Moclips in March

"If you want to know the secrets of the universe think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration."-- Nikola Tesla

The third dimension is a conglomerate of strange. It is the ghetto of all dimensions. We can't exist in 2D. The third dimension attracts all life forms. We only see human life, animal life and plant life, but what are the other life forms that are here? Spirit life. Those who were once human and lived a lifetime and are now present in our 3D reality as a spirit. Entities. Spirits who have never entered into the human lifetime process, and these are negative entities known as demons and positive entities known as angels, or spirit guides. A host of alien life. Over the years I've encountered all of the above and documented it all in great detail with video, pictures and audio. Imagine if you took all of the above life and put them into a blender, ran it for a minute and then dumped it into a confined space known as the third dimension, you have just entered the Twilight Zone. My blog will show you just how strange it is.

On March 9, 2018 my wife Gaynor, I and our dog Abbey all went to the ocean for a few days. We stayed at the Hi-Tide Resort in Moclips Washington. We’ve stayed here many times over the years. One drawback was that Abbey always got sick from the water. This trip she didn’t. The weather was the best it’s ever been. Beautiful sunsets along with unusually warm weather for early March. My plan for this trip was do nothing. Leave my cell phone turned off. Leave the television off and read. Gaynor shot all of the video using her iPhone. I had no intentions of even picking mine up so I'm awfully glad she did. I took my digital recorder down but not with the intent to use it only in case what I deem an emergency session. I don't do many sessions these days because I'm attempting to translate every recorded session I have and I have over 400 of them. However, I did load a session on the recorder with the intent to work on the translation. That session is five hours and eighteen minutes long and jammed packed with spirit activity. It was recorded on 11-27-16. It's file number 161127_001. The recorder was on my window seal with the microphone facing my backyard. I have many, too many sessions where I let the recorder run all night. I call them silent sessions because I'm silent except for my snoring, and let me say listening to yourself snore for six hours is brutal. I don't snore anymore. Incredible story. I'll share sometime. 

 The recorded all night sessions take a lot of time to translate. I document all the spirits with a time stamp so I can easily find it again on the session. If it's a class A EVP then I save the audio as well. I can capture up to 100 spirits in a single minute so one minute could take me 20 minutes to translate. I time stamp it 3:48:18--(What the spirit says) and then I identify whether it is a male, female or unknown and it's in brackets. (M) (F) (U). I then add an asterisk based on how loud the spirit comes through. No asterisk after identifying gender means its at a very low frequency level and I'd guess that most would never be able to hear it. 

* One asterisk and you could probably hear it if I point it out telling you what the spirit says. It might take a dozen times but eventually you'll hear it. 

** Two asterisks it's either at our own frequency level or just one below it and you are certain to hear it. Below is how it looks and this is exactly what the spirits said.

3:48:18—Donald Trump. (U)** Please leave now. (U)*

3:48:21—Mike said he’s stupid. (U)**

Both come through at a frequency level where you can hear them. Nineteen days before this session Donald Trump was elected president. 

On this trip we captured, spirits, orbs, and a phenomena I call, "3D glitch, or frequency shift."  I haven't settled on a name. The "Frequency shift," was told to me by the spirits. I think I'll use there's. For me the strangest of the captured is the frequency shift. On the video all of the third dimension goes out of focus for a single frame. It usually happens when I'm being videotaped. A popping sound usually precedes the glitch. It isn't the camera being used because I've used three different cameras and captured it on all three. What are the odds that all three are broke the same way? 

The orbs. Two were captured. A green orb that could be as small as a dime or as large as a distant planet. A cylinder shaped brown orb. 

Shown below illuminating.

Illuminating near my leg with a distant green moon orb in the night sky.



Shown following me.


Shown below looking like a distant planet.



The orb video.

The brown cylinder orb.

Enhanced

The above orbs are just a small sample that were captured but I think enough to show they were present and unexplainable. And I have at least a dozen videos where I've videotaped orbs around me from multiple locations. I'm not going to go into who, and what I believe them to be. It's just speculation. I prefer not to speculate on them. I already speculate too much. The earthbound spirits indicate to me that they don't know what they are, but they enjoy seeing them around. An indication of a positive being perhaps. It appears to me that they are just observing me. Why? 

Also captured on this trip was some kind of spirit that partially manifests in front of me. The video shows it comes from above me, and moves down in front of me before dropping down, going behind me and then off into the sky. The captured images are from the video and are frame by frame.








It then goes behind me and circles off to my left side and then up into the sky.




