Incredible ZULU Shaman Credo Mutwa, on aliens and the origins of man.

[The Universeable]

Follow-up. The download file contains three videos,

Reptilianagenda part 1&2 and Interview with Credo Mutwa. I watched part 1 and most of part 2 in Reptilianagenda last night.

He mentions most things that are mentioned in this thread, but he also mentions quiet a few other things. Some of the new stuff he mentions are:

• You can only kill the Chitauri, by use of a sharp stick made out of tick wood.
• The masters of the bankers are the Chitauri, so don't think our problem are the bankers/elite.
• An ancient necklace he shows in the video, of unknown origin, with 12 objects on it
• The devil (of the christian bible) is portrayed more and more nowawdays like the Chitauri
• He met a guy in the streets of Johannesburg, who he saw in his traumatic experience (where he was held) who was also traumatised by the greys.

And loads more info.

I watched the rest of the credo interviews, and here's some more stuff he mentions.

• Why children are captured, and why parents abuse children

• The connection between the illuminati and the reptilians

• South Africa and goings on

• Underground structures in Lesotho and South Africa

• What happens during child sacrifice

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[Eugene66]

Hello Eugene.
This month has been one of the most inspiring months for me. I have had the pleasure of meeting some very wise and knowledgeable people over the last couple of weeks.

I have had lengthy discussions with these people and they are speaking about the same thing and confirming to me, what I have been told by Oneness.

I had the great pleasure of being in the company of Credo Mutwa for two days; Credo Mutwa is a Sanusi, the ancient story teller. He carries with him ancient knowledge of Africa and its people, which has been passed down orally from Sanusi to Sanusi, from the beginning of time. He is a Prophet that foresaw the Twin Tower attack on 9/11. He predicted that President Thabo Mbeki would not see out his full term. A very good friend and colleague of Credo’s; David Icke, says that he is a genius. As David has stated; an African man who is extremely knowledgeable and talented with Art, Poetry and amazing Sculptures. His stories of our true history and where we actually came from are astounding.

Credo mentioned that Southern Africa birthed Egypt , and not the other way around as has been stated. We come from the stars and South Africa has many ancient sacred sites which are long lost and forgotten that existed more than 100,000 years ago.

He told me that Southern Africa will determine the outcome of humanity and that Africa holds the key to our salvation. He also mentioned that 2010 and 2012 will be very important years; it will bring great challenges to us human beings. How we respond and act towards these challenges will determine the outcome. Sadly, he feels that at the moment, we are not doing too well to overcome these challenges and stated that he would rather not be here to see this transformation, as this will be a time of great suffering for his people. This coincides with information that I have received.

The Oneness Blessing Monk from India , whom I met recently, mentioned exactly the same point, basically Africa is the key to the awakening of our reality, and humanity will be challenged on all levels. This will cause people to look within themselves for the truth and find the answers to their existence. By 2012, there has to be a critical mass of human beings awakened on the planet in order to achieve collective awakening in the future.

David Icke tells us that the financial crisis is not over, and that it is going to get worse. (I think he is very correct in comment!)

Harry S. Dent Jr., an economist and finical advisor, wrote the book “The Great Boom Ahead” published in 1992 made a statement predicting the great boom of the nineties. Other economists predicted the complete opposite, which is stated in his latest book “The great Depression Ahead”.

“The economy appears to recover from the sub-prime crisis and minor recession by mid to late 2009, the calm before the storm” (This is situation that is happening right now!)

“Stock prices start to crash again between late 2009 into later part of 2010 and is likely to bottom around mid 2012 or mid 2013” (This ties up with what Credo and the Oneness Monk have informed me).

“The economy enters a deeper depression between 2010 and early 2011 that is likely to extend on and off into later part of 2012 or towards the middle of 2013.” (The real crash is to come in 2010 that will make the recent one we have presently experienced, look like nothing in comparison, as David Icke has stated - the real one has still to come!)

Harry. S .Dent does not predict with a crystal ball; he looks at graphs and cycles over the past hundreds years then plots them out. When he looks at the graphs, he can see the cycles and patterns of the past and by projecting them into the future, he can predict what is going to happen to the world’s economy in the future. In other words, he studies the re-occurring cycles and patterns of the matrix program.

This matrix program shuts down in 2012, so predictions after this date will be very difficult, because our future reality will no longer be controlled by the old program.

We will write the new program collectively, moment to moment, and influence our reality without quarantine and controlled restrictions, our destiny as a collective reality will truly be in our hands.

We will have to turn to our brightest light within each of us, as we proceed through the darkest period of our time. (As Argon always stated to me“Peace in Chaos”). It will not just be financial structures transforming, it will be the environment, our society, and religion, etc.

All these structures have to go because these are the old reality. Our reality will go through the same as we go through on a personal level and as we awaken, all old patterns and beliefs will be broken down so that the new ones can form and rebuild the new “us”.

Credo told me that our present President of South Africa, Mr. Jacob Zuma will be the last black President of South Africa. If this is true, then I feel that something dramatic has to happen in South Africa for this to actually come to pass, this again resonates with what Oneness and the other people have told me.

I asked him if this can be changed and he answered; “Yes, but I cannot see it change by the way we are carrying on at the present moment”.

Let me pause for a moment; and say, this is very important message.

This all sounds and seems to so negative, like an apocalypse is on the way, for many it will feel like that, but if you have worked truthfully on your own issues/programming and transformed yourself to be a more self aware being. e.g. Connected and Merged with your “More Aware – Self, the Oneness aspect of you. You will have the awareness, intuition and know how to navigate these difficult and challenging times.

How will you know if you have achieved this – simple, whatever is happening around you in the world it will not have a deep impact on your life. You will be affected but not in the same way as the other people. You will always be in the right place at the right time.

So, if you are not yet at this point, start working on yourself, it will be the most important thing you have ever done. It is going to be hard enough just dealing with your own issues as they arrive. Never mind dealing with the collective reality issues at the same time.

