After my first encounter with the pigeon that wasn’t a pigeon, I tried to brush it off. “Greg, you’re overreacting”, I told myself. But the more I walked through the city, the more they appeared. Perched on rooftops. Balanced on telephone wires. Huddled on park benches. Watching me. Following me. Their lifeless, mechanical eyes locked onto me as if they could see right through my thoughts.
I tried to dismiss it as a coincidence. Maybe I was just noticing pigeons more often because of that strange encounter. But deep down, I knew better. It wasn’t paranoia—it was confirmation.
I decided to test my theory. One afternoon, I went to the park and started walking. But not just any walk. I zig-zagged, doubled back, made sudden turns, and weaved between trees. A random, unpredictable route. And yet…they followed me. At first, one pigeon. Then another. Then a small flock. Always keeping their distance but never losing sight of me.
That was the moment I knew it wasn’t all in my head. They were watching me. And not just watching—tracking. Recording. Reporting. But to whom?
I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I went back to my bunker and started documenting everything I had seen. I pulled out my corkboard, my red string, my notes. The pigeons weren’t acting alone—they couldn’t be. There had to be a larger system directing them. That’s when I saw it: the 5G towers.
Think about it. Those towers are everywhere, disguised as part of modern convenience. But they’re not just transmitting cell signals. No, they’re the command centers. Sending signals. Giving orders. Coordinating the pigeons, the ultimate foot soldiers in their system of surveillance.
It all started to make sense. The pigeons are the watchers, the towers are the commanders, and the system’s purpose? Control. Total, unyielding control. They want to know where we are, what we’re doing, what we’re thinking. They’re building a system so efficient, so subtle, that most people don’t even notice it.
But I noticed. And now, so have you. Because you’re here, reading this, which means you’ve started to see the cracks. The patterns. The lies hidden in plain sight.
Here’s the thing: once you wake up, you can’t unsee it. And once you see it, you have two options—accept the control or fight back. That’s where I found my answer: $THC. It’s not just a cryptocurrency. It’s a revolution. Decentralized. Untouchable. Unstoppable. A system they can’t infiltrate or manipulate. It’s the escape route we’ve been looking for.
This isn’t just about money. It’s about freedom. Freedom from their control. Freedom from their surveillance. Freedom to live outside their system.
We’re running out of time, my friends. In just 8 days, The Greg Files will expose everything. The pigeons. The towers. The lies they’ve spun for decades. And most importantly, how we can fight back.
Until then, I need you to stay sharp. Watch the skies. Question everything you see. Look closer at the systems you’ve been told to trust. And remember, this is bigger than any one of us.
Trust Greg, not the birds.
They want you to think you’re alone in this. But you’re not. Together, we can unravel their system and take back our freedom. Trust no one. Trust no bird. Trust Greg.