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    This sounds just like what we read about in the cases Hancock brought to light, mentioned by Eliade, in which shamanic initiations are described in all sorts of graphic and horrible sounding ways. Next, Mutwa describes the hybrid cloning and fetus scenes we read about earlier, that appeared to be MILAB cases in reality: “This creature (pointing to something looking like a grey), took me out of the room, assisted by another one and they pushed me along a corridor which curved slowly in that direction, towards my right and then, I was shown many things which even today, I don’t understand. I was shown little versions of this creature swimming in huge swimming pools which looked like they were made out of glass in a pinkish liquid like ugly little frogs inside the liquid. They looked like aborted human fetuses. They were very terrible and disgusting. Then we came to another room, and there I saw a number of people undergoing the same torture that I had undergone.” “

    And there are people who claim that these creatures are gods. There are people sir that say these creatures are experimenting on us. That is a lot of rubbish. These creatures are harvesting us. These creatures are not aliens, Mr. Icke. These creatures are sexually compatible with our women, and what does that tell you? It tells you that they came from here. They are part of us.”

    “But we are told sir, that the Chitauri, feed on the energy that we humans give them. They make us to fight each other, and when the whole land is drowning in death and fear and terror. When hundreds and hundreds of people are angry and afraid, the Chitauri get fed, because they eat what we call the dark power which is brought about when human beings destroy the planet in which they live.”

    Next, Mutwa relates his “mystical” experience of a very special kind where he was “Initiated”: “It was in 1958. In fact, I think that the incident that I’m going to describe to you, sir, is somehow connected to what happened to me in 1959. A friend of mine in Desotu???, called me. He said that he had something very important and that we had to share it. He said, please, I must come to Desotu, I must come. And I went there. And then I found that he had dug a hole in the back off his hut. And he asked me that he and I and his second wife should go into this hole on the night to come and then to share something very very holy. We went down the hole. We used a broken ladder. There inside the hole we ate small pieces of something. He told me to chew these things ???, as they were quite hard. I still had teeth in my face at that time. And I chewed and I chewed. But I noticed that what I was chewing was some kind of dried substance and it had the same taste that you would feel in your mouth if you sucked a copper penny. It had that coppery taste.”

    “And on the following day, we all became terribly ill. Very, very ill. Our skins erupted into a rash. It was very, very painful. It was very itchy. We bathed with urine trying to take the itching away, but it failed. We bathed with sheep dip, and it failed. And in the end, I could no longer breath at


  all. My tongue appeared to swell many times its size. And then I got so sick I could barely open my eyelids.”

    “And when I could speak, I asked him, what was the thing that you gave me to eat? This is what has made us so sick, why did you do this my friend? He said, look, what we shared is something that can only be eaten while you are hiding in a hole and that thing is the flesh of a god. I said, God? He said, Yes, I said, but I am sick now. He said, Wait. You’ll recover. You either die in two days or you recover. Now we are going to recover because we are still alive after 2 days. Mr. Icke, I can’t describe to you what happened next. I wish you to imagine, sir. You are sick, weak and feverish. Suddenly you get stark, staring, raving, laughing mad. We started laughing. Hahahahaha. It was utterly incredible. What had caused the laughter we did not know, but we laughed for hours. All three of us. And then when our jaws couldn’t laugh anymore, a new thing happened. My friend’s eldest daughter gave us all water, and when I drank that water my sense of taste was so heightened that I was utterly shaken. Ordinary water from a mountain spring tasted like, I don’t know like what. Like wine, like something from out of I don’t know where. My taste buds must have been supped up somehow. And then another feeling which I cannot describe fell over all of us. It was a feeling as if we were one with the entire universe. When I looked at a tree outside my friend’s homestead, it was as if that tree was a multi-colored living rainbow. When I looked at the mountains far away, my sense of sight was so intense I could see colors beyond colors. I can’t give you any other description. And then sir, afterwards, I was very weak, but with a monstrous appetite. And then, I left my friend’s homestead and returned to South Africa. Every step of the way, I seemed like a person reborn. It was a feeling that no words can describe. When I asked my friend, by letter, afterward, what was this god-flesh, he said it had been the flesh of a Puana” Icke: “What we call the Greys?”

    Mutwa: “Yes, Sir. People who say that these things don’t exist had better think again. They are tangible. They are smellable, and furthermore, they are edible, if you are willing to take the risk. In Africa, we have an ancient custom whose existence many people deny today. That anything that claims to be a God should be eaten.”

    Well, well, well, Mr. Icke, what have you got to say for yourself now?

    Mutwa uses partially true information convoluted with false information. Next, there is an attempt to link the Reptilians with the world concept of the devil in a way that will entice Christians to believe the myth.

    Credo: “Yes sir. The power of the Chitauri. Because, to a Chitauri, horns are not just for goring other Chitauri, as often gore each other. No, horns are a symbol of status. And through his horns, a Chitauri is able to communicate with human beings far across the face of the earth.”

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