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Sunday, July 9, 2017

David Icke despre conștiință, personalitate și experiența realității





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Saturday, January 4, 2014

Istoria secretă a religiilor și societățile secrete - David Icke



Inainte de a va uita la acest mini documentar setati-va intelegerea asupra faptului ca prin religii, Icke se refera la organizatiile ce hipnotizeaza intru submisiune masele, si nu la adevaratii practicanti, la practicile autentice sau la personalitatile divine ca Iisus.

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David Icke - Chiar vreți să cunoașteți niște adevăruri?



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Thursday, July 18, 2013

David Icke - The Ritualistic Assassination of Princess Diana



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Monday, May 6, 2013

ET'S WORKING WITH THE US GOVERNMENT



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Thursday, April 18, 2013

David Icke - Parasite Entities That Feed Off Human Emotional Energy.




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Friday, December 21, 2012

David Icke - The Future Beyond 2012



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Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Money That Is Sold Abroad Is You!


It is not dollars, treasuries, bonds and debt that is being sold by your government.

It is you.

Text and references: Freedomain Radio -

http://www.fdrurl.com/moneyisyou


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Monday, February 27, 2012

Povestea lui Brandon Corey despre Masonerie (subtitrat)



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Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Fraţi de Arme – David Icke de vorbă cu Jordan Maxwell

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Mai 2010

David Icke (DI): Se pare, de la nivelul comun al celor cinci simţuri, că totul e pierdut. Te uiţi la ştiri, te uiţi la sistemul de control cum îţi intră în casă. Şi dacă priveşti lucrurile doar din acea perspectivă, atunci poţi spune: „Pune-mi cătuşele, nu-ţi mai pierde timpul!"

Jordan Maxwell (JM): Aşa e!

DI: Şi totuşi, totuşi există o altă dinamică. Dinamica „de la izvor la vărsare", care a săpat la rădăcină tot timpul, precum bine ştii. Când „m-am trezit" pentru prima dată… – de fapt, când am început „să mă trezesc", pentru că e un proces care continuă – am întâlnit o paranormală în 1990 şi toate informaţiile veneau prin ea care s-au dovedit toate adevărate.

Iar unul din lucrurile care mi-au fost spuse, prin intermediul ei, a fost că eu voi ieşi pe scena lumii şi voi dezvălui mari secrete şi tot felul de chestii de-astea. „Ce tot vorbeşti? Ştii, eu sunt prezentator TV." Dar unul din lucrurile pe care mi le-a spus… mesajul spunea: „N-ai nevoie să cercetezi prea adânc." Totul era deja aranjat, cu mult timp în urmă. „Calea e stabilită, tu doar trebuie să urmezi indiciile."

JM: Da.

DI: Şi când privesc înapoi la ultimii 20 de ani din viaţa mea – ceea ce ar trebui să faci şi tu, mergând înapoi chiar mai mult, în termenii despre care vorbim acum – a fost ca şi cum ţi s-ar fi înmânat, pe rând, bucăţi dintr-o ghicitoare. Iar asta nu s-a întâmplat doar aşa, ca distracţe. „OK, acum îţi dăm câteva piese, ca să ştii mai multe. OK, acum s-a terminat."

JM: Nu.

DI: Nu. Asta duce undeva.

JM: Hm-mm.

DI: Unde duce? La concluzia că acest sistem de comandă şi control este – ca tot ce există – bazat pe un proiect informaţional vibraţional. Asta e temelia sistemului, iar când acea temelie se destramă, acel sistem de control trebuie să cadă. Şi există oameni care au venit în această realitate, – sau cel puţin examinează această realitate, care cred că ar fi mult mai… ar fi mai probabil – care au un rol anume, interconectat, contribuind la destrămarea acelui proiect.

Şi se destramă. Se destramă! E predestinat să se dărâme, e scris indiferent cum am vrea s-o luăm. Se destramă, se va dărâma dramatic de rapid îndată ce va atinge un anumit punct de destabilizare.

Şi nu va fi dărâmat prin proteste de stradă – deşi e bine să protestăm prin toate mijloacele paşnice – şi sigur nu va fi dărâmat prin lucruri care se întâmplă în această realitate – deşi asta ar putea contribui. Va fi dărâmat prin destrămarea acestui lacăt vibraţional, acestui desen vibraţional prin care această realitate a fost acaparată, răpită, suprimată şi controlată.

Bill Ryan (BR): Jordan, tu ce părere ai? Pentru că tu n-ai fost întotdeauna la fel de optimist, nu-i aşa?

JM: Cred că David are dreptate, dar ce-a spus el iniţial… eu eram total de acord cu el… Priveam lumea şi spuneam: „De fapt, nu există nicio speranţă." Pentru că oamenii, masele largi, specia umană nu e capabilă să se protejeze singură, nu-şi poate stabili nicio apărare proprie.

Exact cum discutam dimineaţă, eu privesc la oamenii de pe Pământ ca la animalele de pe câmpia Serengeti din Africa: sunt acolo cu miile, făcând ceea ce fac de obicei, stau toată ziua la soare cu puii lor, încercând să-şi câştige existenţa, încercând să supravieţuiască, în timp ce leii se apropie tiptil.

Din cauza asta… Oamenii buni nu s-au organizat niciodată. Oamenii buni nu văd niciun motiv să se organizeze, numai infractoriise organizează. Iar genul de oameni care sunt la putere, sunt la putere pentru că ei vor acea putere. Şi şi-au vândut sufletele ca să ajungă în acea poziţie.

Iar specia umană nu va reuşi niciodată să fie în măsură să se opună acestui gen de oameni, care sunt organizaţi şi corupţi în scopurile lor. Dar… Şi de asta am simţit, atâţia ani, că nu mai e nicio speranţă. Prin urmare, ce am vrut eu să fac – pentru oamenii care vor să ştie, pentru acei oameni care se trezesc şi vor să ştie – Vreau să fiu acolo, cel puţin ca să le dau ce e mai bun din ce mi s-a dat mie, ce e mai bun din ce-am fost eu capabil să primesc.

Dar eu nu fac asta cu gândul că cineva va salva lumea, dar… şi încă mai am rezerve despre unde vom ajunge în final, ca specie umană. Dar se pare că există un fel de matrice spirituală, din altă lume, în funcţiune. Şi chiar asta sper, că avem companie cosmică în ceea ce facem, că se mai întâmplă şi altceva, după cum spuneau Cavalerii Templieri: „Precum Deasupra, aşa şi Dedesubt."

Şi încep să cred că e ceva cu ideea asta că noi nu suntem reali, că nu facem asta cu de la noi putere.

BR: Ideea despre că avem companie, o tovărăşie cosmică, ne-ai spus-o de multă vreme, pentru că tu ai avut o experienţă personală directă cu Ei.

JM: Hm-mm, da.

BR: Deci…

JM: Dar chiar şi…

BR: …iată dovezile tale.

JM: … chiar şi cu acea experienţă personală directă, eu încă sunt înspăimântat, încă mai am dubii serioase despre orice. Ceea ce este de-a dreptul absurd, pentru că mi s-au oferit atâtea ocazii şi am auzit atâtea lucruri, şi am avut atâtea întâmplări care mi-au dovedit că am protecţie şi îndrumare.

Şi totuşi, am rămas cu reflexe omeneşti. Încă îmi e frică să ies, îmi e frică… deoarece ştiu cum sunt oamenii aceştia din vârful scării sociale. Şi mai ştiu că ei nu sunt oameni, ca atare.

DI: Hmm.

JM: Deci lor nu le pasă să ucidă, nu se sinchisesc de tiranie sau să te arunce în închisoare, etc. Şi mi-e teamă de… Mă tem pentru viaţa mea…

BR: Dar dacă ar fi vrut să facă asta, ar fi putut s-o facă deja. Adică, au cam întârziat, nu-i aşa?

JM: …

BR: [râde]

JM: Păi niciodată nu e prea târziu, ei pot veni oricând să mă lichideze.

BR: Da, dar momentul ca ei să te oprească era, de fapt, înainte să-ţi fi făcut treaba, nu după. Aşadar…

JM: Precum am mai spus, am avut lucruri serioase – nu doar ameninţări, mi-au bătut la uşă agenţii federali de câteva ori, cu citaţie, cu mandat de arestare, şeriful era în faţa casei cu mandat de arestare, guvernul federal m-a inculpat pentru nişte acuzaţii foarte grave. Şi în ultimul moment, cineva, undeva, a intervenit şi a închis cazul.

BR: Exact ca în cazul despre care vorbeai, când Credo [Credo Mutwa – şamanul sud-african] era pe punctul de a fi aruncat în foc, cineva a strigat „Opriţi!"

JM: Da.

BR: Aceaşi schemă…

JM: În ultimul moment…

BR: …acelaşi princiu.

JM:… venea cineva şi mă salva.

DI: Cred că schema asta cu „ultima clipă" – am păţit-o şi eu – este o parte pregătitoare. Pentru că „ultima clipă" înseamnă că trebuie să ai încredere.

JM: O, da.

DI: Iar eu am ajuns la un punct în care, indiferent ce s-ar întâmpla, eu am încredere în rezultat. Va fi pozitiv.

JM: De acord cu tine.

DI: Şi devin din ce în ce mai optimist, pe măsură ce aflu mai multe. Şi, pe măsură ce-mi extind propria conştiinţă, devin tot mai optimist.

Aceşti oameni sunt puternici într-o cutie de mărimea unui bob de mazăre. Ei trebuie să ţină omenirea într-o cutie mai mică decât a lor. Ei nu sunt atotputernici, nu sunt atoateştiutori, şi nu pot face orice. Ei au creat o structură de control vibraţional în care si sunt într-o cutie, o cutiuţă.

E adevărat că au capacităţi intelectuale care le permit să se joace cu tehnologia, dar e o cutie vibraţională. Iar ei sunt limitaţi la acea cutie datorită stării lor, datorită nevoii lor de a conduce. Şi ce înseamnă nevoia de a conduce?

Înseamnă că eşti într-o stare de insecuritate maximă. Numai oamenii nesiguri şi temători vor să-i conducă pe alţii, vor să manipuleze. Oamenii care sunt împăcaţi cu ei înşişi sunt fericiţi să se lase duşi de curent şi să accepte rezultatele aşa cum apar.

BR: Aşa e…

DI: Şi deci…

BR: … Dacă n-ar simţi nico ameninţare, n-ar avea nicio nevoie de a contola pe cineva…

DI: Corect.

BR: …n-ar trebui să avem niciuna din aceste structuri prezente aici.

DI: Păi, entităţile din spatele sistemului de control precum şi intermediarii lor hibrizi se proţăpesc ca şi cum ar fi plini de încredere în sine şi toate celelalte.

Din nou, ştii, avem… oricum eu am întâlnit foarte mulţi fanfaroni, apoi ajungi în spatele acelei faţade şi dai de un pipernicit speriat în spatele tejghelei, spoiala e doar ca să ascundă un personaj mic şi speriat. Cu asta avem noi de a face.

Deci, ca să controleze omenirea, precum au făcut, au trebuit să pună omenirea într-o cutie mai mică decât a lor.

Şi aşa au creat acest sistem de manipulare, care e ticluit să izoleze vigilenţa populaţiei ţintă, înăuntrul realităţii celor cinci simţuri, şi să ne deconecteze, sau să deconecteze conştiinţa noastră de la nivelele superioare de conştiinţă.

Odată ce tu, ca fiinţă umană, te eliberezi din încorsetarea vibraţională a dominaţiei celor cinci simţuri, şi începi să-ţi extizi conştiinţa, o extinzi dincolo de cutia la care sunt limitaţi ei, şi în afara căreia nu se pot extinde decât dacă îşi schimbă starea de a fi. Iar dacă îşi schimbă starea de a fi, atunci nimeni nu va mai dori să manipuleze pe nimeni.

Deci, fie că noi ne extindem dincolo de cutia lor, fie că ei se extind dincolo de cutia lor, sistemul de manipulare trebuie să cadă, în ambele cazuri. Fie că ei nu vor mai dori să conducă, fie că nu vor mai putea fi la conducere, pentru că expansiunea conştiinţei umane va pune capăt manipulării.

Şi în momentul în care ne extindem conştiinţa, accesăm – oricine poate s-o facă – niveluri de conştienţă care, nu numai că ne dau imaginea a ceea ce se întâmplă, a ceea ce acest sistem de control vrea să ascundă de noi, dar ne şi conectează la ceea ce noi numim „protecţie". Fiindcă noi ne creem realitatea în minţile noastre, precum un computer decodifică informaţia de la internetul fără fir.

Cărămida de bază a acestei realităţi este o creaţie informaţională ondulatorie, care, precum internetul fără fir, este prezentă peste tot în jurul nostru. Iar noi o decodăm cu ajutorul trupului nostru, proiectând-o într-o lume holografică, care există doar în capul nostru. Pin urmare, ceea ce noi decodăm determină trăirile noastre.

Iar dacă noi suntem într-o stare de conştienţă extinsă, conectată la nivele superioare de cunoaştere, informaţie, conştiinţă, din cadrul acestei construcţii, şi nu cădem în capcana de a decoda credinţa că putem fi eliminaţi, credinţa că putem fi opriţi, atunci nu putem fi opriţi!

Deoarece, dacă eu nu decodific acea informaţie, „Pot fi oprit, pot fi asasinat", din vibraţional, prin electric, spre holografic, ea nu se poate manifesta în trăirile mele. Nu poate face aşa ceva!

Iar din numărul de informatori cu care m-am întâlnit de-a lungul anilor şi care spuneau mereu: „Nu ştiu cât o să mai pot furniza astfel de informaţii înainte ca ei să mă elimine." Ce fac ei?! Ei cad în acea matrice informaţională care spune:

„Pot fi eliminat, permit aceasta ca una din posibilităţle mele." „Probabil că voi fi lichidat," „Nu ştiu cât timp voi mai putea contina înainte să fiu scos din joc." şi „Iată medaliile mele şi rănile din război, sunt un erou…"

BR: Pe limbajul profanilor, ei chiar aşeaptă să se întâmple asta (de ce ţi-e frică, de aia nu scapi)!

DI: Sigur că da! Asta e idea! Aşa vine din acea construcţie, prin electric, înspre holografic: bang bang! Profeţie care se auto-îndeplineşte. Nu e… nu trebuie neapărat să se îndeplinească, dar ceea ce percepi şi crezi ai şanse foarte mari să şi trăieşti.

Iar eu spun acum: nimeni nu mă poate elimina, nimeni nu mă poate opri, decât dacă eu decodez asta în experienţa mea, iar eu n-am să fac asta! Deci… capitol încheiat!

De asemenea, peste toate astea, ai celelalte forţe care lucrează, care asigură, de asemenea, ca acel proces de a decoda acel rezultat să nu se întâmple. Iar oamenii spun, am auzit-o mereu: „Când soseşte Cavaleria?"

JM: Da.

DI: Cavaleria, dacă aşa vrei s-o numeşti, e deja aici, este în spaţiul – sau, în ceea ce noi numim spaţiu – în care trăim. Dar cavaleria este cavalerie numai comparată cu sistemul de manipulare, pentru că vibrează la un nivel de conştiinţă mai înalt! Nu e: „Când vine Cavaleria de peste deal?" Ci este: când o să mergem noi peste deal, ca vibraţie, să facem joncţiunea cu Cavaleria?

BR: Când avem de gând să înţelegem că noi suntem Cavaleria.

DI: Ei bine, suntem, dar pentru a demonstra asta cu putere şi eficienţă maxime în realitatea holografică a celor cinci simţuri, avem nevoie să ne conectăm cu acele nivele de conştienţă, cu acele nivele de conştiinţă care ne pot da această putere imensă de transformare şi aduce sfârşitul acestui sistem de control şi manipulare.

Deoarece sistemul de control se manifestă absolut din nivele de conştiinţă de densitate mică, asta este el: frecvenţă scăzută, e dens şi are soliditate, e nemişcat, e un câmp energetic foarte dens.

Ce se întâmplă acum e că acel câmp energetic începe să se destrame, din cauza acestei schimbări energetice, pe care eu o numesc „Vibraţiile Adevărului". Pe măsură ce densitatea energetică se destramă, proiectul, temelia pe care întregul sistem dens de control e creat, se năruie!

Ştiţi, pare a fi aşa de solid, „O, Doamne, priviţi-l, este un sistem indestructibil!" dar la baza lui stă o schemă vibraţională care e condamnată la pieire şi e pe cale de a fi destrămată, chiar în momentul de faţă, de către această schimbare vibraţională care are loc acum.

Cu cât mai mulţi oameni se deschid acestei schimbări vibraţionale, cu cât mai mulţi oameni devin generatori şi transmiţători ai acestei schimbări, cu atât curba exponenţială creşte.

Ştiţi, ne aflăm într-un moment fantastic, de schimbare a erelor, când era de densitate – a ceea ce oamenii numesc întuneric, de reprimare, de dorinţă de a controla… şi ne mutăm, suntem la această cotitură.

Intrăm într-o eră a fluidităţii, a expansiunii conştiinţei, a armoniei, a trezirii, a neînfricării. Lipsa fricii înseamnă lipsa insecurităţii, înseamnă lipsa dorinţei sau a nevoii de control.

BR: Poţi vedea asta, Jordan, printre unii oameni din jurul tău, că aceste schimbări au loc?

JM: Noi trei suntem cu toţii de acord că suntem… că specia umană a fost dominată de inteligenţe superioare nouă, sau… ne-umane, altele decât umane – aş spune inteligenţe din altă lume.

Iar întrebarea mea este, gândul meu e că până când nu se va face ceva în privinţa acestei prezenţe nepământene care a construit această lume pentru noi şi ne-a menţinut proşti, până când nu vom face ceva cu Ei, care crezi că vor fi rezultatele?

Pentru că, până când aceşti reptilieni sau inteligenţe din altă lume, cine or fi ei – şi sunt total convins că suntem manipulaţi, ca specie, de inteligenţe…

DI: Categoric!

JM: … din altă lume, şi dacă e adevărat, atunci, indiferent cât de mult ne trezim noi şi evoluăm spiritual, trebuie făcut ceva în privinţa lor, ca să spun aşa.

DI: Aş spune că toate astea sunt legate între ele, datorită acestui spirit. Nu-mi place să folosesc cuvântul „spiritual", are o conotaţie religioasă. Această schimbare vibraţională, această extindere a conştiinţei, aceste Vibraţii ale Adevărului, această nouă eră, această nouă yuga a experienţei umane: este o accelerare vibraţională.

Acum, această accelerare vibraţională portă un nivel nou de cunoaştere, conştienţă, înţelegere. De-aia oamenii care se acordează cu ea, brusc uuaaa!, se văd pe ei şi lumea într-un mod diferit. Dar asta nu afectează doar oamenii.

Afectează realitatea însăşi. Iar aceste entităţi ne-omeneşti, reptiliene dar şi altele, – există şi nişte entităţi benevolente implicate – sunt şi ele afectate de această schimbare vibraţională.

Iar „terenul lor propriu" vibraţional este era cea veche, clădit pe vechea energie. Şi ei au construit acest sistem de control pe fundamentul vechiului tipar energetic. O parte din el a fost… – faptul că omenirea s-a conectat în mod conştient la acel tipar energetic – a fost într-o stare de reprimare permanentă.

În loc de conştientizare extinsă, e ca şi cum am spune: „Eu sunt doar Stan Păpuşă, eu sunt Gigel Vasile şi nu am nicio putere." Asta face sistemul de control foarte uşor de menţinut.

Dar pe măsură ce noi ne extindem dincolo de cutiuţa în care sunt ei, pentru că putem, atunci menţinerea sistemului e tot mai dificilă. Dar ăsta e doar un nivel al fenomenului. Adevărata cauză de prăbuşire a acestui sistem de control este fundaţia vibraţională pe care a fost construit, acestă densitate se destramă!

Şi odată cu el, întregul eşafodaj de carton trebuie să cadă pentru că sistemul holografic de control şi manipulare e doar o reprezentare holografică a schemei vibraţionale pe care se bazează!

Când aia dispare, asta trebuie să dispară! Totul se întâmplă simultan, pentru mine e clar că nu e un accident că se întâmplă chiar acum, când aceste Vibraţii al Adevărului – cum le numesc eu – încep să influenţaze masiv conştiinţa oamenilor.

Isuse, adică, îmi amintesc cum era în urmă cu 20 de ani, Doamne… Lucrurile s-au schimbat, nu-i aşa, ca număr de oameni care îşi dau seama, „Oho, ia stai un pic! Viaţa nu e chiar aşa cum credeam că e, eu nu sunt chiar aşa cum credeam că sunt."

Deci, aceste Vibraţii ale Adevărului, au deja un impact foarte, foarte puternic. Şi totul începe să se mişte, prin urmare… Nu e întâmplător, cum am spus, că se întâmplă acum, că aruncă în noi cu tot ce pot, încercând să menţină controlul!

Ei au HAARP, care are, printre altele, rolul de a crea o sub-realitate, pentru că emite unde radio pe aceeaşi frecvenţă cu a undelor emise de creier, ca să afecteze modul în care gândim şi să ne înăbuşe gândurile…

JM: Hm-mm.

