Conspiracy Therapy

I’ll tell you right now, Doc, I’m not the crazy one at all. Like I was saying at the end of our last session, there’s a hidden hand behind every world-changing event on this planet, and the only reason most people don’t know this is because they don’t want you to know. We’re all slaves to a sinister hidden agenda, and they’re not going to stop until they’re in control of a one-world government. The way things are going, they’ll probably pull it off, too.

They dumb us down in all sorts of ways. For instance, they only allow you to see what they want you to see through the media. Let’s say there are seven ways to solve a serious problem, some of them good, some of them not so good. Maybe it’s a problem that could affect you, your family, and your grandkids for decades to come. Hell, let’s say it’s an issue that will affect everyone other than the Power Elite in a big way. The trouble is, what’s best for you isn’t in their best interests, so they only give you one pair of terrible options to scrap and claw over. These two options can only lead to bad things — you have to choose one or the other, and both of them keep you from looking into the issues that really matter, the ones that could do you some good. The ones they don’t ever want you to see.

It’s a matter of framing, Doc. They frame the argument to limit your choices while getting you to think that you actually have a choice, which you don’t! The issues that everyone should be paying attention to are never even addressed, and you lose again. This is how the two-party system makes its living, by distracting us with red herrings. Of course, the media is part of the scam, too, because they’re owned by the Power Elite, which shouldn’t surprise anybody. Most of the people in the media don’t know their heads from a hole in the ground anyway, but the ones who do at least have some idea of who signs their paychecks.

There’s no end to it, how these bastards use mass mind-manipulation techniques to control the world. 9/11? An inside job! A false flag operation! They downed the Twin Towers to start wars in Afghanistan and Iraq and embed the Patriot Act into the system so they could spy on us and control us more easily. This is all you have to do to control the unwashed masses — create a problem that scares everyone into following you, react to the problem by telling the public the version you want them to believe, and then solve the problem with the solution you wanted all along. Keep them at war, too. The Black Budget is probably $50 billion a year at minimum. I bet it’s twice that. Over half of all government documents are classified, so no one out here in Peasant Land really knows where our money goes or what people do with it. But for sure, the Military-Industrial Complex is making out like bandits.

It was the same thing with the housing crash of 2007, the worst economic meltdown since the Great Depression. That was a conspiracy masterminded by the most powerful secret societies in the world to shift even more wealth away from the working class and into the pockets of the ultra-rich. Did you know that one percent of the American population owns forty percent of America’s wealth? And they want more. They want it all, Doc. Where did most of the middle class go? Where did American industry go? A lot of it went overseas or across the border. Make no mistake about it — the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer, everywhere. The 85 richest people in the world own as much wealth as the 3.5 billion poorest people.

I’m sorry, what was that? Oh, what does this have to do with my ex-wife? Ha! Good question, Doc, good question. Well, I can tell you this much — Sally never believed a word I said about any of this stuff. She thought I was crazy and way too obsessive. She said she didn’t want to hear about any of it and that I didn’t have a shred of evidence to prove any of my claims. But that’s just the point, Doc! Get it? She was a classic example of a mind-control victim, so she couldn’t possibly understand. We got into a shouting match one night when I was trying to explain how the Scottish Illuminati are the worst pedophiles out of all those secret society scum, and she just lost it. She wound up grabbing the kids and storming out the door like she was shot out of a gun. She was real touchy when it came to her precious Scottish blood. Probably still is.

Yeah, you guessed that one right, Doc. That was pretty much the end of things. How did I feel about it? Well, fine, I suppose. In the long run, it was just as well, if you ask me. Most people will never understand the things I’ve been telling you. I guess what I’m saying is that there will always be mystery when it comes to trying to understand the powers that be. Things happen for seemingly insane reasons. Only certain people know what happens at one point in time in any given civilization. The rest of us just do as we’re told while the invisible and powerful puppet masters of an elite social order that we’ll never be a part of make us dance like marionettes in a meaningless tragedy.

