mirror. There are overhead hand rails that run all the way to the back of the bus. The girl in the back had headphones on. Above her head the chrome handrail was dancing with some kind of electrical current. It wasn’t advancing in any direction just over the girls head in the back of the bus. I didn’t know Bobby at this time and wasn’t sure why it was happening, but my world at this point there were all kinds of insane things like that happening. I’m thinking it had something to do with Bobby. Or was it the two of us together?

Bobby then told me about himself—a quick brief explanation of his activities in the spirit world. My time traveler belief has just been blown to hell. Why, maybe he is but doesn’t know it. I’m going with that one, but maybe he’s just a funky psychic. If it was his desire to profit off being a psychic I’m thinking his fashion alone could draw customers in.

He doesn’t seem driven by money in any sort of way. This re-enforces my belief he’s a time traveler. Somebody in the future is sending him money. Why don’t they send me any? He’s definitely a time traveler.

We became facebook friends and started sharing experiences. We’d also share experiences whenever he boarded my bus. He likes ghosts. I have a lot of them and I like them too. Bobby has this gift for knowing when a spirit is around. I’m not sure we’ve discussed how he knows in our brief time together on my bus. He’s told me several stories of which one of them I asked him if he would allow me to publish it. He agreed and I did. It’s called the Hell House.

He told me once he was walking in downtown Seattle where he entered into a small pastry shop. I think he bought a bagel and a cup of coffee. Ah hah, they still drink coffee in 3050.

Pictures don’t lie.

He said when he went to pay he told the young girl working there, “Your mom is going to be alright.” There was some emotional reaction from the young girl and she told him her mom is very sick. Somehow he knew this and knew she would also recover.

Perhaps the girl wanted a picture of him. Perhaps it’s this one.

Bobby is partially responsible for the name of my Substack. Bobby told me the Reaper is real. Bobby told me a story of a person, I think it was a woman. She committed suicide in downtown Bellevue. Tragically she jumped to her death off the Bellevue square upper parking garage and onto the sidewalk on NE 8th street. The 271 route drives right past it all day long—I believe it was my route at the time.

He told me he was walking towards the mall to go into the QFC store across from the mall. At the top, at the exact location where the person jumped was what he described as the image we call the “Reaper.” I assumed it had a scythe but I wish I would have asked him. He walked past the reaper no doubt not even looking up. He sees a lot of supernatural things, this is just one more thing. Knowing him I doubt he’d give the reaper too much attention. A casual glance and then continue on his way. He said when he came out of the store he noticed a lot of police and fire department activity. He then learned about the suicide.

When Bobby isn’t exorcising demons from a house he designs his own clothes and is his own tailor. Nordstroms should hire him as a designer. He also works as a male model. He’s also an actor and has played in several movies filmed in Seattle. He’s a very quiet man. He talks quietly and politely. You can meet him in a dark alley without any fear. He’s also a fucking time traveler and nobody is going to convince me otherwise.

Pictures used are courtesy of Bobby Porch.