Ei îndoapă oamenii cu amestecuri de chimicale în alimente şi băuturi, ca să destabilizeze capacitatea trupului de a se acorda la aceste frecvenţe noi; ei crează o sub-realitate prin microunde şi poluare electro-magnetică – chiar şi mass-media oficială vorbeşte despre „supa electro-magnetică" în care trăim acum, în special în aglomerările urbane –

Ei vor să introducă microcipurile, ca să suprime din exterior starea de vibraţie şi electrică a corpului uman, ca să nu ne putem conecta la noua conştiinţă, prezentă aici ca să ne acordăm la ea.

Toate astea se întâmplă. Din nou: când eşti permanent în stare de frică şi haos „Ce se întâmplă?" şi „Doamne, dumnezeule!", eşti într-o stare joasă de vibraţie. Asta e frica, de aceea spunem „Vai, mă simt aşa de încordat azi, mă simt greu ca un pietroi." Greu: este o stare joasă de vibraţie.

Alt lucru pe care încearcă ei să-l facă acum este că încearcă să creeze cât mai mult haos în lume, astfel încât oamenii… – haos nu numai prin economia globală, etc., războaie şi ce-o mai fi, terorism – fiindcă ei vor să ne afecteze starea noastră de vibraţie.

Şi mai sunt multe alte lucruri, desigur, o listă întreagă. Şi nu din întâmplare aruncă ei spre noi toate astea acum, simultan cu acestă eră de schimbare a vibraţiei, pentru că ei se apără cu disperare.

Aş spune aşa, şi o tot repet de ceva vreme: ceea ce se întâmplă acum nu este că aceşti oameni acumulează mai multă putere, pentru că au acaparat deja toată puterea pe care au dorit-o.

În timp ce omenirea habar n-are că e manipulată, că resursele le sunt furate, că energia le e suptă, tipii aceştia ar putea continua să ne domine pe veci, în acel stadiu.

Deci, ce se întâmplă acum nu e că ei acumulează mai multă putere. Este ultima zvâcnire disperată, ultima încercare a sistemului de control să se agaţe de puterea pe care o are deja.

Iar motivul pentru că se manifestă acum este că ei pot vedea ceea ce noi numim linia temporală de la nivelul lor de observare, imediat în afara spectrului nostru vizibil, şi, prin urmare, ei pot vedea cum se apropie aceste vremuri. Ei se pregătescd de mii de ani pentru acest moment…

JM: O, sunt sigur de asta!

DI: … ca să abandoneze acum. Iar asta spune multe, spune un lucru incredibil despre ce se întâmplă acum. şi anume: puterea acestei transformări, puterea acestei treziri, este atât de profundă, încât ei trebuie să folosească toate aceste mizerii ca să prevină. Vor împiedica pe unii, va ţine pe alţii în cutie.

Dar valul s-a schimbat, valul e… Cel mai important: valul se schimbă vibraţional. Şi vor încerca să scape, iar în următorii câţiva ani… în următorii câţiva ani… n-o să pară nicio clipă că… – din perspectiva imensei majorităţi a omenirii – că se întâmplă ceva, decât că sistemul de control câştigă teren. Că sistemul Orwellian e control, statul fascist global va obţine tot ce va dori.

Iar oamenii vor spune: „Vai, Doamne… suntem condamnaţi." Şi apoi… şi apoi! punctul culminant va veni, pe cale vibraţională. Şi totul se va nărui extrem de rapid, în cele din urmă.

Eu am 58 de ani, iar asta se va întâmpla cu mult timp înainte ca eu să plec de aici. Pentru că vreau şi eu să apuc o bucăţică din celaltă eră, muţumesc anticipat. Am avut toată partea asta, vreau şi partea cealaltă, înainte să părăsesc lumea asta. [râde]

BR: [râde]

JM: Ce spui tu acum îmi aminteşte că în tradiţia iudaică mistică există legenda unui Golem. Acesta era un mostru care putea fi creat din puterea gândurilor noastre…

BR: Hm-mm.

JM: … care devine, de fapt, un monstru viu.

DI: Exact.

JM: Dar are nevoie ca… gândirea colectivă să se gândească la el pentru a putea deveni fiinţă. Odată ce devină fiinţă, are propria lui voinţă, propriile lui scopuri…

BR: Propria conştiinţă!

JM: Da.

BR: Da.

JM: Dar e absolut necesar ca fiecare să creadă că el este aici în primul rând. Şi apoi poate fi adus în fiinţă, se numeşte Golem. După cum spuneam, e o idee evreiască foarte veche că poţi crea un monstru, dacă chiar crezi şi dacă… Mda, cam asta ar fi fost de spus.

BR: Ceea ce trebuie să observi, Jordan, e că munca pe care o faci tu şi care a început cu 48 de ani în urmă, este unul din lucrurile împotriva cărora acţionează manipulatorii. Pentru că tu ai fost unul dintre primii care s-au ridicat şi au început să-i sperie cu difuzarea de informaţii care nu erau menite să fie făcute publice.

JM: Da, ştiu, este…

Privesc retrospectiv la viaţa mea în ultimii 48 de ani şi sunt uimit văzând tranziţia prin care am trecut eu, dar şi lumea, în general.

BR: Trebuie să fi văzut multe. În cei 48 de ani…

JM: Da!

BR: … trebuie să fi văzut, adică…

JM: Îmi aduc aminte de anii '62, '63, '64, când John Kennedy… înaine ca John Kennedy să fie asasinat. În ziua când el era asasinat, eu trebuia să merg spre centrul oraşului Los Angeles, mai către estul oraşului, ca să ţin un curs despre societăţile secrete şi religiile lumii.

Când m-am urcat în maşină ca să plec am auzit la radio că John Kennedy fusese asasinat. Adică, vorbeam mai adineauri despre influenţa părţii întunecate, care ne manipulează… unele… ştiţi, mult înapoi prin '63, '62. Şi…

Dar există, simt că există un fel de inteligenţă din altă lume care ne manipulează şi probabil… a fost aici înainte ca oamenii să fie aici. Şi care reprezintă o prezenţă foarte, foarte puternică şi rea.

Sunt sigur, precum ai spus, că ai dreptate, că există – şi Bill, tu ai spus acelaşi lucru – că există un echilibru spiritual în Univers şi că există şi o parte bună. Dar simt eu că, până când această putere din altă lume nu e demascată, noi ca oameni nu vom fi în stare să scăpăm din această tragedie.

Noi, ştiţi, lumea trebuie să înţeleagă că noi nu suntem conduşi de oameni. Noi suntem conduşi de nişte forme de viaţă din afara planetei, în lipsa unui cuvânt mai potrivit, forme de viaţă străine, cărora nu le pasă deloc de noi, ca şi oameni. Nu se sinchisesc…

DI: Sunt total de acord cu asta şi, desigur, suntem toţi de aceeaşi părere. Părerea mea e că există alte forţe. Vedeţi, nu spun că oamenii vor înlătura asta.

Eu spun că oamenii de vor trezi, îşi vor da seama de ea, iar unii oameni au venit aici – ceea ce noi numim oameni, pentru că noi suntem doar conştiinţă, omul e doar un program pe această planetă – au venit aici ca să joace un rol important în înlăturarea ei, prin eliminarea schemei ei vibraţionale.

Dar aceste alte forţe din zona nevăzută vor rezolva asta într-un mod zdrobitor. Cei din această realitate vor juca şi ei un rol, cu acel nivel de conştiinţă în acest meci.

Ai perfectă dreptate: până când nu se realizează asta, sistemul de control va continua să fucţioneze, deoarece… cei care au stăpânit până acum vor continua să ne stăpânească. Dar asta nu se va mai întâmpla. Vor avea şocul vieţii lor.

Felul în care văd eu povestea asta este că ei pun oamenii într-o cutie mai mică decât cea în care sunt ei, aşa încât oamenii să aibă o anumită perspectivă. Nu o perspectivă foarte largă, dacă eşti doar acolo, şi acolo trebuie să fii, din punctul de vedere al sistemului de control.

Acolo ai un alt nivel de conştiinţă, al celor care trag sforile. Iar de la acel nivel de conştiinţă, continuarea şi expansiunea sistemului de control sunt ca şi făcute.

Ei cred, de fapt, că le va merge până la sfârşit, ei cred că sunt deja acolo, ei cred că jocul s-a terminat. Dar mai e şi un alt nivel de conştiinţă, [râde] la care nivelul sistemului de control nu are acces; care are un rezultat total diferit care se manifestă.

Iar acest nivel influlenţează tot mai mult ceea ce noi numim societatea umană. Iar undeva, nu prea departe, pe acest drum, dacă vrei, va influenţa enorm acest punct de cotitură despre care vă spuneam.

Iar sistemul de control, care crede că jocul s-a terminat, va avea şocul eternităţii sale. Eu am trecut prin toţi aceşti ultimi 20 de ani în care conştiinţa mea s-a trezit la realitate, şi au fost momente, prin anii '90, când gândeam:

„Ce-am putea face noi în privinţa asta? Ce înseamnă toate astea?" Ştiţi, nu putem găsi un răspuns. Dar ştiţi ce? eu sunt mai sigur ca niciodată că voi apuca să văd cum acest sistem se va nărui.

Copiii şi nepoţii noştri nu vor trăi într-un sistem fascist de tip Orwellian, cu siguranţă! Ei vor trăi într-o lume de potenţial, de extindere a conştiinţei, de creştere… Pentru că, pe măsură ce epoca se schimbă, devine tot mai clar că Vibraţia Adevărului va domina conştiinţele, şi nu epoca de oprimare din care ieşim acum.

Ei vor trăi majoriatea vieţii lor, tinerii de azi, în special cei foarte tineri, ceea ce noi percepem în această eră ca un paradis, o utopie, comparat cu – vor fi şi greutăţi, dar comparat cu…

JM: Da.

DI: … …prin ce-am trecut noi. Iar noi suntem nişte privilegiaţi, am ales bine. Când spun „noi" mă refer la toţi în viaţă acum şi care doresc să participe la asta, pentru că e doar o opţiune. Suntem la răscruce dar jucăm un rol, şi oricine poate juca un rol în această transformare.

Ce lucru minunat! Ce lucru minunat, când părăsim acest trup-calculator, acest costum spaţial genetic. şi mergem înapoi de unde am venit, în conştiinţa pură. Şi stăm în bar şi gândim: „Mi-am făcut bine treaba! Sunt bucuros de asta."

Iar lucrul cel mai rău care ni se poate întâmpla când facem această contribuţie, dacă-i permitem trupului să-l decodeze, e ca cineva să ne scoată din joc. Dacă ne scoate cineva din joc, ce se întâmplă?

Conştiinţa mea părăseşte limitarea lentilei trupului, a corpului-computer, şi se extinde în conştiinţa simultană a Tot-ce-există. „Vai, dragă, sunt înspăimântat de asta!" E cel mai rău lucru care se poate întâmpla!

JM: Înţeleg perfect…

BR: Hm-mm.

DI: E cel mai rău lucru care se poate întâmpla! Şi dacă putem privi din această perspectivă şi, prin urmare, vedea asta ca cel mai rău lucru care se poate întâmpla, atunci nu mai există limite pentru ce vom spune şi ce vom face. Vom face ceea ce noi ştim că e bine, vom spune ceea ce noi ştim că e bine, iar consecinţele îşi pot purta singure de grijă.

Pentru că, în final, noi spunem şi facem, dar creăm şi consecinţele a ceea ce spunem şi facem… Avem puterea de a controla ambele aspecte! Iar când ne dăm seama de asta: sfârşitul jocului, în celălalt fel.

JM: Să-ţi povestesc două întâmplări din viaţa mea, în legătură cu discuţia noastră. Eram în Hawaii, cu mulţi ani în urmă, cu soţia şi nişte prieteni, ne-am dus în Hawaii.

Şi stăteam la un restaurant vis-à-vis de Hilton village, iar în restaurant stăteam cu spatele la uşă. Şi a intrat cineva. Nu ştiu cine a fost. Cineva a intrat, iar prin trupul meu a trecut un şoc electric…

DI: Hm-mm.

JM: … ca şi cum ar fi venit cineva tiptil cu un cablu electric şi m-a atins, iar eu am răsturnat masa. A fost un şoc electric, şi am auzit în capul meu: „Ridică-te şi fugi! Eşti în pericol. Viaţa ta e în pericol." Şi involuntar, nu m-am gândit să fac, m-am ridicat şi am luat-o la fugă – ceea ce denotă că altcineva îmi controla mintea şi mecanismele, pentru că nici măcar nu încercam să mă gânesc cum să fug. Doar că fugeam!

Şi în secundele în care am traversat restaurantul, auzeam vocea spunând: „Repede, ieşi de aici! Viaţa ta e în pericol!" Am fugit prin uşa din spate, am fugit prin curte şi am ajuns în stradă, care era un bulevard principal, iar vocea a spus: „Traversează strada! Repede, treci strada!" Iar eu am ţipat: „Nu pot traversa. Trec multe maşini." Şi vocea a spus: „Niciuna n-o să te atingă. Traversază strada."

Şi involuntar, am traversat în fugă. Nici măcar n-am decis s-o fac. Şi când am traversat în fugă s-a întâmplat că n-a trecut nicio maşină în acel moment, apoi vocea a spus: „Ocoleşte hotelul." Deci am ocolit hotelul Hilton Village către ţărmul oceanului, şi atunci vocea a spus: „Acum eşti în siguranţă." Şi m-am aşezat pe marginea piscinei, abia mai suflam…

BR: [râde]

JM: şi mă gândeam: „Ce-am făcut?" Soţia mea stă acolo cu prietenii noştri. Toate sunt împrăştiate pe podea. Iar eu par un idiot. Habar n-am ce am făcut şi de ce, iar vocea îmi spunea: „E-n regulă acum. Eşti în siguranţă."

M-am întors la Los Angeles ceva mai târziu. Fază identică. Eram într-un restaurant chiar pe Wilshire şi Fairfax, o terasă cu hamburgeri, la prânz. Şedeam la tejghea şi am văzut, cu vederea periferică, nu m-am uitat la ei, dar am văzut doi tipi intrând, şi în acel moment am avut un şoc electric, şi aproape că am căzut de pe scaun, şi vocea spune: „Pleacă de aici rapid! Eşti în pericol. Fugi!"

M-am împiedicat. M-am ridicat de la podea, am aruncat nişte bani pe tejghea şi am fugit spre uşa laterală. Iar vocea îmi tot spunea: „Eşti în mare pericol. Fugi repede! Viaţa ta e în pericol." Şi am fugit până la Fairfax, vreo trei sau patru străzi, până când vocea a spus:

„E-n regulă. Acum eşti în siguranţă. Acum eşti în siguranţă. Şezi." Şi m-am aşezat într-o staţie de autobuz. Inima îmi bubuia şi m-am gândit: „E a doua oară când se întâmplă. Ce-o fi asta?" Pentru că a fost involuntar. Eu n-am… Ştiu ce mi s-a spus, dar nu m-am gândit cum să fac. Doar am executat ce mi s-a spus.

Vă spun astea pentru că mi s-a spus, cu mulţi ani în urmă, mereu şi mereu, de către diferiţi oameni, aşa cum tu ai viziuni paranormale, am şi eu – şi mi s-a spus:

„Ai fost adus aici. Te-ai întors. Ei te-au adus aici. Ai venit ca să faci ceva anume. Faptul că te-ai născut n-a fost o întâmplare… Nu, nu. Ai venit aici ca să te încarnezi în această lume, în acest moment anume."

Mie mi se pare că avem de-a face cu un fel de război cosmic între inteligenţa superioare, unele bune şi altele rele, pe deasupra noastră, de care noi nu ştim. Cei buni fac ceva cu specia umană, pe când cei răi fac altceva cu noi.

Prin urmare, noi suntem nişte bieţi pioni într-un joc mai mare şi mai serios… care se dispută ca să protejeze, sau să asigure protecţia speciei umane.

BR: N-aş spune că tu eşti un pion, Jordan. Aş spune că ai cel puţin rangul de Nebun…

DI: [chicoteşte]

BR: … sau poate Rege sau Regină.

JM: Foarte bine.

BR: [râde]

DI: E nostim.

JM: Dar eu am fost…

DI: Ceea ce ne descrii tu, cu această abordare diferită a… vieţii, să spunem, aş spune, sunt aceste două ere. Suntem la punctul de schimbare a erelor. Asta e una de oprimare, reprezintă epoca asupririi, şi suntem în zorii acestei noi ere. Şi pentru că suntem la răscruce, ambele se manifestă simultan şi aşa avem situaţia pe care o descrii. Când vorbeai, ştii ce am văzut eu?

Am văzut scena din filmul „The Matrix", când Neo era în birou şi a primit telefonul într-un colet poştal, şi l-a deschis. A găsit telfonul, apoi a sunat Morpheus şi a spus: „Eşti în pericol. Coboară foarte adânc. Traversează coridorul şi fă asta."

Pentru mine, asta e un simbol a ceea ce eu numesc „vocea silenţioasă", vocea silenţioasă care vorbeşte cu noi prin intuiţie. Desigur, ce s-a întâmplat cu Neo e că el a urmat instrucţiunile o vreme, până când a intervenit o provocare reală.

Vocea silenţioasă spunea: „Ieşi pe fereastră, pe blocul turn, ocoleşte clădirea şi coboară." Şi se pare că mintea conştientă a preluat controlul lui Neo în acel moment, şi a înlocuit vocea silenţioasă – cunoaşterea intuitivă, îndrumarea intuitivă. Prin urmare, Neo a fost prins.

Acum, asta e provocarea noastră. Ce mi-a schimbat viaţa – total, mai mult decât orice – a fost că, în 1990, am decis ca, dacă mintea şi intuiţia îmi vor fi vreodată în dezacord, voi face cum spune intuiţia. Ce se întâmplă e că, urmând intuiţia, vei da de unele necazuri, dar cu cât o faci mai des, ca şi cum ai antrena un muşchi, cu atât mai tare se va auzi vocea silenţioasă.

Despre asta vorbea Gandhi. El a spus – cum era? – cuvinte cu următorul sens: „Singurul tiran de care ascult este vocea silenţioasă dinlăuntru." Cuvinte cu acest sens, foarte aproape. Iar alegerea este: vom urma acea voce interioară, acea cunoaştere intuitivă?

Pentru că, dacă o urmăm, urmăm nivelul de conştiinţă care poate vedea jocul de la izvor la vărsare. Dacă nu putem, atunci suntem blocaţi în realitatea minţii celor 5 simţuri, care poate vedea doar cotul următor al râului. Deci, asta e adevărata provocare pentru noi.

Dacă am putea urma acea cunoaştere intuitivă, cum ai făcut tu prin acţiune reflexă, atunci n-am intra niciodată în încurcătură. Iar dacă intrăm în încurcătură, întotdeauna vom ieşi, iar asta se aplică fiecăruia de pe planetă.

Dar pentru că intuiţia vine dintr-un nivel de conştiinţă total diferit şi dintr-o percepţie diferită a acestei realităţi, ce ne împinge pe noi să facem, adesea, ăsta – care e programt de la leagăn la mormânt să vadă viaţa aşa cum suntem programaţi s-o vedem – începe:

„Nu poţi face asta. Ne-ai înebunit. Nu, nu putem face asta. Cum rămâne cu asta? Cum rămâne cu aia?" Îţi enumeră toate motivele pentru care n-ar trebui să-ţi urmezi intuiţia.

Dar dacă o urmăm, nu numai că vom fi protejaţi, aşa cum am spus deja, dar vom fi şi îndrumaţi către cantităţi enorme de informaţii care ne aşteaptă, dacă urmăm acel curs, care ăsta îţi spune:

„N-ar trebui să mergi mâine acolo. Ai o întâlnire. Nu poţi merge acolo, nu-mi pasă ce spui, nu poţi merge acolo: ai o întâlnire!" No, no. „O să-mi anulez întâlnirea. Trebuie să merg acolo."

Şi când te duci, găseşti acolo ceva care îţi dă o pătrundere intuitivă că asta te-ar fi refuzat, dacă ai fi mers cu ea. Iar majoritatea oamenilor, datorită programării, sunt sudaţi cu această realitate.

Prin urmare, ei se învârt în jurul cozii, în acest cerc vicios: [cu voce de hipnotizat] te scoli dimineaţa, mergi la serviciu, apoi vii acasă, îţi bei ceaiul, te uiţi la TV, apoi mergi la culcare apoi din nou te scoli, mergi la serviciu, apoi vii acasă, îţi bei ceaiul…

Asta face mintea! Îi place acest gen de repetiţie. Intuiţie, curgere. Intuiţie, curgere cu un nivel mai înalt de conştiinţă. Conştiinţă de la izvor la vărsare. Şi deodată, când faci asta, viaţa ta devine incredibil de sincronizată… Coincidenţe uimitoare şi…

JM: O, desigur!