Neither I or Gaynor noticed the spirit in live time. It was only after reviewing the video that it was discovered. Here is an enhanced image when it is directly in front of me.

The video. 

If the above isn't strange enough for you in my next post I'll show you how strange a frequency shift is. 

"I'm a gods gift Mike."

On April 23rd I awoke at 2am to this thought, wash your car. I laid in bed and analyzed the thought. It's 2am, pitch black outside, and I have a black car. Sounds like a good idea and I'm glad I did because I was able to experience a miracle. I washed my car on my front yard thinking that this is a new 2am experience for me. After I washed my car I came back in and finished my prep work for our trip down to Moclips. A place where in just sixteen hours another miracle would happen. By 5am it was light enough outside to look at my wash job on my car. A miracle. Not a single streak anywhere. A first for me. Usually when I wash my car there are multiple dirt streaks where I missed a spot, front right fender, rear passenger door, rear bumper, and trunk lid. Not this time. It was spotless. I'm now thinking of always washing my car in total darkness, or if in daylight wear a blindfold. 

After work that day I raced home so that we could race out of town and down to Moclips. My wife would have the car packed and all I'd have to do was drive. Wrong. I arrived home to her apologizing for not getting this done, or that done. I immediately jump in to help. An hour and fifteen minutes later we are rolling. It's 3:15pm. We arrive in Moclips at 7:15PM. Not bad considering interstate five was blocked near Southcenter. A car fire in the center lane. Car A rear ends car B. Car A catches on fire as does car B and by the time we passed it the fire department had put both cars out but they were so badly burned you couldn't even identify what make and model they were. Gridlock in Tacoma, typical 24 hours a day but after that it was 80mph all the way there. Weather equaled full on sunshine.

Unpacking the car into room number 22 took me about a dozen trips, up and down the stairs. On my last trip Gaynor, my wife, handed me a double Bloody Mary. I needed it. We stood on the balcony and stared out into the beautiful sunset.

However, waking at 2am and then driving a total of 12 hours, eight at work plus four to get to Moclips, and two double Bloody Mary's were catching up to me. I'm shattered. I sat in the lounge chair while Gaynor took some video with my iPhone. I'm upset with myself because it's early, there's still enough daylight for another beach stroll. I'd physically pushed myself to exhaustion. My drink was in my hand as I was nodding off.

I was awoken to a very cold sensation on my crotch--my drink spilled all over my pants. I called out to Gaynor, but she wouldn't answer. She just kept on filming. 

The following day after our morning walk on the beach with Abbey we reviewed what she had filmed. About a minute into the review we hear a voice.

The camera is pointing west and into the sunset. We both shouted, "WHOA." We played it back about a dozen times to verify the translation. We were both in agreement. A female spirit came through my iPhone just as I was falling asleep and said, "I'm a gods gift Mike." Her voice was perfectly clear although a little raspy. It almost made me doubt the gender. We both settled on female. 

A little background on me. An event happened in my life on 11-19-16. After this event which I'm not going to discuss just yet, I discovered I can hear spirits around me. At first it sounded like they were talking through a tin can like we use to do when we were kids. Put a string in a can with the lid open and connect it to another the same way. One kid at one end holds it to their ear while the other kid talks into the other can. The tin cans that bridge our two worlds has evolved to digital electronic devices. I use them. I don't however encourage others to do the same. It isn't a playground.

 I then purchased an audio program to help with the clarity and to verify that I truly was hearing spirits. I was and they are addressing me. Together we are addressing why they are addressing me and in doing so I am documenting this process by saving the audio files / video. These are crystal clear EVP's. When a spirit comes through on a device on a frequency level that we can hear perfectly the paranormal community refers to them as "Class A EVP's." EVP stands for electronic voice phenomena. The acronym seems wrong to me. It seems to imply that the device produced the voice. It doesn't. It only captures the voice.  It seems like it should be SVP for spirit voice phenomena, or UVP for unexplainable voice phenomena. EVP is universal now. If you want to label me you might say I'm a spiritualist. 

