Zulu Shaman Mutwa Kredo kidnapping and Reptilians

It is often said that the elders of any indigenous tribe hold the keys to knowledge. This is not confirmed by more clearly than in the recent interview I had the great honor to spend with Zulu "Sanuzi" (Shaman) Credo Mutwa, who is about eighty years old.

Effort and with the help of David Ike, I was able to make contact with Dr. Johan Dzhubertom, who graciously coordinated with Credo Mutwa, thus allowing the interview take place over the phone, just a distance of half the world, in South Africa. We are in the "spectrum" would like to convey our deepest assessment and David Ike and Dr. Dzhubertu for their dedicated efforts to show the truth of the human world.

I first heard about Credo Mutwa five years ago, but then was not able to speak with him by phone, since he lives in a somewhat remote area. When I heard from David Ike, he spent time with Credo Mutwa, and that he wished to speak to the "spectrum", well, well, it all and decided. Through the miracle of international phone lines, August 13, we had what appeared to be a 4-hour session! And no, we are not going to cut it to the size of "the sound a bit." His words will be completely in the original context, it is — our usual policy — respect to the speaker as well as just a good, honest journalism! Credo Mutwa — the man whom David Icke describes as: "One of the most amazing and knowledgeable people I have the honor and the opportunity to call a friend, genius. "After speaking with Credo Mutwa, I totally agree with that.

I would like to comment that Credo Mutwa, not being a man of formal education, was kind enough and honest enough to record all of the Zulu or African words, proper names, etc. for this article. Those of you who may be African scholars will find that this level of accuracy is more useful for your research than the average reader, but this concern, launched Creed — another aspect of his honesty and accuracy.

If you feel that you've read some stuff lately, which expands your thinking and challenges some belief systems, this interview will allow you to go one step outside. As always, the truth is stranger than fiction. Also, the truth — or parts of the truth, the testimony of any of us — are part of a larger mosaic, and so it is — the choice of each of us to reach our own conclusions as to the truth than others share with us.

We have the honor and the opportunity to present the events and knowledge of Credo Mutwa you. This is — a rare and very valuable opportunity. On the amazing information provided Credo Mutwa certainly thought of as a calling and far-reaching in all values and opportunities. When you read this information, you are more willing to understand why there have been attempts to silence him. Similarly, you more deeply appreciate Credo courage to come and tell the truth, regardless of the consequences for it.

So, without further introductory comments, let me start the interview.

Martin: First of all, let me say this — the honor and privilege to speak to you, and I would like to thank Dr. David Ike and Dzhuberta without whom we would not have this conversation today.

Our readers are aware of the changing shape of reptilian aliens, and that I wanted to discuss with you concerns the specifics of their presence, their leadership, their Agenda, and their methods of action at this time.

So, the first question I wanted to ask you: Can you confirm that changes the shape of reptilian aliens did, in fact, exist on our planet at this time? And yes, if you can confirm this, please be definite about them. Where did they come from?

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

Martin: I'm sorry, you can repeat?

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

Martin: For financial reasons, we can not do it now, but it may change in the future.

Credo Mutwa: Because there are some things you can check your paper, regardless of me. You've heard of a country called Rwanda, in Central Africa?

Martin: Yes.

Credo Mutwa: The people of Rwanda, Hutu, as well as people Vatusi claim, and they are not the only people of Africa, who say it is their earliest ancestors were a race of beings whom they called Imanyuela, which means "the Lords who comes." And some tribes in West Africa, as a Bambara people, also say like that. They say that they came from the sky, many, many generations ago, a race of highly developed and menacing creatures who look like humans, but they call them Zishvezi. This word means "going down" or "moving" — creatures that can glide down from the sky or glide in the water.

All, sir, heard about the Dogon in West Africa, who all say that they have a culture of normal beings, but they do not catch up, but one of many, many people in Africa, who claim that their tribe or their king were first found supernatural race of beings who came from the sky. You still with me, sir?

Martin: Oh, yes, of course.

Credo Mutwa: Sir, I can go on and on, but let me tell you about my people, the Zulus of South Africa.

Martin: Please

Credo Mutwa: Zulu people, who are known as a nation of warriors, the people of which was King Shaka Zulu, in the last century. If you ask a South African White anthropologist what the word Zulu, he says that it means "sky" (laughter), and therefore the Zulu call themselves "people of the sky." This, sir, is nonsense. In the language of the Zulu name of our sky, blue sky — sibakabaka. Our name for the interplanetary space, at the same time — izulu and veduzulu, which means "the space between the planets, the dark sky, where you see the stars every night," also refers to the journey, sir. Zulu word for any travel like nomads or gypsies — izula.

Now, as you can see, the Zulu people of South Africa had been known fact that you can travel through space — not to fly in the sky like a bird, but you can travel through space, and the Zulus claim that many, many years ago, arrived here from heaven race of people who were like lizards, people who could change shape at will. And the people who gave their daughters for "walking" (ET) made a strong race of Kings and tribal leaders. There are thousands of stories in which a woman takes the image of a lizard-human princess and takes her place and marries Prince Zulu. Every school child in South Africa, sir, knows about the history of the Princess Hombekansini. Hombekansini was to marry a handsome prince named Kakaka, a name which means "enlightened."

Once when Hombekansini collected firewood in the bush, she met a creature called Imbulu. And this was Imbulu lizard that had limbs and body as a man, but with a long tail. And this lizard princess Hombekansini said, "Oh, girl, what you're beautiful, I want to be like you. I want to look like you. Can I come closer to you? "- Asked a female lizard Imbulu a princess. And the princess said, "Yes, you can."

And when the lizard, which was the tail, came closer, she spat in the face and the princess began to change. Thus, the lizard suddenly began to change into human form, and began to look more and more, and more and more like a girl, but sticking with a long, pointed tail. And then after vnezpnoy violence female lizard tied the princess and removed all her jewelry and all her necklaces and wedding skirt. Here lizard became the princess. Now, in the bush were two identical women, changed female lizard and a real woman.

And the lizard said this — "Now you are my slave. Now will you help me to get married. I'll be you, and you will be my slave, go! "She took a stick and began to beat the poor princess. And then she appeared in the company of other girls, bridesmaids to Zulu custom, and arrived at the village of the bride. But before you come to the village, a woman did something lizard with its tail, so to hide it. So, she forced the princess to weave a net of fibers and tightly tied to his tail. Now it looked like a Zulu woman with attractive, very big buttocks, when seen from the side.

And then, when she arrived, and was the wife of Prince, strange things began to happen in the village. All milk is disappearing because each night the false princess used her tail to suck the milk collected through the opening at the tip of the tail. Then the mother-in said, "What is this? Why milk is lost? "Then she said," No, I see among us Imbulu. "In-law, clever old woman, said," Before the village should dig a hole and fill it with milk. "And so it was done. And then all the girls who came up with the false princess were told to jump over the pit. One after another, they jumped. And when was forced to change the form, at a sharp spears, jump, its tail is pulled from the grid and began to absorb the milk out of the pit, and the soldiers killed the same shape. And then the real princess Hombekansini became the wife of the King — King Kakaka.

Now, sir, this story has many versions. In South Africa, amongst many tribes, you will find stories about these incredible creatures who can change from reptile to human, and from reptile to any animal, what they want. And these creatures, sir, do really exist. No matter where you are, in the South, East, West and Central Africa, you will find that the description of these creatures are similar. Even among the tribes, which for its long history has never met with other tribes. So, here there are such beings. I will never say that I know, sir, where they came from. But they are associated with some of the stars in the sky, and one of these stars is a large group of stars of the Milky Way, which our people call Ingiyab, which means "The Great Serpent." And there's a red star, reddish star near the top of this large region of stars which our people call IsoneNkanyamba.

Now, I began to look like the star, IsoneNkaniyamba is called in English. In English it's Alpha Centauri. Now, sir, there's something strange that merits investigation. Why, more than 500 tribes in different parts of Africa, which I visited in the last 40 or 50 years or so, all of them describe similar establishment? It is said that these creatures feed on people that they once rebelled against God, declared war on God himself, wanting to gain complete control over the universe. And God gave them a terrible battle, and he broke them, wounded and forced them to hide in underground cities. They hid in deep caves under the ground, so they always feel cold. In these caves, we say, there are great lights, which are supported by the slaves, men, slaves, like a zombie. And goes on to say that these Zusvazi these Imbulu, or whatever you want to call them, can not eat solid food. They would rather eat human blood, or they eat their energy, the energy that is generated when people on the earth are fighting and killing each other in large numbers.

I met people who had previously escaped from Masaki in Rwanda, years ago, and these people were horrified with what happened in their country. They said that the massacres between Hutus and people Vatusi actually feeding Imanyuela, monsters. Because Imanyuela like inhale the energy that comes from the masses of people who terrorize, or are killed by other people. You still with me, sir?

Martin: Yes, I totally agree with you

Credo Mutwa: Now, let me point out one interesting thing. If you study the languages of all African nations, you will find in the languages of our people words that are very similar to the words of the East, the Middle East and even Native Americans. Imanyuela word meaning "Lord, what comes." Word is that anyone can discover in Rwanda, among Hutus and Vatusi, very similar to the Hebrew word "Immanuel," which means "God with us." Imanyuela — "those who came, the Lord, who is here." Our people believe, sir, that we, the people of Earth, are not masters of our lives, really, although even if we may think so. Our people say that black people of all tribes, all of the initiated, all shamans throughout Africa, when they give you the truth and share with you my deepest secrets, they say that with Imanyuela, there Imbulu. And there is another name you call these things. This name Chitauli. Now a word Chitauli means "the dictators, those who gave us the law." In other words, "they who tell us, secretly, what we should do." Now, they say that Chitauli made us a lot of things when it came to this planet.

