LISTENING TO BOTH SIDES

“The most dangerous person is the one who listens, thinks and observes.”—Bruce Lee

In 1980 I was building devices to record the voices of people minutes before they were killed. Contrast that to the year 2016 when I was using a recording device to listen to their voices after they died.

I started working as a machinist for an aerospace company named Sunstrand Data Control in 1978. Sunstrand manufactured several aerospace products many still in use today. One of them being the “Black box.” It’s not black it’s fluorescent orange. It’s never been black. How it got the nickname black box is anyone’s guess. I worked on them for 14 years and I never heard the story of how it got that name. Isn’t black the color for death?

This recorder is the exact image of the box I worked on.

They later went to solid state electronic gadgetry, computer goop and wires everywhere. This is the old school tape and reel that required a lot of machinists to produce it.

I primarily worked on the dog dish line. We machinist made up our own names for the various component parts. The dog dish line machined the casing and the machined parts inside the casing.

It was called Dog dish because of it’s shape—a deep dish bowl. Machinists would take the scrap parts home and use them as dog dish bowls to feed their dogs. They will last forever, and ever, and ever. I never scrapped any.

 There’s another dog dish that bolts on top of the one shown so all the important guts are protected inside. Do anything you can think of, and this thing will still work. Water, fire, army tanks, nuclear explosion, you could send it to hell for a thousand years, pull it out and it would still work. Imagine listening to that.

The third shift once brought an arsenal of guns to work and set up several dog dishes and shot them all to hell in an attempt to puncture one. Not even a 45 standing five feet away could puncture the dog dish. People would ask, “Why don’t we make an entire plane out of those?” An excellent idea. I don’t know. Third shift also doubled as a gun manufacturing factory.

This one shows the dog dish casing depth a lot better.

After a jumbo jet plane crashed Sunstrand would eventually get them back and they would be displayed in display cases in the main entrance hallway. I admit it was kind of creepy, but they wanted to show off their product to future customers as well as the employees who worked on them. The one shown below pulled out from one of the wrecked 9-11 planes. Source.

I don’t believe the official narrative of 9-11 so I believe the translated audio on the recorder is all bullshit. The entire wreckage is probably bullshit. Evidence for that too.

Another product Sundstrand made was the Ground Proximity Warning System. This alerts the pilot they better fucking do something real fast or they’re going to slam into a mountain, into the ground, or a Trade Tower in New York city. The alert makes a loud, “WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP, PULL UP, PULL UP.” I think there are several versions to the WHOOP, WHOOP. I’ve listened to several of the audios just before the plane crashes and you can clearly hear it. I worked on this device as well.

Youtube video on the GPWS.

I scanned through the bullshit 9-11 translation and didn’t see any reference to the GPWS warning system going off.  The supposed nut case terrorists wouldn’t know how to disable it. They may be expert jumbo jet pilots after one lesson but they’d never be able to figure out how to disable the GPWS and why would they want to? Perhaps because it fucks up the fake audio they made with, “WHOOP, WHOOP.”

I’ve probably listened to a dozen or more of the cockpit voice recordings just before the plane crashes. As the pilots are frantically fighting to control the plane, screams can be heard from the flight crew as well as passengers. Sometimes the pilots scream and curse and sometimes they are very calm, “We’re going down Bob. It was nice flying with you.” CRASH!!! Very haunting.

Fast forward thirty-eight years and contrast the above to the below. Life is strange, very strange.

In 2016 an event happened in my life, and after that, it required me to use a device to listen to people on the other side—people once alive now dead. Although, they don’t like being labeled as dead because they are anything but dead.

 The paranormal wasn’t an interest of mine and I never sought it out. Television ghost shows I viewed as humorous, however It sought me out, and wasn’t going away. I became my own paranormal scientist. I set up my own tests and either proved them out or disproved them—if I could. I became somewhat of an expert in spirit frequency—paranormal frequency. Either I trained myself to hear in very low frequency or I was taught. I’m open to either. I became a frequency spirit hunter and I documented my findings.

I’d find a break in the frequency and if there’s a break what caused it? Was it a normal sound such as a car door closing, the wind blowing, or was it undetermined? If it’s undetermined, then it is possibly paranormal. It is within the frequency break that I would go hunting for the spirits.

I developed a way to lock in on that frequency. I would capture it and then loop it over. I would find a spirit saying a single word and then determine is the word at the beginning of a sentence, middle, or end and then go forward or back to complete the sentence. This is time consuming. A single sentence could take five minutes up to fifteen, but to me it was worth it. It’s a miracle. Isn’t a miracle worth 5-15 minutes of your time? Are there any personal miracles in a four hour football game?