DI: …miracole au loc. Adică, ştii, cu toţii am avut parte de ele, nu-i aşa? Şi oricine poate face asta, dacă îşi lasă intelectul să servească conştiinţa în loc să o guverneze. Eu spun asta în felul următor: Când îţi urmezi intuiţia, tu trăieşti viaţa. Când urmezi doar mintea, viaţa te trăieşte pe tine, ceea ce se întâmplă cu majoritatea oamenilor.

JM: Da.

DI: Prin urmare, ai acces la această incredibilă bibliotecă de cunoştinţe, la această incredibilă bibliotecă de îndrumare, şi nu sunt „cei aleşi". Sunt cei care au voinţa de a-şi deschide mintea ca să acceseze acel nivel de cunoştinţe. Nu e un club! Nu ai nevoie de o parolă de intrare.

Ea este acolo, în spaţiul pe care îl trăim noi acum. Tot ce trebuie să facem e să ne deschidem. Cum am spus mai devreme: în loc de a întreba Când vine Cavaleria?, – Când mergem noi la Cavalerie?

JM: Un preot budhist a spus: „Din nefericire, nu există o cheie a Universului." Din nefericire. „Dar vestea cea bună e că Universul n-a avut niciodată lacăt…"

DI: Exact.

JM: Da.

DI: Exact.

JM: …dar mă întorc la ce spuneam. Întâmplările acelea îmi spun că n-a fost „o voce tăcută" care a… A fost o urgenţă, că viaţa mea era în pericol. Şi a însemnat că – toată tărăşenia, ambele dăţi – denotă că există un fel de operaţiune de tip militar care are loc cu aceşti extratereştri, reptilieni, sau ce-or fi ei, care ne-au manipulat pe noi. E un fel de acţiune militară.

Nişte entităţi bune, să le spunem aşa. Puteri extraterestre bune. Adică, nu e nimic nou în asta. Creştinismul şi Iudaismul vorbesc despre îngerii buni şi îngerii răi, mă rog, deci asta presupune că avem entităţi bune şi entităţi rele.

DI: Prin prisma mea, Jordan, ei sunt un alt nivel de manifestare al acestei energii. Ştiţi, ei sunt ataşaţi… Adică, noi credem că suntem oameni şi noi… este doar o specie a existenţei în realitatea celor 5 simţuri, dar mai sunt şi alte entităţi non-umane, care pot lua alte forme, care sunt, de asemenea, expuse alegerii între care din aceste stări energetice, aceste stări de conştiinţă, vor alege? Deci, totul se manifestă.

Iar când tu vorbeşti despre… ce-am înţeles eu prin „voce tăcută", vocea tăcută îţi vorbeşte în şoaptă, dar când eşti în pericol, aşa cum ai fost tu, pare-se, te poate înşfăca de guler şi scoate de acolo.

Ştii, am senzaţia că, cu cât înţeleg mai bine, este îndrumarea celor care joacă un rol în această transformare, e mult mai puternică decât ne dăm noi seama, şi e mult mai aproape de noi decât credem. Dar nu devenim pe deplin conştienţi de ea până când nu apare o situaţie de panică, şi dintr-o dată, buum! îţi spune: iată ce se va întâmpla.

Dacă noi am fi venit aici ca să încercăm să ne aducem contribuţia, apoi pot apărea oameni care încearcă să ne împiedice „Bang bang, mulţumesc mult", ştiţi, „a mea e cea mai mare", ce rost are să mai venim?

Deci, există o forţă foarte, foarte puternică, prezentă pentru cei care vor să joace un rol, care te poate scoate din situaţii periculoase.

JM: Îţi respect opinia, dar revin: păţaniile mele m-au făcut să cred că ne aflăm în cursul unor operaţiuni militare, cu alte forme de viaţă, care ne sunt superioare, pe care nu le vedem, aşa cum am mai spus şi tu şi eu, extratereştrii reptilieni…

DI: Corect.

JM: Despre ce vorbim? Prezenţa reptilienilor? Nu ştiu precis ce înseamnă asta, dar ştiu că ei sunt acolo. Am auzit mult prea multe ca să nu înţeleg că există reptilieni extratereştri pe Pământ.

DI: Corect.

JM: De unde au venit? Cât de puternici sunt? De când sunt aici şi care este relaţia lor cu noi? Cât de mult rău ne pot face, cât ne pot manipula? Iar când am avut cele două păţanii, acele experienţe mi-au arătat că există un fel de operaţiune militară periculoasă în curs de desfăşurare, şi uneori ai putea, cum am păţit eu, să ajungi foarte aproape de alte forme de viaţă, care sunt foarte rele…

DI: Fără îndoială.

JM: …and şi dacă ajungi, cei care te protejează te vor scoate rapid de acolo…

DI: Da.

JM: …aşa cum FBI îşi scoate omul lor din Mafia, şi el a fost detectat, a fost găsit. Guvernul trebuie să intervină rapid şi să te scoată de acolo. De ce? Pentru că ai fi un om mort. Ei au aflat cine eşti. „Scoateţi-l de acolo imediat!".

DI: Hmm.

JM: „Cu orice riscuri, scoateţi-l de acolo!". Deci, eu am simţit că asta s-a întâmplat cu mine. A fost ca şi cum, dintr-o dată, pe nepusă masă, au intrat două entităţi extraterestre. Arătau ca nişte oameni, dar nu erau oameni. Şi imediat protectorii mei…

DI: Aşa, da.

JM: … aş cum zic militarii, „Ieşi repede din situaţie!" Păi, asta înseamnă că se întâmplă ceva în stil militar, din punctul de vedere al altei lumi.

BR: Dar mai înseamnă şi că tu eşti protejat…

JM: Păi, da, dar…

BR: …şi trebuie să ţinem minte că, oricine ar fi aceste forţe, ele nu sunt atotputernice, altfel n-am mai fi putut avea această conversaţie.

JM: Eu ş tiu destule…

DI: Cu siguranţă, ei nu sunt atotputernici.

JM: Dar vezi, ce vreau eu să subliniez aici este că înţeleg şi sunt pe deplin de acord că e un fel de schimbare de epocă, o schimbare a… pentru că înţeleg conceptul astrologic…

DI: Corect.

JM: …de schimbare de yuga şi de schimbare de ere şi de epoci.

DI: Corect.

JM: Cu toate astea, sunt convins că există un fel de prezenţă rea aici, ca o armată. Ei sunt organizaţi.

DI: Ce spun eu şi ce spune Jordan sunt expresii diferite ale aceluiaşi lucru. Pentru că, ceea ce spun eu, ştiţi, cărămida de bază a tot ce există e conştiinţa, şi acum e o „schimbare a gărzii" din punct de vedere al nivelului energetic al conştienţei în această realitate. Suntem la această răscruce.

Desigur, pe un palier, e vorba de energie pură, conştienţă pură. Dar pe măsură ce coboară nivelele, ea se exprimă în moduri diferite. Deci, la nivel uman, avem oameni care se trezesc şi oameni care încă sunt obtuzi. Avem oameni care vor bunătate şi pace în lume, şi oameni care vor să comande, să manipuleze, să exploateze, să paraziteze.

Iar unul din aceste nivele ia nivelul omolog din cealaltă lume, despre care vorbeşte Jordan, care e format din entităţi non-umane, în această încleştare, fie pentru a stăpâni această realitate, fie pentru a o proteja benevolent. Iar ei, de asemenea, sunt expresii ai acestei schimbări de eră energetică.

Problema este: la care dintre nivele ne referim. Deci, ce spun eu şi ce spune Jordan despre această bătălie de tip militar, să spunem aşa, este identic. Deoarece, la un nivel, asta se întâmplă pentru că este o expresie a acestei schimbări.

Pentru că se manifestă în atât de multe şi diferite moduri, iar aia e unul din ele, şi-l afectează fundamental pe acesta, care e nivelul uman, din cauza a ceea ce se întâmplă acolo [gesticulează, arătând aici şi acolo].

Cu alte cuvinte, datorită sosirii acestei transformări energetice, acestei conştientizări extinse, pe măsură ce devine tot mai puternică şi ne apropiem de punctul culminant, unde energia erei vechi este înlocuită de energia erei noi, care devine dominantă în această realitate, apoi toate aceste diferite nivele de răutate, fie ele non-umane, extraterestre, sau cum vrem să le numim, se scufundă ca…

JM: Hmm.

DI: …păduchii, zilele lor sunt numărate. Dar încă nu e gata; pentru o vreme totul e pe muchie de cuţit. Vor veni răscoale uriaşe, pentru că încă nu suntem în noua epocă. Suntem la răscrucea dintre ere, iar acesta e momentul cel mai haotic, cel mai dificil şi cel mai solicitant. Deci, există toate aceste nivele. Vom vedea lucruri uimitoare, pe care le putem numi bătălii la acest nivel non-uman. Cu siguranţă.

JM: Atât tradiţia evreiască, cât şi cea creştină şi chiar cea islamică, vorbesc despre acţiunea forţelor spirituale…

BR: Da.

JM: … în Univers. Răul, şi precum spuneam, creştinii vorbesc despre îngeri, care sunt buni, şi demoni sau diavoli, care sunt foarte răi, iar îngerii ne protejează, dar ele sunt de fapt entităţi care se află în război în lumea spirituală, unii cu alţii, ia fiecare îşi au oamenii lor pe Pământ.

Cei răi au oamenii răi. E un fel de matrice a războiului în plină desfăşurare, între bine şi rău pe Pământ. Iar acesta are loc într-o manieră vizibil militară. Există forţe rele care ne urmăresc, care încearcă să ne oprească, în timp ce ceilalţi, ci buni, vin să ne protejeze, să ne menţină în siguranţă.

Deci, viziunea mea e că noi suntem… în lumea fizică, noi suntem manipulaţi de forţe superioare care au un plan pentru noi. Poate că îngerii au în plan ca noi să evoluăm şi să creştem în înţelepciune şi cunoaştere, şi să înflorim în creaturi divine cu înţelepciune şi cunoaştere, să avem o civilizaţie mai bună şi o viaţă mai bună.

În timp ce, pe de altă parte, ar putea foarte bine să existe entităţi care sunt inamici ai celor buni, şi ei au manipulat minţile cu sistemul lor de aici. Nici vorbă de aiurelile despre evoluţie şi omenirea care va trăi în pace şi armonie.

Nu, nu. Ei au venit aici ca să ne stăpânească, ca să ne contoleze, şi, prin urmare, eu văd că are loc un mister militar evident. Eu cred că există forţe ale răului aici, şi că exită şi forţe ale binelui, care ne veghează, şi că ele sunt în plin război.

Asta semnifica acel simbol al Cavalerilor Templieri „Precum Deasupra, aşa şi dedesubt." Însemnând că, dacă războaiele de aici ţi se par sângeroase, ar trebui să vezi ce se petrece în lumea spiritelor! Există spirite foarte puternice de fiecare parte, cea bună şi dea rea.

BR: Ai vorbit despre cele două puteri de acolo. Nu cumva mai există şi o a treia putere, propria noastă putere? Pentru că, dacă noi vrem să schimbăm lumea, trebuie să începem cu noi înşine.

Noi nu putem face nimic în privinţa acestor factori despre care vorbeşti, dar dacă noi ne schimbăm modul în care percepem lumea şi ne raportăm la lume şi ne vedem în relaţie cu lumea, atunci noi putem anihila acele forţe care ne asupresc acum, asta e interpretarea mea a ceea ce spune David… Asta e o întrebare! [râde]

JM: Cred că toată idea asta despre Împărăţia lui Dumnezeu, Dumnezeul Suprem, Împărăţia lui Dumnezeu pe Pământ, cred că e un subiect astrological. Până când nu introducem componenta astrologică a Împărăţiei lui Dumnezeu, nu vom înţelege niciodată Împărăţia lui Dumnezeu.

Eu cred că Împărăţia lui Dumnezeu este o perioadă de timp, o perioadă de timp astrologic, când specia umană se va trezi, în sfârşit, se va acorda cu Universul divin şi se va descotorosi de toate aceste forţe întunecate din jurul nostru. Dar eu văd şi înţeleg şi sunt total de acord cu David despre implicaţiile spirituale.

Mai văd, de asemenea, că există o operaţiune militară, în lipsa unui termen mai adecvat, o operaţiune militară a forţelor întunecate, care sunt, evident, rele, care au o putere enormă de a face rău oamenilor.

Pe de altă parte, există acele entităţi din altă lume care sunt acolo ca să protejeze evoluţia umanităţii, să ne protejeze pe noi. Şi pot foarte bine să fie, cum a spus David, nivele. Dar până acum, nivelul de care m-am preocupat eu este acel nivel în care se vede o opeaţiune militară în desfăşurare.

DI: Păi, eu cred, ştii, Jordan, când privim la un iniţiat de talia lui George Lucas, când el produce filmele Războiul Stelelor: acela e nivelul de care vorbeşti tu, acel gen de lupte au loc. Alea nu au loc într-o galaxie foarte îndepărtată. Alea sunt mult mai aproape de casă şi acela e nivelul de care vorbeşti tu.

Iar eu sunt de acord cu tine. Dar ceea ce spun eu este că există un nivel al acestei energii care se manifestă prin nivele, în jos, până la cel uman. Vă spun modul cum văd eu problema.

Ce afirm eu în noua mea carte, este că găurile negre, precum cea din centrul acestei galaxii, emit frecvenţa fundamentală a acestei realităţi. Dar vibraţia nu e stabilă, în sensul că nu rămâne veşnic pe aceeaşi frecvenţă.

Ea este ciclică, deci trece prin acest ciclu vibraţional, iar în final se întoarce la frecvenţa iniţială. Iar în lumea holografică rezultată, se pare că ia forma, datorită modului cum o decodăm noi, unei Bucle Temporale, cum o numesc eu. Este ceea ce indienii numesc yuga

JM: Mm-hm.

DI: … ele sunt diferite yugas. Pe măsură ce gaura neagră vibrează, această construcţie oscilatorie fundamentală, această fundaţie vibraţională primară determnină sorii să emită informaţie sub formă de fotoni.

Energia fotonică, adică informaţie. Iar energia care circulă prin meridianele de acupunctură este energie fotonică, după cum o decodăm noi. Prin reţeaua energetică a Pământului circulă energie fotonică, după cum Pământul decodează acea informaţie.

Şi pentru că această vibraţie se schimbă, iar cine a creat acest Univers al realităţii virtuale – cu alte cuvinte, acest joc de calculator extrem de avansat – ei au creat acest ciclu vibraţional.

Pe măsură ce-şi parcurge ciclul, informaţia venită de la sori, sub formă de energie fotonică, se schimbă. şi deci… iar noi decodăm această schimbare.

Deci noi trecem prin perioade pe care anticii le numeau Epoca de Aur, caracterizate printr-o expansiune masivă a conştiinţei, a conexiunii, armoniei, etc. apoi vin alte perioade în care energia şi informaţia sunt oprimate şi limitate. Iar aceste cicluri diferite merg până ajung în punctul de plecare şi totul se reia de la capăt.

Deci, conştiinţa… Pentru că, ştiţi… La urma urmei, pentru mine, – eu pot vorbi doar pentru mine – când ne aflăm pe tărâmul conştiinţei, al conştiinţei pure, vedem aces întreg joc total diferit.

Adică, îl vedem prin lentilele a ceea ce numim corpul fizic şi îl vedem într-un anumit fel, şi ne concentrează atenţia în lumea celor 5 simţuri, de aceea noi privim cu ochii, sau aşa credem, şi vedem această lume, care este percepţia noastră de bază asupra realităţii.

Dar înainte să alegem să intrăm în… nu neapărat să intrăm, dar acea… am intrat în prea multe detalii – înainte de a alege să intrăm, acel nivel de alegere este făcut de către conştiinţă, în deplină conştienţă de sine. Conştienţă neîntrupată.

Când venim în această realitate, încercăm să pricepem de ce suntem aici şi de ce am fi putut alege să fim aici, dacă oamenii cred că asta facem – eu aşa cred. Noi încercăm să înţelegem alegerea prin lentilele limitate ale trupului, alegerea făcută când eram în stare de conştiinţă.

E ca Oracolul din Matrix, când ea spune: „N-ai venit la mine ca să faci alegerea. Tu deja ai făcut alegerea. Scopul venirii tale la mine este să înţelegi de ce ai făcut alegerea." Şi deci, spui oamenilor: – Păi ştiţi, nu stă cineva cu o mitralieră la un alt nivel, spunând: „Intră în corpul ăla sau te împuşc." Tu alegi să vii aici, deci dacă tu vrei să vii aici, de ce ai vrut să fii aici?

Uneori alegem să venim în anumite părţi ale acestei ere în schimbare, pentru provocări importante, care, în sens concret, dintr-un punct de vedere, replicăm: „Am ales eu asta? Îţi baţi joc de mine!"

JM: Mm-hm.

DI: Şi am senzaţia că schimbarea de eră de care vorbesc constă în faptul că această vibraţie se mută dintr-o perioadă a acestei bucle temporale spre o altă perioadă a acestei bucle. Iar prin această perioadă de suprimare, de întuneric, limitare şi control, o anumită conştiinţă – pentru că starea de bază i-a fost atât de propice – a fost dominantă.

Dar acum, că intrăm în această altă epocă de mare expansiune, temelia vibraţională pentru această realitate nu mai este – pe zi ce trece – propice acelei conştienţe, conştiinţe, în toate formele ei, fie că sunt extratereştri într-o navă spaţială, fie că e vorba de conştiinţă pură, fie că e vorba de oameni care manipulează alţi oameni.

Nu mai e propice acelei conştiinţe. Pe măsură ce înaintăm prin această răscruce unde e o schimbare, dar ambele sunt active, aşa cum suntem noi acum, către zona în care energia noii ere va fi cea dominantă – cum a fost până în acest moment – atunci, cea care a manipulat aici, nu va mai putea să manipuleze acolo, pentru că mediul energetic nu-i va mai fi deloc favorabil.

Ce vedem acum, iar asta ne duce înapoi la sublinierea ta despre acest război de tip militar care are loc în fundal, la nivel spiritual, de genul Războiul Stelelor – sunt toatal de acord cu tine – este că, pentru că suntem la răscruce, toate acestea au acum… le avem pe amândouă!

Şi bătălia se duce, pentru că, până în acest moment, ceea ce tu numeşti forţe întunecate, forţele care stăpânesc şi manipulează, au jucat pe teren propriu. Ei au fost forţa dominantă. Acum nu se mai întâmplă aşa, vine altcineva să le ia locul, deci avem acest război teribil.

Şi nu e vorba că acest nivel de… extratereştrii cei buni s-au manifestat brusc şi au apărut pentru prima oară, – ei au fost prezenţi în tot acest timp! – dar nu a existat mediul energetic propice care să le permită să se impună.

Acum mediul le este din ce în ce mai favorabil, iar noi vedem ambele tabere, plus bătălia. Dar soarta bătăliei e decisă deja, datorită mediului energetic, care nu mai e favorabil forţelor vechi, deci trebuie să se schimbe ceva.

Iată de ce, ceea ce noi numim Viitor – car nu e chiar viitorul, e doar schimbarea mediului energetic – va fi unul foarte diferit de acest viitor. Da, există o încleştare. Da, există o bătălie, dar rezultatul e predestinat.

JM: Păi… aşa cum…

DI: În opinia mea, cel puţin.

JM: Ce vorbeam noi dimineaţă: amândoi suntem de acord că oamenii au văzut reptilieni, iar aceştia sunt foarte răi şi cât se poate de reali.

DI: Fără dubii.

JM: Despre asta vorbesc. Pentru că, dacă reptilienii sunt aici – ceea ce eu cred într-u totul, pentru că am auzit mult prea multe întâmplări în ultimii 40 de ani, am auzit povestiri importante despre acest subiect – deci eu sunt total convins că există reptilieni aici…

DI: Total de acord.

JM: … prin urmare, aşa stând lucrurile, ei sunt o prezenţă reală, dovedită şi rea pe Pământ, printre noi.

DI: Da.

JM: Acum, asta implică şi prezenţa altor entităţi reale aici, care sunt menţinute aici pentru binele nostru, ca să ne protejeze sau ca să ne ajute. La ce mă refer când spun că pe Pământ are loc acum o operaţiune militară? Existenţa acestor reptilieni este larg recunoscută şi acceptată. Ei sunt reali.

DI: Dar întâietatea lor – pot spune doar ce cred eu, Jordan – superioritatea lor energetică în toată această perioadă îşi vede acum preşul tras de sub picioarele lor, pentru că intrăm cu toţii într-o nouă eră energetică. Iar aceste entităţi au o vibraţie foarte joasă. Ei sunt foarte inteligenţi, dar nu au pic de înţelepciune.

JM: Păi… eu…

DI: Nu sunt înţelepţi deloc, căci n-ar face ceea ce fac, dar sunt foarte, foarte inteligenţi. Iar inteligenţa fără înţelepciune este cea mai distructivă forţă pe care o putem întâlni, de aceea ei sunt foarte, foarte distructivi. Deci, ei sunt inteligenţi şi folosesc tehnologie şi tot felul de chestii…

Ştim că pot obţine tehnologie foarte avansată în aceste stări intelectuale, dar starea intelectuală are un nivel foarte jos de conştiinţă, şi, pe măsură ce intrăm în această nouă eră energetică, puterea lor de a domina, aşa cum o au acum, acel preş le este tras de sub ei.

