Thanks.

To the Bacala Brigade

I have a game too. It’s called “Fuck you, pay me”.
Tell your “Lieutenant Commander” Whatsit Whosit I’m not playing your stupid games.
And no, I’m not gonna be redundant.
Posting a David Guetta video with a telekinetic kid is like a copy of a copy of a copy of me talking about fixing and healing time portals years before Stranger Things came out and then lo and behold there’s a cultural zeitgeist created by really fucking creepy twins who may or may not be part of the CIA’s Hollywood infiltration psyop game ripping off a 70s cosmic horror genre about a telekinetic girl who can open, fix and heal time portals! (And then she kills people with her Telekinetic powers, but that’s a whole other set of Things.)
I don’t even like this song this much but I’m not listening to it. You are. And I really don’t wanna listen to fucking David Guetta for hours on end-  a “musician”who makes songs you hear while you’re passing the time waiting in an airport gift shop-
I don’t mind Sia , she’s all right, but David Guetta is just really boring. Some of you are scared of what I can do?
I’m scared of EDM.)

This is all just a copy of a copy of a copy.  
Stop trying to make me a Transformer who shoots lasers through her eyes. I know I’m not the one truly running this game. But you REALLY aren’t, millionaires. Stop trying to goad shit out of me. And anyway, I can’t do the break shit thing consciously.

And by the way, I’m not a CREATURE. You called me a “creature”. I’m a human. (For what it’s worth in 2026. Not much to be proud of given the current state of the species 🙄) I’m not a “creature”. I’m human-Plus. They did something to me while I was gestating in the womb. I’m still a human. And I’m not gonna blow something up for you just to make you believe. Well I think I did it one time, but that was bad news. Under normal conditions where I’m just walking around, shit doesn’t blow up. That’s under different conditions. BUT, under “normal conditions” I can do things that are still worth your while, but there’s a cutoff point to demonstrating value. I think I’ve reached it. 
If you think this is gonna be all about me being a walking talking Jerry Bruckheimer clip, you’re sorely mistaken.
That’s not what it’s there for.  If you wanna pick me apart further, you’re gonna have to make a phone call or do something besides casually sitting around a bar deciding who you’re gonna pick for your little meeting.  The value you put on me is the value you place. You’re probably gonna place that value on me. You’re just dangling that carrot in front of me right now to see what happens.
 I call and raise you twelve. 

You guys are so fucking jealous of me, I swear to God 😂

And no, I’m not gonna post the original video, it’s practically a porn vid 😂. You fuckers are doing this thing where you act like you hate me and you’ve got some rich dude with a stack of money in a trust waiting to be used on me and you wanna pick me apart the minute I die and you’re probably gonna dissect every single part of me and put me in some fucking bin somewhere, but for now you’re Cool Joes sippin’ Mai Tais somewhere fake hating on me, JFC— I’m SORRY I know shit. I’m SORRY I’m too fabulous for your puny, minuscule brain. I’m SORRY I know stuff before you know it. It drives you crazy, doesn’t it? The favored one. They chose me. Like you think you know what this is. Be honest: if someone stole your SUV while a loved one was driving it -along with stealing them too- would you be happy about it? NO fuckers, NO you would not. Context is everything. Do you think you’re gonna make friends by shooting at them? Do you think you’re gonna make friends by making blanket statements about people you don’t even know the first thing about? Why do you think, that just because someone has advanced technology it means that they’re rising above your stupid, childish bullshit? Maybe you deserve to be punished. But either way I would deal with them mostly the way I deal with you. Some groups deserve respect and tradition and others are more free wheeling, like humans. Also, my idea of culture is not a Blooming Onion at Outback Steakhouse. I like to think I’m a little bit more cultured. You can call my Bachelors’ and Masters’ underwater basket weaving degrees, but MAYBE THEY LIKE THAT. Maybe it’s like a condiment for them or something. Hot sauce. By the way, I also speak two alien dialects and #NotAllReptilians. Food for thought! 