Please forgive me, but I have to share this story with you. This is one of the most bizarre stories, which you can find in Africa in secret societies shamans, which still kept the remains of our ancient knowledge and wisdom. So, originally, the Earth was covered with a thick layer of fog or mist. These people actually could not see the sun in the sky, as well as the movement of light. And they also saw the moon as a soft claw light in the sky, because it was a thick haze. And the rain is always steady drizzle was falling. There was no thunder, ever. There was no storm. The world was covered with large dense forests, great jungles, and people of the earth at that time lived in peace. People were living happily and said at that time had the power of speech. We could only make funny sounds like happy monkeys, and baboons, but we did not have the voice, as it is now. And in those ages talking to each other through their minds.

A man could call his wife, thinking about it, the image of her face, the smell of her body, feeling her hair like a woman. So hunter could go to the forest and cause the animal to come to him, and the animals could choose from among themselves the one that is older and more tired, and this animal would offer itself to the hunter because the hunter quickly killed him and took the meat themselves in a cave. There was no violence against animals. Then there was no violence of man over nature. The man asked for food from Nature. He came to the tree and thought about fruit, and the tree allows multiple fruit fall to the ground, and the man took them. And then, they say, when Chitauli came to Earth, they arrived in terrible vessels flying through the air, ships, shaped like a large bowl, and which produced a terrible noise and a terrible fire in the sky. And Chitauli people herded together by force whips of lightning, and was told that they the great gods of heaven and now people can get a lot of great gifts from God. These so-called gods, like humans, but very high, with long tails, and with terrible burning eyes, some of them had two eyes — bright, yellow eyes, some had three eyes, red, round eye in the middle of the forehead. These creatures then took the great forces that were in people: the power to communicate through the mind, the power to move objects by thought, the power to see the future and the past, and the power to travel, spiritually, to different worlds.

All of these great forces Chitauli robbed people, and in return gave new strength, power of speech. But as people have discovered, to their horror, that the power of speech divided the people, rather than unite, because Chitauli artfully created different languages, which caused great strife between nations. Chitauli also did what has never been before: they put people to rule people and they skzala: "These are your kings, these are your leaders. They are our blood. They are our children, and you have to listen to them, because they will voice our will. If you disobey, we will come and punish you terribly. " Before Chitauli came before the arrival of beings Imbulu people were spiritually united. But when they came Chitauli, people were divided spiritually as well as how languages. And then people got from Chitauli strange new feeling. People began to feel the danger, and they began to create the village with a very sturdy wooden fence around it. People began to build the country. In other words, they started creating tribes and tribal land mark, which were separated and that they protect against any possible attacks. People have become arrogant and greedy and they want to accumulate wealth in the form of animals and sea shells.

And the other thing that Chitauli forced people to do is to dig a mine. Chitauli Cycled human women and forced them to seek minerals and metals certain type. Women found copper, gold women found that women found silver. And obviously they were trained Chitauli explore these metals and create metal, which did not exist on earth metals such as bronze, such as brass and others. Then Chitauli, removed the sacred rain mist bearing down from heaven and the first time since the creation people have looked up and saw the stars, and Chitauli told that people were wrong, believing that God dwells in the earth. "Now," said Chitauli people of Earth, "the people of Earth must believe that God is in heaven, here on earth, people have to do things that please God in heaven."

You can see that initially it was believed that the Earth Goddess in that she was a great mother, who lives under the ground, because they saw all the green things growing out of the ground, the grass grows out of the ground, trees grow there, and they believed that all the people who die are under the ground. But when Chitauli turned people's eyes to the sky, people now have come to believe that God lives in heaven, and those who die are not under the earth, but rises to the heavens. And to this day, sir, if you go to Africa as a researcher, you will find this incredible — these two incredible ideas that conflict with each other.

Many tribes believe in what is called Midzimu or Badimo. Word or Midzimu Badimo mean "those who in the sky." But in a country Zulu, among my people, you will find an incredible split. There is a Zulu, who believe that the dead is Abapansi, which means "those who are at the bottom, those who are under the ground." It also has another idea, which says Abapezulu. Abapezulu word means "those who are at the top," and the word Abapansi there is the old name for the spirits of the dead, meaning "those who are under the ground." So, even today, sir, throughout Africa, hundreds of tribes, you find a strange dual belief that the dead go to heaven, and then another faith that the dead go underground. Belief that the dead go into the earth refers to the days when our people believed that God — the woman, the great Cosmic Mother. This contrasts with the belief Abapezulu that God — man, dwelling in heaven. Now, sir, another thing that Chitauli told our people that people change the earth and make it easy for God to come and he once lived here. And it was said that those who are working to change the earth, and make it safe for the serpent god, Chitauli to come and be here, will be rewarded with great power and great wealth.

Sir, for the many years of training, years of initiation into the mysteries of African shamanism, wisdom and knowledge, I always wondered why we human beings are actually destroying the Earth on which we live. We are doing something that just destroys all kinds of animals, namely, the African elephant, which destroys the trees in the place where we live. We human beings are doing exactly that. And wherever you go in Africa, where once there were great civilizations, you find desert. For example, in South Africa there is the Kalahari, under the sand where I found the ruins of ancient cities, which means that people have made these vast lands that were once green and fertile, into a desert. And in the days when I was with explorers and safari participants were in the Sahara desert, I also found evidence of unbelievably ancient human existence in places where now nothing but bare rocks and sand whistling.

In other words, the Sahara Desert was once a fertile country and was turned into a desert by human beings. Why? I have to ask myself, again and again, why do people driven by fear, greed, and a passionate desire for power transform Earth into a desert, which in the end do to survive? Why? Despite the fact that we are aware of the fact that we are, why we cut down large areas of jungle in Africa? Why we are the Earth instructions such Chitauli programmed us? Despite the fact that my mind refuses to accept it, the answer is — a terrible, yes, yes, yes. Among the many people knowing who honored me with his friendship, is a man of great knowledge who lives in Israel, Dr. Sitchin. (Prim.redaktora: This is a reference to Dr. Zecharia Sitchin, author of many provocative books about the interaction with the people of Earth vnezemlyan in very ancient times) According to the ancient books that were written by the people of Sumer, on clay, gods came from the heavens, and forced people to work for them, for them to dig gold. This story is in harmony with the African legends throughout Africa, that gods came from the heavens, and made us their slaves, and they made us slaves in a way that we would never have guessed that we are slaves.

Another thing, say our people that Chitauli plagued us like vultures. They grow some of us, they fill some of us, the great hunger and great ambitions, and they make these people, a great warrior, who unleashes the great war. But at the end Chitauli not allow these great leaders, these leaders and the great wars of kings, to die peacefully. The great warrior is used to unleash so much war as possible, to kill so many people, whom he would call enemies as possible, and then, at the end of the combat leader dies a horrible death, others shed their blood. And this phenomenon I've seen in the history of my people, over and over and over again. Our great King Shaka Zulu held over 200 major wars in his reign for 30-odd years. And then he was killed, and his death was violent. He died a broken man who, because of his mother's death had no more strength to win other battles.

And before Shaka Zulu was another king who trained Shaka to become a great king, he was. The name of this king was Dingisvayo. Dingisvayo waged great wars trying to unite people in the Zulu tribe. He saw white men Cape and he thought that joining his men in one great tribe, he can deal with the threats that have advanced white people. But after many battles won for the unification of many tribes, King Dingisvayo suddenly was struck by an eye disease causing him nearly blind. And he's hiding a secret that can no longer see. But his terrible secret was opened by Queen Ntombazi another tribe. Ntombazi took a battle ax and beheaded Dingisvayo one blow, after she invited him to her hut, where she gave him food and drunk a beer.

This phenomenon is similar to the events with the White leaders: Napoleon in Europe who died unnoticed death on his lonely island in the Atlantic, Hitler, and in Europe, who died a horrible death, shoving a gun into his mouth and killed himself, Attila the Hun, who was killed by a woman, and many other great leaders who came to the difficult death after giving so much death and suffering to so many people as they could. The King Shaka was killed in the back of his half-brother, who used a spear-like design as Shaka developed to kill people quickly as possible. And Julius Caesar also met a similar fate after he like King Shaka, conquered many nations.

Warrior-heroes always die a death, which they really did not have to 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 and on. Now all these things, if you collect them together, they show that regardless of whether people are laughing at them or not, scoff at it or not, there is some force that leads us, the people of the dark river of self-destruction. The sooner many of us are aware of it, the better, maybe we can deal with it.

Martin: Do you believe that these creatures are evenly distributed around the world, or they are initially concentrated in Africa?

Credo Mutwa: Sir, I believe that these creatures are everywhere, and with due respect, sir, despite the fact that I hate talking about myself so much, I'm the one who has traveled to many parts of the world. I was in your country, sir, USA. I was in Australia. I was in Japan, among other countries. And no matter where I was, I found people telling me about creatures like this. For example, in 1997, I visited Australia, and I have traveled in search of the black people of Australia, Aboriginal people. And when I find them, they told me a lot of things that surprised me very, very much. Similar things I was in Japan, I found in Taiwan. Wherever there are still shamans and healers, you find these incredible stories.

Now, excuse me, sir, to tell you that I have found only in Australia. There the Australian indigenous people, who call themselves the "Smoke", which means "our nation": Kuri Australia believe in a great God the creator, called biys, sir. Shaman Khoury, actually several of them, drew me a picture of this biys, and one of them showed me the cave paintings representing this strange creator-god, who came from beyond the stars. And when they put their pictures in front of me, what they showed was Chitauli. I learned it from my African initiation. They have a large head. They have large eyes, which were highlighted by the artist. It had no mouth and had long arms and incredibly long legs. Sir, it was a typical image Chitauli, which I know from his own people in Africa. I asked myself, 'How?'. I am in a country thousands of miles from Africa, and here I see a creature known as biys or Bimi, a creature that I am, an African, I already know.

Among Native Americans, sir, I have found, for example, among several tribes in America, the people of the Hopi tribe, and those who remain in the building called the pueblo, I found some of these people, they know that they are being called Kachinas, where people wearing masks and camouflage themselves as being similar. And some of these Kachinas are very, very tall, with a large round head. Even as we have in Africa, I found a similar establishment in America. In Africa we call these creatures Egvugvu or we call them a different name, calling Chiniyavu. American Indian Kachina Chiniyavu and our people — the identical substance. Now, how can this be? When the American indigenous people and Africans have been in contact? When? This is one of the most great mysteries of all time, sir. This is one of the many things that I found around the world that have left me incredibly surprised. It is these creatures, and soon the skeptics among us face this fact. Why humanity is not progressing? Why do we run on a range of self-destruction and the destruction of nature?