Cum spuneam, în cursul acestei schimbări, încleştarea aceea despre care vorbeşti între acele entităţi reptiliene şi cei care caută să înlăture stăpânirea lor asupra umanităţii, ei sunt angajaţi în ceea ce noi am putea numi o bătălie. Dar ce spun eu e că rezultatul e deja pecetluit.

JM: Asta am înţeles.

DI: Da.

JM: Dar atunci, tu trebuie să fii de acord că există, de fapt, un soi de război în curs de desfăşurare.

DI: Total. Sunt total de acord cu asta.

BR: Hm-mm.

DI: Ce spun eu e că acel război, este o expresie a epocii de conştiinţă care se manifestă ca…

JM: Desigur. Da.

DI: … stăpâni monstruoşi, reptilienii. Iar schimbarea de conştiinţă care vine, această schimbarea a erei energetice, care se manifestă ca cei care nu vor să stăpânească.

JM: Da.

DI: Pentru moment, pentru că suntem la răscruce, avem această bătălie, la acel nivel. Ea se manifestă în jos, la nivelul experienţei umane, prin familiile de Illuminati, reprezentanţii acestui sistem de control reptilian, şi prin reprezentanţii schimbării erei energetice.

Adică, dacă vrei… nu vreau să mă războiesc cu nimeni – cu ce te lupţi, aia devii – dar folosind termenii tăi: acea bătălie, aici, se manifestă ca o bătălie aici [gesticulează, arătând aici şi acolo], dar schimbarea energetică va spăla, în final, manifestările vechiului model energetic.

De aceea, copiii şi nepoţii noştri nu vor trăi într-un stat fascist global, deşi pentru câţiva ani aşa va părea, pentru că suntem la răscruce…

JM: Vor lupta, desigur…

DI: …iar sistemul de control va da din copite şi va scuipa, încercând să se impună pentru următorii câţiva ani. Ne pare rău, băieţi: faceţi o pauză de de ceai, lăsaţi-o baltă, deschideţi-vă minţile afurisite, încetaţi să mai încercaţi să stăpâniţi – nu vă fie frică, pentru că şi voi sunteţi conştiinţă infinită, oricum – lăsaţi-vă purtaţi de noua energie. Încetaţi lupta, nu fiţi neghiobi! Ştiţi…

Mie nu mi-e frică de aceste entităţi. Mi-e milă de ei. Mi-e milă de ei! Închipuiţi-vă că vă treziţi dimineaţa că încă sunteţi Ei, înspăimântaţi de tot, de pierderea sursei de hrană. Depinzând de letargia oamenilor. Iar noi nu mai stăm în adormire, mulţi dintre noi.

Deci, Ei se vor trezi din ce în ce mai speriaţi, cu fiecare săptămână care trece, că sursa lor de hrană, sistemul lor de control, mijloacele lor de existenţă sunt din ce în ce mai ameninţate de umanitatea care se trezeşte. Decât eu, mai bine voi, băieţi. Mai bine veniţi cu noi la o bere. Nu mai fiţi proşti. Asta le spun eu.

JM: Înţeleg ce vrei să spui.

BR: [râde]

DI: Pe măsură ce oamenii se trezesc, îşi extind conştiinţa şi intrăm în această eră, această eră de vibraţie mai înaltă, suntem… umanitatea se va muta în stări vibraţionale – din ce în ce mai mulţi oameni o fac – unde aceşti vampiri ai vechii epoci nu se mai pot conecta, şi îşi pierd sursa puterii.

Este o schimbare incredibilă pe plan global, în dinamica energiei realităţii, de la asta la asta, şi va transforma realitatea pe care o percepem noi acum în ceva extraordinar, incredibil, uimitor, pentru copiii şi nepoţii noştri, care îşi vor petrece cea mai mare parte a vieţii lor bucurându-se.

JM: Există pe Pământ chiar acum forţe întunecate, care provin din altă parte, şi mai sunt forţe bune aici, care provin din altă parte, şi ele se luptă într-un fel de război, după cum am discutat. Un fel de factor manipulator este în război cu un fel de forţă a binelui, care încearcă să salveze omenirea pe timpul acestei tranziţii.

BR: Tu însuţi provii din altă parte.

JM: Da.

BR: Ne-ai dat două ore de video care dovedesc asta.

JM: Da, doar ce-am spus.

BR: Şi eu cred că noi suntem toţi, probabil, din altă parte. Majoritatea oamenilor care privesc acest film sunt, probabil, din altă parte. Pionii din lume sunt oamenii la care te-ai referit uneori, care habar n-au ce se întâmplă.

Dar sunt mulţi cei care îşi dau seama că, de fapt, şi ei provin din altă parte, în sens metaforic sau pur şi simplu. Ei sunt Cavaleria pe care o aşteptăm noi. Noi suntem toţi aici. Cavaleria e deja aici. Trebuie doar să ne trezim.

DI: Vedeţi, eu cred că noi provenim din mai multe locuri, de peste tot. Avem această conştiinţă infinită, Întregul Infinit, Tot-ce-există, a-fost-şi-va-fi. Posibilitatea Completă. Întregul Tăcut. Totul şi Nimic. Pretutindeni şi Nicăieri. Posibilitatea Completă.

Asta e miezul fiecăruia din noi, iar când asistăm la aceste felurite jocuri cosmice, noi ne percepem – cu un simţ crescut al limitării, comparat cu esenţa fiinţei noastre, Posibilitatea Completă, Iubirea Infinită – noi ne percepem ca fiind de aici, sau de acolo, indiferent de unde. De pe ce planetă ai venit??

Când, de fapt, noi suntem Tot-ce-există-a-fost-şi va-fi. Iar asta e valabil atât pentru forţele pe care noi le numim Răul, cât şi pentru forţele pe care le numim Binele. Diferenţa dintre cele două este doar punctul lor de observaţie a realităţii, din locul unde observă ele realitatea. E ca şi cum – eu nu prea dau citate din Biblie, sunt recunoscut pentru asta, dar – fiul risipitor.

Fiul pleacă de acasă, face nişte boroboaţe şi ar trebui să fie considerat un fiu rău. Iar fiul cel bun este cel care nu-şi părăseşte tatăl. Dar fiul risipitor se întoarce, iar tatăl îl întâmpină cu aceeaşi dragoste şi afecţiune pe care le are pentru fiul care a stat cu el, simbolic, nu a plecat spre lumea întunecată, nivelul întunecat.

Asta se întâmplă acum. Jucăm acest joc cosmic, care, prin lentilele corpului nostru fizic, sau ce percepem noi a fi corpul fizic, afectează fundamental punctul nostru de observaţie. Iar un reptilian teribil de înfricoşat că nu va supravieţui, prin urmare „Trebuie să stăpânesc totul, dar mi-e teamă de supravieţuire" şi toate chestiilea alea este un punct de observaţie.

Unul disperat de limitat, dens, jalnic şi, mai mult de atât, trist. Un punct de observaţie a sinelui în lume. Dar până la urmă totul va fi adunat la un loc. Totul va fi strâns la un loc. Şi cei pe care îi considerăm acum răi, ş i cei pe care îi considerăm acum buni şi iluminaţi, îşi vor aminti, în cele din urmă, că sunt, pur şi simplu, Posibilitatea Completă trăind o experienţă.

Şi cu cât ne extindem mai mult conştiinţa şi conştienţa, ca să înţelegem că asta suntem, cu atât punctul nostru de observaţie creşte de la mărimea unui bob, – Eu sunt Stan Păpuşă, sunt reptilian şi trebuie să manipulez oamenii – spre „Eu sunt Tot-ceea-ce-este, trăind o experienţă".

Şi pot avea această trăire, dar ştiu cine are trăirea. N-am căzut în iluzia că eu sunt trăirea. Aceste entităţi reptiliene cred că ei sunt trăirile lor, de aceea sunt atât de limitaţi şi jalnici. Ei au manipulat omenirea să creadă că suntem ceea ce trăim.

Ce se întâmplă odată cu această schimbare de epoci, este că tot mai mulţi oameni îşi reamintesc că ei nu sunt una cu experienţa lor, că ei au o experienţă, dar ei sunt cu totul altceva. Şi, pe măsură ce această schimbare are loc, o schimbare energetică masivă are loc, iar capacitatea acelui nivel de conştienţă – sistemul de control existent până acum – de a continua să domine… castelul din cărţi de joc, s-a încheiat. S-a terminat cu el pe veci. Nu mai poate exista. Asta trăim noi acum.

JM: Păi, eu sunt total…

DI: Trăim vremuri extraordinare.

JM: … sunt total convins că suntem pe aceeaşi lungime de undă. Vedem acelaşi lucru.

DI: Total de acord.

BR: Este cuvântul tău final, Jordan, pentru că s-a făcut seară, aşa cum se poate vedea după întunericul care se lasă în lumea de afară, doar metaforic, desigur. Ne aşteaptă masa pusă, trebuie să încheiem şi să cinăm acum.

JM: N-ar fi o idee rea.

BR: Cu vreo săptămână în urmă, Jordan, am vorbit despre cei de 19 ani, băieţii şi fetele care au acum vârsta la care tu ai trăit acea experienţă remarcabilă cu tatăl prietenei tale, ieri ei se trezesc acum cu sutele de mii, în toată lumea, privesc acest video, şi mulţi alţii ca ei, dorind să ştie ce se întâmplă, advărul nefiindu-le spus de părinţi, profesori sau guvernanţi. Care sunt cuvintele şi încurajările tale pentru ei? Poţi avea acum ultimul cuvânt. Foloseşte ocazia.

JM: În regulă. Îmi ceri opinia personală, subiectivă, iat-o. Ce-aş sugera tuturor oamenilor, tuturor celor care îmi aud vocea şi mă privesc acum, să facă este să găsească, fără zarvă, un loc unde să poată fi singuri, şi să se adreseze, în linişte, Spiritului. Dar vorbiţi cu voce tare, auzibilă, Marelui Spirit, pe care oamenii l-au numit Dumnezeu. Nu contează cum îl numiţi, dar să fie Divinul, prezenţa lui D-zeu.

Eu cred că există o prezenţă foarte puternică, care ne veghează şi ne protejează, deci sugerez să vorbiţi cu Marele Spirit şi să-i cereţi să vă protejeze, să vă îndrume şi să vă ajute să întâlniţi pe cine trebuie să întâlniţi, ca să vă îndepliniţi destinul, dacă are unul rezervat pentru voi.

Deci asta recomand eu celor tineri: începeţi cu asta. Doar să vorbiţi cu Dumnezeu, ca să zic aşa. Vorbiţi cu Spiritul şi cereţi-i să vă protejeze şi să vă îndrume, să vă arate ce aveţi de făcut, ce-ar trebui să învăţaţi.

DI: Îndată ce oamenii fac asta, începe aventura.

JM: Cu siguranţă. Da.

DI: Aventura începe. Viaţa însăşi devine aventura, când ajungi la acel nivel şi te laşi purtat de acel val, cum a spus Jordan, şi viaţa nu mai e o corvoadă. Este o bucurie şi o aventură care devine o bucurie ce aşteaptă să fie trăită.

JM: Ai perfectă dreptate.

DI: I Eşti tu, cel adevărat. Nu cel care am fost manipulaţi să credem că suntem, acea falsă identitate…

JM: Corect.

DI: … asta e diferenţa. Identitatea falsă, epoca apusă. Identitatea reală, epoca ce începe. Este un moment excelent să fii în viaţă. Excelente timpuri de trăit, credeţi-mă. Bravo, colega! Sănătate!

JM: Mulţumesc. Ce plăcere!

DI: Mi-a plăcut să fiu cu voi.

JM: Cu plăcere!

DI: Sau să vorbesc cu voi.

JM: Da.

BR: [chicoteşte]

JM: Mă bucur să fiu cu tine, David.

BR: De 5 stele, domnilor. Excelent!

DI: De 5 stele. Absolut. Dublăm comanda. [râde]

JM: Bună idee!

BR: [râde]

JM: Oh, ah. OK.

DI: A fost bine.

BR: OK Jordan. Trebuie să spui ceva profund acum.

JM: La revedere, noroc!

BR: [râde]

DI: [râde]

Femeia: Şi binecuvântarea…

JM: Fii binecuvântat, fiule!

Femeia: [râde]

JM: Asta e tot atât de profund ca seara care va urma.

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Monday, October 17, 2011

The Art of Corporate Mind Control

Television is the most powerful weapon of psychological warfare in history and yet it is a member of the family in most households. The programming that we are constantly assaulted with conditions us to a particular worldview.

This fake reality changes our behavior making us less active and more compliant with society's shortcomings. Since television is controlled by a small handful of powerful corporations, viewers will never witness informing, truthful news and entertainment.

As political and corporate power unite at an ever increasing rate, being informed is more important than ever. People need to seek out independent and alternative unbiased sources on the
internet for their information or we will continue to be manipulated by the corporate controlled media.

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David Icke: Most of humanity is in an absolute hypnotic trance that they're put in from cradle to grave by constant repetition of a fake reality and when we wake up from this we will not be subservient.

Jordan Maxwell: The bottom line is that the government is getting what they ordered. They do not want your children to be educated. They do not want you to think too much.

That is why our country and our world has become so proliferated with entertainments, mass media, television shows, amusement parks, drugs,
alcohol, and every kind of entertainment to keep the human mind entertained so that you don't get in the way of important people by doing too much thinking.

You better wake up and understand that there are people who are guiding your life and you don't even know it.


Steven Jacobson: Television is the most powerful weapon of psychological warfare in history. The programming that we are constantly assaulted by throughout our lives conditions us. It programs us to a particular worldview.

Now, we may consider it normal because we were born into this
system of lies and deception. And because we were born into this situation and our parents were born into it and have suffered from it, we don't know any better.

Aldous Huxley: What I may call the messages of Brave New World, but it is possible to make people contented with their servitude. I think this can be done. I think it has been done in the past.

I think it could be done even more effectively now because you can provide them with bread and circuses and you can provide them with endless amounts of distractions and propaganda.


George Carlin: But there's a reason, there's a reason. There's a reason for this. There's a reason education sucks and its the same reason it will never ever ever be fixed. Its never gonna get any better, don't look for it. Be happy with what you got, because the owners of this country don't want that.

They don't want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don't want well informed, well educated people capable of critical thinking. They're not interested in that.


Howard Beale: We know things are bad, worse than bad. They're crazy. Its like everything everywhere is going crazy so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house and slowly the world were living in is getting smaller and all we say is please at least leave us alone in our living rooms.

Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel belted radios and I wont say anything, just leave us alone. Well I'm not going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs.

I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it and stick your head out and yell, I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore! You've got to say, Im a human being God damn it, my life has value!

Friday, September 2, 2011

ICELAND'S MODEL FOR THE ECONOMICAL CRISIS

NO ALTERNATIVE? ...

… SEE ICELAND

The David Icke Newsletter Goes Out On Sunday

All this has happened and hundreds of millions of lives have been severely affected because of the claim that there was ‘no alternative’ to bailing out the banks that had caused the problem. But the people of Iceland have shown that this is nonsense. You would have heard a great deal about Iceland in 2008 when its banking system suffered a monumental and extraordinary collapse. It was, relative to the size of the Icelandic economy, the biggest banking crash in economic history.

You hear very little about Iceland today because of the way its population of 320,000 dealt with the enormous challenges they were suddenly facing. Don’t mention Iceland - Shhhhhh! There is nothing more dangerous to ‘no alternative’ than another alternative that works … the threat of a good example.

So Iceland? Schtum.

Today, just three years later, Iceland’s economy is recovering from the biggest comparative banking collapse in history because … they didn’t bail out the banks - they let them fail. Those who caused the problem took the consequences. This was the result of the Icelandic people refusing to take the hit for the mess the banks had created.

It was not the Icelandic people who chose to invest in the seriously dodgy foreign investor accounts promoted by Iceland’s private banks offering a better rate of return - it was the overseas investors. Why should those who didn’t own the banks repay the losses of private owners and investors in those banks? That was the stance of the Icelandic people and they were not budging.

What happens when you do bailout private banks with public debt.


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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

The False Illusion Of Facebook - David Icke Website

The False Illusion Of Facebook - David Icke Website

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Thursday, August 4, 2011

David Icke & Credo Mutwa -- The Reptilian Agenda (Part One)



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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

DAVID ICKE - POLICE STATE - AMERICA - THEY LIVE - 2011 (Part 1 of 2)



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Sunday, July 3, 2011

Contacto Extraterrestre en Africa (1 de 13)



ALIENS AND REPTILIANS-AN INTERVIEW WITH A ZULU SHAMAN






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by Rick Martin
9/30/99

from The SPECTRUM newspaper’s Front Page story!
September 1999
from MetaTech Website


It has often been said that the Native Elders of any given tribe hold the keys to knowledge. This statement has never been more clearly confirmed than in the recent interview I had the great privilege to conduct with Zulu “Sanusi” (Shaman) Credo Mutwa, now nearing eighty years of age.

Through the efforts and assistance of David Icke, I was able to establish contact with Dr. Johan Joubert, who graciously coordinated with Credo Mutwa, thus allowing the interview to take place by telephone, literally half-way around the world in South Africa. We at The SPECTRUM would like to convey our deepest appreciation to both David Icke and to Dr. Joubert for their selfless efforts at getting this man’s Truth out to the world.

I first heard about Credo Mutwa five years ago, only at that time it didn’t seem possible to speak with him directly by telephone, as he lives in a somewhat remote area with no phone. When I heard from David Icke that he had spent time with Credo Mutwa and that he would be willing to speak with The SPECTRUM, well, that’s all it took. Through the wonder of the international telephone lines, on August 13 we had what turned out to be a 4-hour session! And no, we are not about to pare it down to “sound bite” size. The words he has spoken will appear completely and in full context, as is our usual policy-a matter of respect for the speaker as well as simply being good, honest journalism!

Credo Mutwa is a man whom David Icke describes as: “The most amazing and knowledgeable man it has been my privilege and honor to call a friend, a genius.” After speaking with Credo Mutwa, I couldn’t agree more.

I would like to comment that Credo Mutwa, while not a man of formal education, was kind enough and conscientious enough to spell all of the Zulu or African words, proper names, etc. for this article. Those of you who may be African scholars will find this level of accuracy more advantageous to your research than will the average reader, however such care taken by Credo is yet another facet of his honesty and precision.

If you feel that you have read some material lately that stretches your thinking and challenges some belief systems, this interview will take you one step beyond. As always, Truth is stranger than fiction. As well, Truth-or pieces of Truth revealed to any one of us-are part of a larger mosaic, and thus it is up to each of us to arrive at our own conclusions concerning the Truth that others have to share with us.

We are honored to have this opportunity to present Credo Mutwa’s experiences and knowledge with you. It is a most rare and much appreciated opportunity.

The astonishing information presented by Credo Mutwa is certainly thought provoking and far-reaching in both implications and scope. Once you read this information you will more readily understand why there have been attempts to silence him. Similarly, you will more deeply appreciate Credo’s courage for coming forth and speaking truth, no matter the consequences to self.

So, without further introductory commentary, let the interview begin.


Martin: First of all, let me say it is an honor and a privilege to speak with you, and I would like to thank and acknowledge David Icke and Dr. Joubert, without whose help we would not be having this conversation today.

Our readers are aware of the existence of the shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials, and what I would like to discuss with you concerns the specifics of their presence, their leadership, their agenda, and their methods of operation at this time.

So, the first question I would like to ask you is: Can you confirm that shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials do, in fact, exist on our planet at this time? And if they do, if you can confirm this, will you please be specific about them. Where do they come from?

Credo Mutwa: Sir, can your newspaper send people to Africa?


Martin: I’m sorry, can you repeat that?

Credo Mutwa: Can your newspaper kindly send somebody to Africa in the near future?


Martin: We are financially not able to do that at this time, but that may change in the future.

Credo Mutwa: Because there are some things that I would, please, like your newspaper to check-out, independent of me. You have heard of the country called Rwanda, in Central Africa?


Martin: Yes.

Credo Mutwa: The people of Rwanda, the Hutu people, as well as the Watusi people, state, and they are not the only people in Africa who state this, that their very oldest ancestors were a race of beings whom they called the Imanujela, which means “the Lords who have come”. And some tribes in West Africa, such as a Bambara people, also say the same thing.


They say that they came from the sky, many, many generations ago, a race of highly advanced and fearsome creatures which looked like men, and they call them Zishwezi. The word Zishwezi means the dival or the glidal-creatures that can glide down from the sky or glide through water.

Everybody, sir, has heard about the Dogon people in Western Africa who all say that they were given culture by the normal beings, but they are no t- the Dogon people are but ONE of many, many peoples in Africa who claim that their tribe or their king were first founded by the supernatural race of creatures that came from the sky.

Are you still with me, sir?