We must understand that with all huge change comes uncertainty and discomfort to us. It is the reaction to the change that will determine the outcome.

An example of this is; when we do major alterations to our house we tend to become very emotional. It may very well be with the builders or the fact that the house is in upheaval. We become impatient as we want it to be finished in order for us to live in peace again.

Through this time we need to teach ourselves the skill to transform our emotional and mental state, beliefs and programming. Above all, we need to remember who we really are (A Oneness being) and become it and express it into this reality.

I now, return to the discussion with Credo. What an amazing person!

I showed him my world globe and pointed out to him the Hara line with the Seven Creative Centers of the world. I informed him that Oneness had told me that in the future, South Africa , the Kundalini energy of the world would release its power up the Hara line and transform the world back to its original state of being.

As he looked at the globe, I went on to tell him about the Seven Creative Centers and his eyes opened wide and he replied: “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” He confirmed a lot of information about these Centers and told me that this process of releasing the Kundalini energy of the world had happened eleven times before, and this would be the twelfth (12 th) time. When he said this, “bells” started ringing in my head, I asked him, if he knew anything about twelve (12) around one (1)? As I asked him this question, I took off my twelve (12) pointed pendant and showed him.

He said twelve (12) around one (1) is thirteen (13), a very sacred number, to his people. The Monk from India confirmed this, and said that the number thirteen (13) is not a negative number, that in fact, it is very positive. It means complete union of male and female, otherwise the number of complete transformation to the one. The number one (1) is the male aspect and the number three (3) is the female aspect, when they merge, they make total transformation to Oneness.

I suggested to him; that because this will be the twelfth (12 th) time it will occur, it will complete twelve (12) aspects of transformation around the Creator the One. Therefore we will complete total transformation and return back to Oneness and break the endless cycles of repetition since the beginning of time.



Credo Healing Circle 12 stones around 1, The middle stone is in the middle where I am standing, it is the size of a clenched fist. He used sound to levitate these stones and move them 3km to build his healing circle. the circle is used to heal people. The big stone on my left side is the female and the stone touching my left arm at the back is the male.

My mind was now in overload and suddenly - everything became so clear, I knew at that very moment what the pendants and the year 2012 have in common. Our six (6) pointed pendants are all about self transformation and reconnecting the person back to Oneness, which a lot of people have been accomplishing over the years.

This is the first part of awakening process, the second part is that there has to be enough people awakened and connected to Oneness to channel and anchor Oneness into this reality before 2012 for collective transformation of Oneness to be achieved.

These awakened people will have a direct affect on our reality in 2012 and beyond and take it closer to collective awakening. If we do not reach this critical mass of people then awakening of our collective reality over the years will be very difficult, if not impossible. The Oneness Blessing Monk told me, we have not reached that critical mass yet, but are close.

From 2012, onward it will be about our reality transforming back to Oneness collectively, which is symbolized by the twelve (12) pointed pendant that I have been wearing for the last 2 years and is now being mass produced to sell to the public.

The twelve (12) point pendant is for the people who have successfully transformed themselves and are now taking part in the collective awakening and will have a profound impact on our reality and the people inside it.

It will carry the specific frequency of completion of transformation to Oneness of our collective reality, a coming together of the world as one. This is the ultimate experience of our reality, if we can succeed at doing this it will send shock waves through the infinite dimensions of our existence. This is why other dimensional beings are very interested in observing us take part in this experience.

We have between 20 to 50 years to complete this after 2012; if we do not complete this experience then the Kundalini energy of the world will do it for us, by releasing its raw energy up the Hara line of the world that will create transformation in a very fast but uncomfortable way. You could say this is the safety device of Oneness in case we are not able to succeed.

We have a great chance of experiencing a unique and ultimate experience of Oneness, so let us go for it. There is nothing to lose, let us play this wonderful game and complete it.

Project Free Zimbabwe is about this experience, so join up and take part. The name will be changed to “Kundalini Awakening of the World”. As now I see the bigger picture and now realize what is really going on. Will we be ready? Will we have transformed our reality in time for the final Kundalini experience? Let us wait and see, it is now up to us.

[The Universeable]

Follow-up. The download file contains three videos,

Reptilianagenda part 1&2 and Interview with Credo Mutwa. I watched part 1 and most of part 2 in Reptilianagenda last night.

He mentions most things that are mentioned in this thread, but he also mentions quiet a few other things. Some of the new stuff he mentions are:

• You can only kill the Chitauri, by use of a sharp stick made out of tick wood.
• The masters of the bankers are the Chitauri, so don't think our problem are the bankers/elite.
• An ancient necklace he shows in the video, of unknown origin, with 12 objects on it
• The devil (of the christian bible) is portrayed more and more nowawdays like the Chitauri
• He met a guy in the streets of Johannesburg, who he saw in his traumatic experience (where he was held) who was also traumatised by the greys.

And loads more info.

[The Universeable]

For people who are interested, the following video (interview with credo mutwa) might be a follow-up to this thread, or this thread might be a follow-up to the video. I'll watch the video tonight and tell tomorrow if there's some new information.

however, here is a interview with credo muta.

http://www.theinfovault.net/vault/videovault_files/reptilianagenda.html

[Eugene66]

Excellent. See if you can post the video here LOL.

[The Universeable]

Wow. This is absolutely mindblowing. I read all of it. Thanks for posting this Eugene. Now on to the video 

[Eugene66]

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

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir.

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

Credo Mutwa: Yes. Please, sir, there IS hope! Look, first of all, there IS a God above us. And this God is more real than most of us believe. God is not a figment of someone's imagination. God is not something dreamt-up by old men and old women in prehistoric times.