Comin’ in hot.🥵

🔥

Battleflag.

Alright, Alright. 🌟🤩🌟

 I AM who I say I am. Unlike 99.999% of this fucking  planet that’s filled with nothing but liars and CHEATS, where every accusation they make is a goddamn confession. I’ve dealt with nothing but gaslighting bullshit artists for the last 18 years claiming to be all about “truth” and “transparency” -violent, narcissistic, self-important people who do nothing and whose lives are nothing but one giant exercise in dishonesty trying to tell ME that *I’m* the grifter,  *I’m* the liar,  *I’m* making shit up and that *I* can’t do the things that I say I can do.
Put up or shut up, babies.
I need some grown-ups in the room now who recognize my value because I AM a fucking superstar. Tired of pussyfooting with fragile men and women whose egos are so big there’s no room for anybody else.
Anyway, someone’s been playing this song in my ear for three days now, I would never post this apropos of nothing, so here it is!


But I am. I really am.
 I’m so fucking tired of playing small just so you loser men (who mostly DEFO hate women) and PickMe Girls who all wanna condemn me for being me don’t feel uncomfy.
Well fuck you.
I’m *amazing* — AND you owe me.
You fucking owe me, you fucking creeps. You owe me. That’s the least you can do.
I AM a fucking Superstar.
Seethe and cope harder, you jealous, pathetic, underdeveloped babies. 

Speaking of seething babies, I heard a sample of ⬇️him⬇️ speaking from his Wikipedia page and am 90%  sure this ⬇️ was the guy I heard telepathically who was threatening to - ALLEGEDLY!- “stick a needle in my ear” the other day. And then surprise, surprise, I get another violent threat from a guy who claims he’s with CCA yesterday! Who *just happens* to be the underling for this⬇️ dude!!! And of course Joint Chiefs is also an Air Force dude. Because of course he is.  Speaking of gatekeepers!
 He knows all about me. I think he spent an entire week once recently learning about me and people like me. He could pick me out in a lineup. He’s probably trying to set me up for a lineup. He’d love to put me in a lineup.
And have me drawn and quartered.
I looked at his chart. Of course he’s a Leo. Let’s just say if you wanna have an astrological chart for an asshole, this guy’s is it. And I understand the military wants to know what it knows and it wants to have total dominance in all regards at all times. I get that. But do you have to be such a dick, bruh? 
Weird sidenote/synchronicity: this⬇️ guy’s last name is CAINE. Within about +/-six hours of me finding out about him, I get this religious psychotic in full Bipolar 1 mania messaging me whose last name is CAIN who says that I am (if I respond to his email) some kind of Mary Magdalene-esque type in “the Codex of Christ” and the “rise and fall of Atlantis“ or something? Like I said, this is all one giant cosmic joke. I can’t take anyone seriously anymore.
But I am bemused/amused!
And no, I don’t care if you think that’s cruel of me to expose someone having a mental health crisis. I don’t care anymore. You don’t give a fuck about me. Why should I care about you. Take your emotional blackmail somewhere else, coward. If anything, this guy‘s trying to scam me. Whether or not he believes the veracity of what he’s saying. He’s scamming himself or he has an organic brain chemistry issue. Either way it’s none of my business. And I can talk about whatever the fuck I wanna talk about here. Cause this is MY total domain awareness and I’m NEVER gonna be bullied by FUCKING ANYONE ever again. Including the military might who are involved with the UAP cover up who actually are quite scared of me, if we’re being honest. Yeah, maybe a statement like that sounds megalomaniacal. But guys like CAINE wouldn’t be such a dick to me if they weren’t worried. Hey, if you haven’t done anything wrong, you have nothing to worry about, am I right, Matey?
Are the walls closing in?
Honestly, if you really did threaten me with a needle recently?
Good.
You’ve earned it.
Nice knowing ya, Sucker.