People are basically good, and I believe it. People do not want to go to war. People do not want to destroy the world in which they are, but there is being, or have the power to lead us, the people to self-destruction. The sooner we know about them, the better. Now I live in Africa. Here my people. This is my home.

But I can see that Africa is destroyed in wars that are not clear to me as an African. I look at India, which, like Africa, suffered the scourge of colonialism, French, British, and other European powers. But India, which gained independence as a country that has achieved things that we, Africa, can not be achieved. Why?

India has tested a nuclear bomb and — today it is one of the fearsome nations of the world. India launched a satellite into orbit. India, although it has the same problems as Africa — overpopulation, religious and tribal divisions fighting — although India has a incredibly poor part of the population, and the incredibly rich, she achieved things that Africa has not been able to reach.

Now, I wonder how? Why? "Because India was founded by people from Africa, and I do not think so, sir, how about this Black racist. This is — the fact that thousands of years ago, people from Africa established the greatest civilization of India, as well as other countries in South East Asia. There is a vast archaeological evidence of this. But, why is Africa drowning in war, disease, and hunger? Why?

Many times, sir, I'm sitting in my hut, and I cry when I see diseases like AIDS destroying us, and when I see senseless wars destroying the countries in Africa that have flourished for thousands of years. Say, Ethiopia — a country that was free for thousands of years. Ethiopia was once the school of all of Africa. Nigeria was once a big country with a long tradition of "self-government" long before the Whites came to Africa. But today, all these countries, and many others are destroyed. Now, sir, there are parts of Africa that have been completely destroyed by war and disease called AIDS, a disease that shows all the signs of an artificial disease. I ask myself, "Who or what is destroying Africa, and why? "Because there are tribes in those villages where I lived, who helped my search for knowledge, before the Second World War and after. But today these tribes no longer exist. They're gone, scattered, completely exterminated in senseless wars that keep black people anything.

Now I am in South Africa. I was born here, and here I had to die. But I can see that my country is falling apart as a rotting mango. South Africa was once a powerful country. She had a powerful army. She had huge industries that produce everything — from locomotives to little radios. But today, my country is subsistence drug, criminal piece of garbage. Why? A country can not be destroyed almost overnight, unless there are certain forces that are set to destroy it. I recently saw, sir, the destruction of another country in South Africa. Country — Lesotho. This country, Lesotho, is inhabited by some of the oldest and the wisest tribes in South Africa. Among them — a tribe called Bakvama. Bakvama people are so ancient that they actually describe to you the mysterious land of the huge island of mountains, mysterious land, managed by the big God who has a human head and the body of a lion. [Just remember the Egyptian Sphinx]. Bakvama call this country Ntsvama-tfatfi. This land, which they call Ntsvama-tfatfi — "Earth-Sun Hawk." Hawk — bird — the hunter heaven — you know? Now, these people Bakvama, in South Africa, did know about the land of Egypt, from whence their ancestors, as they say. And they call this mysterious land of the gods, "the land of the sun Hawk, Eagle or Sun", that just as the Egyptians described their country, sir. They described it "the land of Horus", the god Horus Greece.

Now, when Princess Diana died, in 1997, I was one of the first black people who suspected that Princess Diana was murdered, and I'll tell you why this thing happened, sir. Since about a year or eight months before the death of Diana, died in Lesotho king Moshoesho II. Death of King Moshoesho II part-by-part, identical to the death of Princess Diana.

Bear in mind, please all of you who might find my words incredible: Princess Diana died in a tunnel, and the king of Lesotho died in the gorge. He went on a long trip to study the problem on his ranch. When he did not return, people went it began to look for, and heard from various boys who herded cattle in the mountains of the Basotho-land that they had heard something like a shot from a rifle. When the men went to see where the sound was, they found the king's car off the road, deep in the gorge. They went, and found the king of Lesotho was in his car. He had been wearing his seatbelt, but he had a terrible wound back of the head. And they found that the driver of the king died at the wheel. But two of the royal bodyguard, who were traveling in a car in the back seat, got out without a scratch. One of the men got into the car and pulled out a dying king. The King apologized to them for what their hands messing with blood, it was a tradition that the dying king must thank the people who try to save him from where he is. And he should apologize to them for causing them trouble, because anyone who touches the sacred blood of the king, received after this spiritual problems of some kind.

Then, when the royal car was brought out of the gorge, found that there was a hole, like a bullet in one of the car tires. And this tire mysteriously disappeared later, when the royal car was stored not in a safe place, but outside the fence, where anyone could pull it off. And, when the driver had an autopsy found that the man was intoxicated to such an extent that could not possibly drive a car. And third, the man who led the royal car and who died at the wheel, was not a man who usually drove the royal car.

Now, sir, you see this mystery? Death of King of Lesotho corresponded death of Princess Diana, who was next. In many other wonderful details that I detailed now, and so the nation of Lesotho was vomit after the king's death, when a general election unrest came time control parties.

Today Lesotho — economically moribund nation. And Lesotho — a country that was the site of a strange experiment — an experiment that consisted of a huge dam for South Africa, not Lesotho, large quantities of water. We recently heard ugly rumors emanating from that country, that someone had been bribed to facilitate the creation of this huge dam, where the water of a small nation is used to provide water highly industrialized nation.

There are a lot of strange things, sir, that took place in South Africa, and we have, as well as in other parts of Africa, which I do not see how an African sense. There are wars that are taking place in Africa, where, after an African country gained its independence from the colonial power, then the rebel forces draw arms against the government of this country, but instead of fighting with the government until the end, and again it is that forces rebels split into different groups, which in the end are struggling not only with the government for power, but also with each other. And the result is that several African countries have so destroyed that, no matter which party wins, the people lose. The United Nations is called upon to create some semblance of peace. In other words, Africans have now started fighting wars that do not lead to victory, but the destruction of ourselves, as well as its people.

I would like to draw your attention, sir, to the mindless flow, 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 that destroys the southern part of Sudan. I would like to draw your attention, and your readers, sir, to the terrible war that destroys Angola. And one part of the world, in the east of South Africa, has been raped so many years of war, there is now a place where you can not even hear the birds. All living forms of life were wiped out in that place. Now, why?

And then, I found that those countries that break the senseless war that is completely out of character of Africans, and I say this as an African, it is those countries that are being left alone, could provide all of Africa with food, water, useful and valuable resources. I say, sir, that under the surface of Angola, under the plains of Angola, there are deposits of coal, which has no equal in the world. I further say that in parts of Angola there are deposits of oil that's second largest oil reserves after the Middle East.

Sudan — a country that I have visited several times over, and even after, the Second World War. In Sudan, there was so much food that you would get free food from the villagers, if would travel through Sudan. Today, southern Sudan torn by hunger, anger battle pits of hell, where children die from diarrhea in the bush while the vultures and buzzards wait on the branches of trees to feast. Africa systematically and deliberately destroyed the power of such brutality that it continues the destruction of even now.

However, this power is in despair.

Martin: I'm sorry. You said that Angola was coal or gold?

Credo Mutwa: Coal, sir, coal. There are diamonds in Angola, sir. And I learned from reliable people, in Angola, in some places there is more oil than anywhere in the Middle East.

This is because of what destroyed Africa? This is what our nation is cut — for coal, for diamonds? If so, who — these thinkers that are behind this? Are people less valuable than minerals? Are people less valuable than oil?

Because, sir, genocide, worse than what Hitler did the Jewish people, has a place in Africa NOW, and people in America it does not seem to care. Why? We — the best friends of the United States. We buy American products. Our children want to be like American children. Our kids wear jeans, sir, and they even speak with an American accent, because you Americans — our role model. Why did you let us cut? Why? Why? Not only that war is killing us, sir, we are killing drugs. There were no drugs in South Africa during the days of the apartheid government. Now, with our democratic government, our country is becoming saturated drug cesspool. Why? Now, sir, and I speak as a traditional shaman, one of my goals is to try and help people with a drug problem. Sir, can I help young Africans who abuses marijuana or hashish. I can help young Africans who depend on Dakva. But, sir, I am helpless, my skills — the garbage, and I fail again — and so many like me — when I was helping a young black people who are addicted to a new type of drug, which is called "crack." This — the hard drug. It's like a solid chocolate when you see it, and this thing is so addictive that no shaman can help a young victim of the drug.

I ask the people of the United States of America, I ask my black brothers and sisters, my black there, why you let destroy the country which is your mother? I do not care what skeptics say, sir. Please forgive me if I do get hot under the collar. I do not care what skeptics say, but there is a force destroying Africa, and I do not believe in the nonsense that it is — the bankers of the International Monetary Fund and other major banks. You do not will kill the goose that gives you a golden egg, so why bankers would destroy Africa? There is another force behind these people is terrible, alien force that makes things behind the scenes that — and soon we will know it better, sir — it is very common for people who are in trouble, blame the other forces, except those in myself. But, I studied the situation in Africa since the end of World War II, and before, and I have evidence that points to a foreign power, working in Africa. What, who wipes the oldest tribes in Africa? Please, sir, let me tell you a thing that hurts my soul. Can I please?

Martin: Please continue.

Credo Mutwa: Please. I'm sorry that I'm talking so much. Please forgive me. I am one of the Zulu nation, a nation of warriors, a nation of wise men. My people, sir, White has never been studied by anthropologists in full, but the Zulu people knew things that if I could share with your readers, they would be amazed.

Let me show you this. Zulu people know of the many things that the earth moves around the sun and not vice versa. They said, explaining that thing initiated by the Earth — a woman's being, and the sun — the man being and, therefore, the earth — moving creature who dances around the Sun — a beautiful princess, that dances around the fiery king who is the Sun. Our people know that the Earth is a sphere. Our people knew about germs and their functions. While White did not come to Africa, where it's incredible knowledge come from? I do not know.