God exists, sir. But standing between us and God are creatures who claim to be gods. And these creatures we must get rid of in order to get closer to God. Sir, I have lived a long and very strange life, and I can tell you that there is a God, and He is intervening. However, we see God's intervening as slow, but wait: Who would have thought that less than 30 years ago, not one person cared about the environment. Who put this sudden Godliness within all of us?

Today, sir, people everywhere in the world are standing up and fighting for the rights of women and for the rights of children. Who has put these ideas into our minds? Not the Chitauri, not any demonic entity, it is God acting in the shadow and making us strong and able to resist these ugly creatures. You see, sir, God seems to work slowly in our eyes, because God lives in a time-sphere totally different from our own. God is there. God is working.

And it is God, sir, who, for the first time in our existence, is making us aware of these things, making us aware that on this world we are not alone, and that we must be soul-ly and solely responsible for our actions, and we must neutralize these alien beings who for years have led us around in circles. Human beings have never known any real progress, sir, because there have been forces that have been stopping us from reaching our rightful position in the universe, and I mean the Chitauri, I mean the Mantindane, I mean the Midzimu. We must stop regarding these creatures as super-human creatures.

 They are just parasites who need us more than we need them. And only a fool will ever deny the fact that we are not the only intelligent species of being that this planet has produced. All over Africa there is overwhelming evidence that once there were gigantic human beings who walked this planet, in the days of the dinosaur. There are footprints in granite, each one 6 foot long by 3 wide, footprints of mature human beings, sir, which date back thousands of years, millions of years.
Where did these giants go to? Who knows; the dinosaurs may have produced an intelligent race, a race which deceives us into thinking that it comes from the stars, when in fact it is part of this planet on which we live. There is hope, and the hope is very bright. A Christ-child is being born in all of us, but like all deaths, the death of the Light-child (the death of the old-self prior to transformation into "Christness") is going to be attended by great danger, as the enemy is going to be driven into desperation. The enemy will make mistakes and we will conquer him in God's sacred name. That is what I believe, sir, and that is what I'm going to hold-on believing until my last breath.

Martin: And that is a perfect place to end this-on that thought, on that note. Now, let me just say, just for you, since 1974, I have seen many, many spaceships, close-up (though not inside nor by abduction). I have experienced-in the mountains of southern Oregon-I have come across Bigfoot footprints...

Credo Mutwa: Ah-hah!

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

Credo Mutwa: Ya-ya! You see?

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

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

Martin: Yes, and during the Vietnam War.

Credo Mutwa: We will overcome, we will overcome, but skeptics must stop laughing, and fools must stop calling these aliens, god.

There is only ONE God, and He or She or It is the One who created us, and not some impostor who came from somewhere else to hide behind us and to drink our children's blood. Amen, sir.

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

Credo Mutwa: Exactly, and also to confront people with the fact that there is no reason to fear anything. If we go from a perspective of making information available that should be available to every single person on this blooming planet, why the hell are they trying to threaten you to keep quiet? If it's so ridiculous, let it be. Stop assassinating and ridiculing and destroying people by churning-up fear. This is the perspective I come from, and I'm sure David, as well, and obviously you, as well, do too. I don't have fear anymore. It's time that we speak out and that we acquire a consciousness-a global, common consciousness-and get this thing to the front. Thank you, so much, I really appreciate it.
Martin: Absolutely right. Thank you

[Eugene66]

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

Credo Mutwa: Through the training as a Zulu step-son warrior, we have got something like the Japanese Samuri which we call the Kaway, which is a Sun warrior. When a Sun warrior, who is trained like I am, undergoes a terrible experience, he must channel the pain caused by that experience into cold, battle anger, in order to overcome the grief he feels. And, at this moment, sir, I am aggrieved about what is happening in my country; about what's happening to my people; about what's happening to my wife, who is also my half-sister.
 You see, ours is what was called a sacred marriage between a man, a sanusi, a shaman, and his half-sister. And, the wife I'm about to lose is my half-sister. Our father is one man, although our mothers were different. You know, sir, I feel a cold rage that Africa is being destroyed. I feel, sir, a cold rage that my people are being destroyed by forces which, when you study them, you find are totally alien. And, here, let me share with you, sir, one last thing, please, which will make your readers understand why I am feeling what I am feeling now.

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

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

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

Martin: I understand.

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

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

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

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

Credo Mutwa: Yes. Mr. David Icke shared that a little with me, sir. He told me that, repeatedly, golden-haired people get sacrificed by the Chitauri , and then I told him, in my turn, what I know from Africa. You see, sir, not all Africans have got black hair. There are Africans who are regarded as very holy, as very sacred. These are Africans who are born with natural red hair. These Africans are believed to be very spiritually powerful. Now, in Africa, such people, albeamers or red-headed Africans, were the most victims of sacrifice, especially when they were just entering maturity-whether they were males or females.

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

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

Martin: Yes, very deadly.

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

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

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

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

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir.

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Martin: Now, are they fair skinned?

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

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

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

Martin: (Laughter)

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

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

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

Martin: No, no-that's fine.

Credo Mutwa: When I started talking to Mr. David Icke, and it was (when) Mr. Icke started speaking about me in Cape Town, I received a visit from 3 White people who pretended to be from South America.

These people told me that something is going to happen on the 9th of this month, on 9-9-99. They said that this was going to happen in Lake Titicaca, a place which I once visited about 2 years ago.

Martin: A very special place.

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir. And then, these people told me, when we were speaking-these people, sir, speaking through an interpreter-told me that Africa is the country where something is going to happen soon which will decide the fate of all humankind. And then, we parted on very friendly words, sir, but these people had left me a letter which I did not open until a few hours after they had left.
 And in this letter was written that I should not attend David Icke's talk, and that a strange person called Alia Czar was watching me. I don't know who Alia Czar is. And they said to me-these people had said to me when we met-that they were under a great lord called Melchizedek. And, after I'd read this threatening letter, which threatened that if I talked, my wife, who is sick of cancer in hospital, is going to die if I talked. Then, I began to wonder.
 Who were these people? Then, because I've been to South America before, I found that the Spanish language with which they were speaking was different from the language, the Spanish which is spoken in South America. These people were using Spanish from Spain, and not the slightly weakened Spanish from South America. Even now, sir, that threat is still hanging over my head and, may I point out, sir, a strange thing which whoever you will send to me one day will see for themself: my wife is sick of cancer in the hospital, which is the largest hospital in South Africa, sir.

