Chasing interference

and other crazy bus stories

I’ve chased a lot of strange things over the years mostly sound—sound that shouldn’t be there. I took this video on December 31, 2017. 4:09am, up early back then too. Flashes were going off around me on my layover just across the street from the main Microsoft campus in Redmond Washington. Who is doing it and why?

This is only a month after my great alien encounter so I’m a little jumpy. It’s an example of the crazy shit that was going on around me then and still going on around me.

In the end I come up with a ridiculous debunk.

I am entering into my ninth year of researching the strange here in the third dimension. It’s safe to say I don’t view this place like most people. Not anymore. Not what I’ve seen and heard and experienced. This is a very strange place. Incredible forces here too.

On my hike yesterday with The Great One I was thinking about another weird thing that happened to me on my bus, on one of my layovers. It was on the old 238 route from Woodinville Wa. to downtown Kirkland.

I was laying over in Woodinville minding my own business when the back of the bus started bouncing up and down almost coming off the ground. First ridiculous debunk, someone is on the back bumper. I opened the door and ran to the back of the bus and nobody is there. Walking back I realized the person would have had to weigh about a thousand pounds to do that. Powerful entity.

I thought of another experience. I was laying over at the Redmond transit center. Only buses are allowed.

The car shown is a base car for a road relief. My bus was parked the furthest away from the brick building which is where the two bathrooms are located.

A man pulls in and parks about 30 feet behind me. He’s lost and is looking at his cell phone. I needed to use the bathroom so I go out the door and to the back of my bus and then it started. Screams were coming from the van.

“Mike, you fucking piece of shit. We hate you. Die you fucking piece of human shit. We’re going to kill you Mike. Be afraid Mike. Yes, you’re looking right at us loser. We’re going to kill you Mike. We’re coming after you fucker.”

Demons. A host of them coming from the car. The man never looked up. I thought about walking over to the van and confront them straight on. If they’re so tough why are they maintaining a distance? The other thought I had is I sure hope these fuckers don’t follow me into the bathroom. They didn’t. Walking back, the same verbal assault. I ignored them. I had my recorder on my bus and would have loved to have recorded that.

I used the demons to teach me about them. They foolishly complied.