American people and the people of Europe say that Albert Eynshtein put forward the idea that time and space are one and the same thing. My answer is — No! '

My people, the Zulus, knew that space and time is one thing. In Zulu, one of the names for the space — Umqata. And the name of Zulu time — izikati. Now, our people knew that space and time were one and the same thing for hundreds of years before the birth of Einstein.

And furthermore, our people believed, as Dogon, which have 24 planets in our part of the cosmos, which are inhabited by intelligent beings of different states. And this knowledge is never recorded in any book, and I and my aunt — the only surviving senior sanuzi [shaman] in South Africa, who holds the knowledge. My aunt is still alive. She was about 90 years old and I — now near death, suffering from diabetes — a terrible killer of African people today.

And what I'm trying to tell you — is that, although my people had a huge knowledge, which is never written in any book, the Zulu people today, a huge percentage of them are infected with HIV or AIDS directly. And it was calculated, sir, for the next 50 years, three-quarters of all the Zulus in Natal die. And I — the keeper of the sacred objects which I inherited from my grandfather. I, on the maternal side, a direct descendant of the last true Zulu king Dingame. And my job is to protect my people from that threatens their very existence.

Listen, please, sir. Anyone who studies humanity with love, with understanding, and with care, recognizes the fact that there is a shining God, who is struggling to be born within each of us. We try to resist, even though many of us still do not know about that. We develop the willingness to protect our planet, no matter who or what we are.

There are leaders in Africa who strongly penalize you if they see that you too are destroying trees. This thing was common in the past, but it disappeared with the arrival of White people, but now it's back again.

Man becomes, struggling to become more developed, more caring, and the aliens are not going to tolerate this. They're going to get us to kill each other again. And I'm worried about what's going to happen. Sir, I can show you a lot of strange things that African people have done to protect themselves against the Grey aliens. Things that our people did not have the result of superstition. They were the result of a terrible personal experience. One day I hope to share with you, sir, the story of how I was "taken" as we speak. We believe, sir, that Mantindane (torturers), Gray, are really servants Chitauli. And that they, contrary to what people think White — White people think is wrong about many things, sir, that Mantindane experimenting with us. They are not experimenting. I repeat, they are not experimenting.

Anyone who has been hell these creatures, will tell you that there is nothing of the experiments is that they do. There is a cold, cold, cold-blooded action, and they do it all with us, not for himself, they do it for creatures higher 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 in which you need.

Credo Mutwa: Sir, it was a normal day like any other day. It was a beautiful day in the mountains of eastern Zimbabwe, called Inyangani. They — the mountains in the east of Zimbabwe.

Now, I was instructed by my teacher to go and find a certain plant, which we will use in the treatment of some of the initiate who was badly ill. And my teacher, a woman named Mrs. Moyo, was Ndebele, from Zimbabwe, once known as Rhodesia.

I was looking for this grass, and I was not thinking about anything, and I do not believe in these creatures. I have never seen them before, and while we African people believe in many things, I was a big skeptic in matters of even the existence of certain entities in which we believed then, because I have never encountered anything else so before. And suddenly, sir, I noticed that the temperature has gone down around me, but it was a very hot African day. Suddenly I noticed that was cold and there was what seemed like a bright blue mist swirling around me, getting between me and the eastern landscape. I remember I asked a stupid question, what it means, because I just started to dig out one of the plants I've found. Suddenly, I found myself in a very strange place, a place that was like a tunnel lined with metal. I worked in the mines before, and that's where I was, it seemed, was a mine tunnel, which was covered with silver-gray metal.

I was lying on what appeared to be very heavy and very large working bench or desk, sir. But, I was chained to the table. I just lay there, and I did not have my pants and heavy boots that I always wore when I went out bush. And suddenly, in this country, like the tunnel room, I saw what appeared to be a dull, hasty, gray creatures that moved me. There were lights in this place, but not lights as we know them. They seemed to be glowing patches of material. And there was something far above the entrance, which was similar to the inscription, the inscription on the silver-gray surface, and these creatures came up to me, but I was mesmerized, as if witchcraft was imposed on me. But I watched the creatures as they approached me. I do not know who they were. I was scared, but I could not move hand or foot. I just lay there like a goat on the sacrificial altar. And when the creature approached me, I felt fear. They were short creatures, the size of the African Pygmies. They have very large heads, very thin arms and legs are very thin.

I noticed, sir, because I am — an artist, that these creatures were created completely wrong in terms of the artist. Their limbs were too long for their bodies, and their necks were very thin, and their heads were almost as large as the mature melons. They had strange eyes that were like the glasses of some kind. They had no noses, as we have only small holes on the sides bulge between their eyes. Their mouth had no lips, only a thin slit as if made with a razor. And while I watched in fascination for these creatures, sir, I felt something around my head. And when I looked up, there was another creature, a little more than others, and it stood over my head and looked down at me. I studied his eyes, and I was completely mesmerized, and you know, I was fascinated. I studied the creature's eyes, and I noticed that the creature wanted me to continue to look into his eyes. I looked through these cover their eyes, I could see the real substance behind the eyes of the black points such coatings. His eyes were round, with long, pupils like a cat's. And being not to move his head. It was breathing, and I could see it. I could see that little nostrils moving, closing and closing, sir, but if somebody tells me I smell like creature, indeed, I will, "spe" on his face.

Martin: (Laughter)

Credo Mutwa: The creature smelled like nothing else. It had a strange smell, clutching his throat, chemical odor that smelled like rotten eggs, and like hot copper [sulfur], a very strong smell.

And being seen, that I looked at it and it looked down at me and suddenly I felt a terrible, terrible pain in my left thigh, as if a sword thrust in my left thigh. I screamed in terrible pain, calling for his mother, and essentially putting his hand on my mouth. You know, sir, it was like — if you want to know how it felt, please sir, take a leg of chicken, live chicken, and put it on your lips. That's how I felt his hand being.

She had a thin, long fingers, which had more joints than my human fingers. And his thumb was in the wrong place. Each finger ended black claw, almost like certain African birds. Being told me to be quiet. And I do not know how long the pain lasted. I cried and I cried, and I cried, again. And then, suddenly, something pulled out of my body, and I looked down and saw my thigh covered with blood, and I saw one of the creatures — there were four of them, moreover, standing over my head — they were fitting suit, silver-gray in color, and their flesh resembled the flesh of certain types of fish that are found in the sea near South Africa. And the creature standing above my head seemed to be a woman. It was more or less perfect than others. It was higher, bigger, although it did not have breasts like women, it seemed, was female. And others seemed afraid of him, I do not know how to describe it. And then as you keep that awful thing, yet one of the creatures came to me — it was going sideways, slightly twitching, as if it were drunk — it approached the table to my right side, and stood next to the creature standing above my head . And before I thought that either, this creature stuck something that was like a small, silver, ball-point pen with a cable at one end, it is cold shoved this thing in my right nostril.

Sir, the pain was exorbitant. Blood sprayed in all directions. I gasped and tried to scream, but the blood rushed to my throat. It was a nightmare. Then, it pulled out a thing, and I tried to fight and sit down. The pain was terrible, but another being over my head, placed his hand on my forehead and put me very little effort. I gasped and tried to spit out the blood, and then I was able to turn his head to the right and spit out the blood, which I did, and then that being done to me, sir, I do not know. All I do know — that the pain is gone, and instead of pain, strange visions flooded my head, visions of cities, some of which I knew from my travels — but the city, which had been half destroyed, the buildings have been demolished with the tops with windows like empty eye sockets in a human skull. I saw these visions again. All the buildings that I saw were in poluutopleny reddish, muddy water.

It was as if there was a flood, and leaned out of the building etog water, partially destroyed by some disaster, and it was a terrible look. And then, before I knew it, one of the creatures, who was standing next to my feet, has introduced something in my male body, but there was no pain, only a strong irritation, as if I was making love with something or someone. And then, when the creature took out a thing that looked like a small, black pipe, I did something that made a strange result, and I did not do it intentionally. I think my bladder was opened, and I took a leak in the chest being that thing pulled out of my body.

And if I had shot the creature, then it probably did not respond the way it did. It pulled back and almost fell back, and then it leveled off and reeled like a drunken insect, and left the room. I do not know if anything has made my urine. But that is what happened. Then, after a while, other creatures are gone, leaving me with a dull pain in the nostril, with blood on his hip, and on the table, wet from urine. And being that is above my head was moving. It just stood there his right hand on the left shoulder, strangely beautiful and feminine way. It stood staring at me. His face had no expression. I've never seen one of the creatures to speak or to produce any sound of any kind. All I do know — that they seemed to be dumb. And then, from somewhere came the other two creatures, one of which was made entirely of metal. In my worst nightmares I still see the creature. It was high. It was great. And the room in which we were, was too small for him. It came with a slight slope, and it was definitely not a living being. It was a metal creature, a robot of some kind. And it is near, and stood near my feet, his body was bending awkwardly, looking down at me. There was no mouth. There was no nose. There were only two bright eyes, which seemed to change color, and seemed to move one way or another, as sparking electrical device.

And then, behind this huge creature appeared bent creature, which surprised me. It was very, very, very, very swollen, sir, in appearance. It had pink skin. It was off-white, very human body. It had a very bright, blue, slanted eyes. It had hair that looked like nylon fiber. It had high cheekbones and almost human mouth, with full lips and a small, pointed chin. Creature, sir, it was definitely a woman, but as an artist and as a sculptor, I noticed that the creature was completely out of proportion. It was wrong. First, her breasts were thin and sharp, and placed too high on the body, not where it would be normal female breast. Her body was powerful, almost fat, but her legs were too short, and her arms were too short in proportion to the rest of his body. And it's close to me, looked down at me, and before I realized what it was doing, it somehow Spar with me. It was a horrible experience, sir, even worse than what was done to me before. But even now, the trauma of that day affect my life, even now, exactly 40 years later. And then, when the creatures are gone, leaving only one that stood above my head, it grabbed me by the hair and forced to get up and get down from the table. I did it, and I was in such a state that I fell on my knees and hands.

