"How a Country Fella Ended Up Talkin’ Time Travel on Coast to Coast AM with Steven Gibbs Coast to Coast (C2C)! Steven Gibbs was invited once a year to talk about his Time Machine. Steven in the past 23 years I have known him, he never swayed with his testimony up until the day of his passing!
Now let me tell ya somethin’—gettin’ on Coast to Coast AM ain’t no easy thing, no sir! But I reckon I lucked out ‘cause ol’ Steven Gibbs was bein’ interviewed that night, and I’d known him for a couple years by then.
Every time he cooked up some new contraption or idea, he’d give me a ring. Hard to believe that was twenty-three years ago—feels like just yesterday, we were talkin’ about time machines and jumpin’ dimensions.
Sometimes, you just gotta sit back and remember there’s a whole world out yonder—bigger than any one of us. That’s why I wrote this here blog in the first place, and it’s been sittin’ here quiet-like for 21 years.
But yep, I was invited on Coast to Coast with George Noory. Steven called me in and patched me through on the phone line. And I’ll be danged if that recording ain’t still out there somewhere floatin’ around the radio waves!
"HDRKid's Strange Journey: From Mowin’ the Lawn to a Pilgrim Village in the Florida Glades". We've talked extensively about where he ended up and where I ended up. It's hard to find other successful HDR users to discuss with each other their ideas and research.
Now, I can’t recall the name of the other fella on the show—might come to me later if my memory decides to cooperate. But I’ll tell ya this: HDRKid, fella goes by Carl Novella, he was probably the closest one to Gibbs.
Carl outta anybody I know back in 2001, he was livin’ down around Miami. Nowadays, far as I know, he’s settled out on a little hobby farm in Ohio, tendin’ to chickens or goats or somethin’.
And lemme tell ya—Carl had some real wild experiences. Said one time he was out mowin’ the yard, just mindin’ his own, and then bam!—in a blink, he weren’t mowing’ no more. He was somewhere else entirely.
Thought it mighta been out in the Everglades or deep down in Florida. He said there was a tiny village, and the folks there? They looked like they walked straight outta a pilgrim storybook.
"Time is Slippin’ in Bermuda Shorts: Carl Gets Thrown in Pilgrim Jail. While Earl’s Cookin’ Up Trouble with Swap Meet Gizmos". You have to think to yourselves, for a moment, what is going on in the mans head! What type of people actually go for this? Using a machine in the "dark" what will it do to you?
Carl, still wearin’ his Bermuda shorts and sneakers, must’ve looked like a time traveler to them folks. One of ‘em, kinda like the village leader, stepped up and said, “Why do you insult our King with them clothes?”
Next thing you know, they threw him in the stocks—yep, right there in the middle of the village—for three whole days! Said after that, they just let him go.
Ain’t that somethin’? Gives ya goosebumps just thinkin’ about it. He was at a bus stop in with other people when the bus pulled up and he got on if he would have been later in seconds he would have been sent to know one knows where.
Now lemme tell ya somethin’ ‘bout my cousin Earl. Ain’t nobody like him this side o’ the Mississippi. Feller’s got more curiosity than a raccoon in a corn crib. Always messin’ with wires, gizmos, and doodads he got off the internet or traded for down at the swap meet.
I do want to say you have to be careful when dealing with a Tesla Coil, yes it is D/C current but the base is pure electrical and can kill you if you are not careful. Specially attention if your table top unit produce 300,000 D/C voltages! These cost around $3-400.00 per unit.
One hot summer afternoon, Earl decides he’s gonna test out that ol’ 50,000-volt Tesla coil he done rigged up in the shed. Mind you, this ain’t no toy. This thing sparks louder than a July firecracker and hums like it’s talkin’ to the devil himself.
So Earl drags an old recliner from his living room—one of them that smells like hound dog and stale popcorn—and plops hisself right down in it.
And I swear on Mama’s fried chicken, soon as his backside hit that seat, BOOM! There’s this bright flash—looked just like one o’ them camera bulbs from back when folks still used film. Flash came and went so fast it was like blinkin’ your eye—in, out, gone.
I jumped near outta my boots, thought lightning done struck the place. Earl just sat there, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, grinnin’ like he just seen Jesus ridin’ a tractor.
Have you ever touched an electric fencing when it was active pulsing through wire. I found without tennis shoes on you will be sitting on your butts! It's surely a wakeup call! You become the ground!
“Did ya see that?!” he hollers.
“See it?” I said, “Heck, I felt it. Thought the Good Lord was callin’ us home.” These are the happenings that go on at some neighbors homes! Especially if you're running a large Tesla Coil with a 1/2 million D/C voltage only~Ribbons stretching out to about 15-20 feet in all directions.
Turns out he’d grounded the coil wrong, and the whole chair picked up the juice. Didn’t fry him, thank the Lord, but it sure lit him up like the Fourth of July. Hair standin’ straight up, looked like a dandelion gone to seed.
Course, that didn’t stop Earl none. Next day he was out there again, wearin’ rubber boots and a welder’s mask like some kinda hillbilly Iron Man. It was so out in the South! You can't get enough cold water!