 And in one of the x-rays taken of my wife's womb, a strange metal device was seen-of a kind which has puzzled doctors. I spoke to my wife. I asked her, "Who put this object, which the x-rays have seen, in her womb." My wife said nobody had ever touched her, and nobody had ever inserted anything into her. But this artifact, sir, which is clearly marked in the x-ray, and is clearly indicated with an arrow, is first seen in one x-ray plate, disappears for the next 2 plates, and is seen on the 4th plate again.

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

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

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir, it is.

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

[Eugene66]

Then, when the girl escapes, she runs, but she is pursued over a long distance underground by flying creatures which are made of metal, and she is recaptured when she reaches the height of fear and exhaustion. Then she is laid on an altar, usually a rough rock, flat on top.
Then, she is cruelly sacrificed, sir, and her blood is drunk by the sick Chitauri, which then recovers. But, the girl must not be sacrificed until she is very, very, very frightened, because if she is not frightened, it is said that her blood will not save the sick Chitauri. It must be the blood of a very frightened human being, indeed. Now, this habit of chasing a victim was also practiced by ordinary African cannibals, sir.

 In Zulu-land, in the last century, there were cannibals who used to eat people, and their descendants, even today, will tell you, if they trust you, that the flesh of the human being who has been frightened and made to run over a great distance, while trying to escape, tastes far better than the flesh of someone who was simply killed. Now, sir, some time ago here in South Africa-and it is still an ongoing process-5 White girls disappeared. They were school-girls, sir. These school-girls were, every one of them, a highly talented child-either a child who showed signs of developing spiritual power, or a child who was a leader of her class in one particular thought or subject of learning. Five such children disappeared in South Africa.

It was a very big story in the newspaper and, at one time, White people came to me and persuaded me to try and trace these children. And one day a White man brought to me a rubber toy belonging to a White child who had disappeared. And I took the rubber toy in my hands and I noticed that the creature's eyes appeared to move. It was as if the rubber toy, a toy dinosaur, was about to burst into tears.

I felt very bad, as if I could stand up and run away. And then I told this White man, "Listen to me: The child who held this toy is dead.
What are you trying to do to me? This child is dead. I feel it." And the White man, who was a television producer, took the toy, the school books, and the jersey, and he went away. And, sure enough, the White school child was found dead, buried in a shallow grave next to a road. Now, other people came to me asking for my help in finding their missing children. Are they dead? Are they alive? Before I could do anything, sir-at that time I still had a telephone in my home-my telephone started ringing and people with very angry voices, White people voices, shouted at me and told me to stop helping those people.

 They told me that if I don't stop, acid would be thrown into my wife's face, and that my children would be murdered, one after the other. And, sure enough, sure enough, my youngest son was brutally stabbed, almost to death, one day, by mysterious people whom his friends later told me had been White-skinned people. And so, I stopped, sir. I am told, reliably, that over 1,000 children disappear in South Africa, almost every month. And they disappear, never to be seen again.

Many people, especially in the newspaper field, think that this is the result of child prostitution rackets. But I do not think so. The children-if you check the history of many of these children, they were not ordinary street children, sir. They are school children who stand out in their class, because of certain subjects at which they are good, or, who stand out in their class because of thoughts which they are good at. Not only that, sir, but ordinary women have disappeared this way, in Masikeng, also, at more or less the same time that the 5 White children disappeared. In Masikeng, two Black school teachers, female school teachers, disappeared in their car and were never seen again.

But I don't want to burden you, sir, with this terrible story. But let me tell you one last thing: After the disappearance of the 5 White school children, the police arrested a priest, a reverend of the White Reform Church, Reverend Van Rooyen. It was said that it was Van Rooyen who was responsible for the disappearance of these poor White school kids. And, he had been assisted by his girlfriend, who hand-picked these children.
Before Van Rooyen could appear in court, a very strange thing happened. He and his girlfriend were shot in their little vehicle, a little 4x4 truck. And, after they had been shot, the truck managed to come to a stop-a thing that a moving truck never does-and I was told, afterwards, by a White woman who knew Van Rooyen, that Van Rooyen and his woman had not committed this crime as the police had said to the newspapers. They had actually been murdered. Why? Because Van Rooyen was found with a gunshot wound in his right temple, and yet, all of the people who knew him knew that he had been a left-handed man. So, who murdered Van Rooyen and his woman? It is one of the biggest and the ugliest mysteries in South Africa to date. There is more, much more along these lines, but I won't waste your time with it.

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

Credo Mutwa: Yes, sir. They are tall. They walk with a-you see, the Grey aliens walk with a jerking motion, sir, as if there is something wrong with their legs. But, the Chitauri walk very gracefully, like trees gently swaying in the wind. They are tall. They have large heads. Some of them have got horns all around their heads. Now, let me express amazement, there exists-that in one of the films that recently appeared in South Africa, a Star Wars film, the latest one, shows a character EXACTLY like a Chitauri, exactly! It's got horns all around it's head.

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

Martin: Now, are they fair skinned?

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

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

Credo Mutwa: There is exactly the same thing here in South Africa, and there has been for a number of years. I was able to confirm one to my own satisfaction, but I have failed to confirm others. You see, sir, a man like me, who walks two worlds-the African mystical world, as well as the modern, down-to-Earth world-must be careful of what he says.