Someone tell me why

This isn’t coming out of Wright Patt. I guess SIGINT streamlined these things now and have them everywhere! I guess I should be flattered because I just got a message - yes, not through email or text! Not the usual way!- a few minutes ago from a listening post in Illinois! He told me he was just the “receiver unit”, whatever the fuh that means.

By the way, Guided By Voices is an incredible band from Dayton, Ohio and a lot of the lyrics of their songs are very UAP/Wright Patt/Hangar 18/science infused and coded. They’re a great band. You should definitely check them out.

Back to your regularly scheduled programming! So I think my heart fell into my bowels for a minute when I found this⬇️!


So this is a full on all points bulletin, soup to nuts, there’s that word again- array- of interested parties telepathically communicating with me.

This is either them sending out some kind of “ping” to make it so that I’m able to hear them or they literally have some kind of implant or technology that allows them to converse with me on the regular. And it’s a bunch of people now. In the multiple dozens at this point speaking to me telepathically. The messages are usually very brief and a lot of them I never hear from them again. Their voices are distinct, and they are unique individuals. I can usually also “see” some of their physical characteristics and with a few exceptions they’re just getting in and getting out with very brief messages or conversations. So far all of them without exception have been men. Different ages, ethnicities, complexions, hair color, eye color, all of it. Mostly fighting age men but not exclusive to that. Some of them are a little older. Also, as I’ve said before there have even been generals I’ve heard and almost all of them uniformly were not nice. 😆

The younger ones assigned the task to me are more often pretty jovial and not mean spirited. Some have been very… Juvenile. But some of the ones in the headsets are different than the ones who are working the arrays. I can Geolocate some of them psychically. Which I don’t know what to make of, but each listening station or array or whatever you wanna call it has a different corporate culture. Some are more relaxed, some are more tense. It’s really weird. So the “jovial” or friendlier ones are either sociopaths and they’re just being jovial because they have superficial charm or they’re actually being jovial because they like me for me and they just wanna chat, which I highly doubt 😚 (I’m just being flippant, mkrrr), OR they’re being pleasant because- what, you get more flies with honey than you do with vinegar? I don’t know. Or maybe, maybe there’s a small chance these are people who are doing this to me because they see me as an opportunity and they want to test out their array to see how it works against the aliens when the inevitable day comes when, oh, I don’t know, maybe telepathic communication is required or some kind of end game exercise is being played and I am being used as a fail safe strategy in case the 💩 hits the fan and we lose all other methods of communication.

Kind of like what happened with Project Preserve Destiny and Dan Sherman, who ALSO didn’t respond to my email when I contacted him years ago, along with literally everyone else, but I digress!

You realize researchers and so-called whistleblowers who don’t talk to me and don’t get back to me and don’t do shit for me that you are gonna look and feel like damn fools when I am vindicated, you realize that, right? In real time.

When my story comes out legitimately this time, you’re gonna be left holding the bag looking like a stupid jerk for not getting back to me, and I may or may not in my infinite compassion allow you to have access to me, depending on how I feel at any given time, but please know that just as you claim up and down that you “keep your circles tight” and you “don’t owe anybody anything” and get all up in your feelings about how weird- weird I tell you!-parasocial realities are and how strange it is that strangers on the Internet would have the audacity to try and communicate with you about their very similar experiences as the guests you have on, and you ask the public to contact you about their extremely similar, very weird experiences, and you leave your inboxes open for messages from the public, you also do this weird thing where you spend an inordinate amount of your time reiterating disparagingly about all the “intense people” who contact you, which makes literally no sense. If you’re a  “keep your circle tight” kinda guy, why allow messages from the public on X? 🙄

So in conclusion, so called researchers, I TOO reserve the right to pretend like I don’t know who you are either when the time comes. 