Martin: Oh yes, very much so. Please continue.

Credo Mutwa: Sir, I can go on and on, but let me bring you to my people, the Zulu people of South Africa.


Martin: Please.

Credo Mutwa: The Zulu people, who are famous as a warrior people, the people to whom King Shaka Zulu, of the last century, belonged. When you ask a South African White anthropologist what the name of Zulu means, he will say it means “the sky” (laughter), and therefore the Zulu call themselves “people of the sky”. That, sir, is non-sense. In the Zulu language, our name for the sky, the blue sky, is sibakabaka.


Our name for inter-planetary space, however, is izulu and the weduzulu, which means “inter-planetary space, the dark sky that you see with stars in it every night”, also has to do with traveling, sir. The Zulu word for traveling at random, like a nomad or a gypsy, is izula.

Now, you can see that the Zulu people in South Africa were aware of the fact that you can travel through space-not through the sky like a bird - but you can travel through space, and the Zulus claim that many, many thousands of years ago there arrived, out of the skies, a race of people who were like lizards, people who could change shape at will.


And people who married their daughters to a walking (extraterrestrial), and produced a power race of Kings and tribal Chiefs, there are hundreds of fairy-tales, sir, in which a lizard female assumes the identity of a human princess and poses as her, and gets married to a Zulu Prince.

Every school child in South Africa, sir, knows about the story of a princess called Khombecansini. Khombecansini was to have married a handsome Prince called Kakaka, a name which means “the enlightened one”. Now, one day while Khombecansini was gathering firewood in the bush, she met a creature called an Imbulu.


And this Imbulu was a lizard which has the body and the limbs of a human being, but a long tail. And this lizard spoke to Princess Khombecansini, “Oh, how beautiful you are, girl, I wish I could be like you. I wish I could look like you. Can I come close to you?” said the Imbulu lizard woman to the princess.

And the princess said, “Yes, you can.”

And as the lizard, which was a taller one, came close to the girl, she spat into the girl’s eyes and she began to change. That is, the lizard suddenly changed into a human shape and this lizard began to look more and more and more and more like the girl, with the exception of her long, pointed tail.


And then, with her sudden burst of violence, the lizard woman sealed the princess and removed all her bangles and her beads and her wedding skirt off her, and she put them on. Thus, the lizard became the princess.

Now there were two identical women in the bush, the shape-shifted lizard woman and the original woman. And the lizard woman said to the original woman, “Now you are my slave. Now you are going to accompany me to the marriage. I will be you and you will be my slave, come-on!” She took a stick and started beating up the poor princess.


And then she went, accompanied by other girls who were bride’s maids, according to Zulu custom, and she arrived at Prince Kakaka’s village. But, before they reached the village she had to do something about her tail, that is, the shape-shifting woman had, somehow, to hide the tail.


So, she forced the princess to weave a net out of fiber and she tucked the tail in and she tied it tight to herself. She now looked like a Zulu woman with attractive, very big buttocks, when seen from outside.

And then, when she arrived and she became the wife of the prince, a strange thing started happening in the village. All of the milk started disappearing because each night the shape-shifting princess, the false princess, used to release her tail, which used to suck in all of the sour milk through a hole at the tip of the tail. And the mother-in-law said, “What is this? Why is the milk disappearing?” Then, she said, “No, I see, there is an Imbulu amongst us.”

The mother-in-law, who was a clever old lady, said, “A hole must be dug in the front of the village and it must be filled with milk.” And this was done. And then, all of the girls who had come with the false princess were told to jump over this hole. One after the other one, they jumped. And when the shape-shifter was forced, at spear-point, to jump as well, as she jumped her long tail burst out of the net under her skirt and started slurping the milk through the hole, and the warriors killed the shape-shifter. And thus, the real Princess Khombecansini became the wife of the king-of King Kakaka.

Now, sir, this story has got many versions in it. Throughout South Africa, amongst many tribes, you’ll find stories of these amazing creatures who are capable of changing from reptile to human being, and from reptile to any other animal of their choice. And these creatures, sir, do really exist. No matter where you go throughout Southern, Eastern, Western, and Central Africa, you’ll find that the description of these creatures is the same. Even amongst tribes which never, throughout their long history, had contact with each other at all.

So, there ARE such creatures. Where they come from, I will never claim to know, sir. But they are associated with certain stars in the sky, and one of these stars is a large group of stars which is part of the Milky Way, which our people call Ingiyab, which means “The Great Serpent”. And there is a red star, a redish star, near the tip of this huge rim of stars which our people call IsoneNkanyamba.

Now, this star called IsoneNkanyamba, I managed to find its English name. It is the star called Alpha Centauri, in English. Now, this, sir, is something that is worth investigating. Why is it that well over 500 tribes in parts of Africa which I’ve visited in the last 40 or 50 years or so, all of them describe similar creatures?

It is said that these creatures feed on us human beings; that they, at one time, challenged God Himself to war, because they wanted full control of the universe. And God fought a terrible battle against them and He defeated them, injured them, and forced them to hide in cities underground.

They hide in deep cavities underground, because they are always feeling cold. In these cavities, we are told, there are huge fires which are kept going by slaves, human, zombie-like slaves. And, it is further said that these Zuswazi, these Imbulu, or whatever you choose to call them, are not capable of eating solid food. They either eat human blood, or they eat that power, the energy that is generated when human beings, on the surface of the Earth, are fighting and killing each other in large numbers.

I met people who have fled from the early Masaki in Rwanda, from years ago, and these people were horrified by what was happening in their country. They said that the slaughter of the Hutus by the Watusi, and the Watusi by the Hutus, is actually feeding the Imanujela, monsters. Because the Imanujela like to inhale the energy that is generated by masses of people being terrified or being killed by other people.

Are you still with me, sir?


Martin: Yes, I’m completely with you.

Credo Mutwa: Now, let me point out an interesting thing, sir. If you study the languages of all African nations, you find within the languages of our people words which are similar to Oriental, Middle-Eastern, and even Native American words. And the word Imanujela means “the Lord who came”. A word that anyone can discover in Rwanda, amongst the Rwandan Hutu and Watusi people, is very similar to the Herbrew word Immanuel, which means “the Lord is with us”. Imanujela, “the ones who came, the Lords who are here”.

Our people believe, sir, that we, the people of this Earth, are not masters of our own lives, really, although we are made to think that we are. Our people say, that is, Black people of all tribes, all of the initiated ones, all of the shamans everywhere in Africa, when they get to trust you and share their deepest secrets with you, they say that [with] the Imanujela, there is Imbulu. And there is another name by which these creatures are known. This name is Chitauli. Now, the word Chitauli means “the dictators, the ones who tell us the law”. In other words, “they who tell us, secretly, what we are to do”. Now, it is said that these Chitauli did a number of things to us when they came to this planet.

Please forgive me, but I must share this story with you. It is one of the strangest stories that you find everywhere in Africa in shamanic secret societies and other places where the remnant of our ancient knowledge and wisdom are still preserved. It is that, originally, the Earth was covered by a very thick blanket of fog or mist. That people could not actually see the Sun in the sky, except as a nimble of light. And they also saw the Moon at night as a gentle claw of light in the sky, because there was this heavy mist. And the rain was always falling in a steady drizzle. There was no thunder, however. There were no storms.

The world was thickly covered with great forests, great jungles, and people lived in peace on Earth at that time. People were happy and it is said, at that time, we human beings did not have the power of speech. We only made funny sounds like happy monkeys and baboons, but we did not have speech as we now have it. And in those centuries, people spoke to each other through their mind.

A man could call his wife thinking about her, thinking about the shape of her face, the smell of her body, and the feel of hair as a woman. That a hunter would go out into the bush and call out for animals to come, and the animals would select one of their number which was old and tired, and this animal would offer itself to the hunter so that he may kill it quickly and take it as meat to his cave.

There was no violence against animals. There was no violence against Nature by human beings at that time. Man used to ask for food from Nature. He used to come to a tree and think about fruit, and the tree would allow some of its fruit to fall to the ground, and man would take it.

And then it is said, however, that when the Chitauli came to Earth, they arrived in terrible vessels which flew through the air, vessels which were shaped like great bowls and which made a terrible noise and a terrible fire in the sky. And the Chitauli told human beings, whom they gathered together by force with whips of lightning, that they were great gods from the sky and that from now on they would receive a number of great gifts from the god. These so-called gods, who were like human beings, but very tall, with a long tail, and with terrible burning eyes, some of them had two eyes-yellow, bright eyes-some had three eyes, the red, round eye being in the center of their forehead. These creatures then took away the great powers that human beings had:

  • the power of speaking through the mind only

  • the power of moving objects with their mind only

  • the power of seeing into the future and into their past

  • the power to travel, spiritually, to different worlds

All of these great powers the Chitauli took away from human beings and they gave human beings a new power, now, the power of speech. But, human beings found, to their horror, that the power of speech divided human beings, instead of uniting them, because the Chitauli cunningly created different languages, and they caused a great quarrel between people.

Also, the Chitauli did something which has never been done before: they gave human beings people to rule over them, and they said,

“These are your kings, these are your chiefs. They have our blood in them. They are our children, and you must listen to these people because they will speak on our behalf. If you don’t, we are going punish you very terribly.”

Before the coming of the Chitauli, before the coming of the Imbulu creatures, human beings were spiritually one. But when the Chitauli came, human beings became divided, both spiritually as well as by language.

And then, human beings were given strange new feelings by the Chitauli. Human beings started to feel unsafe, and so they started making villages with very strong fences of wood around them. Human beings started becoming country makers. In other words, they started creating tribes and tribe lands, which had borders, which they defended against any possible enemy. Human beings became ambitious and greedy and they wanted to acquire wealth in the form of cattle, and sea shells.

And, another thing the Chitauli forced human beings to do, they forced human beings to mine into the Earth. The Chitauli activated human women and made them to discover minerals and metals of certain types. Women discovered copper; women discovered gold; women discovered silver. And, eventually, they were guided by the Chitauli to alloy these metals and to create new metals which had never existed in Nature before, metals such as bronze and brass and others.

Now, the Chitauli, further, removed the sacred rain-bringing mist from the sky and for the first time since creation, human beings looked up and saw stars, and the Chitauli told human beings that they have been wrong in believing that God dwelt under the Earth.

“From now on,” the Chitauli told people of this Earth, “the people of Earth must believe that God is in Heaven and they must do things here on Earth which would please this God who is in Heaven.”

You see, originally, human beings had believed that God was underground, that she was a very great mother who dwelt under the Earth because they saw all the green things growing from under the Earth-the grass came from below ground, the trees grew from below ground, and the people had believed, therefore, that the dead people who died go underground. But when the Chitauli turned humans’ eyes towards the sky, people started believing, now, that God is in the sky and that those who die from this Earth don’t go underground, but go up into the sky.

And to this day, sir, throughout Africa wherever you go as an investigator, you will find this amazing-these two amazing ideas which conflict with each other.

Many African tribes believe in what is called Midzimu or Badimo. Now, the word Midzimu or Badimo means “them who are in the sky”. But, in Zulu-land, amongst my people, you find this amazing schism going hand-in-hand. There are Zulus who believe that the dead ones are the Abapansi, which means “the ones who are below, who are under the Earth”. Then there is another idea which says Abapezulu. The word Abapezulu means “those who are above”, and the word Abapansi, which is the oldest name for the spirits of the dead, means “they who are under the Earth”.

So, even today, sir, all over Africa amongst hundreds of tribes, you find this strange double-belief that the dead go into the sky, and side-by-side with the belief that the dead die and go under the Earth. This belief that the dead die and go under the Earth is said to date to the days when our people believed that God was a woman, the great Cosmic Mother. And, it is contrasted by the Abapezulu belief that God is a man who dwells in the sky.

Now, sir, another thing that the Chitauli told our people, it is said, is that we human beings are here on Earth to change the Earth and to make it suitable for “God” to come down one day and dwell in it. And it is said that they who work to change this Earth and make it safe for the serpent god, the Chitauli, to come and dwell in it, will be rewarded with great power and with great wealth.

Sir, as I have watched over many years of study, over many years of initiation of the mysteries of African shamanism, wisdom, and knowledge, I have found myself wondering why we human beings are actually destroying the Earth on which we live. We are doing something which is only done by one other species of animal, namely, the African elephant, which utterly destroys every tree in the place in which it dwells.

We human beings are doing exactly this. And wherever you go in Africa, where once there were great ancient civilizations, you find desert. For example, there is the Kalahari desert in South Africa, and under the sands of that desert, I have found the ruins of ancient cities, which means that human beings turned this stretch of land, which was once green and fertile, into a desert. And, in days when I was with explorers and safari people in the Sahara regions of Africa, I also found evidence of unbelievably ancient human habitation in places where there is nothing now but angry rock and whispering sand.

In other words, the Sahara Desert was once a fertile country and was turned into a desert by human beings. Why? I must ask myself, again and again, why are human beings being driven by insecurity, greed, and lust of power to turn the Earth into a desert in which, ultimately, no human being would ever be able to live? Why?

Although we are all aware of the terrible dangers that this will bring about, why are we cutting huge areas of jungle in Africa? Why are we on Earth carrying out the instructions which the Chitauli programmed into us? Although my mind refuses to accept this, the answer is a terrible yes, yes, yes.

Amongst the many people of wisdom who honor me with their friendship, is a man of great knowledge who lives in Israel, Dr. Sitchin. [Editor’s note: This reference is to Dr. Zecharia Sitchin, author of many provocative books about the interaction of extraterrestrial peoples with Earth humans in very ancient times.] According to the ancient books which were written by the people of Sumeria, out of clay, gods came out of the sky and forced human beings to work for them, to mine gold for them. This story is confirmed by African legends throughout Africa, that gods came out of the sky and made us into their slaves, and they made us into slaves in such a way that we would never realize that we are slaves.

One other thing that our people say is that the Chitauli prey upon us like vultures. They raise some of us, they fill some of us with great anger and great ambition, and they make these people they’ve raised into great warriors who make terrible war. But, in the end, the Chitauli do not allow these great leaders, these great war chiefs and kings, to die peacefully. The warrior chief is used to make as much war as possible, to kill as many of his people, and those he calls enemies, as possible, and then, in the end, the warrior chief dies a terrible death, with his blood being spilled by others.

And this phenomenon I have seen in my people’s history, again and again and again. Our great King Shaka Zulu, he fought over 200 great wars during the reign of some 30-something years. And then, he was slaughtered and he died a violent death. He died a broken man who, because of the death of his mother, had no longer the power to win any more battles.

And, before Shaka Zulu, there was another king who trained Shaka to become the great king that he was. That king’s name was Dingiswayo. Dingiswayo had fought great wars trying to unite the Zulu people into one great tribe. He had seen the White people of the Cape and he thought that, by uniting his people into one huge nation, he would be able to repel the threat to his people which the White people posed. But, what happened was, after winning many battles of uniting many tribes, King Dingiswayo suddenly became striken by an eye disease which made him almost blind. And he hid this secret that he could no longer see. But, that terrible secret was discovered by a woman, a queen of another tribe, called Ntombazi. Ntombazi took a battle ax and beheaded Dingiswayo with one blow, after she had lured him into her hut and given him food and beer to drink.

There is also a similar phenomenon with great White leaders: Napoleon, in Europe, who died a miserable death on his lonely island in the Atlantic Ocean; Hitler, also in Europe, who died a terrible death by putting the gun in the mouth and killing himself, we are told; Attila the Hun, who was killed by a woman, and many other great leaders who came to a sticky end after giving as much death and misery to as many people as they could.

King Shaka was stabbed to death by his half-brother, who used on him the same type of spear that he had designed to kill people as quickly as possible. And, Julius Caesar also met a similar fate after he, like our Shaka Zulu, had conquered many nations.

Always the warrior hero dies a death that he, really, should not die. King Arthur, in England, was killed by his own son, Mordred after a long and courageous reign. I could go on and on and on.

Now, all these things, if you bring them together, they show that whether people laugh at this or not, whether people scoff at this or not, there is a certain power that is guiding we human beings toward the dark river of self-destruction. And the sooner many of us become aware of this, the better, perhaps, we might be able to deal with it.


Martin: Do you believe that these beings are around the world equally, or are they primarily focused in Africa?

Credo Mutwa: Sir, I believe that these creatures are everywhere on Earth, and with respect, sir, although I hate talking about myself so much, I am a person who has traveled to many parts of the world. I have been to your country, the United States, sir. I have been to Australia. I have been to Japan, amongst other countries.

And no matter where I have gone, sir, I have found people telling me about creatures like this. For example, in 1997, I visited Australia, sir, and I traveled a lot to try and find the Black people of Australia, the Aborigine. And when I did find them, they told me a number of things that astonished me very, very much. The same things that I’d found in Japan, I found in Taiwan. Everywhere where there are still shaman and traditional healers, you find these amazing stories.

Now, let me tell you, sir, what I found in Australia alone. This, that the Australian Aborigine people, who call themselves Coorie, which means “our people”: The Coorie people of Australia believe in a great creating god called Byamie, sir. A Coorie shaman, in fact, several of them, drew me pictures of this Byamie, and one of them showed me a rock painting representing this strange creator god who came out of the stars. And when they placed their drawing in front of me, what they showed was a Chitauli. I recognized it from my African initiation. It had a large head. It had large eyes, which were stressed by the artist. It had no mouth, and it had long arms and incredibly long legs. Sir, this was a typical depiction of a Chitauli which I knew from my own people in Africa.

I asked myself “Why?” Here I am in a country many thousands of miles away from Africa, and here I am seeing a being known as the Biamai or Bimi, who is a creature with which I, the African, am familiar.

Amongst the Native American people, sir, I found, for example, amongst certain tribes in America, tribes such as the Hopi people, and those people who stay in those buildings called a pueblo, I found that these people-they have got what are called Katchina creatures, where people wear masks and disguise themselves as certain creatures. And some of these Katchinas are very, very tall, with a huge round head.

Exactly as we have in Africa, I found similar creatures in America. In Africa we call these creatures Egwugwu, or, we call them by another name, called Chinyawu. The Katchina of the Native American people, and the Chinyawu of our people, are identical beings. Now, why should this be? When were American Native people and Africans in contact? When? This is one of the greatest mysteries of all time, sir. It is one of many things that I found throughout the world which left me utterly amazed.

There ARE such creatures, and the sooner skeptics amongst us face up to this fact, the better it shall be. Why is human-kind not progressing? Why are we running around in a great circle of self-destruction and mutual-destruction?

People are basically good; I believe this. People don’t want to start wars. People don’t want to destroy the world in which they stay, but there are creatures, or there is power that is driving we human beings toward self-annihilation. And the sooner we recognize this, the better.

Just now, I live in Africa. Here are my people. Here is my home. But I see Africa being destroyed in wars that make no sense whatsoever to me as an African. I look at India which, like Africa, suffered the scourge of colonialism by the French, the English, and other European powers. But India, through her independence as a country, has achieved the things which we, Africa, have failed to achieve. Why?

India has exploded the atomic bomb and is today one of the feared nations of this world. India has launched satellites into orbit. India, although she has the same problems as Africa has - a burgeoning population, religion as well as tribal strife - although India has got an incredibly poor section of her population, as well as an incredibly rich one, she has achieved things that Africa has failed to achieve.

Now, I ask myself “Why? Why?” Because India was established by people from Africa, and I don’t think, sir, as the Black races about this. This is a fact that, thousands of years ago, people from Africa laid the foundation of the greatest civilization of India, as well as other countries in Southeast Asia. There is overwhelming archeological evidence of this. But, why is Africa drowning in war, in disease, and in hunger? Why?

Many times, sir, I sit in my hut and I cry when I see diseases like AIDS destroying us; when I see senseless wars destroying those countries in Africa which had thrived for thousands of years.

Say, Ethiopia is a country that has been free for thousands of years. Ethiopia was once the school of all of Africa. Nigeria was once a great country with a long tradition of self-government - long, long before the White man came to Africa. But today, all of these countries and many others are being destroyed.

Today, sir, there are parts of Africa which have been totally depopulated by war and by the disease called AIDS, a disease which shows every sign of being a man-made disease. I ask myself, “Who or what is destroying Africa, and why?”

Because there are tribes in those villages I lived in, who assisted my search for knowledge, before the Second World War and after. But today these tribes no longer exist anymore. They are gone, dispersed, totally exterminated in senseless wars that gain the Black people nothing.

I am in South Africa now. Here I was born, and here I was to die. But I see my country falling apart like a rotting mango. South Africa was once a powerful country. She had a powerful army. She had huge industries, which were producing everything from locomotives to little radios. But today my country has become a drug-sodden, crime-ridden piece of rubbish. Why? A country doesn’t get destroyed almost overnight, unless there are definite forces which are determined to obliterate it.

I recently saw, sir, the destruction of another country inside South Africa. The country is Lesotho. This country, Lesotho, is inhabited by some of the oldest and the wisest tribes in South Africa. Amongst them is a tribe called the Bakwama. The Bakwama people are so ancient that they actually describe to you a mysterious land of huge pointed mountains, a mysterious land ruled by a great god, who had the head of a human being and the body of the lion. [One immediately thinks of the Sphinx in Egypt.]

