The Word Masseur

Though I’ve only documented it twice, I have a hunch that there’ve been more occasions in my life when I’ve heard the “Mysterious Mechanical Whir”.  The Whir sounds like nothing else I’ve ever heard on earth – it’s mechanical, robotic and vocal, all at the same time.  It isn’t painful or dissonant, and it only lasts for a few seconds.  I use the word “whir” to describe the sound because the closest earthly analogy I can make is that it sounds like saw blades spinning at a very high speed — but that’s a misnomer, because it’s much more than that.  There is a distinct technological component to it, as if it is processing information or conveying information in a highly irregular voice.  Maybe it’s making announcement – hard to say.  Whatever the case, it’s very, very weird.

My first documentation was made last year, while in Mexico on a family vacation.  On Thursday, October 24, my better half, stepdaughter and I went swimming with the dolphins.  Alas, our excursion took place not in the open water surrounded by mermaids and sea nymphs – no, it was at a resort with a standard-issue “aquatic adventures” area, complete with a giant gift shop where one could purchase a post-adventure commemorative DVD for $100USD (needless to say, we passed).  Regardless of the “mainstream” vibe, it was still pretty cool.  We’d just jumped into the water and were standing on a slimy ledge in preparation for meeting the dolphins when suddenly I was visited by a flash of déjà vu.  Immediately I knew I’d “seen” my current circumstance before, and I had a hunch I’d written about it in my journal. Unfortunately, the rest of the day was a busy one and I never got around to confirming.

The next morning I was lying in bed more awake than asleep, though strands of the latter were still upon me.  I was busy working out in my head what had happened the day before and thinking that I had to check my journal soon when all of a sudden I was visited by the Mysterious Mechanical Whir.  In fact I heard two Whirs – the first one I knew I’d heard before and was thus familiar with, and the second one was similar to the first (in the sense that I knew it came from the same “source”), but new in terms of tone/texture.  Each Whir lasted for a few seconds, and when they stopped my mind’s eye saw an airborne black “ship” with a door on its underside.  Four symbols provided the key to opening this door.  The symbols, which looked like check marks, collectively functioned like a bike lock combination.

That’s all I remember.  Everything ended as quickly as it began.  Later that day, I finally checked my journal and confirmed that while I hadn’t recorded a dream of swimming with dolphins, I had recorded a dream about swimming with sea turtles.  The “turtle dream” occurred on Sept. 14, 2010 — a little more than a month before the “Mexico experience”.

After taking a year off to circumnavigate the solar system, the Mysterious Mechanical Whir visited me again – just this past weekend in fact, while I was on a mini-vacation in Union Pier, MI.  Unlike Mexico, this encounter happened at night (the night of November 12, to be exact), and I was more awake than the Mexican experience – let’s say 95% awake, eyes closed.  I’m not sure what I was thinking about before the scene unfolded, but in the next second I was on a path in a jungle and staring at a collage of green, swirling leaves and fronds, an amalgam of tropical foliage that lay close to the path.  After a few seconds I left the foliage behind and continued walking, and a moment later came in view of a huge, snow-capped mountain some distance away.  Upon seeing this mountain I heard the Mysterious Mechanical Whir.  It lasted for a few seconds and was soft, but still quite audible — enough to make me open my eyes and know that it had happened and that I hadn’t fallen asleep, which told me it wasn’t the product of a typical dream.

Side note:  a few months after my first documentation of the Whir, I read the book The Secret School by Whitley Strieber.  It’d been in my bookcase since 1998 but I hadn’t read it, as my infatuation with extraterrestrials had subsided in the years following the purchase.  The reason I ended up reading it is an odd one.  My then-1 ½ year-old son liked to frequent the bookcase, and I came home from work one day to find the book sitting on our family room table.  I asked his grandmother, who was watching him that day, if she was reading it — she said no, that my son had grabbed it from the bookcase and brought it to the table.  Now, I probably took the whole “fate and destiny thing” to the extreme, but I said to myself, “of the twenty or so books that he can reach, he chose this one – so I’m going to read it.”  Anyways, Strieber describes a similar Whir in the book.  You could accuse me of being susceptible to the power of suggestion (which would only be pertinent to my second documentation, since my first one was pre-Strieber), but I assure you it isn’t so.  I have no desire to deceive or fabricate, only to share.  Plus, do you think I’d let a year pass and say “hey, I think it’s time to fire up that old Mechanical Whir yarn again!”? I’m not that hard-up for things to talk about.

If you’re looking for answers as to what the Mysterious Mechanical Whir is, I don’t have them.  Strieber believes that they’re the machinations of the extraterrestrials he’s been in contact with for the better part of his life, but since I’ve never been visited I can’t second his claim.  My gut feeling is that it’s the product of something external and intangible which is wired to our consciousness.  Whether it’s the result of something “Strieber’s Grays” are doing, or any other kind of alien life, I can’t say.  One’s definition of “extraterrestrial” can vary greatly, so it could be a number of things.

I haven’t done drugs in sixteen years, I haven’t had a cigarette in four years and I haven’t indulged an alcoholic beverage in eleven months.  I’m not on any medication and am under no stress, so I’m at a loss as to explain why my mind would simply just “create” the Whir on its own.  It’s certainly not an “ordinary” sound, like your stomach growling or your ears ringing.  As I said earlier, the Whir is the oddest sound I’ve ever heard, in any capacity – be it musical, mechanical, electronic, bodily functions, etc.  I’m guessing I’ve heard it a handful of times in my life, and in the last two cases it has directly preceded or followed waking images that are completely foreign to me and are in no way the end result of something I’d been piecing together in my mind directly prior to receiving the image.  No, it’s more a case of the image simply appearing in my head without any efforts at pre-creation, as if someone had simply handed me a photograph.

Existence is a strange animal.

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