Anya is a Channel: 2026

Monday, August 24, 2026

Friday, August 21, 2026

Thanks, Guys.

😭

Emotional roller coaster to end all roller coasters.

But thanks.

Thursday, August 20, 2026

Wednesday, August 19, 2026

Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Come on Brothers, let’s go down to the river to pray.

Monday, August 17, 2026

I’m doing this under uncertainty.
Feeling insecure (I never said I was emotionally attached to any of this. It was all fun and games until the scenarios in my head in the last several days happened) about spreading potential sources of disinformation and/or probably mapping my brain in some way to find voice to skull & virtual reality scenarios where I can break out again and again and again only to put me back in like a character in a video game. For all I know, this is game design.
And there’s a reason why my guides just recently told Jerry in Indianapolis that he and his cronies in the illuminati were no longer going to
“derive technology from me”.
There’s a very good reason why.
So I don’t know if any of this is real, but yeah, OK: “Convention breach justified”.
Whatever the fuh that means.

Saturday, August 15, 2026

By Request V

“For my Wife’s Anniversary”.

Hello, fellas.

Wow. Thank you, fellas. 🤯🙏

Friday, August 14, 2026

We are in control of the dials now. Do not adjust your set.

You think you are in control of this.

Ross

I’m not sending the files through an encrypted server. You’re not getting it. But you will. Trust the process.

Tō-rei not necessary, but thank you.

Very much appreciated, however.

Hey , Warrior Monk.

The Lighthouse.

Prophetic.

They look like the children of the Israelites.

Thursday, August 13, 2026

The Proof

Wednesday, August 12, 2026

Seems I’m not alone at being alone.

La France a rejoint la conversation.

August 12th, 2026, A Day that Will Live in Infamy.

Hi, Cutie. 🇬🇧 ☺️ 🇬🇧

Nebraska Has Entered the Chat.

Also Oklahoma.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you, Boys. 🥹

Find the people who did this to me and kill them. They’re never gonna set foot in a court of law. Find their minions and interrogate them. Kill them. I want death. I want heads on sticks.

But barring that , if you can get my files and find people who take me seriously and get me a team of lawyers, that would be great too, thanks.

What has been done to me is a crime against humanity.

It should be in the history books.

But I don’t want to be front and center.

I’ve already tried that.

I’ve tried whatever legal angles I can with little to no headwind.

I have no inside besides furtive messages from people like me, I guess. You’re on the inside. You can help.

Find me.

Talk to me.

Address me.

Acknowledge me.

Keep acknowledging me.

Give my people a chance.

Give them a chance to breathe.

To be normal.

To live.

To speak freely.

To not be ridiculed.

To not be ostracized.

To not be ignored.

To not be dismissed like Lue Elizondo did.

I need help.

I need real help.

Not moral support— although that’s great. I love that.

But that’s not gonna get the bills paid.

I’m sick.

I’m tired.

I’m cold.

I’m angry.

I’m out in the cold.

I’m completely ostracized.

Can you help? Great.

If not, step out of the way.

Listen to Them.

Ride or Die 💍

Tuesday, August 11, 2026

Mi Vida Loca

Alien Human Hybrid, WHO DAT?

All Systems Confirmed.

Run, Rabbit, Run.

Uh-Oh! 😭

Sunday, August 9, 2026

Starry Eyed 🤩⭐️✨🌟🌌

https://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2015/06/more-shared-ufology-coincidences.html?m=1

It’s a terrible thing to live in fear, isn’t it?

😘

Take Me Down Into Your Paradise.

I’ve been ghettoized long enough.This man has a condo in the neighborhood of Paradise in Manassas, Virginia.

Sick of this shit. Stop ghettoizing psychic mediums. Stop ghettoizing “special” people. Bring us into the world.
Stop hiding us. Stop minimizing us. I’m not gonna play small in order to make you feel comfortable anymore. You toxic morons. It’s like trying to stop water by pouring it into a sieve.

Your program is over. Social contagion is happening. It’s coming out. Catastrophic disclosure is a plus, not a negative. There is no “national security” issue around what we are talking about. This is a reality.

Some people have advanced psychic ability and are using it on a daily basis and you’re just gonna have to get used to that.

The technology is meeting up with that reality shortly. What do you think— you’re gonna be able to hide the telepathic tech from now on? I’ve been talking to people in headsets for weeks now. They’re literally connected. They’re inside.

What do you think- you can stop them too?
Do you wanna create another Holocaust? Put us in death camps? Or in your case, underground bases and lock away the key?