The Bakwama call this country Ntswama-tfatfi. This land that they name Ntswama-tfatfi means “the land of the Sun-hawk”. The hawk is the bird of prey in Heaven-you know? Now, these Bakwama people did, in South Africa, know about the land of Egypt where they say their ancestors came from. And they call this mysterious land of the gods, “the land of the Sun-hawk, or the Sun-eagle”, which is exactly how the Egyptians portrayed their country, sir. They portrayed it as “the land of Hor”, the god Horus in Greece.

Now, when Princess Diana died, in 1997, I was one of the first Black people to suspect that Princess Diana had been murdered, and I will tell you why this thing happened, sir. Because, about a year or 8 months before Diana died, there died a king in Lesotho, King Moshoeshoe II. King Moshoeshoe II’s death was detail-for-detail identical to Princess Diana’s death.

Consider this please, all of you who might find my words incredible: Princess Diana died in a tunnel, but the king of Lesotho died in a ravine. He had gone far away to investigate a problem in his cattle ranch. It was found that he was overdue, and when the people went to search for him, they heard from various boys who were looking after the cattle in the Basotho-land mountains, that the boys had heard what sounded like a rifle shot, and when the men went to look where the rifle shot had sounded, they found the king’s car off the road and deep in the ravine.

They went down their and they found that the king of Lesotho was in his car. He was strapped in a safety belt, but he had a terrible injury at the back of his head. And they found that the king’s driver was dead at the steering wheel. But, the two men who were the king’s bodyguards, who were riding in the king’s vehicle in the seat directly behind the king, had escaped without a scratch. One of the men entered the car and pulled out the dying king. The king apologized to them for messing-up their hands with his blood, which was a tradition, that a dying king must thank the people who are trying to get him out of where he is. And he must apologize to them for putting them into trouble, because anyone who handles the sacred blood of the king is in spiritual trouble of some kind after that.

Then, when the king’s car was brought out of the ravine, it was found that there was a hole, like a bullet hole, in one of the tires of the car. And that car’s tire was mysteriously removed, afterwards, when the king’s car was stored not in a safe place, but in a yard outside where anybody could get at it. And, when an autopsy was conducted on the body of the driver of the king’s car, it was found that the man had been so drunk as to not have been able to drive the car at all. And third, the man who had driven the king’s car and who died at the wheel had not been the man who usually drives the king’s car.

Now, sir, do you see this mystery now? The death of the Lesotho king matched that of Princess Diana, which was to follow it. In many other amazing details than I have detailed now, and so the nation of Lesotho was reduced to a retch after the king’s death, when rioting took place as a result of a general election which provisional party members prospected and controlled.

Today Lesotho is an economically moribund nation. And Lesotho is a country which was the place of a strange experiment-an experiment which consisted of the building of a huge dam, whose purpose was to supply South Africa, and not Lesotho, with large quantities of water. And we have recently heard ugly rumors emanating from that country, that somebody was bribed to facilitate the building of this huge dam where the water of a small nation is being used to supply, to supplement the water supplies of a highly industrialized nation.

There are many strange things, sir, which have taken place in South Africa, and are taking place, as well as in other parts of Africa, which make no sense to me as an African. There are wars which take place in Africa, where after an African country has gained its independence from the colonial power, then a force of rebels pick up weapons against that country’s government, but instead of the rebels fighting the government to the bitter end, what happens again and again is that the rebel forces split into various groups which end up fighting not only the government in power, but also each other. And the result is that, in several African countries, the country is so destroyed that, no matter which party wins, the people lose. The United Nations are caused to be called in, in order to create some semblance of peace. In other words, Africans have now started fighting wars which bring about not victory, but the destruction of themselves, as well as their people.

I would like to draw your attention, sir, to the senseless tide which is still raging in the Sudan, as well as other parts of Africa. I would like to draw your attention, sir, to the longest and most terrible civil war which is destroying the southern parts of the Sudan. I would like to draw your attention, and that of your readers, sir, to the terrible war which is destroying Angola. And one part of the world, to the East of Southern Africa, has been so raped by many years of war that there are now places where you don’t even hear a bird-thing. All living forms of life have been wiped-out in that place. Now, why?

And then, I have found that these countries that are being destroyed by senseless wars which are totally out of character for us Africans, and I speak as an African, are those countries which, had they been left alone, could have supplied the whole of Africa with food, with water, and with valuable minerals.


I am told, sir, that under the surface of Angola, under the plains of Angola, are deposits of coal which are without equal in this world. I am further told that in parts of Angola there are deposits of oil which are second only to those reserves of oil which are in the Middle East.

The Sudan is a country which I visited several times during, and even after, the Second World War. In the Sudan there was so much food that you received free food from the villagers, as you traveled through the Sudan. Today, southern Sudan is a starvation-torn, battle of rage hellhole where children die of diarrhea in the bush while the vultures and buzzards wait on the branches of trees to feast. Africa is being systematically and deliberately destroyed by a power of such relentlessness that it is continuing the destruction even now.

But, this power is getting desperate.


Martin: Excuse me. Did you say there was coal in Angola or gold?

Credo Mutwa: Coal, sir, coal. There are diamonds in Angola, sir. And I have learned from reliable people that there is more oil under Angola, in certain places, than there is in certain parts of the Middle East.

Is this what Africa is being destroyed for? Is this what our nations are being slaughtered for - for coal under the surface, for diamonds? If so, who is this intelligence that is behind this? Are people less valuable than minerals? Are people less valuable than oil?

Because, sir, genocide, worse than anything that Hitler ever committed upon the Jewish people, is taking place in Africa NOW, and the people of America don’t seem to care a damn. Why? We are the best friends that the United States has got. We are the best people. We buy American products. Our children want to look like American children. Our kids wear jeans, sir, and they even speak with American accents, because you American people are our role model. Why are you allowing us to be slaughtered? Why? Why?

Not only are we being killed by war, sir, we are being killed by drugs. There were no drugs in South Africa during the days of the apartheid government. Now, under our democratic government, our country has become one drug-sodden cess pit. Why?

Today, sir, and I speak as a traditional shaman, one of my purposes is to try and help people with a drug problem. Sir, I can help a young African who is abusing marijuana or hashish. I can help a young African who is dependent upon Dakwa. But, sir, I am useless, my skills are rubbish and I fail again - and so do many like me - to help young Black people who are addicted to a new type of drug which is called “crack”. It is a hard-looking drug. It’s like hardened chocolate when you see it, and this thing is so addictive that no shaman can help a young victim of this drug.

I am asking the people of the United States of America, I am asking my Black brothers and my Black sisters over there, why are you allowing the country which is your mother to be exterminated?

I don’t care what skeptics say, sir. Please forgive me when I really get hot under the collar. I don’t care what skeptics say, but there IS a force destroying Africa and I am not buying the nonsense that it is the bankers of the IMF and other big banks. You don’t kill the goose that gives you the golden egg, so why would the bankers want to destroy Africa?


There is another force behind these people, a terrible, alien force, which does things behind the scenes which - and the sooner we recognize this, the better - sir, it is very common for human beings who are in trouble to blame forces other than those inside themselves.

But, I have studied the situation in Africa since the end of the Second World War, and before, and I have evidence that points to an alien force at work in Africa.

What, who is wiping out Africa’s oldest tribes?

Please, sir, let me tell you a thing that cuts my soul. May I please?


Martin: Please, continue.

Credo Mutwa: Please, I’m sorry to talk so much. Please forgive me. I belong to the Zulu nation, a nation of warriors, a nation of wise people. My people, sir, have never been studied by White anthropologists thoroughly, but the Zulu people knew things that, if I were to share with your readers, they would be amazed.

Let me show you this. The Zulu people KNEW, amongst many things, that it is the Earth which moves around the Sun, and not the other way around. They said, to explain this thing to the initiated, that the Earth is a feminine creature and the Sun is a male creature, and, therefore, the Earth is the mobile one who dances around the Sun - the beautiful princess who dances around the fiery king who is the Sun. Our people knew that the Earth was a sphere. Our people knew about germs and their function. When the White man came to Africa, where did this incredible knowledge come from? I do not know.

The people of America and the people of Europe say that it was Albert Einstein who came out with the idea that time and space are one and the same thing. My answer to that is, “No!”

My people, the Zulus, knew that space and time was one thing. In the language of the Zulu, one of the names for space is umkati. And the Zulu name for time is isikati. Now, our people knew that space and time were one and the same thing, hundreds of years before Einstein’s birth.

And furthermore, our people believed, like the Dogon people, that there are 24 planets in our part of space which are inhabited by intelligent creatures of various states. And, this knowledge has never been recorded in any book, and I and my aunt are the only surviving high sanusi [shaman] in South Africa who are the keepers of this knowledge. My aunt is still alive. She is about 90-something years old, and I am now close to dead, suffering from diabetes - a terrible killer of African people nowadays.

And, what I am trying to tell you is that, although my people had this tremendous knowledge, which has never been written down in any book, the Zulu people today, a huge percentage of them, are victims of HIV or outright AIDS. And it has been calculated, sir, in the next 50 years, fully three-fourths of the Zulu people in Natal are going to die. And I am the keeper of sacred objects which I inherited from my grandfather. I am, from my mother’s side, a direct descendant of the last true Zulu king, Dingame. And, my duty should be to protect my people from anything that threatens their existence.

Look, please, sir. Anyone who studies humanity with love, with understanding, and with care, recognizes the fact that there is a shining God which is struggling to be born within each and every one of us. We are trying to fight back, although many of us are not yet aware of this. We are developing an attitude of wanting to protect our planet, no matter who or what we are.

There are chiefs in Africa who fine you very heavily if they see you destroying a tree unnecessarily. This thing was common in the past, but it disappeared with the coming of the White people; but now it has come back again.

Man is becoming, is struggling to become a more advanced, more caring being, and the aliens are not going to take this lying down. They are going to cause us to kill each other, again. And I am worried about what is going to happen.

Sir, I can show you many strange things that African people did to protect themselves against the Grey aliens. The things that our people did were not the result of superstition. They were the result of terrible personal experience.

One day I hope to share with you, sir, the story of how I got “taken”, we say. We believe, sir, that the Mantindane (“the tormentor”), the Greys, are really servants of the Chitauli. And that they, contrary to what White people think - White people think a wrong thing, sir, many - that the Mantindane are experimenting with us. They are NOT. I repeat, they are not.

Anyone who has been through the hells of these beings will tell you that there is nothing experimental in what they do. There is a cold, cold, cold-blooded resolve, and they are not doing what they do to us for themselves, they are doing what they do to us for greater creatures than they are. Please, sir, can you give me a little time to share with you, briefly, what happened to me?


Martin: Oh yes, absolutely, please. We have all the time you need.

Credo Mutwa: Sir, it was an ordinary day, like any other day. It was a beautiful day in the eastern mountains of Zimbabwe, which are called Inyangani. These are mountains to the East of Zimbabwe.

Now, I had been instructed by my teacher to go and find a special herb which we were going to use in the healing of a certain initiate who was badly ill. And my teacher, a woman called Mrs. Moyo, was Ndebele, from Zimbabwe, once known as Rhodesia.

I was looking for this herb, and I was not thinking about anything, and I had no belief whatsoever in these creatures. I had never encountered them before, and although we African people believe in many things, I was mighty skeptical, even about certain entities that we believed in at that time, because I had never encountered anything like that before.

And all of a sudden, sir, I noticed that the temperature around me had dropped, although it was a very hot African day. I suddenly noticed that it was now cold and there was, what appeared to be, a bright blue mist swirling all around me, getting between me and the eastern landscape. I remember wondering, stupidly, what this thing meant, because I had just begun to dig one of the herbs I had found.

Suddenly, I found myself in a very strange place, a place that looked like a tunnel lined with metal. I had worked in mines before, and where I found myself appeared to be a mine tunnel which was lined with silver-greyish metal.

I was lying on what appeared to be a very heavy and very large working bench or a working table, sir. But yet, I was not chained to the table. I was just lying there and my trousers were missing, and so were the heavy boots that I always wore when I was out in the bush. And all of a sudden, in this strange, tunnel-like room, I saw what appeared to be dull, heady-looking, grey, dull-like creatures which were moving toward me.

There were lights in this place, but not lights as we know them. They seemed to be patches of glowing stuff. And there was something above the far entrance which looked like writing, that writing against the silver-grey surface, and these creatures were coming at me but I was hypnotized, just as if the witchcraft had been put upon my head.

But I watched the creatures as they were coming towards me. I didn’t know what they were. I was frightened, but I couldn’t move my arms or my legs. I just lay there like a goat on a sacrificial altar. And when the creatures came towards me, I felt fear inside me. They were short creatures, about the size of African Pigmy. They have very large heads, very thin arms, and very thin legs.

I noticed, sir, because I am an artist, a painter, that these creatures were built all wrong from an artist’s point of view. Their limbs were too long for their body, and their necks were very thin, and their heads were almost as large as full-grown watermelons. They had strange eyes, which looked like goggles of some kind. They had no noses, as we have, only small holes on either side of the raised area between their eyes. Their mouth had no lips, only thin cuts as if made by a razor.

And while I was looking at these creatures, sir, in amazed fascination, I felt something close to my head, about my head. And when I looked up, there was another creature, a slightly bigger one than the other, and it was standing above my head and was looking down at me.

I looked up into its eyes and I was totally hypnotized, and you know, I was spellbound. I looked into the thing’s eyes and I noticed that the creature wanted me to keep looking into his eyes. I looked and saw that, through these covers over their eyes, I could see the creature’s real eyes behind this black, goggle-like cover. It’s eyes were round, with straight pupils, like those of a cat. And the thing was not moving it’s head. It was breathing; I could see that. I could see little nostrils moving, closing and shutting, but sir, if anybody says to me that I smelled like that creature, really, I would konk him one on the face.


Martin: (Laughter)

Credo Mutwa: The creature smelled like nobody’s business. It had a strange smell, a throat-tightening, chemical smell, which smelled like rotten eggs, and also like hot copper [sulfur], a very strong smell.

And the creature saw me looking at it, and it looked down at me and, all of a sudden, I felt a terrible, awful pain on my left thigh, as if a sword had been driven into my left thigh. I screamed in pain, horrible, calling out for my mother, and the creature placed it’s hand over my mouth. You know, sir, it was like-if you want to know how that felt, please sir, take the leg of a chicken, a live chicken, and place it against your lips. That was how the creature’s hand felt upon my mouth.

It had thin, long fingers, which had more joints than my human fingers have. And the thumb was in the wrong place. Each one of the fingers ended in a black claw, almost like certain African birds. The thing was telling me to be quiet. And how long the pain went on, sir, I don’t know. I screamed and I screamed and I screamed, again.

And then, all of a sudden, something was pulled out of my flesh, and I looked down and saw my thigh covered with blood, and I saw that one of the creatures - there were four of them, other than the one standing over my head - they wore tight fitting overalls, which were silvery-grey in color, and their flesh resembled the flesh of certain types of fish that we find in the sea off South Africa. And the creature standing above my head appeared to be a female. It was somehow different than the others. It was taller, bigger, although it didn’t have breasts like a woman, it appeared to be feminine. And the others appeared to be afraid of it, I don’t know how I can describe this.

And then, while this terrible thing was going on, another of the creatures came up to me - it walked sideways, in a slightly jerking way, as if it was drunk - it walked up along the table, to my right side, and it stood next to the one standing above my head. And before I knew what was happening, this creature stuck something that was like a small, silver, ball-point pen with a cable at one end, it pushed this thing, coldly, into my right nostril.

Sir, the pain was out of this world. Blood splattered all over. I choked and tried to scream, but the blood got into my throat. It was a nightmare. Then, it pulled the thing out and I tried to fight and sit up.

The pain was terrible, but the other thing above my head placed it’s hand upon my forehead and kept me down with very little force. I was choking and trying to spit out the blood, and then I managed to turn my head to the right to spit out the blood, which I did, and then what the creatures did to me, sir, I don’t know.

All I do know is that the pain went away, and in place of the pain, strange visions flooded my head, visions of cities, some of which I recognized from my travels - but, cities which were half-destroyed, the buildings having their tops blown away, with windows like empty eye-sockets in a human skull. I saw these visions again and again. All the buildings that I saw were half-drowned in a reddish, muddish water.

It was as if there had been a flood and the buildings were sticking up out of this great flood, partly destroyed by a disaster of some kind, and it was a terrible sight.

And then, before I knew it, one of the creatures, the one standing next to my feet, drove something into my organ of manhood, but here there was no pain, just a violent irritation, as if I was making love to something or someone.

And then, when the creature withdrew the thing, which was like a small, black tube which it had forced into my organ of manhood, I did something which produced a strange result, and I did not do it intentionally. I think it was my bladder opened, and I urinated straight into the chest of the creature which had pulled the thing out of my organ.

And if I had shot the creature, it would never have reacted as it did. It jerked away and nearly fell, and then it recovered and staggered away like a drunken insect, and left the room. I don’t know whether my urine did it; I don’t know. But that is what happened.

Then, after a while, the other creatures went away, leaving me with a dull pain in my nostril, with blood on my thigh, and the table wet with urine. And the thing standing above my head had not moved. It just stood there with it’s right hand touching it’s left shoulder, in a strangely beautiful and feminine way. It stood there looking at me. There was no expression in its face. I never saw any of the creatures talk or make any sound of any kind. All I do know is that they appeared to be mute.

And then, out of somewhere there arrived two other creatures, one of which was made entirely out of metal. Even in my worst nightmares, I still see this creature. It was tall. It was big. And the area in which we were was too small for it. It walked with a slight stoop, moving forward, and it was definitely not a living thing. It was a metal creature, a robot of some kind. And it came and it stood near my feet, its whole body clumsily bent, looking down at me. There was no mouth. There was no nose. There were just two bright eyes, which seemed to change color, and seemed to move somehow, like the crackling of an electrical device.

And then, behind this huge, bent creature, came a creature which surprised me. It was very, very, very, very swollen, sir, in appearance. It had pink skin. It had a blondish, very human body. It had very bright, blue, slanting eyes. It had hair which looked like nylon fiber of some kind. It had high cheek-bones and an almost human mouth, with full lips and a small, pointed chin. The creature, sir, was definitely a female but like an artist and a painter, which I am, and also a sculptor, I noticed that the creature was totally out of proportion. It was wrong.

First, its breasts were thin and pointed, and set too high upon its chest, not where a normal woman’s breasts would be. Its body was powerful, almost fat, but its legs were too short and its arms were too short in proportion to the rest of its body. And it came towards me, looked down at me, and before I knew what it was doing, somehow it mated with me. It was a horrible experience, sir, even worse than what had been done to me before. But even now, the trauma of that day had affected my life even now, exactly 40 years later.

And after that, when the creatures had gone, leaving only the one creature which had been standing about my head, the creature standing about my head shook me by the hair, it gripped me by the head and forced me to stand off the table and to get off the table. I did that, and such was the state that I was in, that I fell onto my knees and hands, onto the floor.

And I noticed that that floor was strange. It had moving patterns in it, which kept on changing and shifting-purple, red, and greenish patterns, on a metal-grey background. And the creature pulled me by the hair, again, forcing me to stand up, and it pushed me roughly and made me follow it.

Sir, it would take too long for me to describe what I saw in that strange place, as the creature pushed me, roughly, from room to room. Even now my mind can’t grasp what it was that I saw. Amongst many things that I saw were huge cylindrical objects, made of what appeared to be glass of some kind. And in these object, cylinders, which reached from the roof to the floor of the place we were going through, was what appeared to be a sort of a greyish-pink liquid. And in this liquid I saw small editions of the alien creatures floating round and round, like disgusting little frogs, inside this liquid.

I couldn’t understand what it was that I was being shown. But then, in the last room I was led through, I saw people, and other strange creatures, which, even now, my mind can’t make head or sense out of, lying on the table.

And I passed a White man, a real White man, who smelled like a human being, was smelling of sweat, urine, excrement, and fear. This White man was lying on a table like the one I had been lying on, and I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine as I went by.

And then I found myself out in the bush. I found that my trousers were missing. There was a terrible pain in my left thigh. There was a pain in my penis which was starting to swell, and when I tried to pass water, the pain was excruciating. I took off my shirt and I used it as a loin-cloth and I walked through the bush.

I first met a group of young Rhodesian Black people who guided me to my teacher’s village. And when I arrived outside that village, I smelled so horribly that every dog in the village came yapping and snarling to tear me to pieces. And it was only my teacher and her other students and the villagers who saved me on that day. My teacher and the villagers were not at all surprised by what I had to tell them. They accepted it, sir. They said to me that what had happened to me had happened to many other people before, and that I was lucky to return alive, because many people have disappeared in that part of the land, never to be seen again - White people, Black people, and so on.

Sir, I’m cutting a very long story short. In the year following, 1960, I was delivering parcels in the city of Johannesburg. You see, I was working in a curio shop, when a White man shouted at me to stop.

