Well I know that what I do is sort of an arcane science any more. I work with imagers, mostly vacuum filled glass tubes that have electrodes inside, carefully placed, so you can actually scan the beam at the target, and maybe see… something… Modern silicon devices have replaced just about everything “tubed”, from Displays to Cameras, even Oscilloscopes (look that one up!). Well, glass CRT display tubes are heavy, as are the electronics to power, to drive them. For most applications, a simple LCD Display or silicon imager is sufficient, lighter, and a lot cheaper. It is just that the old-school vacuum chamber imagers still have some useful properties. I used to build and test these things for a living, but that industry died. I still play with them at home, in my free time. I have a pretty general purpose setup in my basement where I can build imagers (molten glass, yikes!), pull the required vacuum, seal them off, then test them. And lately, I have been experimenting with just trace amounts of mostly inert gasses, adding just a very small amount, in order to see how that affects the sensitivity and spectrum of the imagers I make. I guess I have a lot of free time…

One Saturday afternoon, I was doing just that, getting ready to carefully add some inert gas to an imager before I sealed it. In the middle of doing that, I got a very difficult phone call on my cell. That painful call lasted a while, and that in-process imager sat there patiently on my workbench the whole time. Well, that phone call was hard… Afterwards, I forgot whether I had even added any gas, let alone which gas I had added. That call made a mess of me. I sighed, then added some gas to the imager tube, really not sure if I had already done that yet. I thought about writing down what, how much gas… Except I was half tempted to disconnect everything, smash that tube, and start over, some other day. Well, maybe I wasn’t thinking so clearly. But it got worse… Another call, same painful… A half hour later, without even thinking, I was really thinking about trying to not think about those two calls, I added some other gas to that imager. And, still not even thinking, I finished off that imager, heated then sealed off the back, shut everything in my lab off and walked away. Well, I went for a long walk. I had to do something to keep from going crazy. I don’t know whether it was that long walk, or a night’s sleep, but I felt a little better the next evening after work. After dinner, I went down into the basement, saw that imager right away. And it was only then that I realized… I had absolutely no idea what, how many gasses, what extra goodies I had even added to it. And I had added a different inert gas at least two, maybe 3 times! In my head I tried to predict at what responses… I can usually make a good guess, but couldn’t even do that with this one… This imager would be a mess if it even worked. I had no idea what the characteristics, what the spectral sensitivities might even be… I almost disconnected it and threw it into the trash. But instead, I shrugged. “Maybe something…” I thought that, then laughed loudly.

But I did move that just a mess imager over to my test jig, slowly connected everything, then I powered that imager up. I have a special area for testing any imagers I make. I can put various frequency emitters, different objects, different frequency signatures… There was a simple black and white picture of a flower next to a beach ball, left there from the last imager I tested. I didn’t even bother changing it. I didn’t have much hope for this imager, and realized I would probably just verify that it belonged in the dumpster. I brought everything up, and saw what I figured I would… just a little white haze or something, mostly monotonous gray noise. Well, it was useless for visible, I knew that right away. And, I thought seriously again about just throwing it into the trash and starting over. “Those two painful cell conversations have ruined this thing…” I thought to myself. Just before I hit the power button, I did notice faintly… a fairly dense black haze slightly to the side of the target area. I would have ignored that too, and just yanked it out and threw it away… But I realized… Where that black haze was… There was a comfortable chair, against the wall, feet beyond my targetting area… When I talked on the phone yesterday afternoon, that was where I was sitting, both times. And my thoughts during that call were not very… I felt battered by the caller. I was fighting anger the whole time…

Sometimes creativity works like this; just an inkling that starts so small… I moved that comfy chair to a different spot along that same featureless wall in my basement. Then I moved the imager to point to that chair in its new location, and actually moved both the imager and stand along with the associated electronics bench a few feet closer to that chair. Running everything again, I just saw a featureless, neutral noise haze again. I wanted to run an experiment, but wondered how to capture the results, especially since I would be the one who… That inkling again, based on what I saw from the location of the other chair… I ignored that consideration. I sat in that comfy chair, in it’s new location, and found a book to read, well I read my Bible as I sat in that chair. I just gave myself 5 minutes for that. After sitting there reading the Bible for 5 minutes, I got up, walked calmly over, and looked at the image from that imager. I clearly saw… a distinct white cloud or something… It wasn’t shaped like me, or the Bible either, but it was definitely crowding around where I was sitting, what I was doing. Trying to stay away from that area, where that comfy chair was now, I turned everything off, then carefully moved the imager, the electronics, the display to view the exact same object, from the exact same distance, but at a very different angle; around 80 degrees was the best I can do. Then I carefully turned everything back on. What I saw made me gasp… It was the exact same cloud or something, of white haze or something, just viewed from a different angle. It wasn’t some sort of retention thing from the imager, which I have seen in the past. And it wasn’t some feature that was actually far beyond the target; that had messed me up too. Well, I didn’t know what I was seeing… I grabbed an ice pick off my bench, along with a stray 2×4, sat back down in that comfy chair, let myself get angry, then poked that ice pick in that 2×4, really thinking it was… I couldn’t do that for 5 minutes, but when I had enough, I tried to relax then got slowly up, and checked out the display. This imager was now showing added black haze alongside, maybe tangled around the white haze from before. So, somehow, this imager could pick up… how I felt, what I did with how I felt… wow… Then I got this idea. I tried to completely rest my thoughts, thinking neither happy nor angry… I carried a piece of plywood over near that chair and waved the wood to move a LOT of air, still trying to keep my thoughts calm… I wanted to see if I could blow these two clouds of… good, bad thoughts or actions — away… I did that for a while, then I walked back to the display… no change. It looked the same. Then I tried propping that plywood up a few feet in front of the imager, between the imager and the chair with the white and black haze, my white and black… The presence of the wood made no difference! The imager, whatever it was picking up, the imager was still showing those two, the black, the white… Wow…