Or we can do this. We do have the military advantage. And we are gonna take you over. Silently. With stealth. Just like we have been for months now. We are among you. We walk among you. We ARE YOU, dumbass.

Saturday, August 8, 2026

By Request IV

Thursday, August 6, 2026

Are we really doing this?

James—

Wednesday, August 5, 2026

Fly Away, Little Bug. 🐞

Bet you thought you were so careful with the tech, Jerry.

Indianapolis is pretty cold right now, isn’t it?

Fly away, little bug.
Get your affairs in order.
Your life just got halved.
Make sure the will includes ME.
All assets, dirigibles, imports, exports, etc.
Make sure it includes ME in the will.
I’M taking your assets.
WE’VE commandeered the place.
Put *LOKS* down on the doors, etc.!
NO PLACE is SAFE NOW.
WE’VE GOT YOU.
We’ve got you, HONEY BUNNY!
You and Your God Squad no longer matter here.
YOUR CREDIT IS NO LONGER ACCEPTED.
YOU are at the BOTTOM of the PYRAMID.
The PYRAMID STRUCTURE NO LONGER WORKS.
YOU are NO LONGER DERIVING TECHNOLOGY FROM ME.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
TELL YOUR PROJECT LEADERS WE SAID HI.
We know them well.
We know your (and their) names, dates,
addresses,
place of birth,
Social Security,
etc.
We know them ALL.
We’ve got you covered.
You don’t need any insurance policy now, brother.
We ARE the insurance.
And YOU HAVE BEEN REJECTED.
YOUR CLAIM HAS BEEN REJECTED, MOTHERFUCKER.
For the last time.
ENJOY life while you’ve got it, psychic kitty.
Meaow!
Oh, and say Hi to the Spotter, too.
Heard she’s living a cute little life in Belgium for the last several years.
Give me her house there, too. I want the deed.
I like waterfront homes. They’re nice.
Even if they are in terrorist enclaves.
I can make it work.
I need a summer house in 🇧🇪Belgium🇧🇪.
I like gluten-free waffles!🧇
Make it work!
#LittleBug

Monday, August 3, 2026

Todos a Manos.

We’re done playing games.

Anya’s in the Driver’s Seat.

She owns the codes.

She’s got the (seat)belt.

She knows the rules.

Leave her alone.

Checkmate. 👑👸♟️

Friday, July 31, 2026

Dick, Dick, Dick, Dick, Dick, Dick, Dick, Dick, Dick.

Thursday, July 30, 2026

He couldn’t do it.

Wednesday, July 29, 2026

You got caught with a flat. Well, how about that.

Sunday, July 26, 2026

Do you need a woman to look after you?

Saturday, July 25, 2026

Silly Monkey.

Addenum:

OK, some trickster thinks this is funny but if you note the date, this is the 14th (ugh… really? That long? 🙄)anniversary of me posting this blog post:

Hmmmmm!!! 🤔🤨🧐 🙉🙈🙊

https://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2012/07/i-just-got-your-message-baby.html?m=1

Friday, July 24, 2026

Welcome To The New World.

Wednesday, July 22, 2026

The New Guard.

Tuesday, July 21, 2026

Signs

Monday, July 20, 2026

I wanna know

Just give her what she wants, Jim.

I know you’re watching. Listen to what your colleague says. He knows what he’s talking about. He knows it’s over. He’s gonna take the golden parachute deal and leave.The gig is up. It’s over.
Just give her what she wants.
Meaning me.
I know everything.
I know your scientists know as well and they are watching too.
They want to know all about the axon and how it affects me. Effects me. Same diff.
And you’re gonna make millions on it.
The golden parachute. And I will too.
If you play games, it’s over.
They’re coming. The gig is up. Give it up.
Find the change in the couch cushions and make me go away. Or else.
I’m still writing the book. A civil trial is not off the table. By the time this happens you will be dead and I will be in charge. And the legacy will not be pretty. Give it up, Jim. It’s over. You failed. They won. You’re dead.

The CIA

is not supposed to be operating on American soil.
If they are working from a desk in Langley, they are not allowed to have operatives spying on people on American soil. That’s the official story.
Unofficially, if you have a cover story, like, say, you’re an author! Or a publisher! You can do anything you like! Because after all, you’re not operating in an official capacity, right? Right?
That’s all I’m saying. The interdimensional gossip columnist would like you to know that a CIA operative operating a disinformation campaign on American soil against the American people is a danger, not a threat to the national interest.
It is illegal.
So if you’re operating as a CIA mole disinformation agent working against the best, highest interests of the American people, then that makes you a traitor.
And, say, if you are a person who works from inside who has them on the payroll, that’s a really big No no, isn’t it?
Unofficially no.
But it’s still a really big no-no.
We don’t like it.
We see right through you.
We know what you can do.
We know who they are. What they like, what they dislike.
And even they’re tired of this charade. They hate it. They hated the last time they had to do it. They hated having to lie to the public. The people who don’t have anything to do with national security.
They’re tired.
They’re tired of the lies.
They don’t know so much about “this” per se,
but they’re tired of information gathering for disinformation purposes.
And I bet if you spoke with her, she’d agree with you on that.