And I noticed that the floor was strange. It was moving figures that have changed and moved, purple, red, and green shapes on a metallic gray background. And being pulled my hair again, forcing me to stand up, and roughly pushed me down to follow him. Sir, I would have a long time to describe what I saw in that strange place while being pushed me from room to room. Even now, my mind can not comprehend what I saw. Among the many things that I saw were huge cylindrical objects made seemed glass of some kind. At these sites, the cylinders, which reached the ceiling of this place which we passed, was that there seemed to be grayish-pink liquid. And in this liquid I saw small copies of other people's creatures flying in all directions, as disgusting little frog. I can not understand what it was that I was shown. But then, in the last room, which brought me, I've seen people, and other strange creatures, the form of which, even now, my mind can not understand or comprehend, lying on the table.

I walked past the White, White Real that smelled like a man who smelled of sweat, urine, feces, and fear. This white lying on the same table as me, and I looked into his eyes, and he is mine, while I was going through. And then I found myself in a bush. I found that my trousers were missing. My left hip was a terrible pain. Was a pain in my penis, which began to swell, and when I tried to move the water, the pain was excruciating. I took off my shirt, and I used it as a loincloth, and I was walking through the bush. I first met a group of young Rhodesian Black people who took me to the village of my teacher. And when I reached the outskirts of the village, I smelled so badly that every dog in the village came running, SJSFTC and snarling to tear me apart. It was only my teacher and the other students and the villagers saved me that day. My teacher and the villagers were not at all surprised by what I told them. They accepted it, sir. They told me that what happened to me has happened to many other people before, and I got a chance to come back alive, because many people have disappeared in that part of the land, which was never seen white people, black people, and so on.

Sir, I complete a long history. A year after, in 1960, I carried the bags in the city of Johannesburg. You see, I worked in the gift shop, when the White screamed at me to stop.

I assumed that White was an agent of the secret police, who wanted to see my papers. And when I wanted to give him the documents, he angrily said that he does not want to see my stinking documents.

Sir, he asked me this question: "Hey, where the hell I've seen you before? Who — are you? "I said — I am nobody, sir, I — just a worker. He said — Do not lie to me, who the hell are you? Where have I seen you before? "And then I looked at him. I recognized him — his long, randomly sticking, golden brown hair, his ridiculous mustache and beard. I remembered it — blue bloodshot eyes and naked terror, shining in his eyes, and his skin pale as a goat. I said, "Meniere's," which in Afrikaans, "Meniere's, I've seen you in Rhodesia in a certain place in the ground." And if I would have hit that white fist, then he would not react the way he did, sir. He turned and walked away with a terrible expression on his face, and he disappeared on the other side of the street. Now, roughly, this is — what happened to me, sir, but this is not a unique experience. Since that time I have met many, many, many people who have had an identical experience, as I described, and most of them were ordinary black men and women, who can neither read nor write. They came to me to seek my help as a shaman, but I was also looking for someone wiser than me, someone would just tell me what happened to me. Because, sir, when you are caught Mantindane, you become so traumatized, your life becomes so changed, you get so embarrassed and ashamed of yourself, you start to hate myself do not understand why, and there are subtle changes in your life that you do not understand.

One change: you appear strange love for humanity. You want to shake everyone's shoulders and say, "Hey, wake up people, we are not alone. I know that we are not alone! '

And, you develop a feeling that your life is no longer your property, and in addition, you become concerned about a strange emotion to move from place to place, to travel. You start to worry about the future, you start to worry about the people.

And another thing, sir, which is why I was hoping one day that you send people to me, that they may see for yourself: you develop knowledge, which does not belong to you. You develop

understanding of space, time and understanding of the works that have no meaning for you as a human being — it is — the state, after your terrible torture, after substances have been removed from you, some exchange took place, where you suddenly know things that they know Mantindane that ordinary people do not know. But, sir, I know that this separation of God often happens even when — for example, one day in 1966, in South Africa, sir, I was arrested and brutally interrogated by the secret police. It was a time when every Black intellectual, whether he or she was visited by these really nasty guys who tortured you, sometimes placed in the electrical devices you and ask you questions, and so on. Sometimes, when people are tortured you, you often felt that they were thinking. Anyway, when you torture people, not Mantindane, ie transferring thoughts. For example, when a particularly nasty secret police agent was coming to beat you, you knew what he was thinking, even before he burst into the room in which you are held. You knew he was coming, and you knew exactly what he was thinking and what he intended to do with you.

So, that — that's why I say strange things that flood my mind. And that flooded my mind that day, had a vision of consciousness Mantindane. Since that time — I am a very limited education — I find it difficult to talk about, let alone to write — English. I take a lot of time to say things that people with a better knowledge of English would say in a few words. But my hands are capable of creating things that I have no one had ever taught. I make engines, rocket engines, that actually work. I'm doing a weapon of any type that I wish all the people who know me will tell you this, and Mr. David Icke, sir, could show you a picture of what I have done around my new home. I did a lot of robots from iron waste, and some of these robots work. I do not know where I got this knowledge. And from that terrible day, the vision that I saw in childhood, and the usual impression that I received as a shaman, have become much more intense.

I do not know why, and I want to know the reason why. But I can tell you, sir, that these creatures, which people wrongly call aliens, not aliens at all. Over many years of studying this stuff, trying to understand it, I can tell you this: what Mantindane and other foreign entities, which are known our people, sexually compatible with humans. Mantindane capable of fertilization of African women. And I came across many such cases in the past 30 years or so. For example, according to our culture, abortion is considered worse than murder. And if a woman of the tribe of the rural area in South Africa, is found to be pregnant by some unknown person, and then her pregnancy disappears, it's an indictment of abortion, and yet it certainly denies it.

If the confrontation between her and her family, husband and family, does not subside, then she challenges these people who accuse her, take her to the sangoma, it is — people like me. Sangoma will explore how many times a woman and if sangoma finds that the woman was pregnant, and somehow had her fetus removed — a procedure done Mantindane causes damage to certain women, for which any person with experience can recognize sangoma knows that the woman is telling the truth. In addition, the scent that remains on the people that touched his hands Mantindane that meticulous man will never forget, always clings to all women who have been fertilized Mantindane, no matter how much perfume or powder they try to use. So, that's why a lot of these cases come to the threshold of my life. Sangomas send me these people in large numbers, because they think that I — the best one to help with such problems.

Thus, over the last 40 years or so, I took a lot of women who were actually fertilized Mantindane and mysteriously ended their pregnancy, leaving women feeling pollution, guilt, and rejection by her family. It becomes my duty to convince the family to the woman's innocence, to try and heal the spirit and mind, horror — as well as physical trauma, which has undergone a woman, and in other ways to help her and her family to forget what happened.

No, sir, if these aliens — from a distant planet, why are they able to impregnate women? And why is that strange creature, which was naked, with red pubic hair, which climbed up to me on the desktop, why it had authority, which, although a little different from that of a normal woman, was still definitely a female body? Authority, there was in the wrong place. It was a little more in front than in normal women — between the legs. But it was identified, and it was like a woman's body. It had hair like a woman's body. So, sir, I believe that these so-called aliens are generally not far away. I believe they are — here with us, and I believe that they need substances from us, just as some of us, people use certain things from wild animals, such as monkeys, cancer, certain selfish own purposes.

I believe, sir, that we should study this dangerous phenomenon is very, very, clear and objective opinion.

Too many people fall into the temptation to consider these aliens as supernatural beings. They — just solid creatures, sir. They are like us, and, in addition, I'm going to make a statement that will be unexpected: Grey aliens, sir, are edible. Surprised?

Martin: Please continue.

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

Martin: Yes, I heard it and I'm worried about ….

Credo Mutwa: Their flesh — a protein, as well as the flesh of animals on Earth, but, anyone who ingests Grey alien flesh, comes very, very close to death. I almost did it.

You see, in Lesotho there is a mountain named Larayb, it is called Screaming Stone Mountain. Several times in the past 50 years or so, the devices failed, aliens near the mountain.

And for one last incident was reported in the newspapers not long ago. Africans who believe that these beings — gods, when they find the corpse of a dead Grey alien, they take it, put it in the bag, and carry into the bush, where they dismember and ritually eat it. But some of them die as a result of ingesting this stuff. About a year before I had the experience in the mountains Inyangani, I gave my friend in Lesotho, the flesh of what he called the god of the sky. I was skeptical about this. He gave me a small lump of gray, apparently dried material, which, he said, was the flesh. He and I and his wife spent one night ritual and ate the meat. After we ate that thing, sir, just the next day, our bodies were covered with a rash, which is not like anything I had experienced in my life before.

Our bodies were so covered with rashes and hives, it was as if we had small pox. We were itching, itching was terrible, especially under the armpits and between the legs, and buttocks. Our tongues began to swell. We could not breathe. And many days, my friend, his wife and I were totally helpless, secretly visited us initiates, who learned from my friend's shaman. I was very close to death. Our bodies were bleeding from nearly every hole. We were losing blood, lots of blood, when we went to the toilet. We could barely walk, just breathe. And after about 4 or 5 days, the rash subsided, then the skin is stretched. Our skin is beginning to stretch as a snake changes its skin. Sir, it was one of the worst experiences I've undergone. In fact, when I started to feel better, I thought that I was abducted Mantindane was a direct result of what I was eating the flesh of one of these creatures. I did not think that my friend gave me was flesh being. I assumed it was a root or herb or something. But then, I remembered the taste of it. It had a taste of copper, and had the same smell, which I had to face in 1959.

And, after the rash went down — while I was still stretched, and we smeared from head to foot with coconut oil, initiated, every day — a strange change came at us, sir, what I ask all the people of knowledge, who read it in your country, to try to explain to me. We went crazy, sir, absolutely insane. We started to laugh, really like in cartoons. It was a "ha ha ha ha ha ha," day after day — at the slightest provocation, we started making fun of our heads for hours until it is exhausted. And then the laughter gone, and then a strange thing happened, as my friend, and it was a goal they want to achieve the flesh eaters Mantindane.

