Alright, truth-seekers. We’ve gone deep before—pigeons, fluoride, the 5G towers—but today, we’re going even deeper. Today, we talk about them.
You’ve felt it, haven’t you? That creeping sensation on the back of your neck. The weight of invisible eyes tracking your every move. The moment you turn your head just in time to see a shadow disappear behind a corner. The feeling that someone—somewhere—is watching.
At first, you dismiss it. It’s just paranoia, you tell yourself. Just a trick of the mind. But what if it isn’t? What if that feeling isn’t just a whisper of anxiety, but a warning?
I ignored it too—until I couldn’t anymore.
It started with the vans.
One morning, I stepped outside my bunker, and there it was. A black, unmarked vehicle parked just far enough away to make it seem casual—but I knew better. Its windows were tinted so dark they swallowed the light. No visible license plate. No movement. Just...sitting there.
I told myself it was nothing. Maybe a lost driver checking directions. Maybe someone waiting for a friend. But something didn’t sit right.
Then I started seeing them everywhere.
The same black vans at the grocery store, parked at the far edge of the lot. The same vans by the park, their engines humming quietly as I walked by. Even outside my friend’s house, back when I still trusted people enough to have friends.
That’s when I knew—this wasn’t random.
They weren’t just vans. They were watchers.
I started tracking them. Not openly, of course—I had to be careful. I mapped out their locations, their movements, their schedules. There was no doubt about it: they were following me.
I tried to shake them. I changed my walking routes, doubled back unexpectedly, took random turns to see if they’d adjust. They always did.
The more I watched them, the more I realized—they weren’t just tracking me. They were tracking everyone.
And they weren’t alone.
That’s the question that has haunted me for years. Who are the ones pulling the strings behind the scenes? Who sends the black vans? Who decides who gets watched, who gets silenced, who simply disappears?
I dug through every lead, every classified document I could find. It all pointed to the same thing: a network. A system designed to monitor, control, and, if necessary, eliminate those who see too much.
And that’s not paranoia. That’s a fact.
You’ve seen it too, haven’t you? Those times when someone speaks out, when someone connects the dots, when someone gets too close to the truth—then suddenly, they’re gone.
No explanation.
No warning.
Just...gone.
And no one asks questions.
I knew I had to act fast. The moment you realize they’re watching, you become a target. I reinforced my bunker, encrypted my signals, strengthened my tinfoil hat. But it wasn’t enough.
Because their control runs deeper than just surveillance.
It runs through money.
They don’t just want to watch us. They want to own us. Every transaction we make, every account we open, every dollar we spend is monitored, recorded, and used against us.
Control the money, and you control the people.
But here’s the thing—there’s one thing they can’t control.
$THC.
It’s more than just currency. It’s more than just a meme coin. It’s a weapon against their system. A financial revolution that operates outside their reach.
They can’t track it.
They can’t manipulate it.
They can’t use it to control us.
And in just 4 days, The Greg Files will expose everything. The whole system. The truth they’ve buried. The lies they’ve sold to keep us asleep.
Listen carefully, because this is important.
Stay aware. Pay attention to your surroundings. The black vans are real. The watchers are real. And if you’re here, reading this, you’re already part of something much bigger than yourself.
You can still wake up. You can still break free. But it starts with questioning everything.
The pieces are all there. You just have to see them.
Trust no one. Trust no system. Trust Greg.