ALIEN BLOOD SHOCKER!!

Newspaper Clipping, 12 October 2025

Leaked Biotech Report Reveals Alien DNA Present in Human Population

A classified report from the UK Biogenetics Agency was leaked online Sunday evening, revealing that a small percentage of the human population carries genetic sequences of confirmed non-terrestrial origin.

The document, titled Resonance Tier Classification: Initial Findings, outlines the discovery of a stable, heritable genome segment that does not match any known terrestrial lifeform or synthetic construct.

The report suggests these sequences were introduced intentionally—likely through targeted reproductive intervention by an external intelligence. Individuals exhibit neurological and immunological anomalies, including heightened sensory acuity, precognitive episodes, and resistance to conventional pharmaceuticals.

Government sources have neither confirmed nor denied the leak’s authenticity, but internal NHS communications indicate preparations for a national screening initiative. Civil liberties advocates warn of potential human rights violations, while some scientists call the discovery "the most significant evolutionary event in recorded history."

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Tabloid report, 14 October 2025

SHOCK LEAK: “ALIEN BLOOD” FOUND IN BRITISH CITIZENS

A top-secret government report has blown the lid off one of the biggest cover-ups in modern history, and it's not even that aliens are real. Their DNA is living among us.

The leaked document reveals that a select group of UK citizens carry genetic material that did not originate on Earth. Scientists inside the Department of Health have allegedly known for years, quietly monitoring these individuals, which they say pose no threat to the general public.

Sources claim the DNA sequences were deliberately introduced by an unknown intelligence, possibly decades ago, as part of a long-term breeding programme. The affected individuals show bizarre traits: superhuman immunity, psychic flashes, and disturbing sensory episodes.

One whistleblower described the findings as "a biological time bomb," warning that the government is preparing mass screenings under the guise of routine health checks and procedures.

Some officials are already concerned that this will once again decrease vaccine uptake.

Meanwhile, NHS clinics have begun distributing informational posters urging the public to report "unusual symptoms" in themselves or family members.

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THE INQUIRING MIND
Issue #327 – October 2025

"ALIENS"? OR JUST ANOTHER GOVERNMENT BREEDING PROGRAM GONE WRONG?

by M. Brooke (Editor-in-Exile)

They want you to believe it’s aliens.

That’s the line being peddled by the mainstream press this week after a so-called "leaked" biotech report claimed certain UK citizens are carrying "non-terrestrial DNA". The Guardian, the BBC, even The Times, they're all parroting the same script: It’s aliens, it’s a mystery, the government is just as shocked as you are.

Don’t buy it!!

We at TIM have been tracking this for years. The truth is far more mundane and yet disturbing!! Shocking reveal: your government is LYING to yuo!!

Acording to our sources (including two formar NHS contractors), the “Resonant g-nome” isn’t alien at all! It’s the result of a decades-long covert breeding program! run under the guise of fertility research and "neurological enhancement trials" dating back to the 1970s.

The goal? To create a subpopulation of controllable, hyper-perceptive individuals. Perfect for surveillance, psychological warfare, or worse!! The so-called "symptoms" listed in NHS posters (see below) are not signs of alien contact. They’re side effects of forced genetic manipulation. I.E. EUGENICS! !

And now that the data’s out, they’re scrambling. So, people, expect more posters. More screenings. More “support programmes.” But don’t be fooled. This isn’t about helping you. It’s about finding their assets so they can controll them, its that simple!!

We’ll be publishing the full testimony of “Subject 9” in next month’s issue. Until then: stay alert, question everything, and don’t let them swab you.

#STAYFREE!!

HAVE YOU SPOTTED THIS POSTER? YOUR ALREADY ON THEIR LIST

Do You Feel Different? You’re Not Alone

Resonant Symptom Awareness Initiative

If you are experiencing:
> Shared dreams
> Sensory hypersensitivity
> Resistance to medication
> Visions or memory anomalies

…you may be eligible for "screening."

Translation: They want your DNA!! They want your silence. Your obedience.

Don't be fooled. don't be controled.

Tear it down. Tell your neighbours. Stay free.

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Letters to the Editor (THE INQUIRING MIND) – Issue #327

All letters printed as received. Names withheld upon request.

"They Took My BLOOD in 1998"

I knew it. I KNEW IT. Back in ’98 I went in for a routine dental check and they said they needed a blood sample “for anaesthetic compatibility.” I was young, I didn’t question it. But I’ve had dreams ever since—metal corridors, humming lights, people speaking in reverse. Now this Resonant thing comes out and suddenly it’s all “shared dreams” and “sensitivity to sound”? That’s not coincidence. That’s confirmation.
They’ve been tracking me for decades. I’ve stopped drinking tap water and I’ve lined my attic with copper mesh. You should tell readers to do the same. --R. (Lancashire)

"My Dog Knows"

I don’t care what the government says. My dog, Jasper, has been barking at the television every time the NHS poster comes on. He never used to do that. He’s a rescue, very intuitive. I think he senses the frequencies.

