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From: Scarecrow <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Date: Saturday, 23 October 1999 6:02
Subject: [TheEagle-L] The taste of Grey?
Greys taste like copper, according to the Zulu Elder Shaman Credo Mutwa. Do
no
dismiss the possibility of Shape-shifting Reptiloids, until after you have
read
this very incredible interview!
http://www.davidicke.com/icke/magazine/vol6/spectmutwa.html
Note the part about the LSD like effects of eating Grey flesh, which lasted
for 2 months!
Here is the part about eating Greys:
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.
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