When you do all of this, you realize you just sound like a  high school girl who’s humble bragging about how popular she is, right? I don’t think it’s the own you think it is. Like if I hear one more researcher who’s getting a lot of attention talking about how he just doesn’t get back to people “because he keeps his circle tight”, but leaves his inbox open for literally everyone to contact him I will call BS. I think you’re just getting off on the attention. I don’t really think this is about getting closer to solving the problem or drawing eerie comparisons or connecting the dots, I think it’s about you looking in the mirror and saying “I’m the prettiest girl in school! I’m popular!” Which is really sad, but I digress. Not cool, dudes. 

ANYhoo, did you know that brain waves have the exact same frequency as radio waves?

Yeah, that has absolutely colossal implications for what is happening to me and perhaps could be an indicator of how they are able to “process“ said brainwave data.

Which sounds absolutely terrifying for the too cool for school researchers who seem literally scared of their own shadows on the few occasions they even deign to talk about electronic warfare and surveillance, but it’s just another Thursday for Anya. I mean, after almost twenty years of this push-pull I’ve been getting from, well, everyone, it does start to give the impression that everything is a cosmic joke. I think I have started to develop the kind of Eastern European bleak humor my family worked so hard to escape from in Lithuania in the 1800s.

Most of these people actually seem pretty cool when they talk to me so maybe they’re a part of a resistance group, but odds are they just think this is a novel assignment they got and they’ve been told to be nice to me in the same way that flight attendants are trained to be sometimes? So the person being brain raped doesn’t try to open the plane door mid-flight?

Just to reiterate, I’m literally devoid of any hope at this point and am completely cynical so the chance this is some kind of “resistance” thing is probably not that at all- just so we’re clear.

Some of the voices are definitely not friendly, but they’re not threatening me or anything and for some of them it is just a job which means this is ho-hum automated and normalized, which also has really weird implications, but I digress. I mean, this is pretty weird— and (as if I didn’t have to already say it), SUPER highly illegal! 

So you better get ready because The Headwind is coming and my slew of lawyers will be at the ready by the time that happens. And of course if you’re part of the military industrial complex getting rich off of beta testing, data gathering, and harassing and interdicting private citizens on American soil by spying on me and brain raping me and gathering data through my brainwaves , you can, as always, go ****fuck****yourselves, gentlemen.

As you were! 

7:38 AM 10/15/26
OH GOODY, AN UPDATE: 
Well, I’m glad I’m making the spooks a hell of a lot cooler with their music collections at least. At least my life is not a complete waste. So anyway, as soon as I sign off and publish this thing , like within five minutes, I get another message from a guy who said, and I quote:

“I’m just the CCA. And 
WE’RE WATCHING YOU”
And I was like completely non-plussed because at this point I just don’t give a fuck so I was like “is that supposed to scare me? ‘Cause I’m not scared” and he’s like all fake Ming the Merciless “Well, you should be” and I’m like “I’m not” and then I said “Do you wanna go get a coffee or something?” and he laughed cause I know how to make people laugh because I’m disarming and charming and actually fucking funny and He was like “ I can’t” so I was like “OK, bye”
And then in another UAP -researchers- would- be-shitting -their-too-left-brained-for-their-own-good-pants, but I was just like kind of over it and actually fine moment, I asked the AI what it thought CCA was and I guarantee you it wasn’t a talent agency that wanted to hire me with a contract! Oh no! Even though I am that fucking good! It’s never the fucking talent agencies! It’s always these ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️guys! How fun for me! Did I mention I got my idea made into a Saturday Night Live sketch once? Yeah, I really did! I gave the idea to Charlie Grandy, who  was a writer for SNL and we were on the roof of my cousin’s apartment in Brooklyn at her birthday party because I was flirting with him and I thought he was cute and he ran with it. The fucker used the idea and it got made into a sketch. It was one of Amy Poehler‘s first sketches that she ever did. I’m not making it up.  And I wanted to be this goofball sitting around the writer’s table at 30 Rock writing comedy all day for a living! This is who the military industrial complex has on a golden chain. Me. *I* am a contingency plan. ME! The universe really does have a sense of humor 🤦🏻‍♀️
ANYHOO, This Shit: