The Patterned Pulse: Deciphering The Code of Nightly Signal Bursts

It began—as many of my investigations do—with a simple observation: the night was rarely silent, but lately, it's been speaking in code. Specifically, I've noted an increase in short, structured bursts of radio signals that pierce the usual static of the night. These aren't the random background noises of the cosmos or the chatter of distant stations. They're deliberate, patterned, and increasingly, I believe, meaningful.

2100 hours, December 5th: While monitoring the shortwave frequencies from The Ridge—the one spot where signal clarity is unparalleled—I first noticed these pulses. They came in sets of three, each pulse lasting exactly 17 seconds. Coincidence? Remember, the numbers 3 and 17 have shown up in my logs with unsettling regularity. The next night, and every night since, the pattern repeated, each set starting exactly 47 minutes past the hour.

I've meticulously documented these signal bursts, noting their frequency, duration, and timing. And here's where it gets interesting: overlaying this pattern onto a calendar, a pattern emerges that correlates with the phases of the moon. Specifically, the frequency of these bursts increases as the moon waxes, reaching a crescendo at the full moon, before tapering off as it wanes.

What's more, cross-referencing this data with my logs of The Flashes—those unexplained lights in the sky—I discovered a direct correlation in timing and frequency. On nights when the signal pulses are most frequent, so too are sightings of The Flashes.

This can't be mere coincidence. The meticulous timing, the correlation with lunar phases, the synchronicity with other phenomena—it all suggests a deliberate pattern. But to what end?

Are we witnessing a form of communication, or is this some form of surveillance or signaling we're not meant to understand? And who—or what—is behind it?

Stay vigilant. Document everything. The patterns we uncover today could be the key to understanding the mysteries of tomorrow. As always, I'm left pondering—what are we not seeing? And who wants it that way?