But, about 5 years ago, I was living in the little town of Mafikeng, a very historical town which was the site of a famous siege by the Boors, in the war of 1899-1902. It was in this town, sir, that the Scout movement, the Boy Scout movement, was founded by Captain Powell. I'm sure you've heard about him.

 But, while I was living in Mafikeng, a number of people came to me, ordinary tribesmen and women, sir, some of them totally illiterate. These people complained to me that their relatives had mysteriously disappeared. They wanted me to divine where their relatives have gone to. And, I asked these people, all of whom did not know each other, where did your relatives disappear? These people had told me an incredible story, and it was this: Not far from Mafikeng there is a famous place which I'm sure you have heard about, a place which we call the Las Vegas of South Africa. This is the famous casino/hotel complex called Sun City.

Martin: Yes.

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

Now, I looked into this phenomenon, sir, and, like a fool, I refused to believe it. And then more stories came my way, because when an African is in deep trouble, he or she always looks for a sangoma to find the reason behind the trouble. Sir, the other story was this, and this one I found to be a shocking truth-that there was construction across the border from South Africa, in the land known as Botswana. There, the Americans were working with African labor, who had been sworn to secrecy.

The Americans were building there a secret airport which can take modern jet fighters. Now, I couldn't believe this. Again, I was told that many had mysteriously disappeared there-ordinary tribesmen, sir, not even educated Black people; ordinary workers have gone missing. And when their relatives try to find out where they had gone, they are met with stone-cold silence.

Now, I wanted to have a look at this thing, and one thing that made me act was that a strange story swept through South Africa, that a South African jet aircraft, a jet fighter, had shot down a flying saucer. And the jet fighter had been scrambled from this secret base. Now, sir, I decided to investigate because my credibility as a shaman and as a sangoma was at stake. I went to Botswana. It was very easy.

You can still cross through the wire and get into that country. The borders are not as heavily sealed in certain places as many people would think. I went there with some friends and I found that there was such a base in Botswana, not underground, but on the surface. It is an aircraft base, but Black people are afraid of even being seen near there because it is said that you will disappear if you get too close to the place, and the man who took us there didn't want to come near that place.

I studied it from far away, and it does exist, and the man said if we got any nearer to the place, we would disappear. Which is a very odd thing, sir, because there are many military bases all over South Africa, and in Botswana, but this particular one fills the local people with deep terror. Why this would be so, I'm still struggling to find out, even now, because there are too many strange things going on in my country, and they are affecting the lives of many of our people very badly indeed.

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

There the girl is bound, hand and foot, and wrapped in a golden blanket, and is forced to lie next to the Chitauri, the sick Chitauri, week after week, being well fed and well cared for, but kept bound hand and foot, and only released at certain times to relieve herself. It is said that after the sick Chitauri shows signs of getting better, then the human girl is manipulated into trying to escape. She is given a chance to escape, a chance which is really not a chance. Then, when the girl escapes, she runs, but she is pursued over a long distance underground by flying creatures which are made of metal, and she is recaptured when she reaches the height of fear and exhaustion. Then she is laid on an altar, usually a rough rock, flat on top.

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Today there are men and women, Black and White, who are prepared to risk their lives to save trees, to save animals, and to stop the insanity of testing nuclear weapons. Sir, what does this tell you? It tells you that, after many thousands of years of being dominated by alien creatures, human beings are starting to fight back. Human beings are starting to care about the world in which they live and in which they find themselves.

 But, the aliens, the Chitauri, the Mantindane-call them what you will-are not going to take that lying down. They are going to punish us, as they did centuries before. The aliens once destroyed a nation whose name has come down to us Africans as the nation of Amariri.

It is said that the kings of Amariri, this fabulous country which we believed lay beyond the setting of the Sun, were refusing to do what the Chitauri were telling them to do. The kings, at that time, were refusing to sacrifice their children to the Chitauri. They were refusing to make war on fellow human-beings, in order to sustain the Chitauri, with their god's image. It is said that the Chitauri brought down a fire from Heaven.
They took fire from the Sun itself and they used it to burn that great civilization away. They caused earthquakes and tidal waves and destroyed the great civilization of the Red people of the long green hair, who are said to have been the first people ever to be created on this Earth.

It is said that the Chitauri allowed only a few surviving people to escape the destruction of Amariri, and that they are prepared to do this again in the very near future. I'm worried about what is going to happen in other countries in the world. All these earthquakes, which have caused the destruction of human life in the Middle East and in parts of Africa and India, why does my heart feel frightened when I read about all this?

 These earthquakes are happening with unnatural regularity now, in Egypt, in Armenia, and one of these earthquakes was so powerful, it went right through the planet Earth and caused a very sacred rock in Namibia, a rock known as the Finger of God, which has been standing for tens of thousands of years, to collapse in a heap of rubble. And when that rock collapsed, I received many worried letters from sangomas who believed that because this rock had fallen, then the end of the world was very, very near. Is there a question, please?
Martin: I read your poem, your pledge. In your pledge you mention the name Jabulon. Can you explain who that is?
Credo Mutwa: Jabulon, sir, is a very strange god. He is supposed to be the leader of the Chitauri. He is a god, to my great surprise, which I find certain groups of White people, especially, worshipping. We have known about Jabulon for many, many centuries, we Black people. But I am surprised that there are White people who worship this god, and these people, amongst them are people whom many have blamed for all the things that have happened on this Earth, namely, the Freemason people.

We believe that Jabulon is the leader of the Chitauri. He is the Old One. And one of his names, in the African language, sir, is Umbaba-Samahongo-"the lord king, the great father of the terrible eyes"-because we believe that Jabulon has got one eye which, if he opens it, you die if he looks at you. It is said, sir, the Umbaba ran away from an eastern land during a power struggle with one of his sons, and he took refuge in Central Africa, where he hides in a cave, deep underground.

