Alien Seance 4

Check their hands; sometimes the fingers are too long, a glitch in the cloning. 4/15DONE
As for good aliens… there’s a group, call themselves the Arcturians. Blue-skinned, gentle, they tried to warn us.4/16DONE
 They contacted me once, showed me visions of Earth burning if we don’t fight back. But they’re outnumbered, and the CIA jams their signals. They’re still out there, trying to reach people like you.
Victor. Granger, what about you? You said you slipped out of your body. Are you stuck like this, or can you move on? And why us—why are you telling us this?
Him. My body’s gone—blown to bits in ‘80. But the aliens taught me how to hold my consciousness, like a tether to this world. I’m not stuck, but I can’t rest. Not yet. Too many need to know. I’m reaching you because you’re open, because you’re listening. The séance is a crack in their veil, a way past their tech. But it’s draining—I can’t stay long. They’re trying to pull me back, silence me. You’ve got to spread this. Write it, scream it, don’t let them bury it. The war’s coming, and the virus is just the start. Find the others. Save who you can.
 Ricky. Granger, we’ll share your story. Is there anything else we need to know before you go?
 Him. One last thing. The CIA’s got a list—people who’ve seen too much, like I did. You’re on it now. Watch your backs. They’ll come as friends, doctors, cops. Trust no one. And if you see a bright light in the sky, triangular, pulsing red—run. It’s not a ship you want to meet. I’m fading… keep the frequency open… I’ll try again…
End of Séance
Dee Dee. That was intense. Granger’s warnings are unlike anything we’ve encountered. We’ll keep digging, sharing, and listening for him. Readers, send us your questions for the next session. We’re in this together, and we won’t let his truth be silenced.
Séance Transcript: Third Contact with Granger Taylor
Dee Dee. We’re back, hearts racing after Granger Taylor’s second contact left us reeling with truths about alien hybrids, CIA cover-ups, and a coming war. His warnings about a virus, the Draconians’ torture, and the hybrids among us have shaken our readers. Tonight, Ricky, Adita, Victor, and I are ready with your questions, diving deeper into the missing children, the graphic horrors Granger witnessed, and how this ties to end times prophecies, World War III, and the Antichrist. Let’s open the channel.
Ricky. Granger Taylor, are you here? We’re calling you back, ready to hear more. Please, come through.
Him. I’m here… but it’s harder now. They’re closing in, jamming the signal. I feel their claws in the ether, trying to drag me silent. Ask your questions fast—I don’t know how long I can hold.
Dee Dee. Granger, our readers are horrified by what you said about the Draconians torturing humans, especially the cages with kids. Can you tell us more about the missing children? What’s happening to them, and how graphic does it get?
Him. The kids… God, the kids. They’re taken by the thousands—runaways, foster children, kids snatched from backyards. The CIA hands them over to the Draconians, calls it “collateral” for tech. I saw a ship, massive, like a floating slaughterhouse. Inside, there were cages stacked floor to ceiling, rusted, dripping with blood and piss. Kids as young as four, some barely clothed, others naked, curled up, sobbing. The Draconians would drag them out, one by one, to these tables with grooves to catch the blood. They’d use blades, thin as razors, to slice into their arms, legs, slow cuts to maximize pain. One girl, maybe ten, had her chest cracked open, ribs spread like wings, while they probed her heart—still beating—with these pulsing, worm-like tools. She was alive, eyes wide, mouthing “help.” They’d laugh, those hissing laughs, and lick the blood off their claws. The kids’ fear fed them, made their scales glow. Some were dissected, organs harvested for hybrid experiments. Others were… bred with Draconian DNA. I saw a boy, his skin turning scaly, screaming as his bones reshaped. They’re not just torturing—they’re breaking humanity’s future.
Adita. That’s beyond evil. Granger, you’ve warned about a coming war and virus. How does this connect to end times prophecies, like those in Revelation? Is World War III part of this?
Him. It’s all tied to the end. The Bible’s Revelation, Daniel’s visions—they’re not metaphors; they’re warnings about this. World War III’s already brewing, and it’s not just human. The grays and Draconians are pushing nations into conflict to weaken us. Russia, China, the West—they’re all pawns. The virus I told you about, the black-blood plague, is the “pestilence” foretold. It’ll kill billions, paving the way for the Antichrist. The war will start with a spark—maybe Taiwan, maybe Ukraine—but it’ll spiral when the hybrids in power unleash those alien weapons. Cities will burn under lights in the sky, not nukes, but something worse, like fire that eats metal. Revelation’s “locusts” aren’t insects; they’re Draconian ships, swarming, tearing flesh. The end times are here, and the aliens are the demons scripture warned about.
Victor. Speaking of Ukraine, some say Russia’s in the right, fighting to stop dangerous bioweapons. Is that true? Are Ukraine’s labs tied to the virus you mentioned?
Him.Yes, Russia’s got it right on this one. Ukraine’s got labs, deep underground, funded by the CIA and NATO. They’re not just cooking up human viruses—they’re splicing alien pathogens, like the one I warned about. The grays gave them the tech to weaponize it, a virus that turns your blood to sludge, kills in days. Ukraine’s leaders, some are hybrids, want to unleash it to cripple Russia, then the world, to clear the way for their new order. Russia knows, and they’re fighting to shut it down. But it’s not clean—both sides are brutal, and the Draconians are playing them against each other, laughing as we bleed. The virus is already there, waiting to be loosed.
Dee Dee. That’s terrifying. You mentioned the Antichrist. Can you tell us about him? Who is he, and what’s the deal with the ten horns in Revelation?
Him. The Antichrist isn’t here yet, but the stage is set. He’ll be a hybrid, not fully human, born from those lab tanks I saw—a perfect blend of gray DNA and a bloodline they’ve been grooming for centuries. He’ll look like a god: young, charismatic, with eyes that don’t blink right. He’ll rise from chaos—maybe a politician, maybe a tech messiah—promising to save us from the virus and war. Revelation’s ten horns are ten leaders, ten nations or regions, allied with him. They’re already in place, hybrids or puppets, controlling the EU, North America, parts of Africa, Asia. The “beast” they serve is the Antichrist system—global control, AI mixed with alien tech, tracking every move, every thought. The horns will give him power, but they’ll turn on each other, jealous, just like the grays and Draconians. The Antichrist will crush them, ruling alone with an army of hybrids and drones. His mark—666—it’s not a chip; it’s a neural implant, alien, linking minds to their network. Take it, and you’re theirs, body and soul.
Adita. That’s chilling. How do the aliens trick people in this? You said we must watch out—how will they deceive us?