I assumed that the White man was a secret policeman who wanted to look into my identity documents. And when I tried to produce the documents, he told me, angrily, that he didn’t want to see my stinking documents.

Sir, he asked me this question: “Listen, where the hell have I seen you before? Who are you?”

I said, “I am nobody, sir; I am just a working man.”

He said, “Don’t bullshit me, man; who the hell are you? Where did I see you before?”

And then I looked at him. I recognized him - his long, straggly, golden-brown hair, his ridiculous mustache and beard. I remembered him - his blue eyes blood-shot and naked-terror, shining upon his eyes, and his skin as pale as that of a goat.

I said, “Meneer”, which is the African’s way. “Meneer - I saw you in Rhodesia in a certain place underground.” And if I had hit that White man with my fist, he wouldn’t have reacted the way he did, sir. He turned away and walked with a terrible expression, and he disappeared on the other side of the street.

Now, roughly, this is what happened to me, sir, but it is not a unique experience at all.

Since that time I met many, many, many people who have had the identical experience that I said, and most of them were traditional Black men and women who can neither read nor write. They were coming to me to seek my help as a shaman, but I was, myself, looking for somebody wiser than I to tell me what had happened to me, exactly. Because, sir, when I get caught by the Mantindane, you become so traumatized, your life becomes so changed, you become so embarrassed and ashamed of yourself, you develop a self-hatred which you cannot understand, and there are subtle changes in your life which make no sense to you.

One: You develop a strange love for humankind. You want to shake everybody by the shoulders and say, “Hey, wake-up people; we are not alone. I know we are not alone!”

And, you develop a feeling that your life is no longer your own; and furthermore, you become compelled with a strange edge to move from place to place, to travel. You become worried about the future; you become worried about people.

And another thing, sir, which I hoped one day you would send people to me to see for their own self: you develop knowledge which doesn’t belong to you. You develop an understanding of space, an understanding of time and creation which makes no sense to you as a human being - it is a state, after your terrible torture, after substances have been removed from you, some kind of exchange takes place where you suddenly know things that the Mantindane would know, which ordinary human beings do not know.

But, sir, I know that this sharing of God often happens even when for example, at one time, in 1966, in South Africa, sir, I was arrested and rather savagely interrogated by the security police. It was that time when every Black intellectual, no matter who he or she was, had a visit from these really nasty guys, who put you to torture, sometimes, who used to put electrical devices on you, and ask you questions, and so on.

Sometimes, when these “human beings” were torturing you, you often used to sense what they were thinking. Somehow, when you are being tortured by human beings, not by Mantindane only, there is a transference of thought. For example, when a particularly nasty secret policeman was coming to beat you, you KNEW what he was thinking, even before he burst into the room in which you were held. You knew that he was coming, and you knew exactly what he was thinking and what he intended to do to you.

So, this is why I say the strange things that flood my mind. And what flooded my mind on that day were visions from the mind of the Mantindane.

Since that time - I am a man of only very limited education - I found it hard to speak, let alone to write English. I take long to say things which people of better English would say in few words. But, my hands are capable of making things which nobody ever taught me.

I make engines, rocket engines that actually work. I make guns, of any type I wish, and all people who know me will tell you this and, Mr. David Icke, sir, might show you pictures of what I’ve done around my new home. I have made large robots out of scrap iron, and some of these robots are going to work. I don’t know where I acquired this knowledge from. And since that terrible day, the visions I have seen since I was a child, and the ordinary impressions which I have as a shaman, have grown much more intense.

I don’t know why, and I want to know the reason why. But I can tell you, sir, that these creatures, which people wrongly call aliens, are not aliens at all.

Over many years of looking into this thing, trying to understand it, I can tell you this: that the Mantindane, and the other kinds of alien beings that our people know about, are sexually compatible with human beings. The Mantindane are capable of impregnating African women.

And I have come across many cases of this during the last 30 years or so. For example, according to our culture, abortion is regarded as worse than murder. And if a tribal woman from a rural area in South Africa is found to be pregnant by some unknown person, and then her pregnancy disappears, that, sir, relative to that woman, accuses her of having committed abortion, and yet she denies this, of course.

And because of the fight that results between her and her relatives, the husband’s relatives, then she challenges these people who are accusing her to take her to a sangoma; that is a person like myself. The sangoma will sometimes examine the woman and, if the sangoma finds that the woman had been pregnant, and had somehow had her fetus removed - a thing which, when it is done by the Mantindane, results in specific injuries to the woman which anyone with experience can recognize - then, the sangoma knows that the woman is telling the truth.

Also, the smell which clings to people who have been through the hands of the Mantindane, that meticulous man which is unforgettable, always clings to all women who have been impregnated by the Mantindane, no matter how much perfume or powder they try to use.

So, that is why many such cases land on the doorstep of my life. Sangomas bring such people to me in large numbers, because they think I am the best one to help in such problems.

So, in the last 40 years or so, I have received many women who have actually been impregnated by the Mantindane and their pregnancies mysteriously terminated, leaving the woman feeling defiled, feeling guilty, and rejected by her family. It becomes my duty to convince the family of the woman’s innocence, to try and heal the terrible spiritual and mental, as well as physical-trauma that the woman has undergone, and to otherwise help her and her members of the family, and forget what happened.

No, sir; if these aliens are from a far away planet, why are they able to impregnate women? And why did that strange creature, which was naked, with red pubic hair, which climbed over me on that working table, why did it have an organ which, though slightly different from that of a normal woman, was still a recognizable female organ?

The creature’s organ was in the wrong place. It was slightly more in the front, where that of normal woman is between the legs. But it was recognizable, and it looked like a female organ. It had hair like a woman’s organ.

So, sir, I believe that these so-called aliens don’t come from far away at all. I believe that they are here with us, and I believe that they need substances from us, just as some of us human beings use certain things from wild animals, such as monkey glands, for certain selfish purposes of our own.

I believe, sir, that we should study this dangerous phenomenon very, very, clearly and with objective minds.

Far too many people fall into the temptation of looking upon these “aliens” as supernatural creatures. They are just solid creatures, sir. They are like us; and, furthermore, I’m going to make a statement here which will come as a surprise: the Grey aliens, sir, are edible. Surprised?


Martin: Please continue.

Credo Mutwa: I said, sir, the Grey aliens are edible.


Martin: Yes, I heard that and I’m anxious to....

Credo Mutwa: Their flesh is protein, just as animal flesh on Earth is, but, anyone who ingests Grey alien flesh comes very, very close to death. I nearly did.

You see, in Lesotho there is a mountain called Laribe; it is called the Crying Stone mountain. On several occasions, in the last 50 years or so, alien craft have crashed against this mountain.

And one last incident was reported in the newspapers not so long ago. An African who believes that these creatures are gods, when they find the corpse of a dead Grey alien, they take it, put it in a bag, and drag it into the bush, where they dismember it and ritually eat it. But some of them die as a result of ingesting that thing.

About a year before I had the experience from the Inyangani Mountains, I had been given, by a friend of mine in Lesotho, flesh from what he called a sky god. I was skeptical.

He gave me a small lump of grey, rather dry stuff, which he said was the flesh. And he and I and his wife ritually ate this thing, one night. After we had eaten this thing, sir, on the following day, exactly, our bodies erupted into a rash which was like nothing I had experienced in my life before.

Our bodies were so full of the rash and urticaria, it was as if we had small pox. We itched, the itching was horrible, especially under the arm-pits and between the legs, and the buttocks. Our tongues began to swell. We could not breathe. And for a number of days, my friend, his wife and I were totally helpless, secretly attended by initiates who were studying under my friend, who was a shaman.

I came very close to death. There was bleeding from nearly every orifice in our body. We passed blood, much blood when we went to the toilet. We could barely walk, barely breathe. And after about 4 or 5 days, the rash subsided, then the pealing of the skin took its place now. Our skins began to peal, in scales like that of a snake shedding it’s skin.

Sir, it was one of the most terrible experiences I had undergone. In fact, when I began to feel better, I think that my being abducted by the Mantindane was the direct result of my having ingested flesh from one of these creatures. I had not believed that what my friend was giving me was flesh from a creature. I assumed it was some kind of root or herb or whatever. But, afterwards, I recalled the taste of the thing. It had a coppery taste, and had the same type of smell that I was to encounter in 1959.

And, after the rash went down - while I was still peeling and we were smeared from head to foot with coconut oil by the initiates, every day - a strange change came over us, sir, which I am asking all people of knowledge who would read this in your country to try and explain to me. We went crazy, sir, utterly crazy.

We started laughing like real loony tunes. It was ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, day after day-for the slightest things we started laughing our heads off, for hours, until you were nearly exhausted.

And then the laughing went away; and then a strange thing happened, a thing which my friend said was the goal which those who ate the flesh of a Mantindane wanted to achieve.

It was as if we had ingested a strange substance, a drug, a drug like no other on this Earth. Suddenly, our feelings were heightened.

When you drank water, it was as if you had drunk a wine of some kind. Water became as delicious as a man-made drink. Food began to taste amazingly. Every feeling was heightened, and it’s indescribable - it was as if I was one with the very heart of the universe. I cannot describe it any other way.

And this feeling of amazing intensity of feeling lasted for over 2 months. When I listened to music, it was as if there was music behind the music, behind the music. When I painted pictures - which is what I do for a living - and when I was holding a particular color on the tip of my brush, it was as if there were other colors in that color. It was an indescribable thing, sir. Even now I cannot describe it. But let me now, sir, go to something else.

The Mantindane are not the only alien beings that we Africans have seen and know about, and have got stories to tell about.

Many, many, many centuries ago, before the first White-man came to Africa, we African people encountered a race of alien beings which looked exactly like the European White-man who were going to invade Africa in our future.

These alien creatures are tall. Some of them are rather well built, like athletes, and they have slightly slanting blue eyes and high cheek-bones. And they have got golden hair, and they look exactly like the Europeans of today, with one exception: their fingers are beautifully made, long and like those of musicians and artists.

Now, these creatures came to Africa out of the sky, in craft which looked like the boomerang of the Australian people. Now, when one of these craft comes down to land, it creates a whirlwind of dust, which makes a very large sound indeed, like that of a tornado. In the language of some African tribes, a whirlwind is zungar-uzungo.

Now, our people gave several names to these White-skinned aliens. They called them Wazungu, a word which loosely means “god” but literally means “people of the dust-devil or the whirlwind”.

And, our people were familiar with these Wazungu from the start. They saw them, and they saw that some-in fact, many-of these Wazungu carry what appears to be a sphere made of crystal or glass, a sphere which they always playfully bounce like a ball in their hands. And when a force of warriors tries to capture a Wazungu, the Wazungu throws this ball into the air, catches it in his hands, and then disappears.

But, some Wazungu were captured by Africans in the past and forcibly kept prisoner in the villages of chiefs, and in the caves of shamans. The person who had captured the Muzungu, as he is called in singular, had to make sure that he kept the glass-globe well-hidden from the Wazungu. So long as he kept the globe hostage, the Muzungu could not escape.

And when Africans saw the real Europeans, the White men from Europe, they transferred to them the name Wazungu. Before we met the people from Europe, we Africans, we had met White-skinned Wazungu, and we transferred the name Wazungu to the real Europeans, from the aliens.

Now, in the Zulu language, we call a White man Umlungu. Now, the word Umlungu means exactly the same as Wazungu, “a god or a creature which creates a big whirlwind underground”.

In Zaire, called now the Democratic Republic of the Congo, White people are called Watende or Walende. This, again, means “a god or a White creature”. And, the word Watende not only is used to refer to the pink-skinned alien, but is also used to refer to the field Chitauli. In Zaire, when shamans talk fearfully about the lords who control the Earth, they refer to them not as Chitauli, but they refer to them euphemistically as Watende-wa-muinda - that is, “the White creature which carries a light” because at night the Chitauli’s forehead eyes glow like red lights in the dense bush. They glow like the rear lights of an automobile in the dense bush. So, a Watende-wa-muinda “the White creature of the light”, that is what the Chitauli are called in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

There are over 24 other alien creatures, sir, that we Africans know about, but I will tell you briefly, now, about only two.

Sir, in the country called Zimbabwe, where I had my encounter in 1959, there is also another creature. This is the most amazing creature, and I saw it once, and so did several other people, some Black and some White, who were with me. This creature is a huge creature, and shaped exactly like a gorilla, but it is unlike a gorilla, which often walks on its feet, as well as on its knuckles. The creature I’m talking about, sir, stands about 8 feet or 9 feet high, and is built exactly like a gorilla, but its body is very powerful. Its shoulders are very wide, it’s neck is very thick. It is covered with thick, rough fur, like no other wild animal in Africa.

It is a humanoid creature, with thighs and legs and feet, as well as arms and hands which look exactly like those of a human being, only covered with a heavy mat of dark-brown fur. This creature, sir, is known as Ogo by the people of Zimbabwe. And schools of people have seen this creature, hundreds over the many generations. Some of these creatures have been seen right here in South Africa, in isolated bushy and mountainous places. And these Ogo are, detail for detail, exactly like what the Native American people of the Northwestern United States call a Sasquatch or Bigfoot.

In fact, I say it is the same creature and we have it right here in southern Africa. It is also exactly the same creature, but with a totally different skin color, as the one that is seen by the people of Nepal on the slopes of the Himalaya mountains, the creature that is called a Yeti.

Now, then, the last creature, sir, a creature which is so well known in South Africa, and elsewhere in Africa, that if you mention its name, people smile. It is called a Tokoloshe. Every African knows what a Tokoloshe is. Some call it Tikoloshe.

It looks like a very nasty looking teddy-bear in appearance, in that it’s head is like that of a teddy-bear, but it has got a thick, sharp, bony ridge on top of its head. The ridge goes from above its forehead to the back of its head, and with this ridge it can knock down an ox by butting it with its head.

This creature causes the Black people in certain places to raise their beds on bricks, one brick laid on top of the other one, about 3 feet above the ground. And you find this all over South Africa. This Tokoloshe likes to play with children, and has been seen hundreds of times by school children, in various parts of South Africa, even in recent times.

Sometimes it will terrorize children by scratching them as they sleep, leaving long, parallel scratches on a child’s back and upon a child’s thighs, scratches that become infected and itch terribly.

About two years ago, a creature like this terrorized a whole school of children in Soweto, near Johannesburg. And the school children called it pinky-pinky. Now, this creature is not only known in South Africa amongst Black people, it is also known, sir, amongst Polynesian people of Hawaii, and other islands in the Pacific. These people lift their huts, their grass houses, on stilts, to the height exactly that Africans lift their bed. When you ask a Polynesian, “Why do you built your huts like this?” The Polynesian will say, “We want to protect ourselves from Tiki.”

Now, this is interesting, sir that a creature exactly like the one seen in South Africa is also seen on some Pacific islands, and the name by which it is known in the Pacific, Tiki, is very close to the African word Tikiloshe, or Tokoloshe.

One day I hope to share more of this information with your readers, but my appeal, again, is this: Please investigate! Please, let us investigate! Let us stop being too skeptical. Excessive skepticism is just as dangerous and as evil as gullibility.

Nobody can tell me that aliens don’t exist. Let someone tell me, what is the meaning of this hole in my side? Let someone tell me, why is it that after I had been mated to that strange creature, in that strange place, my organ of manhood swelled horribly, and for many years after that I couldn’t make love to an ordinary woman, properly. Why? If that was a figment of my imagination, how can a figment of one’s imagination leave you with scars and cracks on your male organ, some of which have not healed to this date? Let such people answer me that question.

We must investigate, sir, because there is every sign that the alien creatures sharing this planet with us are getting desperate. Why? Because, you see, there is a great fight shaping up, and anyone who thinks deeply about such things can see this fight coming.

What am I talking about? Sir, until 30 or 40 years ago, very few people cared about the environment. Very few people were concerned about the destruction of the rain forests in Africa and elsewhere. Very few people were concerned when White hunters, who, at that time were regarded as heroes, massacred Africa’s animals in the thousands. Very few people were concerned when the great nations of the world, such as the United States, Russia, Britain, and France, openly tested nuclear weapons in many parts of the world.

Today there are people who would spit at a big-game hunter if he showed himself in a hotel and announced what he was. Today a big-game hunter is no longer looked upon as a hero, but rather as a murderer. Today there are men and women, Black and White, who are prepared to risk their lives to save trees, to save animals, and to stop the insanity of testing nuclear weapons.

Sir, what does this tell you? It tells you that, after many thousands of years of being dominated by alien creatures, human beings are starting to fight back. Human beings are starting to care about the world in which they live and in which they find themselves. But, the aliens, the Chitauli, the Mantindane - call them what you will - are not going to take that lying down. They are going to punish us, as they did centuries before.

The aliens once destroyed a nation whose name has come down to us Africans as the nation of Amariri. It is said that the kings of Amariri, this fabulous country which we believed lay beyond the setting of the Sun, were refusing to do what the Chitauli were telling them to do.

The kings, at that time, were refusing to sacrifice their children to the Chitauli. They were refusing to make war on fellow human-beings, in order to sustain the Chitauli, with their god’s image.

It is said that the Chitauli brought down a fire from Heaven. They took fire from the Sun itself and they used it to burn that great civilization away. They caused earthquakes and tidal waves and destroyed the great civilization of the Red people of the long green hair, who are said to have been the first people ever to be created on this Earth. It is said that the Chitauli allowed only a few surviving people to escape the destruction of Amariri, and that they are prepared to do this again in the very near future.

I’m worried about what is going to happen in other countries in the world. All these earthquakes, which have caused the destruction of human life in the Middle East and in parts of Africa and India, why does my heart feel frightened when I read about all this? These earthquakes are happening with unnatural regularity now, in Egypt, in Armenia, and one of these earthquakes was so powerful, it went right through the planet Earth and caused a very sacred rock in Namibia, a rock known as the Finger of God, which has been standing for tens of thousands of years, to collapse in a heap of rubble. And when that rock collapsed, I received many worried letters from sangomas who believed that because this rock had fallen, then the end of the world was very, very near.

Is there a question, please?


Martin: I read your poem, your pledge. In your pledge you mention the name Jabulon. Can you explain who that is?

Credo Mutwa: Jabulon, sir, is a very strange god. He is supposed to be the leader of the Chitauli. He is a god, to my great surprise, which I find certain groups of White people, especially, worshipping. We have known about Jabulon for many, many centuries, we Black people. But I am surprised that there are White people who worship this god, and these people, amongst them are people whom many have blamed for all the things that have happened on this Earth, namely, the Freemason people. We believe that Jabulon is the leader of the Chitauli. He is the Old One. And one of his names, in the African language, sir, is Umbaba-Samahongo - “the lord king, the great father of the terrible eyes” - because we believe that Jabulon has got one eye which, if he opens it, you die if he looks at you.

It is said, sir, the Umbaba ran away from an eastern land during a power struggle with one of his sons, and he took refuge in Central Africa, where he hides in a cave, deep underground. And it is an amazing thing, sir, it is said that under the Mountains of the Moon in Zaire is this great city of copper, of many thousands of shining buildings. There dwells the god Umbaba or Jabulon. And this god is waiting for the day when the surface of the Earth will be cleared of human beings so that he, and his children, the Chitauli, can come out and enjoy the heat of the Sun.

And, one day, sir, I had a very unexpected visit while I was living in Soweto, near Johannesburg. I was visited by priests from Tibet.

One of these priests, I’m sure you have met him or you know of him. His name is Akyong Rinpochce. He is one of the leading Tibetan priests in England who was exiled with the Dalai Lama, and he visited me one day while I was in my medicinal village in Soweto. And one of the things that Akyong Rinpochce asked me was, “Do I know of a secret city which is somewhere in Africa, a city made of copper?”

I said, “But, Akyong, you are describing the city of Umbaba, the city of the unseen god, the god who hides underground. How do you know about this?” And Akyong Rinpochce, who is a very serious investigator of strange phenomena, told me that at one time the great Lama left Tibet with a group of followers and came to Africa searching for this city. And the Lama, and his followers, were never seen again. They never returned back to Tibet.

Now, sir, we have got stories in central and southern Africa about little Yellow men who came to Africa looking for the city of Umbaba, the city from which you cannot return alive. What is amazing, sir - I don’t know whether this falls within the orbit of your newspaper, but - there are very, very disturbing stories which I have followed-up here in South Africa, stories which make no sense to me.

(Break for a few minutes.)

Credo Mutwa: Hello.


Martin: Yes, Credo. May I just say that I am very appreciative of your taking this time to talk with me, and I realize it’s difficult.

Credo Mutwa: I appreciate the honor that you are doing me, much more than you realize. And I know how White people often treat anyone who talks on the subject that I am talking about, as weird.

Sir, I really shouldn’t be exposing myself to public ridicule, as I am, but, our people ARE DYING! Not only do we have problems with drugs in southern Africa, not only do we have problems with crime in my country, which is getting a thousand times more vicious than it ever was before, not only do we have problems with AIDS, sir, but we also have got weird problems which often come our way-problems which, when you study them together, show you that something unearthly is going on in southern Africa. Can I share this thing with you, sir?


Martin: Yes, please.