 And it is an amazing thing, sir-it is said that under the Mountains of the Moon in Zaire is this great city of copper, of many thousands of shining buildings. There dwells the god Umbaba or Jabulon. And this god is waiting for the day when the surface of the Earth will be cleared of human beings so that he, and his children, the Chitauri, can come out and enjoy the heat of the Sun. And, one day, sir, I had a very unexpected visit while I was living in Soweto, near Johannesburg. I was visited by priests from Tibet. One of these priests, I'm sure you have met him or you know of him.

His name is Akyong Rinpochce. He is one of the leading Tibetan priests in England who was exiled with the Dalai Lama, and he visited me one day while I was in my medicinal village in Soweto. And one of the things that Akyong Rinpochce asked me was, "Do I know of a secret city which is somewhere in Africa, a city made of copper?" I said, "But, Akyong, you are describing the city of Umbaba, the city of the unseen god, the god who hides underground. How do you know about this?"

And Akyong Rinpochce, who is a very serious investigator of strange phenomena, told me that at one time the great Lama left Tibet with a group of followers and came to Africa searching for this city. And the Lama, and his followers, were never seen again. They never returned back to Tibet. Now, sir, we have got stories in central and southern Africa about little Yellow men who came to Africa looking for the city of Umbaba, the city from which you cannot return alive. What is amazing, sir-I don't know whether this falls within the orbit of your newspaper, but-there are very, very disturbing stories which I have followed-up here in South Africa, stories which make no sense to me. (Break for a few minutes.)
Credo Mutwa: Hello.
Martin: Yes, Credo. May I just say that I am very appreciative of your taking this time to talk with me, and I realize it's difficult.
Credo Mutwa: I appreciate the honor that you are doing me, much more than you realize. And I know how White people often treat anyone who talks on the subject that I am talking about, as weird. Sir, I really shouldn't be exposing myself to public ridicule, as I am, but, our people ARE DYING!

Not only do we have problems with drugs in southern Africa, not only do we have problems with crime in my country, which is getting a thousand times more vicious than it ever was before, not only do we have problems with AIDS, sir, but we also have got weird problems which often come our way-problems which, when you study them together, show you that something unearthly is going on in southern Africa. Can I share this thing with you, sir?
Martin: Yes, please.

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The person who had captured the Muzungu, as he is called in singular, had to make sure that he kept the glass-globe well-hidden from the Wazungu. So long as he kept the globe hostage, the Muzungu could not escape. And when Africans saw the real Europeans, the White men from Europe, they transferred to them the name Wazungu.

Before we met the people from Europe, we Africans, we had met White-skinned Wazungu, and we transferred the name Wazungu to the real Europeans, from the aliens. Now, in the Zulu language, we call a White man Umlungu. Now, the word Umlungu means exactly the same as Wazungu, "a god or a creature which creates a big whirlwind underground". In Zaire, called now the Democratic Republic of the Congo, White people are called Watende or Walende. This, again, means "a god or a White creature".

And, the word Watende not only is used to refer to the pink-skinned alien, but is also used to refer to the field Chitauri. In Zaire, when shamans talk fearfully about the lords who control the Earth, they refer to them not as Chitauri, but they refer to them euphemistically as Watende-wa-muinda-that is, "the White creature which carries a light" because at night the Chitauri's forehead eyes glow like red lights in the dense bush.


They glow like the rear lights of an automobile in the dense bush. So, a Watende-wa-muinda "the White creature of the light", that is what the Chitauri are called in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. There are over 24 other alien creatures, sir, that we Africans know about, but I will tell you briefly, now, about only two. Sir, in the country called Zimbabwe, where I had my encounter in 1959, there is also another creature. This is the most amazing creature, and I saw it once, and so did several other people, some Black and some White, who were with me. This creature is a huge creature, and shaped exactly like a gorilla, but it is unlike a gorilla, which often walks on its feet, as well as on its knuckles.

The creature I'm talking about, sir, stands about 8 feet or 9 feet high, and is built exactly like a gorilla, but its body is very powerful. Its shoulders are very wide, it's neck is very thick. It is covered with thick, rough fur, like no other wild animal in Africa. It is a humanoid creature, with thighs and legs and feet, as well as arms and hands which look exactly like those of a human being, only covered with a heavy mat of dark-brown fur. [Sasquatch or Yeti or abomanible snowman?]

This creature, sir, is known as Ogo by the people of Zimbabwe. And schools of people have seen this creature, hundreds over the many generations. Some of these creatures have been seen right here in South Africa, in isolated bushy and mountainous places. And these Ogo are, detail for detail, exactly like what the Native American people of the Northwestern United States call a Sasquatch or Bigfoot.

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

Now, then, the last creature, sir, a creature which is so well known in South Africa, and elsewhere in Africa, that if you mention its name, people smile. It is called a Tokoloshe. Every African knows what a Tokoloshe is. Some call it Tikoloshe. It looks like a very nasty looking teddy-bear in appearance, in that it's head is like that of a teddy-bear, but it has got a thick, sharp, bony ridge on top of its head.

The ridge goes from above its forehead to the back of its head, and with this ridge it can knock down an ox by butting it with its head. This creature causes the Black people in certain places to raise their beds on bricks, one brick laid on top of the other one, about 3 feet above the ground. And you find this all over South Africa. This Tokoloshe likes to play with children, and has been seen hundreds of times by school children, in various parts of South Africa, even in recent times.

Sometimes it will terrorize children by scratching them as they sleep, leaving long, parallel scratches on a child's back and upon a child's thighs, scratches that become infected and itch terribly. About two years ago, a creature like this terrorized a whole school of children in Soweto, near Johannesburg. And the school children called it pinky-pinky. Now, this creature is not only known in South Africa amongst Black people, it is also known, sir, amongst Polynesian people of Hawaii, and other islands in the Pacific. These people lift their huts, their grass houses, on stilts, to the height exactly that Africans lift their bed.