I don't however view it as a religious movement, or even religion at all. Every religion believes in spirit life. When people pray they pray to a spirit of which they believe they know--their god. If their god, or person they are praying to responded back to them and they captured it on an electronic device to prove spirits can and are communicating with us they'd be doing exactly what I am doing.  On the last sentence of the definition it says, "not as a static place, but as one in which spirits continue to evolve." My research validates that claim. The type of person you are here you are also there. For instance if you are a real asshole here where you beat your wife and kick your dog on a daily basis you are also an asshole over there when you die. If you don't change and grow up while alive and you remain an asshole and are suddenly killed by a tree that hits your car as you leave the bar intoxicated you don't wake up on the other side a saint. You wake up a dead sober asshole. Now the evolving starts for you--hopefully. As a dead asshole over there you look for others that are like you. Like attracts like. Evolved spirits over there aren't interested in you. They've evolved and are continuing to evolve even more. The dead asshole you finds others like yourself and an asshole gang is formed. It may even involve entities--negative ones known as demons. Your gang of assholes seeks out mischief for fun and because it's who you are. At times this mischief can be deadly to the living. It's on the nightly news. An asshole gang amongst the living gets noticed and is monitored by the authorities. If they are caught violating the laws of the land they are punished and locked up. The living laws don't apply to the dead. They run amok and have to be dealt with in other ways. Spirit ways. I hope that gives you a good background on me. 

Clicking on the link below will take you to the place where you can hear this spirit. I have many audio files where spirits come through on our frequency level and this one ranks in my top ten.

"I'm a gods gift Mike."

Some of you will clearly hear my name while others of you won't hear my name. Both my wife and I hear my name and enhancing the volume level through my audio program validates this. Why does this spirit want to tell me she is a gods gift? She's also implying there are "gods." A belief I'm starting to believe. A belief communicated by Jesus and communicated before Jesus in the book of Psalms. Christians shun this belief out of fear thus possibly denying who they actually are. To me that is the unpardonable sin. Perhaps we are spiritual gods, or we evolve into it. I'm open to that belief. 

 

 Is she implying that I am a god and that I can have her as a gift? If so I politely refused her as a gift. I have all that I need for this lifetime and beyond. Early the next morning I was on a walk with Abbey when I discovered an amazing face naturally carved on a log. Is there a connection between the spirit voice and the face on the log? The log face is a female and I named her the Moclips Goddess. Is this the voice of a goddess? How does she know who I am? 

A series of choreographed coincidences equalling rolling synchronicity and I bow out of this article in  a most spectacular way--the spirit way. On our night video on the beach just before I shut the video off a female spirit says perfectly, a class A EVP, "Mike, bye." 

Mike bye

Moclips Washington

"My darkness is shining truth." Alexander Ebert

I have plans to do a series of write ups on our trips to Moclips this year. I've now collected a considerable amount of images and audio that should greatly interest anyone interested in paranormal, orbs, and blood sucking creatures and more. It doesn't surprise me considering the history that is there and it borders on an Indian reservation taking the history back even further. I believe it's why I'm drawn there. However, finding out about the murderers was deeply disturbing. My wife asked me if all of the above now deters me from wanting to visit Moclips. I said, "Not at all." Every city in the United States has a dark side. I can point to murders that took place in my own city and I'm sure you can as well. Spirits and paranormal aren't exclusive to Moclips. They too are everywhere as are orbs. The blood sucking creature that is documented in 1913 fits the description of Mothman. These too have been reported all over the globe. If you do a Google search on ghosts in Moclips you'll see it is reported to be quite active.



Here's an orb start to my next write up--color green. Abbey and me and a color of unexplainable green orbs.


In addition to the incredible orbs captured we captured what may be the greatest electronic voice phenomena of all time. That may seem like a stretch but after you hear it I think you may agree with me. The device used was an iPhone. The voice appears to be a female and she says, "I'm a gods gift Mike." I currently have around 10,000 captured EVP's but this one ranks in my top 10. That EVP will post on the next write up. For now, the voice is documented via this post and a sand dollar that rests in my garden.


"The truth is I never shook my shadow." Alexander Ebert

Murder in Moclips

                                                            


On one of our recent trips to Moclips Gaynor and I were talking to a local resident who told us two teenage girls had been murdered on the beach. Later that night we went out on the beach and took some video. All the video produced was darkness, but there was some audio of what I believe were spirits talking and a lone orb that danced around us. On the audio one of the spirits, a female spirit said,  "Two girls were camped here."

Female spirit voice

Upon our return I did some research on the two girls. I discovered a horrific night of terror for two 19-year-old teenagers named Tina Jacobsen and Gael Burton on April 21, 1975.