Credo Mutwa: Sir, according to my culture it is very rude for one man simply to talk to another man without giving that other man the chance to talk back to him. So, out of respect of your paper and of you, I would like to ask you, in your country, the United States, do you have strange stories about underground structures which are built-because we are having similar stories in South Africa, and with us they are having very strange results, indeed.


Martin: Yes, there are many stories of underground - we call them underground bases, actually, and, in fact, in the newspaper I was associated with earlier, we published an entire edition on exposing the locations of those underground bases. Not only that....

Credo Mutwa: There is exactly the same thing here in South Africa, and there has been for a number of years. I was able to confirm one to my own satisfaction, but I have failed to confirm others. You see, sir, a man like me, who walks two worlds - the African mystical world, as well as the modern, down-to-Earth world - must be careful of what he says. But, about 5 years ago, I was living in the little town of Masikeng, a very historical town which was the site of a famous siege by the Boors, in the war of 1899-1902.

It was in this town, sir, that the Scout movement, the Boy Scout movement, was founded by Captain Powell. I’m sure you’ve heard about him. But, while I was living in Masinkeng, a number of people came to me, ordinary tribesmen and women, sir, some of them totally illiterate. These people complained to me that their relatives had mysteriously disappeared. They wanted me to divine where their relatives have gone to. And, I asked these people, all of whom did not know each other, where did your relatives disappear?

These people had told me an incredible story, and it was this: Not far from Masikeng there is a famous place which I’m sure you have heard about, a place which we call the Las Vegas of South Africa. This is the famous casino/hotel complex called Sun City.


Martin: Yes.

Credo Mutwa: I was told that under Sun City strange mining operations were in progress, deep underground, and that many of the Africans who worked in those mines disappeared and never returned home again, although their paychecks kept on being sent to their family. The men never returned home, as ordinary miners do.

Now, I looked into this phenomenon, sir, and, like a fool, I refused to believe it. And then more stories came my way, because when an African is in deep trouble, he or she always looks for a sangoma to find the reason behind the trouble.

Sir, the other story was this, and this one I found to be a shocking truth, that there was construction across the border from South Africa, in the land known as Botswana. There, the Americans were working with African labor, who had been sworn to secrecy. The Americans were building there a secret airport which can take modern jet fighters. Now, I couldn’t believe this. Again, I was told that many had mysteriously disappeared there-ordinary tribesmen, sir, not even educated Black people; ordinary workers have gone missing. And when their relatives try to find out where they had gone, they are met with stone-cold silence.

Now, I wanted to have a look at this thing, and one thing that made me act was that a strange story swept through South Africa, that a South African jet aircraft, a jet fighter, had shot down a flying saucer. And the jet fighter had been scrambled from this secret base.

Now, sir, I decided to investigate because my credibility as a shaman and as a sangoma was at stake. I went to Botswana. It was very easy. You can still cross through the wire and get into that country. The borders are not as heavily sealed in certain places as many people would think.

I went there with some friends and I found that there was such a base in Botswana, not underground, but on the surface. It is an aircraft base, but Black people are afraid of even being seen near there because it is said that you will disappear if you get too close to the place, and the man who took us there didn’t want to come near that place. I studied it from far away, and it does exist, and the man said if we got any nearer to the place, we would disappear. Which is a very odd thing, sir, because there are many military bases all over South Africa, and in Botswana, but this particular one fills the local people with deep terror. Why this would be so, I’m still struggling to find out, even now, because there are too many strange things going on in my country, and they are affecting the lives of many of our people very badly indeed.

Now, there is another thing, sir: It is that one of the things that the Chitauli like to do in their underground caves, where many fires are always kept ablaze, we are told, is that when a Chitauli gets sick and starts to lose a large area of skin on his body, it is said that there is a disease that the Chitauli suffer from which causes them to lose large areas of their skin, leaving only raw flesh.

When the Chitauli gets sick this way, a young girl, a virgin, is usually kidnapped by the servant of the Chitauli and is brought to the underground place. There the girl is bound, hand and foot, and wrapped in a golden blanket, and is forced to lie next to the Chitauli, the sick Chitauli, week after week, being well fed and well cared for, but kept bound hand and foot, and only released at certain times to relieve herself. It is said that after the sick Chitauli shows signs of getting better, then the human girl is manipulated into trying to escape. She is given a chance to escape, a chance which is really not a chance. Then, when the girl escapes, she runs, but she is pursued over a long distance underground by flying creatures which are made of metal, and she is recaptured when she reaches the height of fear and exhaustion.

Then she is laid on an altar, usually a rough rock, flat on top. Then, she is cruelly sacrificed, sir, and her blood is drunk by the sick Chitauli, which then recovers. But, the girl must not be sacrificed until she is very, very, very frightened, because if she is not frightened, it is said that her blood will not save the sick Chitauli. It must be the blood of a very frightened human being, indeed.

Now, this habit of chasing a victim was also practiced by ordinary African cannibals, sir. In Zulu-land, in the last century, there were cannibals who used to eat people, and their descendants, even today, will tell you, if they trust you, that the flesh of the human being who has been frightened and made to run over a great distance, while trying to escape, tastes far better than the flesh of someone who was simply killed.

Now, sir, some time ago here in South Africa - and it is still an ongoing process - 5 White girls disappeared. They were school-girls, sir. These school-girls were, every one of them, a highly talented child - either a child who showed signs of developing spiritual power, or a child who was a leader of her class in one particular thought or subject of learning. Five such children disappeared in South Africa. It was a very big story in the newspaper and, at one time, White people came to me and persuaded me to try and trace these children.

And one day a White man brought to me a rubber toy belonging to a White child who had disappeared. And I took the rubber toy in my hands and I noticed that the creature’s eyes appeared to move. It was as if the rubber toy, a toy dinosaur, was about to burst into tears. I felt very bad, as if I could stand up and run away.

And then I told this White man,

“Listen to me: The child who held this toy is dead. What are you trying to do to me? This child is dead. I feel it.”

And the White man, who was a television producer, took the toy, the school books, and the jersey, and he went away. And, sure enough, the White school child was found dead, buried in a shallow grave next to a road.

Now, other people came to me asking for my help in finding their missing children. Are they dead? Are they alive? Before I could do anything, sir - at that time I still had a telephone in my home - my telephone started ringing and people with very angry voices, White people voices, shouted at me and told me to stop helping those people. They told me that if I don’t stop, acid would be thrown into my wife’s face, and that my children would be murdered, one after the other.

And, sure enough, sure enough, my youngest son was brutally stabbed, almost to death, one day, by mysterious people whom his friends later told me had been White-skinned people. And so, I stopped, sir.

I am told, reliably, that over 1,000 children disappear in South Africa, almost every month. And they disappear, never to be seen again. Many people, especially in the newspaper field, think that this is the result of child prostitution rackets. But I do not think so. The children - if you check the history of many of these children, they were not ordinary street children, sir. They are school children who stand out in their class, because of certain subjects at which they are good, or, who stand out in their class because of thoughts which they are good at.

Not only that, sir, but ordinary women have disappeared this way, in Masikeng, also, at more or less the same time that the 5 White children disappeared. In Masikeng, two Black school teachers, female school teachers, disappeared in their car and were never seen again. But I don’t want to burden you, sir, with this terrible story.

But let me tell you one last thing: After the disappearance of the 5 White school children, the police arrested a priest, a reverend of the White Reform Church, Reverend Van Rooyen. It was said that it was Van Rooyen who was responsible for the disappearance of these poor White school kids. And, he had been assisted by his girlfriend, who hand-picked these children. Before Van Rooyen could appear in court, a very strange thing happened. He and his girlfriend were shot in their little vehicle, a little 4x4 truck. And, after they had been shot, the truck managed to come to a stop - a thing that a moving truck never does - and I was told, afterwards, by a White woman who knew Van Rooyen, that Van Rooyen and his woman had not committed this crime as the police had said to the newspapers.

They had actually been murdered. Why? Because Van Rooyen was found with a gunshot wound in his right temple, and yet, all of the people who knew him knew that he had been a left-handed man. So, who murdered Van Rooyen and his woman? It is one of the biggest and the ugliest mysteries in South Africa to date.

There is more, much more along these lines, but I won’t waste your time with it.


Martin: When we were talking about the Greys, you talked about the Chitauli. You had described them, the reptilians - now correct me if I’m wrong - were you describing them as tall, thin, large-headed, large-eyed beings?

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir. They are tall. They walk with a - you see, the Grey aliens walk with a jerking motion, sir, as if there is something wrong with their legs. But, the Chitauli walk very gracefully, like trees gently swaying in the wind.

They are tall. They have large heads. Some of them have got horns all around their heads. Now, let me express amazement, there exists - that in one of the films that recently appeared in South Africa, a Star Wars film, the latest one, shows a character EXACTLY like a Chitauli, exactly! It’s got horns all around it’s head. These are the warrior Chitauli.

The royal Chitauli have got no horns around their head, but have got a darker ridge reaching from above their forehead to their back. They are very graceful creatures, we are told, sir, but they have got - their little finger is a claw which is a very sharp, straight claw, which they use to punch into human noses, in order to drink human brains in one of their rituals.


Martin: Now, are they fair skinned?

Credo Mutwa: They are not pink skinned. They are white-skinned, like paper, almost like certain types of cardboard. Their skin is like that, it is the skin, definitely, of scaly, reptile-like creatures. Their foreheads are very large, bulging, and they look highly, highly intelligent.


Martin: Now, it’s been said - I’ve heard that these beings are very controlling and they thrive on “divide and conquer”.

Credo Mutwa: Yes, they do, sir. They set human being against human being. I could give you many amusing examples, using some African language, how the Chitauli are said to have divided human beings. They like - do you know who they like, sir? They like religious fanatics.


Martin: (Laughter)

Credo Mutwa: Ones who are burdened by too much religion are very popular with the Chitauli.


Martin: Well, now, I can’t help but wonder if the Chitauli are prevalent in the United States because of the large number of underground bases. In the United States, alone, the numbers of missing children are so astronomically high that the White-slave trade does not answer those questions.

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir, I agree. But, I’m sorry, sir, I feel that it is in Africa that something very funny is designed to happen. Let me tell you what happened to me, recently, sir. We still have a little time. I won’t be long, one minute or less.


Martin: No, no - that’s fine.

Credo Mutwa: When I started talking to Mr. David Icke, and it was (when) Mr. Icke started speaking about me in Cape Town, I received a visit from 3 White people who pretended to be from South America. These people told me that something is going to happen on the 9th of this month, on 9-9-99. They said that this was going to happen in Lake Titicaca, a place which I once visited about 2 years ago.


Martin: A very special place.

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir. And then, these people told me, when we were speaking - these people, sir, speaking through an interpreter - told me that Africa is the country where something is going to happen soon which will decide the fate of all humankind.

And then, we parted on very friendly words, sir, but these people had left me a letter which I did not open until a few hours after they had left. And in this letter was written that I should not attend David Icke’s talk, and that a strange person called Alia Czar was watching me. I don’t know who Alia Czar is.

And they said to me - these people had said to me when we met - that they were under a great lord called Melchizedek. And, after I’d read this threatening letter, which threatened that if I talked, my wife, who is sick of cancer in hospital, is going to die if I talked. Then, I began to wonder. Who were these people?

Then, because I’ve been to South America before, I found that the Spanish language with which they were speaking was different from the language, the Spanish which is spoken in South America. These people were using Spanish from Spain, and not the slightly weakened Spanish from South America.

Even now, sir, that threat is still hanging over my head and, may I point out, sir, a strange thing which whoever you will send to me one day will see for themselves: my wife is sick of cancer in the hospital, which is the largest hospital in South Africa, sir. And in one of the x-rays taken of my wife’s womb, a strange metal device was seen - of a kind which has puzzled doctors. I spoke to my wife. I asked her, “Who put this object, which the x-rays have seen, in her womb.”

My wife said nobody had ever touched her, and nobody had ever inserted anything into her. But this artifact, sir, which is clearly marked in the x-ray, and is clearly indicated with an arrow, is first seen in one x-ray plate, disappears for the next 2 plates, and is seen on the 4th plate again. I’ve been wondering very, very much about this.

No matter what we may think, sir, there are strange things going on in this world and they require an agent, investigation, and explanation. What is this strange device, which the doctors cannot identify, doing inside the uterus of a 65-year-old woman? My wife is suffering, and I can lose her at any time now, because I can’t even get her out of hospital. Who put this device in her uterus, and why? I will never know the answer, not in this world.


Martin: I’m very sorry to hear about your wife having cancer. I just lost my mother last year to cancer and I know that is a very painful struggle.

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir, it is.


Martin: So, I am very sorry that you are going through that.

Credo Mutwa: Through the training as a Zulu step-son warrior, we have got something like the Japanese Samuri which we call the Kaway, which is a Sun warrior. When a Sun warrior, who is trained like I am, undergoes a terrible experience, he must channel the pain caused by that experience into cold, battle anger, in order to overcome the grief he feels.

And, at this moment, sir, I am aggrieved about what is happening in my country; about what’s happening to my people; about what’s happening to my wife, who is also my half-sister. You see, ours is what was called a sacred marriage between a man, a sanusi, a shaman, and his half-sister. And, the wife I’m about to lose is my half-sister. Our father is one man, although our mothers were different.

You know, sir, I feel a cold rage that Africa is being destroyed. I feel, sir, a cold rage that my people are being destroyed by forces which, when you study them, you find are totally alien. And, here, let me share with you, sir, one last thing, please, which will make your readers understand why I am feeling what I am feeling now.

As you know, sir, there is AIDS going like a silent fire through South Africa. And, last year, I found, to my horror, that one of my six children, my 21-year-old daughter, is HIV positive. Sir, I feel a cold rage in my heart that we are allowing an alien disease that came from we know not where, a disease which anyone, with any thought, realizes was manufactured somewhere in order to destroy large swaths of humankind.

When I look into my daughter’s eyes, sir, I feel a chill. I’ve got two daughters, grown-up, young women, and she is the last. The other one is short and dumpy, and a loving-a lovely African girl with a big backside and big breasts. But this girl, who is dying of this disease, is slender, dark-skinned like my mother, and she is very beautiful, even by European standards - and I cannot look into my child’s eyes and see what I read there: a resignation, a why? Why?

If AIDS was a natural disease, sir, I would accept it, because man must live side-by-side with illness in this world. But a child, you spend years educating and bringing-up, suddenly being snuffed-out before your eyes, by a disease made by evil people, I want to tear somebody’s eyes out for what I’ve seen happening. I’m sorry, sir.


Martin: I understand.

Credo Mutwa: We must look into this thing. Is there one last question you would like to ask?


Martin: Yes. I would like to go back to the copper city for a moment. It would seem that this Jabulon would be the equivalent of what, in the West, we call Satan. Would you say that?

Credo Mutwa: I think so, yes, sir. He is the chief of the Chitauli. And, like Satan, he lives in a house underground where great fires are always lighted, to keep him warm. Because, we are told, that after the great war they fought with God, they became cold in their blood and they cannot stand freezing weather, which is why they require human blood, and also they require fire always to be kept working where they are.


Martin: Well it’s been said, in the recent video tape that David Icke has put out, that the shape-shifting reptilians, in order to maintain their façade, their cover, their human-like appearance, they must drink human blood. And there is something about the blond gene, apparently. Now, I don’t know what...

Credo Mutwa: Yes. Mr. David Icke shared that a little with me, sir. He told me that, repeatedly, golden-haired people get sacrificed by the Chitauli, and then I told him, in my turn, what I know from Africa.

You see, sir, not all Africans have got black hair. There are Africans who are regarded as very holy, as very sacred. These are Africans who are born with natural red hair. These Africans are believed to be very spiritually powerful. Now, in Africa, such people, albeamers or red-headed Africans, were the most victims of sacrifice, especially when they were just entering maturity - whether they were males or females.


Martin: Now, when you were able to see the eyes beneath the Grey alien’s exterior, would you say that those were reptilian beings underneath that cover?

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir, exactly. I will tell you why. There is a snake here in South Africa which is called a Mamba.


Martin: Yes, very deadly.

Credo Mutwa: It is one of the most poisonous snakes that you can find. It has got eyes EXACTLY like those of a Chitauli and of a Mantindane. And so has a Python, sir. A crocodile’s eyes are very ET-looking, and they don’t look as hypnotic and as piercing as those of a Mamba or a Python. If you can image, sir, the eye of a Python, magnified about 10 times, then you have got exactly what a Chitauli’s eyes look like.


Martin: Well, it is said, and I believe this to be true, that there is a - for lack of a better way of putting it - there is a war between Light and Dark, Good and Evil, on this planet.

Credo Mutwa: Yes. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes.


Martin: And there certainly is a God in His Universe, a God of Light and Justness.

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir.


Martin: How does your culture, how do you view the intervention of God through His Hosts, through His Representatives? In all things there must be a balance, and that includes on planet Earth - as above, so below. How do you see - for many readers, they can read about this all, and it sounds very frightening and very, almost, hopeless - and yet, there certainly is hope. So, I would like to end this interview on a message of hope.

Credo Mutwa: Yes. Please, sir, there IS hope! Look, first of all, there IS a God above us. And this God is more real than most of us believe. God is not a figment of someone’s imagination. God is not something dreamt-up by old men and old women in prehistoric times. God exists, sir. But standing between us and God are creatures who claim to be gods. And these creatures we must get rid of in order to get closer to God.

Sir, I have lived a long and very strange life, and I can tell you that there is a God, and He is intervening. However, we see God’s intervening as slow, but wait: Who would have thought that less than 30 years ago, not one person cared about the environment. Who put this sudden Godliness within all of us?

Today, sir, people everywhere in the world are standing up and fighting for the rights of women and for the rights of children. Who has put these ideas into our minds? Not the Chitauli, not any demonic entity, it is God acting in the shadow and making us strong and able to resist these ugly creatures.

You see, sir, God seems to work slowly in our eyes, because God lives in a time-sphere totally different from our own. God is there. God is working. And it is God, sir, who, for the first time in our existence, is making us aware of these things, making us aware that on this world we are not alone, and that we must be soul-ly and solely responsible for our actions, and we must neutralize these alien beings who for years have led us around in circles.

Human beings have never known any real progress, sir, because there have been forces that have been stopping us from reaching our rightful position in the universe, and I mean the Chitauli, I mean the Mantindane, I mean the Midzimu. We must stop regarding these creatures as super-human creatures. They are just parasites who need us more than we need them. And only a fool will ever deny the fact that we are not the only intelligent species of being that this planet has produced.

All over Africa there is overwhelming evidence that once there were gigantic human beings who walked this planet, in the days of the dinosaur. There are footprints in granite, each one 6 foot long by 3 ½ wide, footprints of mature human beings, sir, which date back thousands of years, millions of years. Where did these giants go to? Who knows; the dinosaurs may have produced an intelligent race, a race which deceives us into thinking that it comes from the stars, when in fact it is part of this planet on which we live.

There is hope, and the hope is very bright. A Christ-child is being born in all of us, but like all deaths, the death of the Light-child (the death of the old-self prior to transformation into “Christness”) is going to be attended by great danger, as the enemy is going to be driven into desperation. The enemy will make mistakes and we will conquer him in God’s sacred name. That is what I believe, sir, and that is what I’m going to hold-on believing until my last breath.


Martin: And that is a perfect place to end this - on that thought, on that note.

Now, let me just say, just for you, since 1974, I have seen many, many spaceships, close-up (though not inside nor by abduction). I have experienced-in the mountains of southern Oregon-I have come across Bigfoot footprints...

Credo Mutwa: Ah-hah!


Martin: ...by a river where I was camping. I have heard the Bigfoot in the mountains at night. I have heard their cries...

Credo Mutwa: Ya-ya! You see?


Martin: ...from one mountain to another. These are things I have experienced. I KNOW these things are real!

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir. Then, I speak to a fellow warrior, and I say, “We shall overcome”, as the American Marines used to sing during the Second World War.


Martin: Yes, and during the Vietnam War.

Credo Mutwa: We will overcome, we will overcome, but skeptics must stop laughing, and fools must stop calling these aliens, god. There is only ONE God, and He or She or It is the One who created us, and not some impostor who came from somewhere else to hide behind us and to drink our children’s blood. Amen, sir.


Martin: Yes, absolutely right. Credo, please know that I deeply appreciate what you have done and the courage of just speaking frankly. It’s past time to hold onto these things, and it’s time to just speak The Truth. And for those who don’t believe or even consider possibilities, well, it’s just too bad.

Credo Mutwa: Exactly, and also to confront people with the fact that there is no reason to fear anything. If we go from a perspective of making information available that should be available to every single person on this blooming planet, why the hell are they trying to threaten you to keep quiet? If it’s so ridiculous, let it be. Stop assassinating and ridiculing and destroying people by churning-up fear. This is the perspective I come from, and I’m sure David, as well, and obviously you, as well, do too. I don’t have fear anymore.

It’s time that we speak out and that we acquire a consciousness - a global, common consciousness - and get this thing to the front. Thank you, so much, I really appreciate it.


Martin: Absolutely right. Thank you.

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