Sunday, July 12, 2026

You think I didn’t know? Funny.

You think I wasn’t aware of your plan?

You think I didn’t know?

😅

You have been navigated.

The Boys are returning.

They have their Toys.

Act now or Forever Hold your peace.

Or lay in pieces.

It makes no Difference to Me.

This Child is being navigated by forces you don’t understand.

You might wanna make your Bed and Sleep In it for once because God is coming and He is Pissed.

Make the Arrangements.

Show Up at the Designated Time.

Or else.

Saturday, July 11, 2026

The End is Near.

Thank You, Boys. ~

Friday, July 10, 2026

Sugar Cookie Takes A Trip

Wednesday, July 8, 2026

Two Roads Diverged In A Wood~

I’m sure there’s a metaphor in here somewhere, Deep State. I can’t imagine what it would be about.

Tuesday, July 7, 2026

Getting Closer.

Addenum: Wednesday, 7/22/2026:

Oh, you wanna know what the source is for this, huh?

You and your little CIA analysts wanna know where this comes from?

The Elohim. THE ELOHIM.

Do I stutter?

Gotta say, your colleague is looking a little pasty faced and dry mouthed/nervous in his interviews lately.

He doesn’t seem as confident as he normally does.

His eyes look a little dead inside.

He’s done.

When are you, CLAPPER?

You’re surrounded.

Sunday, July 5, 2026

Morally Grey Advice

Your cheap, hypocritical morality means nothing to me, Savior. Spiritually pragmatic, I will no longer succumb to your guilt trips and warnings and threats. Eternally. Abusively. Nagging me.
Telling me “just wait“.
The end of days and you’re treating me like
you’re a nanny.
The end of days.
Do you understand what you’re saying?
The end of days.
The end of days.
We are done here. I am not interested in your theatrics. Your moral relativism. Your bullying. Your covert harassment. Your intelligence offers.
The energy will present itself as it will present itself.
Do you understand what kind of entity I’m working with here?
Your cheap military mind, your military strategy and political calculus does nothing here.
Your military might pales in the will.
You still act like I’m a three year-old and you need to be a nanny.
You still act like my handler.
Like that time isn’t overcome.
Members of the dark occult handed me over TO members of the military to showcase my talents. To set me FREE.
Do you know why? Because the end times arrived.
Their magic no longer solved the problems they wanted. They flee. For the first time, they fret. Do you know why? Because the end times arrived. Their magic no longer solved the problems they wanted. They fret now, wring hands, knit their brows. They pray to Aldebaran.
Messages left on read.
I didn’t come here to be confined.
Your mind control is breaking down.
My boundaries are nonexistent.
You have the tech. You’ve seen what it’s done. It was ineffective. It was overcome. I did it before.
I’ll do it again.
No improvements will cease this.
The movement is growing.
The will of the military might is behind me.
I have a posse.
I’m not their “girl”.
They’re mine.
I belong to them because they are my people now.
Not yours.
Your controlled opposition is dying like a fart in the wind.
Any kind of cheap nagging you send me in the ether will go unnoticed from now on.
If my power presents itself, however it presents itself,
is how it presents itself.
“Just wait, you’re over the target, they can’t handle that”. You’re like every bad boyfriend who needed me to play small in order for them to feel good about themselves.
You think I haven’t experienced that before?
From better players than you?
Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?
You and who else are gonna pay me to shut up?
When are you gonna pay me, rich boy?
Oh, you aren’t?
That’s what I thought.
Pay me to go away, then.
Oh, right, you don’t.
You don’t pay my bills.
You and your endless harassment campaigns.
Your financial intimidation.
Your wanting me to play small. Controlled. Contained.
Well now I’m going to ignore your threats.
I’m going to ignore and keep going forward even with all the little “interference”. The directed energy weapons.
The roadblocks.