 Two young teenage girls were hitchhiking near Moclips Washington. They were picked up by a man named William Batten. William took the girls to Moclips where he dropped them off along the river. The girls followed the river out near where the river meets the ocean and had plans to camp the night there. William returned later that night armed with a knife. William tied the two girls up, but when one of the girls screamed William stabbed her repeatedly. In his confession he said he then knew he couldn't allow the other to live and he repeatedly stabbed her. As he was leaving he heard her moan and went back and again repeatedly stabbed her. He returned to his parents house who lived near by, washed the knife off and put it back in the drawer. This indicates premeditated murder. Paper found at the crime scene bare the name William C. Batten. Two days later William was arrested and he confessed to the crime.

On a visit prior to knowing about the murders I was walking along the river with Abbey. It was around 5am. Gaynor was back in our room asleep. As I was walking I noticed what appeared to be a face in a log. A fantastic face. A face carved into the log by natural nature. A combination of winter storms, blowing sand, wind, rain, hail, insects, birds, and wood rot all contributed to the magical face that I named the Moclips Goddess. 

The picture below shows her from the exact distance when I first noticed her.

I walked up amongst the tall grass to the face below.


The right eye is perfect along with the nose. Her eye has black encircling it. Her mouth appears to be covered as if she is wearing some kind of head covering that may produce a mouth once nature removes the covering. There appears to be an arm going up the side of her heard. This may also be the foot of the dog that is attached to her head. Can you see the dog? The log that runs off behind her is flat as if it is a wing. It's incredible. A true natural treasure.

The information given as to the exact location of the murders wasn't precise, or precise enough for me. I wanted the exact spot. I've combed this area well so any type of landmark given should reference me to the exact location or real close. I contacted Gray's Harbor County Sheriff's department asking if they could give me additional information other than what was reported in newspaper articles that were written. They provided a map.

This is Moclips Washington in 1975. The first road after you cross the bridge is Railroad Ave. Moclips Washington in 1913 was the last destination for the Northern Pacific Railroad thus a street named Railroad. Back to back century storms in 1911 and 1913 ended this destination only remnants now remain. Railroad ave leads to the crime scene.

In 1978 the Hi-Tide resort was built on the spot of the landfill. It's where we stay mere yards away from where Tina and Gael were murdered. Also, it is exactly where the Goddess is. I sent the map to a local resident that I know and he too believes it is the exact spot. However, the Goddess rests just off the river, but just about 15 yards north of her there is kind of a bluff that requires you climb up a small flight of stairs protecting anyone from hi-tide. I believe that is where the crime was committed. It only makes sense that they wouldn't camp along the river to avoid any risk of the tide coming in. I've searched my photos and don't seem to have a picture of it but I will update this article showing the raised bluff.

Over the 20 years that Gaynor and I have been coming to Moclips we have a favorite spot. A secluded` spot where we can prop up our lounge chair, enjoy a bottle of wine, view the magnificent beauty, and watch Abbey have the time of her life playing in the water. It's the exact spot where the Goddess is and the girls were murdered.

For me, this all synch's up in a kind of magical way that leads to a tragic story. After discovering the Goddess I couldn't get her out of my mind. A kind of haunting and it did have a negative vibe to it. She doesn't appear too happy. I researched Egyptian goddess's and compared photos. The similarities are stunning. She rests staring at what remains of the Pacific Northern Railroad where it crossed the river, also the exact location where Tina Jacobsen and Gael Burton were murdered. Coincidence?

Last night Gaynor was talking to me. My mind was somewhere else. I was thinking of Tina and Gael. They weren't that much older than me. I was 14-years-old. I thought about the music they would have been listening to and that I was listening to the same at that time. I wondered if there was a song that fit them, their life, their friendship and their ending. I stopped Gaynor from talking and said, "The girls need a song." She said, "What?" I said, "Tina and Gael. What's their song? Let's go find it." We came up on my computer and searched top 100 songs in 1975. We looked through it and didn't see anything that fit. I knew that whatever was being played in 1974 would still be playing in 1975 and looked there. We found their song.

 We have plans to return in a few weeks to memorialize the two young girls whose life was taken away so tragically. On a sand dollar I painted the words that were captured on the beach. On the back of it the names of the girls. It will remain a part of my garden appropriately named, Ghost Gardens.


 Prisoner number #287380 William C. Batten remains in prison in Tumwater Washington at the Washington Corrections Center. This crime will never be corrected only remembered.

Update to this post. It occurred to me that on our second trip to Moclips 4-23-18 it was just two days after the murders. Tina and Gael were killed on 4-21-75, but their bodies weren't discovered for two days 4-23-75. The synchronistic events roll on.