It was as if we had ingested a strange substance, a drug like no other on this earth. Suddenly, our feelings were reinforced. When you drink the water, it was as if you drank the wine of some kind. Water is becoming as exciting as artificial drink. Food gets a surprising taste. All the senses are enhanced, and it is indescribable — it was as if I was one with the very heart of the universe. I can not describe it any other way. And this feeling of amazing intensity perception lasted for more than two months. When I listened to music, it was as if there was music behind the music, behind the music. When I drew a picture — what I do for a living for — and when I had any particular color on the tip of my brush, in that color as if they were different colors. It was an indescribable thing, sir. Even now I can not describe it. But let me now, sir, to come to anything — else.

Mantindane not the only aliens that we Africans have seen and stories about them. Many, many, many centuries ago, before the first Whites came to Africa, we African people encountered a race of aliens that looked exactly like the Europeans, who then invaded Africa. These aliens are high. Some of them are rather well built, like athletes, and they have a slightly slanted blue eyes and high cheekbones. They have golden hair and they look exactly like the Europeans of today, with one exception: their fingers are beautifully shaped, long and the fingers of musicians and artists.

Now, these creatures came to Africa from the sky, in the machine, which resembles a boomerang Australians. Now, when one of their vehicles goes down, it creates a whirlwind of dust, creating a very loud indeed, as this tornado. In the language of some African tribes, the vortex — Zungari-uzungo. Now, our people gave several names to these White-Kozhim aliens. They named their Vazungu word which loosely means "god", but literally means "people of dust devil or whirlwind". And, our people were familiar with these Vazungu from the start. They saw them, and they saw that some, in fact, many of these are Vazungu what seems a sphere made of crystal or glass sphere which they always playfully tossed the ball in their hands. And when the soldiers try to capture Vazungu, Vazungu throws the ball into the air and catches it in his hands, and then disappears.

But, some Vazungu were captured Africans in the past and forcibly kept in custody in the village chiefs and shamans in caves. The man who captured the Muzungu, as they are called in the singular, is to make sure that it keeps the glass ball is well-hidden from Vazungu. As long as he keeps the ball in the mortgage, Muzungu could not escape. And when Africans saw the real Europeans, the White from Europe, he took over the name Vazungu. Before we met people from Europe, we met a white-skinned Africans Vazungu, and we gave the name Vazungu real Europeans, from the aliens. Now, a Zulu language, we call the White Umlungu. Now, a word Umlungu implies exactly the same as Vazungu, "God or a creature that creates a large underground storm."

In Zaire, now called the Democratic Republic of Congo, White people called or Vatende Walendy. This, again, means "God or white creature." And word Vatende not only used to indicate the pink kozhego stranger, but is also used to indicate the area Chitauli. In Zaire, when shamans talk about terror masters, who run the Earth, they point to them as Chitauli, but they point to them evfimisticheski as Vatenda-va-muinda — is "white creature who brings light" because at night Chitauli eyes glow like red lights in the dense bush. They glow like a car tail lights in the dense bush. So, all-in-Vatenda muinda is "being white light," just so Chitauli called the Democratic Republic of Congo. There are over 24 other alien creatures, sir, that we Africans know, but I'll tell you briefly, now only two.

Sir, in the country called Zimbabwe, where I have a contact in 1959, there is also another creature. This — the most amazing thing, and I saw him once, and a few other people, some black and some white, who were with me. This creature — a huge creature, and shaped exactly like a gorilla, but it does not look like a gorilla, which often goes on his feet, as well as the joints. Being of whom I say, sir, growing about 8 feet or 9 feet tall, and is made exactly like a gorilla, but her body is very powerful. His shoulders are very wide, the neck is very thick. It is covered with thick, coarse fur, more than any other wild animal in Africa. This is — a humanoid creature, with the hips and legs and feet, as well as hands and arms, which look exactly like those on the man, only covered with a thick layer of dark brown fur. This creature, sir, it is known as Oh people of Zimbabwe. And schools of people have seen this creature, hundreds of generations. Some of these creatures have been seen right here in South Africa, in isolated bushy and mountainous areas. These Wow, detail by detail, exactly the same as those that Native Americans of the North-West of the United States called the Bigfoot or Sasquatch. In fact, I say it — the same thing, and we have it right here in South Africa. This — also exactly the same creature, but with a completely different color of skin, such as that seen by people in the hills of Nepal Himalayas, the creature called Bigfoot.

Now, the latter being, sir, a creature that is so well-known in South Africa and elsewhere in Africa, if you mention her name, people smile. This is called the Tokolosh. Every African knows what Tokolosh. Some call it Tikolosh. It looks like a very nasty teddy bear in appearance, whose head is like a teddy bear's head, but has a thick, sharp, bony crest on top of the head. The crest is from the top of the forehead to the back of his head, and this ridge it can knock down an ox, butting his head. This creature makes Black people in certain places to raise their beds on bricks, one brick laid on the other, about 3 feet above the ground. And you find this all over South Africa. This Tokolosh loves to play with children, and has been seen hundreds of times students in various parts of South Africa, even recently.

Sometimes it is terrorizing children, scratching them while they sleep, leaving long, parallel scratches on the back and thighs, scratches that become inflamed and cause terrible itching.

About two years ago, is being terrorized a whole school children in Soweto, near Johannesburg. And the students called it pink-pink. Now, this creature is known not only in South Africa among black people, it is also known, sir, among the Polynesians of Hawaii and other islands in the Pacific. These people raise their huts, their grass house on stilts, to the same height that Africans lift their bed. So, when you ask Polynesian, "Why do you build their huts so?" Polynesians say, "We want to protect themselves from the Tiki." Now, this is interesting, sir — this being exactly as seen in South Africa, is also seen in some Pacific Islands, and the name by which it is known in the Pacific, Tiki, is very close to the African word Tikilosh or Tokolosh.

Someday, I hope to share more information with your readers, but my appeal is again: Please explore! Please, let's explore! Let's stop being too skeptical. Excessive skepticism is just as dangerous and just as evil as gullibility.

No one can tell me that aliens do not exist. Let someone tell me what that hole in my side? Let someone tell me why after I copulated with the strange creatures, strange place, my male body terribly swollen, and many years after that I could not make love with an ordinary woman properly. Why? If this was a figment of my imagination, a figment of someone's imagination can leave scars and cracks on your male organ, some of which are still not healed? Let such people will answer me this question.

We need to explore, sir, because there is every indication that the alien creatures who share this planet with us are giving up. Why? As you can see, there is the development of a large fight, and anyone who thinks deeply about these things, can see that this struggle emerges more and more. What was I saying? Sir, about 30 or 40 years ago, very few people care 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 were then treated as heroes, and destroyed thousands of animals of Africa. 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 in the big game hunter, if he showed up at the hotel and announced who he was. Today, the big game hunter is not seen as a hero, but rather as a killer. Today there are men and women, black and white, who are willing to risk their lives to save the trees, save the animals and stop the madness of nuclear weapons tests.

Sir, what does that tell you? It tells you that, after thousands of years of being at the mercy of other people's things, people start to resist. People are starting to care about the world in which they live and in which they find themselves. But aliens Chitauli, Mantindane — call them what you will — is not going to change that situation. They are going to punish us, as they did centuries before.

The aliens once destroyed a nation whose name came to us as a nation Amariri Africans. It is said that kings Amariri, this incredible country, which, as we believed, lay the sun set, refused to do what they are told to do Chitauli. Kings, while refusing to sacrifice their children Chitauli. They refused to fight with others, to maintain the image Chitauli as gods. It is said that Chitauli dropped fire from heaven. They lit it from the sun, and they used it to burn that great civilization. They caused earthquakes and tidal waves and destroyed much of civilization Khmer people with long green hair, which is said to have been the first people ever created on this earth. It is said that only a few Chitauli allowed survivors to escape a Amariri destruction, and that they are ready to do it again in the very near future.

I'm worried about what's going to happen in other countries. All these earthquakes, which caused the destruction of human life in the Middle East and parts of Africa and India, why does my heart feel frightened when I read about all this? These earthquakes occur with unnatural regularity now, in Egypt, Armenia, and one of these earthquakes was so powerful that it was right across the planet and made a very sacred rock in Namibia, a rock known as the Finger of God, which was tens of thousands of years, destroying in a pile of rubble. And when that rock collapsed, I received many worried letters from sangomas who believed that the destruction of the rock sign near the end of the world.

Any questions, please?

Martin: I read your poem, your commitment. In your commitment you mention the name Dzhabulon. You can tell who it is?

Credo Mutwa: Dzhabulon, sir, is a very strange god. It is assumed that it is the leader Chitauli. He — God, who, to my great surprise, I discovered, especially worshiped certain groups of White people. We knew about Dzhabulone many, many centuries, we Black people. But I am surprised that there are White people who worship this god, among them — the people who are accused of many of the things that happened on this earth, namely, the Freemasons. We believe that Dzhabulon — leader Chitauli. He — Old. And one of his titles, the one African language, sir, "Umbaba-Samahongo" lord king, the great father of the terrible eyes — because we believe that Dzhabulon has one eye. If he opens the eyes, you die if he looks at you.

Say, sir, that Umbaba fled 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 — said that under the Mountains of the Moon in Zaire is the great city of copper, many thousands of shining buildings. There's a god or Umbaba Dzhabulon. And this god is waiting for the day when the surface of the Earth will be cleared of people so that he, and his children, Chitauli could go out and enjoy the heat of the sun.

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

One of these priests, I'm sure you seen it, or do you know of him. His name Akiong Rinpoche. He — one of the leading Tibetan priests in England, who was banished into exile with the Dalai Lama, and he visited me once in my healing village in Soweto. And one of the things, as Akiong Rinpoche asked me if I knew of a secret city which is somewhere in Africa, a city made of copper? "I said, but Akiong, you describe Umbaby city, the city of the invisible God, who is hidden under the ground. How do you know that? "And Akiong Rinpoche, who is a very serious investigator of strange phenomena, told me that one day the great Lama left Tibet with a group of followers and came to Africa in search of the city. And Lama and his followers, never seen again. They never went back to Tibet. Now, sir, we have a history in sub-Saharan Africa about little Yellow men who came to Africa in search of Umbaby, the city from which you can not come back alive. What is surprising, sir, I do not know whether or not within the area of your newspaper, but there is — very, very disturbing stories which I researched here in South Africa, the history, the meaning of which I do not understand.