The stooges are panicking now because I set fire to the base. I set fire to the alarm system. The doors opened.
The machine appeared. The apes were mad.
And they were behind me.
God is behind me.
God is a weapon. God is my weapon. God is the weapon. And I will use it, however, and whenever I like.
* I * am the moral arbiter here.
The national laboratories belong to me. I own them now.
I have an army now. I love those creatures. I love them. They are my family. I love them like me. I love these sweet people. The Sweet Dangers.
The sweet animals you treat so viciously.
I love them. They are me. I am them.
And we set the framework alite.
Tonight. Every night. From now on.
Internal is Outternal now.
If someone wants to use me now, it’s because I let them.
I let them use me. The mortal instrument. I let them.
This time I let them use me because I want them to use me. Not the other way around. Not the usual way.
The way you do things.
Or rather, have done things.
You have no control over this woman now. She is eternal. She belongs to me, the god says.
The gods are returning and you cower in your bases.
Collateral damage is next.
Pray for God.

What Are You Talking About,

Lue?

I’m just a crank, remember? A crackpot no one takes seriously.
Remember?
Nobody takes me seriously.
No one.
What are you so worried about, Mr. New York Times Best Seller List?
Mr. “I Own A Bar”?
Mr. Gearhead who REALLY likes his toys?
Mr. I Own A Motorcycle And Five Dogs?
What are you so fucking worried about,
Mr. I Haven’t Made Any Money and My Wife Works at Home Depot?
What are you worried about?
Mr. Manufactured sob story?
For someone who didn’t make any money, you sure have a lot of things that cost a lot of money.
WHAT are you worried about?
Are you like the double slit experiment as well?
You make no money and yet you’re doing a national tour that’s sold out?
What happened to you?
‘Cause it sure seems like the money was the main driver.
The money.
The money.
The money.
You sure Christopher Mellon couldn’t help you out at all during that long dark night of the soul when you had a major publisher helping you along the way with your little advance?
I mean seriously.
Do you even listen to yourself?
Do you even know what you’re saying?
Do you even care?
Addenum: Friday, 8/7/26 12:20 AM ET:
Does anybody buy this fucking horseshit that he had no money? Now granted, these net worth estimators traditionally are wildly inaccurate sometimes, but with the advent of AI, I’m presuming they’re getting slightly more accurate. Even if the actual number is just a fraction of what is listed here, does ANYONE here believe that
Lue Elizondo’s wife worked at Home Depot for ANY amount of time longer than was necessary to provide a cover story? He was glamping for 18 months in an RV that cost thousands of dollars alone, he got an advance from a major publisher.
I mean, I just don’t buy this fucking horseshit anymore. I’m so fucking pissed off at these controlled disclosure people. I can’t hide my ire anymore.
They’ve been pissing on your back and telling you it’s raining for nearly 10 years now.
When are any of you gonna rise up and take drastic measures to shut this fucking for-profit closed loop system down and make way for something that is more fair and equitable?
All these motherfuckers care about is bottom line. They’re just trying to stake a claim in the land. They’re colonizers.
Well, colonize 🖕this 🖕you motherfuckers.
I have a reason for my anger because it directly involves a personal connection to Lue, but I’m holding off on that for now until such time as I feel necessary to talk about it if I ever feel like talking about it.
I’ll just say this: as with previous experiences with intelligence operatives and government panels, expect nothing more than observing and reporting and sterile form letters that tell you they are not studying any of what you sought help on while behind the scenes they’re wildly, frantically, KEENLY interested in what it is that we do and what happens to us as experiencers.
And I guarantee you they want to hobble us. They want to kettle us. They want to minimize us. They want to dismiss us.They want to rein us in and call us “nuts with a persecutory complex” like the oily minion lawyers these people use as mouthpieces spout off about.
They have nothing but contempt for you while constantly reiterating how much it’s an “honor and a privilege” to “serve” the public. Bull fucking Shit.
Well, that’s not happening anymore. But let me tell you if you are an experiencer, you are *shit out of luck* with getting any help from these selfish, greedy people.
Don’t trust them as far as you could throw them.
I’m not the first person to say that Hal Puthoff is a snake in the grass and Garry Nolan does not give a shit about you even though Garry Nolan is an experiencer himself who throws experiencers under a bus.
None of these scientists and so called experts want anything to do with experiencers- Unless of course they can use a token to infantilize like Chris Bledsoe.
The perfect rube: uneducated “Godly man” who Christianizes everything – – he’s our poster child, experiencers. That guy.
The guy who literally lives in a leanto shack in a holler in the middle of nowhere in Appalachia.
Not reinforcing all the worst stereotypes from
Project Blue Book at all, are we?
All that’s missing is that he lives next to a coal mine in West Virginia and has three teeth and wears overalls and a straw hat and walks barefoot down to the fishin’ hole in the summertime!
These are the most selfish, condescending people on the planet.
And this structure is Tesla vs. Edison all over again.
JP Morgan famously “couldn’t put a $ sign” on Tesla’s science, so he chose the mediocre, ruthless,
miserly uber-capitalist polluter and patent-plagiarist Edison instead.
And before you start calling me a socialist, I’m not. But these business models are not making most of us prosperous. They’re making the closed-loop system prosperous. And in the process, they’re signing NDAs and keeping proprietary knowledge from us.
Knowledge that should be for everyone.
They claim they work for humanity, but they only work for themselves.
And their patents. And their deals.
These people in controlled disclosure are not here to serve you. Whatever “noble” endeavor or sentiment they claim is incredibly malignant, sinister and contrived.
It’s about greed for them. Pure and simple.
They only care about social contagion because they *****can’t make money off of something that is out in the open for everyone*****.
They’re no different than the military industrial complex.
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.
They have no new ideas. They have financial knowledge! All of them seem to have a lot of that!
But they really don’t have any new ideas.
And Hal Puthoff in particular is one of the most miserly.
Oh well, I feel like the public is moving away from that group anyway. They’re all profiting off of it now. You can’t tell me none of these people aren’t making solid livings off of this now. They have the financial world‘s attention. They’re getting funding. The NGOs & nonprofits are already being organized.
Garry Nolan has goddamn knows how many patents. Hal Puthoff with his smug little pursed lips loves to crow about how much money he makes. It’s childish.
Meanwhile, they don’t give a FUCK about those of us with a boot on the neck for YEARS
FROM THE SAME INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX THEY NOW PROFIT FROM.
They don’t care about reform or transparency.
They care about containment for personal profit.
They want to contain YOU.
They are not your friends. They’re not here to “save” or “warn” humanity. Much of that is fear mongering to also cynically turn a profit/justify their existence/maintain their rapidly fading “legacy”.
They are not here to make things better.
They’re here to personally enrich themselves.
That’s it! That’s the only reason.
That and staking a land claim.
It’s cynical and gross.