When you ask a Polynesian, "Why do you built your huts like this?" The Polynesian will say, "We want to protect ourselves from Tiki." Now, this is interesting, sir-that a creature exactly like the one seen in South Africa is also seen on some Pacific islands, and the name by which it is known in the Pacific, Tiki, is very close to the African word Tikiloshe, or Tokoloshe. One day I hope to share more of this information with your readers, but my appeal, again, is this: Please investigate! Please, let us investigate! Let us stop being too skeptical. Excessive skepticism is just as dangerous and as evil as gullibility.

 Nobody can tell me that aliens don't exist. Let someone tell me, what is the meaning of this hole in my side? Let someone tell me, why is it that after I had been mated to that strange creature, in that strange place, my organ of manhood swelled horribly, and for many years after that I couldn't make love to an ordinary woman, properly.

Why? If that was a figment of my imagination, how can a figment of one's imagination leave you with scars and cracks on your male organ, some of which have not healed to this date? Let such people answer me that question. We must investigate, sir, because there is every sign that the alien creatures sharing this planet with us are getting desperate. Why?

Because, you see, there is a great fight shaping up, and anyone who thinks deeply about such things can see this fight coming. What am I talking about? Sir, until 30 or 40 years ago, very few people cared about the environment. Very few people were concerned about the destruction of the rain forests in Africa and elsewhere. Very few people were concerned when White hunters, who, at that time were regarded as heroes, massacred Africa's animals in the thousands.

Very few people were concerned when the great nations of the world, such as the United States, Russia, Britain, and France, openly tested nuclear weapons in many parts of the world. Today there are people who would spit at a big-game hunter if he showed himself in a hotel and announced what he was. Today a big-game hunter is no longer looked upon as a hero, but rather as a murderer.

Today there are men and women, Black and White, who are prepared to risk their lives to save trees, to save animals, and to stop the insanity of testing nuclear weapons. Sir, what does this tell you? It tells you that, after many thousands of years of being dominated by alien creatures, human beings are starting to fight back. Human beings are starting to care about the world in which they live and in which they find themselves.

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Martin: Please continue.
Credo Mutwa: I said, sir, the Grey aliens are edible.
Martin: Yes, I heard that and I'm anxious to....
Credo Mutwa: Their flesh is protein, just as animal flesh on Earth is, but, anyone who ingests Grey alien flesh comes very, very close to death. I nearly did. You see, in Lesotho there is a mountain called Laribe; it is called the Crying Stone mountain. On several occasions, in the last 50 years or so, alien craft have crashed against this mountain. And one last incident was reported in the newspapers not so long ago.
An African who believes that these creatures are gods, when they find the corpse of a dead Grey alien, they take it, put it in a bag, and drag it into the bush, where they dismember it and ritually eat it.
But some of them die as a result of ingesting that thing. About a year before I had the experience from the Inyangani Mountains, I had been given, by a friend of mine in Lesotho, flesh from what he called a sky god. I was skeptical. He gave me a small lump of grey, rather dry stuff, which he said was the flesh. And he and I and his wife ritually ate this thing, one night. After we had eaten this thing, sir, on the following day, exactly, our bodies erupted into a rash which was like nothing I had experienced in my life before. Our bodies were so full of the rash and urticaria, it was as if we had small pox.

 We itched, the itching was horrible, especially under the arm-pits and between the legs, and the buttocks. Our tongues began to swell. We could not breathe. And for a number of days, my friend, his wife and I were totally helpless, secretly attended by initiates who were studying under my friend, who was a shaman. I came very close to death. There was bleeding from nearly every orifice in our body. We passed blood, much blood when we went to the toilet.

We could barely walk, barely breathe. And after about 4 or 5 days, the rash subsided, then the pealing of the skin took its place now. Our skins began to peal, in scales like that of a snake shedding it's skin. Sir, it was one of the most terrible experiences I had undergone. In fact, when I began to feel better, I think that my being abducted by the Mantindane was the direct result of my having ingested flesh from one of these creatures.

 I had not believed that what my friend was giving me was flesh from a creature. I assumed it was some kind of root or herb or whatever. But, afterwards, I recalled the taste of the thing. It had a coppery taste, and had the same type of smell that I was to encounter in 1959. And, after the rash went down-while I was still peeling and we were smeared from head to foot with coconut oil by the initiates, every day-a strange change came over us, sir, which I am asking all people of knowledge who would read this in your country to try and explain to me.

 We went crazy, sir, utterly crazy. We started laughing like real loony tunes. It was ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, day after day-for the slightest things we started laughing our heads off, for hours, until you were nearly exhausted. And then the laughing went away; and then a strange thing happened, a thing which my friend said was the goal which those who ate the flesh of a Mantindane wanted to achieve. It was as if we had ingested a strange substance, a drug, a drug like no other on this Earth. Suddenly, our feelings were heightened. When you drank water, it was as if you had drunk a wine of some kind.

Water became as delicious as a man-made drink. Food began to taste amazingly. Every feeling was heightened, and it's indescribable-it was as if I was one with the very heart of the universe. I cannot describe it any other way. And this feeling of amazing intensity of feeling lasted for over 2 months.

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

The Mantindane are not the only alien beings that we Africans have seen and know about, and have got stories to tell about. Many, many, many centuries ago, before the first White-man came to Africa, we African people encountered a race of alien beings which looked exactly like the European White-man who were going to invade Africa in our future.

These alien creatures are tall. Some of them are rather well built, like athletes, and they have slightly slanting blue eyes and high cheek-bones. And they have got golden hair, and they look exactly like the Europeans of today, with one exception: their fingers are beautifully made, long and like those of musicians and artists. Now, these creatures came to Africa out of the sky, in craft which looked like the boomerang of the Australian people. Now, when one of these craft comes down to land, it creates a whirlwind of dust, which makes a very large sound indeed, like that of a tornado. In the language of some African tribes, a whirlwind is zungar-uzungo. Now, our people gave several names to these White-skinned aliens.