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Credo Mutwa: Hello.

Martin: Yes, Creed. I can only say that I am very grateful to your efforts at this time to speak with me, and I understand that it is difficult.

Credo Mutwa: I appreciate the honor you do me a lot more than you realize. And I know how white people often see anyone who speaks of things that I say, as the supernatural.

Sir, I do not want to be put up for public ridicule, as I have, but our people are dying! Not only do we have a problem with drugs in South Africa, not only do we have a problem with crime in my country, which is a thousand times more vicious than ever before, not only do we have problems with AIDS, sir but we also have a weird problem that often come our problems in ways that when you study them together, show you that something extraterrestrial happening in South Africa. I can share this with you, sir?

Martin: Yes, please.

Credo Mutwa: Sir, according to my culture — very rough for just one person talking to another person, not giving it another chance to argue. So, out of respect for your paper and in you, I would ask you, in your country, the United States, there are strange stories about building underground structures — because we have similar stories in South Africa, and here they have a very strange results indeed.

Martin: Yes, there are many stories of underground facilities — we call them underground bases, and, in fact, in the paper, which I have been involved earlier, we did one issue is completely dedicated to showcasing the location of these underground bases. Not only that ….

Credo Mutwa: is the exact same thing here in South Africa, and it has been for many years. I can confirm this for me, but I was not able to prove it to others. You see, sir, a man like me, who are the two worlds — the world of African mysticism and modern, practical world — should be very careful in what he says. But about 5 years ago, I lived in a small town Mazikeng very historic city that was the site of the famous siege by the Boers in the war of 1899-1902.

It was here, sir, Scouting, Boy Scouts movement, was founded by Captain Powell. I'm sure you've heard of him. But, while I was living in Mazinkenge, many people came to me, ordinary tribesmen, sir, some of them are completely illiterate. These people have complained to me that their relatives mysteriously disappeared. They wanted me to know what happened to their relatives. And I said to these people, who did not know each other, where your relatives disappear? These people told me an incredible story, and it was this: Near Mazikeng there is a known place of which, I'm sure you've heard, the place that we call the Las Vegas of South Africa. This is — the famous casino complex / hotel called Sun City.

Martin: Yes.

Credo Mutwa: I was told that under Sun City strange activity occurred mining, deep underground, and that many of the Africans who worked in those mines disappeared and never returned home, even though their wages continued to come to their families. People never returned home, as do ordinary miners.

Now, I've studied the subject, sir, and, like a fool, I refused to believe it. And then more stories came to me, because when the African is in deep trouble, he or she is always looking for sangoma to find the cause of trouble. Sir, it was a different story, and this I found to be shocking truth — that there was construction across the border from South Africa, the land known as Botswana. There, the Americans recruited African workers and had taken of them sign a confidentiality agreement. Americans were building there a secret airport which can take modern jet fighters. Now, I do not believe it. Again, I was told that many mysteriously disappeared there — ordinary tribesmen, sir, not even educated Black people, ordinary workers are still missing. And when their relatives are trying to find out where did they go, they are greeted as cold as ice silence. Now, I would like to look at it, and one thing that made me act was that a strange story spread throughout South Africa, the South African fighter jet shot down a flying saucer. And jet fighters took off 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 climb over the wire and go to the country. Borders are not so strongly protected in certain places, as many people think. I went there with some friends, and I found that there was such a base in Botswana, not underground, but on the surface. This is — the air base, but Black people are afraid to even be seen next to her, because I said that you go away if you get too close, and the man who took us there, does not want to come to that place. I learned this from a distance, and the base does exist, and people said that if we got a little closer, we would have disappeared. This is a very strange thing, sir, because there are a lot of military bases all over South Africa, and Botswana, but this fills a deep horror of local residents. Why this is so, I am still struggling to learn, even now, because there are too many strange things going on in my country, and they affect the lives of many of our people are really horrible way. Now, there is another thing, sir: it is the one of the things that Chitauli like to do in their underground caves, where many fires are always burning, we are told, when Chitauli sick and starts to lose large chunks of skin on his body, saying that there is a disease Chitauli from which they are losing large chunks of skin, leaving only raw flesh.

When Chitauli sick way, servants Chitauli usually kidnapped a young girl, a virgin, and brought to a place underground. There's a girl bound, hand and foot, wrapped in a golden blanket, and lay next to Chitauli, sick Chitauli, week after week. Its good to feed and care for her, but kept bound hand and foot, and only released at a specific time to free himself. It is said that after the patient Chitauli improve, then the human girl like give away. She is given a chance to escape, a chance which is not really a chance. Then, when she runs, she runs on the cave for a long time, pursued the flying creatures that are made of metal, and its return when it reaches the peak of fatigue and fear. Then she lay down on the altar, usually wild stone, flat on top. Then, her cruelly sacrificed, sir, and her blood is drunk Chitauli patients, who then gets better. But, a girl can be sacrificed only when it is very, very, very scared, because if it is not afraid to say that her blood will not save the patient Chitauli. It must be the blood of a very frightened man, really. Now, this habit of persecution victims also used ordinary African cannibals, sir. Zulu on the ground, in the last century, there were cannibals who usually ate people, and their descendants, even today, will tell you if they trust you, that the flesh of a person who is frightened and forced to overcome a long distance in an attempt to escape, the taste is much better than the flesh of someone who was just killed.

Now, sir, some time ago, here in South Africa — and it is — is still an ongoing process, 5 White girls disappeared. They were schoolgirls, sir. These schoolgirls were, each of them, a very talented child — or a child who showed signs of spiritual power, or a child who was the leader of the class in any discipline or subject matter. Five such children disappeared in South Africa. It was a very big story in the paper and, one day, white men came to me and convinced me to try to trace the children. And one day, White brought me a rubber toy that belongs to the White child who had disappeared. And I took the rubber toy in my hand, and I noticed that his eyes toys, seemed moved. It was as if the rubber toy, a toy dinosaur, was about to burst into tears. I felt very bad, as if I wanted to get up and run away. And then I said to White, "Listen to this: a child who had this toy, dead. What you want to do with me? This child is dead. I feel it. "And the White, who was a television producer, took the toy, school books, and a sweater, and he left. And, sure, White schoolgirl was found dead, buried in a shallow grave near the road.

Now, other people have come to me asking for my help in finding their missing children. Are they dead? Are they alive? Before I could do anything, sir, while I still had the phone in my house — my phone started ringing and people are very angry voices, the voices of white men shouted at me and told me to stop helping those people. They told me that if I did not stop my wife splashed in the face with acid, and that my children will be killed, one by one. And, sure, my youngest son was brutally beaten, almost to death, one day, unknown people, who, as his son later told friends were white-skinned people. So I stopped, sir. I say reliable sources, more than 1,000 children disappear in South Africa, almost every month. And they will never see again. Many people, especially in the newspaper field, think that it is — the result of child prostitution racket. But I do not think so. Children — if you check the history of many of these children, they were not ordinary street children, sir. They — students that excel in the classroom, because of certain things that they have time to most, or who stand out in their class because of their abilities.

Not only is it sir, but ordinary women have disappeared in this way, in Mazikenge, too, in more or less the same time, when the 5 White children disappeared. In Mazikenge, two black teacher, disappeared with his car and never appeared again. But I do not want to burden you, sir, this terrible history. But let me tell you one last thing: After the disappearance of 5 White students, the police arrested the priest, the priest of the White Reform Church, Reverend Van Rooy. Said that it was Van Rooijen was responsible for the disappearance of these poor White students. And he helped his girlfriend, who lured the children. Before Van Rooijen appeared in court, a very strange thing happened. He and his girlfriend were shot to death in his small car, a small 4 × 4 truck. And, after they had been shot, the truck was able to stop the moving truck never does — and I was told later, a white woman, who knew Van Rooijen that Van Rooijen and his woman did not commit the crime, the police told the newspaper . They were actually killed. Why? Since Van Rooijen was found with a gunshot wound to his right temple, and yet, all the people who knew him, knew that he was left-handed. So who killed Van Rooijen and his woman? This is — one of the biggest and ugliest mysteries in South Africa to date.

There is more, much more about these matters, but I do not want to waste your time on this.

Martin: When we talked about Greis, you talked about Chitauli. You describe them as reptiles, now correct me if I'm wrong — you described them as tall and thin, big-headed, big-eyed creatures?

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir. They are high. They go — you see, Grey aliens walk jerky movements, sir, as if something is wrong with their feet. But Chitauli walk very gracefully, like trees gently swaying in the wind.

They are high. They have large heads. Some of them have horns around their heads. Now, let me express my amazement — in one of the films that have recently emerged in South Africa, the film "Star Wars", the latter shows a character EXACTLY how Chitauli, for sure! It has horns on its head. This warrior Chitauli.

Royal Chitauli has no horns around the head, but has a dark ridge from the top of the forehead back. They — very graceful creatures, they say, sir, but they have — on the little finger — a claw, which is very sharp, straight claw, which they use to blow through the nostril of a man to drink human brains in one of their rituals.

Martin: Now, have fair skin?

Credo Mutwa: They rozovokozhie. They are white-skinned, like paper, almost like a certain type of cardboard. Their skin is like the skin is definitely, scaly, reptilian creatures. Their foreheads are very large, bulging, and they look highly intelligent.

Martin: Now, it was said — I've heard that these things have a lot of control, and they thrive in the principle of "divide and rule".

Credo Mutwa: Yes, they do, sir. They are opposed to one person. I could give you many examples of fun, using some African languages as Chitauli say divided the people. They love — you know who they like, sir? They like religious fanatics.

Martin: (Laughter)

Credo Mutwa: Those who are loaded with too much religion, love Chitauli.

Martin: Well, now, I would not be surprised if Chitauli common in the United States because of the large number of underground bases. In the United States, the number of missing children — so astronomically high that trade in White slaves is not the answer to these questions.