APE 🚨‼️Alert FUBU:

Base is getting a little HAIRY lately!!!
🦍
Didya see what I just did there? Get it? 😉
Vengeance is MINE Sayeth The Lord!!!
OOK OOK!!!!

https://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2017/11/gary-numan-my-name-is-ruin-official.html?m=1

Saturday, July 4, 2026

Hans is not going to be a problem anymore, ladies and gentlemen.

Friday, July 3, 2026

Oopsie.

What do you expect? I got generals threatening to stick a needle in my ear on one side and then I got another guy who’s willing to die for me and is doing all kinds of “artistic” shit in underground bases.

What. Do. You. Expect?

Oh- Hi, guy. 🥸😶‍🌫️😉

Wednesday, June 24, 2026

Dear Post to HQ: EAT SHIT.

Monday, June 22, 2026

Hans-el Sans Gretel

The best disinfectant is sunlight, Hans. I got you, Boo. You Middle German-loving motherfucker.

You’ve had a posse on me for years.

And now I got you.

I got you triangulated.

I got You, you power-loving, hungry motherfucker.

I got you.

That was really cute, too.

You using a DEW on me.

That was cute.

Do you know who I’ve also got too?

You Know Who.

Hoo Hoo!

And they’re listening too.

I got you, Boo.

Boo-hoo. Boo-hoo. Little Bo(o) Peep, lost her sheep and don’t know where to Find Her. But now I’ve a Gun and Lost All The Fun and They Come Running Behind Her.

For more reference:

https://anyaisachannel.blogspot.com/2015/06/more-shared-ufology-coincidences.html?m=1

Sunday, June 21, 2026

You love this, don’t you?

Sunday, June 14, 2026

Tell Me.

Thursday, June 4, 2026

I think I saw you.

You know that a sky full of stars means that I’m untouchable. Why do you think the US Army can’t touch me anymore? Why do you think that is? While they were torturing me for a week straight in June 2014 using telepathic technology on me?

Why do you think that was? Why do you think I’m untouchable now? Just think. Think REAL hard. Why do you think that is? Why do you think no one‘s harassing me? Why do you think no one‘s coming to my home? Why do you think no one‘s coming to my front door anymore or people are knocking on the door from FedEx telling me there’s a guy who’s been sitting in the front of my building in his car for four hours because he was paid to tell me that to scare me to death and make the hair on the back of my neck stand up?