posted on Jun, 1 2017 @ 06:54 AM
This is the story of Crandall's conspiracy. At this time neither Crandall or myself are able to disclose anything other than the words that are
here. I cannot provide proof or any background on my source. This may change in time.
Now Crandall has an opinion about everything and claimed to have "put the dots together" to finally get a clear picture about what is really going
on here on Earth. It's hard to write about because this picture is as bleak as it can get. Not only are multiple theories put together in one
story, but there is no happy ending, ever...from what I know so far.
Crandall believes that people are really only animals on this planet and that they have been altered and harvested since their creation. Only their
creator was not a benevolent all-being...it was a group of higher intelligence creatures that could only be described as the equivalent of our doctors
"People are the easiest animal to control." Crandall would muse. "They are so easily led into doing what is necessary."
I would sit patiently, listening to long silent pauses on the cassette...waiting for the next dot to be connected to the story. After time the voice
would continue and I would resume typing as I listened.
"Once they figured out that we could be brainwashed from birth, they decided how to create separate groups of personalities and characters. Predator
and prey types, victims, heroes...it didn't make a difference to them, it was all to further their own understanding and control."
Usually after admitting something horrifying out loud, the session would come to an abrupt end and after 20 minutes of silence I would turn the
machine off. I had to come to learn that each tape held a separate piece of the story, and once it became too hard to continue I knew that Crandall
had retired to rest and regroup. Within a short period of time, perhaps even hours later a newly sealed package would arrive with the next tape. I
would steal a glance at it sitting on my counter top throughout the day until I could reveal it's contents later. I learned to be concerned about
what I would be hearing next.
By 10 pm, my agreed upon time for "the revealing"...I could easily have anything from 1-20 tapes to transcribe depending on how much of a roll
Crandall had been on. Sometimes it was too much to bear and always it was huge and difficult to digest. But I had become addicted and needed to keep
listening by this point. I pushed "play" on the recorder and waited to begin.
"We were so stupid," the voice sounded weary and sad.
"We let them turn us against each other, we let them do it and we supported them and even cheered them on..." Crandall often sounded incredulous as
if pontificating and then reliving certain memories that sounded personal.
"It's no wonder newborns suck their thumbs in the womb...we need coping mechanisms before we're even born yet...then we need coping mechanisms
after we're born here. Why didn't we ever wonder what we were coping with? Why? Because they learned quickly how to distract us from anything
that was going to help us. They controlled all the information we were exposed to over the years, rewriting history again and again."
Crandall now sounded bitter and I was ready to hear weeping at any moment. This knowledge was all real to Crandall and it was only my place to type
down what I heard. But it was getting really hard to separate what was real from what I was hearing, and it became harder to know what was real. I
kept on because it was paying me well but I worried that it was affecting my health. After all I'd heard by this point I was fairly convinced that
my health was already beyond repair, considering all the purposeful toxins I had ingested over the years. It just sounded too logical for me to
"The imagination was a wonderful creation, it allowed us to believe in nicey-nice stories...stories about love and being born for a reason. Like
destiny and karma and souls and all that."
I sipped some coffee and waited for more. Crandall was fired up, I could tell that this session would be a longer one. As I sat my cup down the
voice was back and I resumed typing.
"Make the slaves think they're free...let them think they're making choices and decisions, and they will follow the carrot and repopulate with more
slaves...and they will brainwash them with all they know, and on and on we go!" Frowning slightly, I heard laughter.
"Civilization...ahh, yes how civil! We built institutions where we could start the process at birth, and they sat back while watching us do it to
ourselves, it's quite brilliant really..."
I glanced to check that the coffee maker light was still on, apparently it was going to be a late night...I could tell.
"And don't forget the drugs, ooh the drugs they were so popular! They let us all play and experiment and it was all just a part of their plan.
They figured out how to lead us along while we still did their bidding for them. We are right on schedule as they know what's about to take place
and we silly animals still haven't got the notion, really. If we had ever figured out that we were just here to serve their purpose and that we
didn't matter at all...would we have been any different?"
Getting up quickly I knew that a question meant enough of a pause for me to have time to refill my mug and get back. To be safe I clicked "stop" on
the machine. Crandall would pause and reflect on the question before responding with another part of the story. But still I didn't want to take the
"They let us have our hope, with our doctors and healers...then they used them against us to inject us and convince us..." I quickly lit a cigarette
knowing this next part would make my stomach hurt.
"And when we're dying we think we get to go somewhere else that is better!" then Crandall dissolved into laughter and I vomited into my garbage
can. "Please don't..." I whispered..."please don't keep going with that." Then I wiped my mouth with my hand and took a puff, a sip and placed
my fingers back on the keyboard.
"They know it all could be finished so easily without anybody even knowing it happened...but no! They are watching us suffer and die, for
educational purposes, damn you!! Like we do to other animals because we're too stupid and arrogant to communicate with them!!" I paused hearing
something muffled in the background like a chair being knocked over or kicked. Crandall continued on, "And all along it's been their plan, the
entire thing has been quite a success...we should be so bloody proud. Next tape!" That was the first time I'd been told to continue. I was
I put the next cassette in the machine and waited for the voice to begin.
"We haven't killed our damn planet, what we've done is terraform it for them! There's more tapes coming but this is the end result so transcriber
please make note of this." I typed quickly, trying to keep up but stopped when I realized Crandall was addressing me personally. Without thinking,
I nodded and waited to see if there was more.
"That's enough for tonight!" and then I heard a click. For the first time Crandall had hit "stop recording" and I sat back to consider what I'd
(To be continued)