Shepard Collins

Entry of Shepard Collins, student of atmospheric science and paleoclimatology, four year degree program.

December 9th, 20:00

Project Weathervane is, metaphorically speaking, my Magnum Opus. Grody terminology, I'm aware (considering the translated meaning) but if the shoe fits, wear it. The applications of meterological technologies extend far beyond what most would consider to be conventional; i.e., weather technology as a means of communication with forces that exist parallel to our own. The things that lie beyond our own atmosphere, hovering, solemnly, somewhere in perhaps the thermosphere. Unknown to us.

That's what I seek to explore.

It's a crackpot theorem, I know. Reserve your kvetching and put aside your onus of scientific integrity, if only momentarily. UFO sightings have been in regular circulation from the introduction of modern weather technology to now, and even sometime before. Never well documented, leaving only vestigial blurs like thumbprints on wet ink. Similarly, weather satellites, balloons, and numerous other devices employed in the exploration of our upper atmosphere are renown for their enhances access to things that extend beyond our view of the sky. Since the origin of our species, we have looked upward, even when our eyes burned at the sight of it. And, tackily enough, I know there lies something out there. I hope it helps me to put the pieces together.
I've been working on a prototype. All scrap and mechanical offal, pieces from things rendered defunct (by my efforts or otherwise). Primarily, it consists of what salvageable communication + transmission tools I could enlist to further project my efforts, arrayed on my living room floor in a glowing phosphorescent array. To put it into conventional terms, this cursory menagerie relies on a sequence of high frequency VHF waves (as decreed by the ITU). As denoted by the acronym, Very High Frequency operates at something akin to 30 MHz to 300 MHz. Where the struggle is found, though, is in the signal weaknesses; VHF waves are best propagated in a direct path to their receiver. Thusly, I'm operating on all fronts, singal being passed along by a private radio modem that diminishes the need to rely on an external provider and, ideally, passes along the signals to whom/whatever is open to receiving them. The entire rig is topped by the addition of some almost-gaudy LED bulbs that flash in correspondence to signal reception, and flashing ambiently when no transmissions are detected, which is most of the time. Externally, I'm monitoring all incoming and outgoing SETI publications regarding potential communications with extradimensional life.
The entire project might be a scientific crapshoot. I could prove nothing, or I could prove anything and everything. What I find could easily reshape the scope of my research for decades; alternatively, it could render me a complete and profound pariah in any & all future exploits. Tantamount career suicide. I suppose there's no gain without some element of risk. How else would we have standardized radiation therapy?

I'm not sure what to expect. But I'm here, waiting, watching the LEDs flash like bioluminescent patches on the body of some ancient Hadalpelagic fish, and I'm listening.