Also, I’ve noticed my plants are growing faster when I sleep near them. Is that part of the Resonant thing? I haven’t been sick in years and I can smell electricity.

They say it’s alien DNA but I think it’s military-grade neurotech. Probably injected through childhood vaccines. --A. (Devon)

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NHS Public Awareness Campaign

"Do You Feel Different? You’re Not Alone."

Genome: Resonant

Symptom Awareness Initiative

A newly identified condition may be affecting individuals across the UK. If you are experiencing any of the following symptoms, please contact your GP immediately.

Symptoms May Include:
- Persistent déjà vu or shared dreams
- Unusual sensitivity to light, sound, or emotional environments
- Difficulty distinguishing personal thoughts from external stimuli
- Resistance to common illnesses or medications
- Sudden changes in perception, memory, or empathy
- Recurring visions of unfamiliar landscapes or symbols

You may be experiencing signs of Resonant Neurological Syndrome (RNS).
Early intervention is essential. Your GP can refer you for confidential screening and support.

[NHS Logo]

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Junie didn't look at the poster, but it felt like it was looking at her. They seemed to be everywhere lately, and it was driving her potty.

That's the trouble, isn't it, you hear about a condition or a syndrome or whatever, and you think, oh wow, I've got some of those things...

But maybe you don't.

Maybe I don't.

Maybe all these stupid posters and ads put the idea in my head.

Junie chews. On the inside of her cheek until it bleeds. Gnaws her lower lip to ribbons. Bites her fingernails. Her mother would have slapped her hand for that. Go and lick the toilet, she'd say. Go on. It's more hygienic than what you're doing...

Everything is conspiring to make her anxious this morning. She wants nicotine. A good old fashioned cigarette, but of course, you couldn't smoke on the train. Couldn't use one of those foul bubblegum flavour vape pens either. Anyway, she'd given up.

I have, she told herself very firmly. I've given up. I don't want it anymore.

Oh, but I do.

She takes her phone out and tries to distract herself. The news is mostly aliens (mostly), and that means social media is saturated in it as well. Scowling, huffing, jabbing, and swiping, Junie closes down the websites and apps, and opens her e-reader instead. A book. That will take her mind off things.

Still, the poster glares down at her, and keeps drawing her eyes back to it.

It takes an age to get to her stop. Rudely, she shoulders her way off the train, desperate to be away from the confines of it, but it's no use: the same posters leer at her from every surface. Every pillar, wall, window, and door, exhorts her to call her GP for a referral and confidential consultation.

In the coffee shop, the rewards stamp has been swapped for one depicting the caricature of an alien face, with those huge and slanted eyes, like dark mirrors. Snatches of conversation confirm that this was on everyone's mind.

"Are you experiencing any of the symptoms?" Junie heard one woman ask the man sitting with her.

"Pfft. Don't be silly. No one is. Some people just think they are, because they're gullible. But it's all just a story. A distraction. You watch, we'll find out next week that the Tories have cut funding to another essential service..."

Am I gullible? I don't think I am.

Junie sips her macchiato, regretting every mouthful. It's poorly made, and scalds her mouth, but she drinks it anyway.

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She arrives at work at twenty minutes past eight. Helena is already at her desk, and the radio is on. Helena is a big fan of eighties music, and right now, Simon Le Bon is eagerly telling the almost-empty office that this is planet earth...

Junie grits her teeth, and tries to ignore it, but when the song finally finished and Sting starts singing about being an alien, Junie can't bear it much longer.

"I'm not really in the mood for eighties music," she says, trying to sound light-hearted. "Could we listen to something else?"

Helena glares, but retunes the radio and settles on a different channel. Of course, it's dissecting the recent news reports about the alien DNA which was, Junie fears, coursing around her body.

She thinks she might be sick.

"Hey, Junie," Rhea is always nauseatingly cheerful. "Are you ok? You look a bit peaky."

"I'm sick as a dog," Junie replies, still sorting through her in tray, and trying to echo Rhea's upbeat tone. "It's all this alien stuff. I'm quite literally sick of it."

Helena looks up, glaring. Her precious radio is still rehashing the same six sentences about alien DNA in as many ways as possible. For one wild and hopeful moment, Junie thinks Helena might switch it off in a burst of passive aggressive martyrdom, but no such luck.

"Are you coming out for drinks tonight?" Rhea asks.

"Are you mad? It's a school night!" Junie laughs.

"Just one then. I want to celebrate moving into my new flat, and you didn't come out with us at the weekend."

"Sorry," Junie resists a twinge of guilt. "I really wasn't feeling up to it. I'll come tonight though. Really I will."

"Good." Rhea dons her new headband; a garish green number in plastic with a couple of antennae on springs. She pulls a face. "You need it."

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