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir, I agree. But I'm sorry sir, I feel that it is in Africa meant something very funny happened. Let me tell you what happened to me recently, sir. We still have a little time. I do not want to delay, one minute or less.

Martin: No, no, it's okay.

Credo Mutwa: When I began to speak with Mr. David Ike, and it was (when) Mr. Ike began to talk about me in Cape Town, I paid a visit to three white men, who represented that they were from South America. These people told me that something happened on the 9th of this month, 09/09/99. They said it would happen in Lake Titicaca, a place I once visited about 2 years ago.

Martin: a very special place.

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir. And then, these people told me when we spoke — these people, sir, told me through an interpreter that Africa is a country where something will happen soon, that will decide the fate of all mankind. And then we parted with very kind words, sir, but these people have left me a letter which I did not open a few hours after they left. In this letter it was written that I should visit and talk with David Ike, and that strange man named King Alia was watching me. I do not know who is the King Alia. And they said to me when we met — that they obey the great lord named Melchizedek. And, after I read this threatening letter, which threatened that if I was going to say, my wife, who is ill with cancer and was in hospital, died. Then, I started to wonder. Who were these people? Then, because I was in South America before, I found that the Spanish language, which they said was different from the Spanish language, which is spoken in South America. These people used Spanish in Spain, and not a little weakened Spanish South America. Even now, sir, that threat still hanging over my head, and I can point out, sir, a strange thing to be able to see with their own eyes the one you sent me not: my wife is sick with cancer in the hospital, which is the largest hospital in South Africa, Sir. And on one of the X-ray images of the uterus my wife had noticed a strange metal device, the form of which has puzzled doctors. I talked to my wife. I asked her who put the subject, which is visible on X-ray, in her womb. My wife said that no one had ever touched her, and no one ever did not put anything into it. But the subject, Sir, which is clearly visible in X-rays, and is clearly marked by the arrow in the picture, first seen in the first image disappears on the next two, and again visible on the fourth shot. I am very, very puzzled by this. No matter what we may think, sir, there are some strange things going on in this world, and they require the collection of information, research, and explanation. What is this strange device that doctors can not identify, in the womb does a 65 year old woman? My wife is suffering, and I could lose it at any moment, because I can not get her out of the hospital. Who put this device in her uterus, and why? I will never know the answer, not in this world.

Martin: I'm sorry to hear that your wife's cancer. I lost my mother just last year from cancer, and I know it — a very painful struggle.

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir, it is.

Martin: Well, I'm sorry that you are going through this.

Credo Mutwa: The training of soldiers to Zulu custom, we have something like a Japanese samurai, what we call Kawai, ie Warrior sun. That's when the sun warrior who is trained like I am, exposed horrible experience, it has to transform the pain caused by such an experience in a cold, furious battle to overcome the grief he feels.

And, at this point, sir, I'm upset about what is happening in my country, what is happening to our people, what happens to my wife, who is also my sister. You see, we — what is called a sacred marriage between a man sanuzi, shaman, and his half-sister. And my wife, whom I lose — my half-sister. We have the same father and different mothers. You know, sir, I feel a cold rage that Africa is destroyed. I feel, sir, cold anger, that our people are destroyed by forces which, when you study them, you will find a completely alien. And, here, let me share with you, sir, one last thing, please, that will make your readers understand why I feel the way I feel now. As you know, sir, 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 who is HIV infected. Sir, I feel a cold anger in my heart that we accept someone else's illness, which came out of nowhere, a disease which, as anyone who understands a little thought to have been made somewhere to carry humanity heavy losses.

When I study the eyes of my daughter, sir, I feel cold. I have two daughters, adult, young women, and it is — the youngest. Another low and stocky and loving — a beautiful African girl with a big ass and big boobs. But this girl, who is dying because of the disease, a slender, dark-skinned like my mother, and she is very beautiful, even by European standards — and I can not look into the eyes of my children and see what I read there: obedience, why ? Why? If AIDS was a natural disease, sir, I would have accepted it, because man must live side by side with the disease in the world. But the child with whom you spend years training and educating, suddenly inhaled before your eyes, the disease made by evil people, I want to tear someone's eyes for what happened. I'm sorry, sir.

Martin: I understand.

Credo Mutwa: We need to study this thing. Whether there is one last question that you would like to ask?

Martin: Yes. I would love to return to the copper city for a moment. It seems that this would be the equivalent Dzhabulon that, in the West, we call Satan. What do you say?

Credo Mutwa: I think so, yes, sir. He — head Chitauli. And, like Satan, he lives in an underground house, where many fires have always supported him warm. Because, we are told that after the great war with God, they have cold blood, and they can not stand the cold weather, which causes them to seek human blood, and they also require that the fire always burning, where they work.

Martin: Well, in the recently released video tape that he released David Icke stated that changes the shape of the reptile to keep their shape, their appearance, they are similar to human form, have to drink human blood. And there is something about the blond gene, apparently. Now, I do not know what …

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

You see, sir, not all Africans have dark hair. There are Africans who are regarded as holy, as very sacred. They are — Africans who are born with natural red hair. These Africans are believed to be very spiritually strong. Now, in Africa, people such olbimers or redheads, Africans were the majority of victims of sacrifice, especially when they have just entered into maturity — whether they were men or women.

Martin: Now, when you were able to see the eye under the appearance of the Grey aliens, can you say that the reptilian creatures were covered under the


Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir, right. I'll tell you why. There is a snake here in South Africa, called Mamba.

Martin: Yes, it is very deadly.

Credo Mutwa: This is — one of the most poisonous snakes that you can find. She has eyes like the eyes EXACTLY Chitauli and Mantindane. And such a Python, sir. Crocodiles eyes look a lot like the alien eyes, but they are not as hypnotic and not as shrill as the eyes Mamba or Python. If you can picture, sir, eyes Python, increased about 10 times, you will get exactly what your eyes look like Chitauli.

Martin: Well, as they say, and I believe that this is true, for lack of a better way to put it — a war between light and darkness, good and evil on this planet.

Credo Mutwa: Yes. Yes, sir. Yes.

Martin: And of course there is a God in His universe, the God of Light and Justice.

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir.

Martin: How does your culture, how you treat God's intervention through its owners, through his representatives? In all things to be a balance, and it also acts on the planet earth, both above and below. As you can see, many readers can read about it all, and it seems very, very frightening, almost hopeless — and yet, of course there is hope. So, I would like to end this interview with a message of hope.

Credo Mutwa: Yes. Please, sir, there is hope! Look, first of all, is God above us. And this God is more real than many of us believe. God is not a figment of someone's imagination. God is not something invented by old men and women in prehistoric times. God exists, sir. But between us and God — beings who claim to be gods. And from these things we have to get rid of, 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 intervenes. However, we see that God intervenes slowly, but wait: Who would have thought that less than 30 years ago, no one has cared about the environment. Who put this sudden piety inside all of us? Now, sir, the people around the world stand up and fight for the rights of women and children's rights. Who put these ideas into our minds? Chitauli not, not any demonic creature is — God working in the background and makes us strong and able to resist these ugly creatures. You see, sir, God seems to work slowly in our eyes, because God lives in time, completely different from our own. God — there. God works. And it is God, sir, for the first time in our existence, makes us aware of these things, makes us aware that in this world we are not alone, and that we must be spiritual and solely responsible for our actions, and we must neutralize these alien beings which for many years lead us in a circle. People have never known any real progress, sir, because they were the forces that prevent us to achieve our rightful position in the universe, and I mean Chitauli I mean Mantindane I mean Midzimu. We need to stop treating them as superhuman beings. They — only parasites that need us more than we need them. And only a fool would deny the fact that we are not the only intelligent species that has made this planet. Across Africa, there is overwhelming evidence that there were giant people who walked on this planet, in the days of the dinosaurs. There are traces of granite, each 6 feet long and 3? wide, traces mature people, sir, which date back thousands of years, millions of years. Where were these giants? Who knows, the dinosaurs may have produced intelligent race, a race that is deceiving us, that they came from the stars, when in fact they are — part of the planet on which we live. There is hope, and hope is very bright. Christ Child is born in all of us, but like all deaths, the death of a child of the light (the death of the old I can convert in baptism) may be burdened with great danger, as the enemy is in despair. The enemy will make mistakes, and we will win in the name of God. That's what I believe, sir, and that is what will keep me until my last breath.

Martin: And it is — a great place to finish the thought, at this point. Now, let me just say, just for you, since 1974, I have seen many, many spaceships, close enough (though not in and of the abduction). I had the experience — in the mountains of Southern Oregon, we came upon traces of Bigfoot …

Credo Mutwa: Ah ha!

Martin: … by the river, where we camped. I heard a Bigfoot in the mountains at night. I heard their screams …

Credo Mutwa: Ya-Ya! Do you see?

Martin: … from one mountain to another. This is — the things that I have experienced. I know that these things are real!

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir. Then, I say with the same warrior, and I say, "We shall overcome", as U.S. Marines sang during the Second World War.

Martin: Yes, and during the Vietnam War.

Credo Mutwa: We shall overcome, we shall overcome, but skeptics must stop laughing, and fools must stop calling these aliens gods. There is only one God, and he or she, or it — He who made us, and not some impostor who came from somewhere else to hide behind us and drink the blood of our children. Amen to that, sir.

Martin: Yes, absolutely correct. Credo, please know that I deeply appreciate what you have done and the courage just said sincerely. It took time to hide these things, and now the time just tell the truth. And for those who do not believe or do not even consider the possibility of this, well, they just mess it worse.

Credo Mutwa: Exactly, and also to push people to the fact that there is no reason to fear that — anything. If we go by the prospect of creating information available, which should be available to every single person on this magnificent planet, what the hell they threaten your peace? If this is just ridiculous, let it be. Stop killing and ridicule and destroy people, catching up fear. This — the prospect of which I proceed, and I'm sure David, too, and apparently you, too, are doing well. I'm not afraid of anything. Now is the time to speak and acquire consciousness — a global, general awareness — and to take out the thing to see. Thanks, I really appreciate it.

Martin: Absolutely correct. Thank you.

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