I sat slowly down in a different chair and just thought. In order to test this imager more, I realized I needed to make it somehow portable. That process took a week maybe. The rest of that first night, I made some plans, put together some modules, circuits… I decided the CRT display I was using… Well, I grafted in an LCD display first thing. Looking at that, the next night, the black, the white haze… It was still there, still looking exactly the same. And I even moved the view back to it’s original location (80 degrees back), and verified that I was still seeing that black and white, just from a different angle. Maybe a week later, I had the imager, its power supply and the LCD display in a small, safe enclosure with a handle. A good sized cable ran between the imager enclosure to the main power source — a 12 V car battery; it was the best I could do, give me a break! CRT imagers like this draw a lot of current until they are scaled down. And every time I changed anything about this setup, I tested it again with the same chair and black and white haze, and from both angles. I found I could now move the imager closer, further away… Well, it definitely had a range of greatest sensitivity at about 10 feet. But any angle at that distance gave me a good view of that black and white haze, just clearly from different directions. Somehow I could actually tell that.

Well, I needed to test it more, and now I could. I hauled everything upstairs, set the imager enclosure on an end table in the livingroom, and pointed it into a closet. I saw just a faint trace of black and white haze, but who does anything in a closet? Well, I did. I walked into that closet, closed the door, and surrounded by a bunch of coats, umbrellas and boots, I told the person from that phone call how I really felt, loudly, and even then some. Maybe I lost track of the time, but venting like that… Then I opened the door, walked over to the imager and turned it on. Wow, tons more black haze, just from that. Guessing what would happen, I closed the closet door, and that didn’t change the haze showing on the display at all…

That night, I wandered around town, and tested this thing out. Most thought it was for detecting radiation, Radon and such. And I did have to lug that huge car battery around; that made my arm sore quickly… But, wow… Deep thick black, and some white, no matter where I went. An abandoned house with half the walls gone… Plenty of black, some white… Wow… And I could have guessed this much; a local Bar showed almost completely black haze, I don’t know. I didn’t even try to go in though. A local Church, though completely empty, showed a lot of white, but enough black to make me gasp. This thing… But more importantly… What it was sensing… People clearly caused both the white, the black… But it didn’t seem to dissipate, maybe even after… years…

The battery was almost dead, so I decided to call it a night. I still didn’t know exactly what this imager was doing, but even thinking that made me realize I had absolutely no way of knowing how to even recreated another imager like this… I lugged that heavy car battery down to the basement, and hooked it up to a hastily kluged charger. The imager and display were still in the trunk when I realized that I needed to get gas for my work commute tomorrow, since I drove quite a bit earlier. I drove to the gas station, really deep in thought about… what… When I turned down my road… my house… my house was engulfed in flames… I stopped a few houses down as I just… looked… dazed… My house… everything I had… Firetrucks blared loudly past me, and were quickly doing everything they could… The house was totally on fire… I parked, then walked slowly over, only to watch my whole house collapse unceremoniously down into the basement… The gasses were all inert, but the small pressure vessels; I heard a few of them rupture; it was just so hot… My entire house was burning white hot in my basement… That was a long night for me… Found a motel, missed a few days of work… And, I don’t know, living out of a motel is not fun…

Two days after that inferno, I bought another car battery. I just had to see… to know… I lugged the imager and battery to the concrete front porch, and set the imager up at the approximate 10 foot point from where that closet used to be… It was surely a different angle, but the black stuff I had caused by telling that person off, it was still there, and looked exactly like I remembered it, and I was pretty sure I could tell too that the angle was different. But the real test… I moved the imager, the battery precariously to a spot along the outer foundation wall that would be close to where that comfy chair had been. I had to guess; everything below the foundation walls was a hopeless jumble of charred wood, metal pipes and stray wires, still smoking in places. I had to be very careful that I didn’t fall in… But I saw… the same two black and white haze clouds… I used the imager view to actually get the right distance, and I was pretty sure, based on my recollections, that I was viewing the same two cloud things just from a different angle. And the black from the original chair location, I found that too…

Those black and white clouds, and the actions / thoughts that directly caused them… The blazing inferno that was my house did not disperse them, did not move them, or alter them in the slightest…

Those clouds, the actions that caused them, remained…

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“But the day of the Lord will come like a thief, in which the heavens will pass away with a roar and the elements will be destroyed with intense heat, and the earth and its works (ta erga) will be discovered.” 2 Peter 3:10, NASB + fn

…All through history… every action, every word, every thought… recorded, saved and preserved… for all to see…

— c2017 by ACR

 

 

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