THEY WANT YOUR DNA TO SING THEIR SONG

By ConBoi, The Nigh End Times – April 15th, 2023

April 14th, 2023. AARO releases another report. The Pentagon calls it transparency. I call it tranquilization. Throw a few acronyms in the air and watch the masses fall asleep again. But there it was, tucked inside a bureaucratic nothingburger: over 650 sightings, hundreds of them still “unexplained.” High-speed crafts, metallic orbs, zigzagging sky-dancers with no heat signature, no wings, and no allegiance to gravity.

This ain’t a hobby. This is a chess game. And while you were doom-scrolling TikTok, the board flipped.

AARO’s little disclosure wasn’t a nod to disclosure—it was a leash tug. A reminder that they still decide how much truth we’re allowed to swallow. But the problem with truth is, once it cracks the dam, it floods everything. And here’s what they’re not saying:

You’ve already met alien tech.

It’s in your house. It’s in your kitchen. It’s in your gut.

The microwave oven.

That humming deathbox didn’t crawl outta post-war America by accident. Look at the patent dates. Look at the classified projects surrounding radar backscatter. But more importantly, look at what it does—excites water molecules, scrambles organic structure, and delivers heat without combustion. That ain’t a stove. That’s a directed energy weapon disguised as convenience. You ever wonder why food tastes different out of it? Why it saps moisture, texture, life? Because it’s reprogramming.

There are whispers—dark ones, declassified and redacted into oblivion—that the first military-grade microwave was recovered, not invented. Recovered. The wreckage didn’t come with a flag, but it came with instructions. And the Pentagon followed ‘em.

It ain’t just about heating up leftovers. It’s about infusion. DNA-level interference. You consume irradiated matter enough times, it starts to hum at a different frequency. One that don’t match human biology anymore. One that syncs up to something else.

You think I’m done? I’m just pre-heatin’. Because this ties right back to war. Vietnam.

They told us the Gulf of Tonkin incident was a North Vietnamese attack on U.S. ships. That’s the spark that lit the fire, right? But it was a lie. A false flag. Declassified NSA documents confirmed it. But ask yourself: why? Why lie just to justify boots on foreign soil?

Because they weren’t fighting communists. They were testing chemicals.

The jungle was a lab. Napalm, Agent Orange—sure, that’s what we saw. But buried in black-budget programs were other agents. Silent ones. Alien derivatives. Materials extracted from crash sites, modified and aerosolized. Sprayed from above, absorbed through skin, cooked into rations.

Tens of thousands of American troops were dosed—unknowingly. Not to kill them. To observe them. Track mutations. Behavioral shifts. Psychic phenomena. Think that’s far-fetched? Then take a long, hard look at MK Ultra.

We were doing the same thing back home. LSD trials. Hypnosis. Electroshock. All under the banner of “mind control.” But what they really wanted to know was how far you could push a human being before they stopped being human. And when they broke, what stepped in to fill the space?

MK Ultra wasn’t about torture. It was about tuning. Finding the frequency. Aligning us—slowly, quietly—with something inhuman.

So the next time your Hot Pocket whistles from the microwave, think about this: you’re eating food bombarded by waves reverse-engineered from something that didn’t come from Earth. Your thoughts are being guided by a war that was never about politics. And your dreams? They might not even be yours.

Watch what you eat. Watch what you believe. And never, ever trust a war that starts with a lie and ends in silence.

We’re being cooked from the inside out.

ConBoi, out.