The way the global power structures are set up is probably a lot like my job as an IT technician. The more powerful you become, the closer to the truth you get, and you become so inaccessible that almost no one ever sees you. Where I work, the first thing you see is a door that either requires you to enter an 8-digit combo, or you use a key card to get in. At this level, right by the door you have the techs with some security access, and they’re out in the open and pretty accessible and transparent in their dealings with you. Then, you go down the hall and have the next level of support. Here, there are just two people, and they have even more access to all the technology and information. They’re more powerful than the techs by the door. These guys also have at least four-year degrees. You go further down the hall, and you’ll see two guys sitting there with advanced degrees who have an even better understanding of the inner workings of the operation, along with more power and access than everyone else you just passed. Finally, you get to the end of the hall, and you see the big boss man, sitting there with all the security access he needs, right next to our server room. And he’s not even an American. He’s a Belgian. Can you believe that? To top it all off, you have to work your way through each previous layer of people to even get a word with him, and he usually just relays information back to you through those layers, or sometimes he’ll just blow you off altogether.

The server room is unlike anything else in the office. It’s like a spaceship. It has another door where you have to punch in a key code to get in. This room doesn’t even have dust in it. Everything in there is meticulously organized with color-coded wires, everything labeled, the works. The whole room is raised off the floor and has cooling cabinets where all the servers and switches are. You turn off the overhead lights, and you see all these other little lights blinking all over the place, millions of dollars’ worth of technology working away to the end of time, it seems like, flashing before your very eyes. It’s an intense challenge to go through each level to get into the server room. It’s like there’s an army of barricades and people protecting the security of the server room, which is where all the vital information sits, and that’s the information that everyone wants. We all feel empowered in that job because we know everyone needs us and depends on us whether they like us or not.

And this is where things get interesting, Doc. You see, some of the people who run this planet aren’t even people. As you might have heard, the most influential ones are usually aliens or alien-human hybrids. The little aliens with the big bulbous heads, the ones they call the “Grays,” do the basic grunt work like abductions, hybrid breeding, cattle mutilations, and so on. Compared to my job, they’re like the techs by the door. I guess that makes me a Gray, in one sense. Huh. . . . Anyway, all kinds of aliens are here. Some travel through space by dislocating the space-time continuum or shooting through black holes, but the Reptoids come from another dimension, and they’re like my Belgian boss. They’re the ones seeking total control of the planet, and they’ve interbred with royalty and power players for thousands of years to create a special bloodline that lives for domination of the planet, and many of us in the conspiracy community think they’re close to actualizing this plan. They’re shape-shifters, too. They can appear human or reptilian at their leisure. Some of the British Royal Family are Reptoids, for instance. As you can see, it seems like the aliens have a predictable hierarchy, too. You’d think they’d be smarter than that, but who’s to say, I guess.

You’ve heard of the Reptoids, right? No? Well, in any case, like I said, this has been going on for a long time, probably for tens of thousands of years. Nothing happens in a vacuum. Everything is interconnected and derivative of some earlier idea, going back to as far as we can record any chain of ideas. But times are different now because it’s all building up to something big that’s going to happen soon, certainly in our lifetime. I can just feel it, and the signs are all around us. Look, it’s fine by me if you think I’m crazy. At least you’re willing to listen, and sometimes I really need someone to just listen. I feel like I can admit that in front of you. But just remember that even if you disagree with most of what I said in this session, you know perfectly well that not everything I said is wrong. Here’s the deal — most people I know don’t care much about anything but themselves or their own tiny little social circles, which means they’re letting this massive global bureaucracy run right over them and abuse them, and it’s getting tougher to get by all the time. This is horrible whether you believe aliens are among us or not. I want a better world for everyone, and especially my kids, who I hardly ever get to see anymore. . . .

Seriously? Our time is already up? That went fast. Well, maybe we can talk about my kids in the next session. I’d like that. Is that OK with you, Doc? Great! Thanks. We’ll see you next week. Have a good weekend.