I tell ya what, some folks tinker. Earl? He dances with danger and calls it Tuesday. Hey we're normal people just like you all out there! Carl Novella was the same way he would go 500 years into the future not really knowing if he would come back to his same timeline.
It was makeshift, he placed a small 50,000 volt Tesla Coil on back of his trunk. He had an inverter so he could use the vehicles battery to power up the HDR. It was a clumsy approach but it worked nonetheless! He sent me a picture but when my old computer died, I lost that picture and many more!
He done hooked his HDR up straight to his car battery, usin’ one o’ them inverter thingamajigs—don’t recall exactly what kind, but it lets ya run that D/C juice right off the battery. I told Carl isn't that a bit ancient and bulky to be traveling around for a vortex to follow you?
After ‘bout nine minutes, he packed up his gear, shut it all down, and headed on into Miami—reckon he had somethin’ he needed to pick up. With the HDR you just can't predict where these vortexes will show up!
When they do, you don't know where you will pop into either another dimension or a gateway being consciously awake doing one's chores. Carl was a bit wiser this go around and he made sure he always keeps an ID with him and some extra cash!
Driving in Miami Dade County Florida can be very dangerous at times. One year I left there for vacation to home and I took my mother shopping so I was zipping around cars to fight for drivers space! My mom said, no slow down you're going to kill us. But in Florida it's normal way to drive if you don't you can cause an accident.
Now, he was weavin’ through traffic on that ol’ US Rural Route #1—what all us locals just call “Useless One”—when he says somethin’ downright strange went down. Carl never lied to me about anything in fact back in 2002-3 he talked to me he was depressed because those who personally knew him called him "nuts"!
He done sent me a picture, and I tell ya, lookin’ at it was like peerin’ through the neck of a pop bottle. That’s how he described it too—said that’s when the rogue showed up. I can't dismiss this now because it happened to me after a session on the HDR.
Right smack dab in front of his car, this weird funnel-shaped whirly thing just popped up outta nowhere. Said it looked like the world got sucked into a soda bottle. Imagine that, it was the first time I seen anything like this before.
Make sure you understand what machine you are using! I mean, the black box with two knobs, a well and 3 switches and a rub plate it is a "Radionics" box, which needs your "CHI" to operate it! This has to be charged within you if not it won't work for you.
Everythin’ was twistin’, blurry, and didn’t make a lick of sense. I tell ya, that kinda stuff can get real dangerous when you’re behind the wheel. Just like them two cops that blew past us once they never saw it comin’.
These policemen met me while signing in for my shift and they were really upset. They got caught in that same rift, how? just being to close to the target source, "Me". It just affects us it seems in a one mile radius!
Then poof—it vanished. Like nothin’ ever happened. Everything snapped back like a rubber band, no dimensional jumpin’ this time around. These policemen didn't have to believe he was very angry like it was my last chance!
But here’s the part that gets under my hat: what about them folks waitin’ at that bus stop nearby? Did they git whisked off to who-knows-where? Did they see that flash o’ light too? Carl caught the bright flash out of the corner of his eyes, the people were still there. Makes a body wonder, doesn't it?
This also happens to me, no I wasn't transported per se, I was overtaken by the rogue gateway vortex! This occurred after I was using the HDR for 9 minutes and then I drove off to pick up my wife at 10:30 pm.
Carl, told me over the phone of another "gotcha" from the HDR! He was out in his yard doing some lawn work and in a flash he was on land. Carl didn't recognize anything! He had no ID whatsoever. He walked a few miles and saw a Canadian Mounty, hello sir, he nervously shouted what is this place?
The Mounties uniform looked familiar to him but it was still a bit hazy taken that leap into another dimension then being deposit in a strange setting. He looked at me with a serious squinting eyes and said, you're in Canada. Did you have a concussion the Mounty asked?
He stated to me, "I was led to the main office another Mounty was sitting at the desk to process me trying to figure out who I was and where I came from". He asked me for my address etc. but I couldn't give him any ID. Please, let me call my mother in Miami Florida she will vouch for me.
He called up his mother who happened to quit early from work in Miami and he said to me, he looked at loose paperwork on the officers desk with an address and this address shown he was in Montreal Canada!
I don't know about all you who have the Gibbs HDR, do you think it would have been a good idea carrying around your passport and you might lose it or get picked pocket and you would never know. His wallet a good thing to carry. He now has the new drivers license that would allow him to travel on Federal land or buildings without your pass-port.
She mailed his Passport to Canada and his drivers license. It took 2 days in the meanwhile he was in a holding cell waiting. The officer said, you know you broke the law! Coming here with- out a passport being a citizen of the USA.
Eventually they release him but what caught up my curiosity I asked Carl what did you say on the report for them? Carl, told me, my mind was a blank for a few minutes. I told them I accidentally came across the boarder not realizing I was no longer in the US.
He was very thankful, do I believe him? Of course, he has always been straight up for 2-3 years. The only other person he talked with was Steven Gibbs. Then over the years we went our separate ways, I was getting into radionics it was a new concept.
As usual thank you for dropping by if I can be of help send me an email!
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