They called them Wazungu, a word which loosely means "god" but literally means "people of the dust-devil or the whirlwind". And, our people were familiar with these Wazungu from the start. They saw them, and they saw that some-in fact, many-of these Wazungu carry what appears to be a sphere made of crystal or glass, a sphere which they always playfully bounce like a ball in their hands. And when a force of warriors tries to capture a Wazungu, the Wazungu throws this ball into the air, catches it in his hands, and then disappears. But, some Wazungu were captured by Africans in the past and forcibly kept prisoner in the villages of chiefs, and in the caves of shamans.

The person who had captured the Muzungu, as he is called in singular, had to make sure that he kept the glass-globe well-hidden from the Wazungu. So long as he kept the globe hostage, the Muzungu could not escape. And when Africans saw the real Europeans, the White men from Europe, they transferred to them the name Wazungu.

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Because, sir, when I get caught by the Mantindane, you become so traumatized, your life becomes so changed, you become so embarrassed and ashamed of yourself, you develop a self-hatred which you cannot understand, and there are subtle changes in your life which make no sense to you.
One: You develop a strange love for humankind. You want to shake everybody by the shoulders and say, "Hey, wake-up people; we are not alone. I KNOW we are not alone!" And, you develop a feeling that your life is no longer your own; and furthermore, you become compelled with a strange edge to move from place to place, to travel.
You become worried about the future; you become worried about people. And another thing, sir, which I hoped one day you would send people to me to see for their own self: you develop knowledge which doesn't belong to you. You develop an understanding of space, an understanding of time and creation which makes no sense to you as a human being-it is a state, after your terrible torture, after substances have been removed from you, some kind of exchange takes place where you suddenly know things that the Mantindane would know, which ordinary human beings do not know.

But, sir, I know that this sharing of God often happens even when-for example, at one time, in 1966, in South Africa, sir, I was arrested and rather savagely interrogated by the security police. It was that time when every Black intellectual, no matter who he or she was, had a visit from these really nasty guys, who put you to torture, sometimes, who used to put electrical devices on you, and ask you questions, and so on.
 Sometimes, when these "human beings" were torturing you, you often used to sense what they were thinking. Somehow, when you are being tortured by human beings, not by Mantindane only, there is a transference of thought. For example, when a particularly nasty secret policeman was coming to beat you, you KNEW what he was thinking, even before he burst into the room in which you were held.
You knew that he was coming, and you knew exactly what he was thinking and what he intended to do to you. So, this is why I say the strange things that flood my mind. And what flooded my mind on that day were visions from the mind of the Mantindane. Since that time-I am a man of only very limited education-I found it hard to speak, let alone to write English.
I take long to say things which people of better English would say in few words. But, my hands are capable of making things which nobody ever taught me. I make engines, rocket engines that actually work. I make guns, of any type I wish, and all people who know me will tell you this and, Mr. David Icke, sir, might show you pictures of what I've done around my new home.
I have made large robots out of scrap iron, and some of these robots are going to work. I don't know where I acquired this knowledge from. And since that terrible day, the visions I have seen since I was a child, and the ordinary impressions which I have as a shaman, have grown much more intense. I don't know why, and I want to know the reason why.
But I can tell you, sir, that these creatures, which people wrongly call aliens, are not aliens at all. Over many years of looking into this thing, trying to understand it, I can tell you this: that the Mantindane, and the other kinds of alien beings that our people know about, are sexually compatible with human beings. The Mantindane are capable of impregnating African women. And I have come across many cases of this during the last 30 years or so.

For example, according to our culture, abortion is regarded as worse than murder. And if a tribal woman from a rural area in South Africa is found to be pregnant by some unknown person, and then her pregnancy disappears, that, sir, relative to that woman, accuses her of having committed abortion, and yet she denies this, of course. And because of the fight that results between her and her relatives, the husband's relatives, then she challenges these people who are accusing her to take her to a sangoma; that is a person like myself.
The sangoma will sometimes examine the woman and, if the sangoma finds that the woman had been pregnant, and had somehow had her fetus removed-a thing which, when it is done by the Mantindane, results in specific injuries to the woman which anyone with experience can recognize-then, the sangoma knows that the woman is telling the truth.
 Also, the smell which clings to people who have been through the hands of the Mantindane, that meticulous man which is unforgetable, always clings to all women who have been impregnated by the Mantindane, no matter how much perfume or powder they try to use. So, that is why many such cases land on the doorstep of my life.
Sangomas bring such people to me in large numbers, because they think I am the best one to help in such problems. So, in the last 40 years or so, I have received many women who have actually been impregnated by the Mantindane and their pregnancies mysteriously terminated, leaving the woman feeling defiled, feeling guilty, and rejected by her family.

 It becomes my duty to convince the family of the woman's innocence, to try and heal the terrible spiritual and mental-as well as physical-trauma that the woman has undergone, and to otherwise help her and her members of the family, and forget what happened. No, sir; if these aliens are from a far away planet, why are they able to impregnate women? And why did that strange creature, which was naked, with red pubic hair, which climbed over me on that working table, why did it have an organ which, though slightly different from that of a normal woman, was still a recognizable female organ?
 The creature's organ was in the wrong place. It was slightly more in the front, where that of normal woman is between the legs. But it was recognizable, and it looked like a female organ. It had hair like a woman's organ. So, sir, I believe that these so-called aliens don't come from far away at all. I believe that they are here with us, and I believe that they need substances from us, just as some of us human beings use certain things from wild animals, such as monkey glands, for certain selfish purposes of our own.
I believe, sir, that we should study this dangerous phenomenon very, very, clearly and with objective minds. Far too many people fall into the temptation of looking upon these "aliens" as supernatural creatures. They are just solid creatures, sir. They are like us; and, furthermore, I'm going to make a statement here which will come as a surprise: the Grey aliens, sir, are edible. Surprised?