My name has a hard K in it so it is quite easy to lock in on at almost any frequency, at least for me. I just had to make sure the spirit voice didn’t say, bike, or like. In the beginning the spirits would always start their sentence with my name or end the sentence with my name. “I love you Mike.”

“Mike is an asshole.”

A friend who has an interest in paranormal was over once so I had him listen to some of my recordings. At one point he pulled the headphones off laughing and asked me why they’re calling me an asshole.

I told him because these are asshole spirits and I called them that so they get a collective group of other asshole spirits as well as demonic entities and it becomes a chorus of, “Mike is an asshole.” I went on to tell him this story.

Let’s say you’re a person who routinely gets drunk and slaps your wife around and kicks your dog. A real asshole. One day after work you stop off at your regular bar for your required drinks. On the drive home a tree falls on your car and kills you instantly. When you step out of your body you’re not suddenly a saint, you’re still the same fucking asshole you were when you were alive only now you are a spirit, and now you’re wife and dog are very happy.

In the beginning I had to deal with a lot of negative spirits and demonic entities. Sometimes the two are hard to tell apart. I’ve won my battles against both and they rarely are in my presence and are rarely captured on the recorder anymore but they do come through once in awhile.

The most disturbing ones say, “I’m going to kill you Mike,” or, “Kill Mike.”

Having lived through about a thousand or more of those recorded comments over six years I know they aren’t going to do jack shit to me, and it’s with that confidence I can deal with any demonic entity or negative spirit. I have numerous documented stories.

You can’t ask the spirits anything and get an answer. There’s some law they are bound to on that side. It doesn’t allow them to tell you certain things like when you’re going to die or what the lottery numbers are. I’ve tested the lottery numbers as well as blackjack. They see the numbers clearly before they are announced, or displayed, but when they are produced it is read differently. I had a trip ready for Vegas if the blackjack test proved favorably for me. Double down. What a money whore.

My spirit sessions during the covid scam have been silent. Why? Almost every other topic is open for discussion, but not this genocide. By late 2020 I stopped asking for their thoughts. They just listened to me ramble on. More like rant on.

I tried baiting them into a discussion, “It must be starting to fill up on your side spirits. People are getting sick, dropping dead. Care to comment?” Occasionally I might hear a spirit say, “Mike wants us to answer.” They did answer a question that surprised me, “Am I going to live through this genocide?”

I’ve spent years translating the recorded sessions and have written them out and cataloged them. I have big binders filled with translated sessions. It would probably equal several books. This morning I flipped the binder opened and it opened to a translated video session I ran inside a cathedral in Lichfield England in the spring of 2017.

The video session produced some amazing video of what seemed to be spirits in flight, or white manifestations of something. Arrows in the picture point them out. Audio captured numerous spirit voices. Many of the voices indicated to me they were demonic even though the cathedral has ugly gargoyle concrete structures attached to the outside of the building to ward of demonic entities. It’s doing the opposite.

When I returned, I posted the gargoyle images on my Facebook and I meant to mention this on my Bobby Porch article because he commented on my post. It was something like this, “If people could see what is sitting next to them in the pew they wouldn’t go to church.”

It's interesting to me that I just happen to flip open to the Lichfield cathedral translation because when I realized I left out Bobby’s church comment I thought about doing an article on the Lichfield cathedral where I could add his comment. It’s been kicking around my head for several days. Just the images alone are article worthy. This works out better. If you’d like to see the cathedral just Google, Lichfield cathedral and then select images. It’s quite a structure and I wonder what God thinks. I think I know.

So, I went from building devices to listen to people minutes before they leave the physical to listening to them on the other side decades later. I admit, my life is very strange, but I love it, and the words of my hypnotherapist constantly remind me, “Don’t fear it Mike.”

It’s going to get a lot stranger.

Author note: In 1993 Sunstrand was bought out by a company named Allied Signal. One day before the sale was final we had an all company meeting. The location chosen for our company meeting was a church. Pastor pervert Bob’s mega church. His urges were featured in an article I wrote as well as his church. The reason the church was selected was because our company had around 1300 people and because there was going to be a lot of lies told. The big lie told was that Allied Signal had no plans to reduce the workforce. Our jobs are all safe. On the following day over 800 of us were unemployed. Thirty years later the scenario repeats and I’m once again unemployed.

Let’s finish with a promise and a plane.