Alien Seance 1

7/15/25
ALIEN SEANCE-1
Séance Transcript: Contact with Granger Taylor
Ricky: Who have we contacted?
Him: My name is Granger Taylor.
Dee Dee: How can we help you? Do you have a message to deliver?- DONE 
Him: I’ve been waiting for someone to hear me. I’m not gone, not really. I was pulled into something bigger than you can imagine, and I paid for it. I need you to listen, to warn people. I was a mechanic, a tinkerer, but I got too close to truths they didn’t want me knowing. The CIA, the aliens, the secrets they buried—they broke me to keep me quiet. But I’m here now, and I’ve got to tell you what I saw, what I learned, before it’s too late. DONE
It started in Duncan, British Columbia, back in the ‘70s. I was obsessed with machines, fixing locomotives, planes, building my own damn spaceship. But I wasn’t just tinkering with metal—I was hearing voices, not human ones. They came to me at night, clear as a radio signal. Extraterrestrials. They showed me things: their ships, their tech, how they moved through dimensions. I thought they were my friends. Then the CIA showed up.DONE
I didn’t know it was them at first. Men in suits, asking about my “hobby,” my UFO replica. They knew I’d been contacted. Turns out, they’d been working with these aliens—grays, tall ones with black eyes—since the ‘50s. Roswell wasn’t a crash; it was a handshake. DONE.
The CIA traded human test subjects for tech: anti-gravity, energy weapons, mind control. I was recruited because I could understand the alien machines, reverse-engineer them. They called me a “consultant,” but I was a prisoner in their black sites, underground bases in Nevada, Alaska, places you’ll never find on a map.DONE
The aliens taught me their biggest secret: how to live forever. Not like gods, but through bodies. They’d mastered transferring consciousness—your soul, your mind—into new vessels. Cloned bodies, synthetic ones, even human-alien hybrids.DONE
 I saw the labs, rows of tanks with half-human, half-gray babies floating in green liquid. Their eyes were huge, unblinking, but they cried like human infants. The CIA wanted immortality for their elite—presidents, generals, billionaires. But the aliens had their own agenda. They were breeding these hybrids to infiltrate us, to rule from within.DONE 1-7
I met others like me, abductees pulled into the program. A woman named Clara from Ohio, taken in ‘72, said she’d been probed and experimented on since she was a kid. DONE 1-8
A guy, Marcus, a trucker from Arizona, saw his own clone being grown. They dosed us with drugs—LSD, something alien, glowing blue—to keep us compliant, to make us doubt our memories. DONE 1-9
Clara disappeared one night; Marcus was found in a ditch, raving about “lizard men.” I started keeping notes, hiding them in my truck.DONE 1-10
But there were other aliens, not the grays. These ones were cruel. Reptilian, they called themselves Draconians. DONE 1-11
They didn’t negotiate; they took. I saw what they did to humans in their ships—torture, worse than you can stomach. DONE 1-12
They’d peel back skin, hook wires into nerves, keep people alive while they screamed. They fed on fear, some kind of psychic energy. The CIA knew about them but looked the other way because the Draconians gave them weapons tech. I saw a video, grainy, of a Draconian ripping a man apart in a hangar while agents just watched.DONE 1-13
The CIA had blood on their hands, more than I could count. They killed Kennedy, MLK, Lennon—anyone who got too close to the truth or stirred up trouble. DONE 1-14
I overheard names in the bases: Marilyn Monroe, poisoned; Bobby Kennedy, mind-controlled patsy. DONE 1-15 Part 1 finished!
PART 2
They even took out scientists working on free energy, tech the aliens gave us but the oil barons didn’t want. I knew too much, saw too much. They couldn’t let me walk.DONE 2-1
They dosed me into insanity. That blue alien drug—it burned my mind. I’d see demons, hear voices telling me to jump off cliffs. My sister thought I was just on acid, but it was their doing. That night in ‘80, I didn’t leave on a spaceship. I drove to Mount Prevost, where they’d rigged my truck with explosives. The blast was supposed to erase me, but my consciousness… it lingered. The aliens taught me how to slip out, to float free. I’m not in a body now, but I’m still here.DONE 2-2
Listen, you need to know what’s coming. There’s a war brewing, not just human. The grays and Draconians are turning on each other, and Earth’s the battlefield. The CIA’s building an army of hybrids, but they’re losing control. DONE 2-3