• lath@lemmy.world
    45·
    2 months ago

    It’s measurements.

    If the numbers repeat in a pattern, it’s fine as long as the pattern isn’t broken.

    If the numbers don’t repeat in a pattern, it’s fine as long as it doesn’t become a pattern.

    If the pattern or lack of it changes, start worrying. It will be fine as long as it resumes regular operation. Else, things have changed.

    If the numbers are replaced with words, something of importance was discovered. It will be fine as long as the words don’t mention you directly.

    If the words weave a tale or address you/somebody else, you need to wake up. It is time to wake up.

    If you can’t wake up, I’m sorry, you’ve missed your number or sequence. Try again on a different frequency.

    …

    It’s usually that kind of thing that attracts the curious.

  • ChickenLadyLovesLife@lemmy.worldEnglish
    32·
    2 months ago

    This shit again. Those numbers are nothing to worry about at all, they’re just meant for the Russian sleepers sitting in their apartments next to NATO military facilities, telling them to continue not setting off their hydrogen bombs. I don’t know why people worry about this.

  • Flying Squid@lemmy.world
    7·
    2 months ago

    I used to spend tons of time when I was a kid playing around with my dad’s shortwave radio.

    I never heard a number’s station, but I did once come across a station playing a monophonic synth version of Waltzing Matilda over and over again. The atmosphere must have been super reflective that night if I was picking up Australia from the Midwestern U.S., so I don’t think whatever it was came from Australia. But I’ve never been able to explain it.

    • spongebue@lemmy.world
      3·
      2 months ago

      For what it’s worth, I picked up Radio Australia on shortwave from Denver on a recently-restored tube radio (albeit a higher-end one). It was surprisingly clear too!

  • niktemadur@lemmy.world
    2·
    2 months ago

    Back in the 90s and pre-internet, I knew nothing about numbers stations. One time I borrowed my dad’s hefty portable radio, which he used for listening to Vin Scully doing the play-by-play of Dodgers games, but it was the off-season, so I took it for a few months.

    Back then I lived in a cabin right on the edge of my town, and I’m a night owl, so I was utterly alone one night at around 2am, when I came across one of these numbers stations right in the act of doing its’ thing with a robotic female voice, just for a few minutes before regressing to static noise.

    The whole experience spooked me, it stayed with me. On subsequent nights I scanned the dial again and again, to see if I could stumble across this thing again, but I never did catch it live again. It was years later that I found The Conet Project website and finally knew what the hell that transmission was about, sort of.