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: