A Rare,
Astonishing Conversation
9/30/99 by Rick Martin
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September 1999
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It has
often been said that the Native Elders of any given tribe
hold the keys to knowledge. This statement has never been
more clearly confirmed than in the recent interview I had
the great privilege to conduct with Zulu “Sanusi” (Shaman)
Credo Mutwa, now nearing eighty years of age.
Through
the efforts and assistance of David Icke, I was able to establish
contact with Dr. Johan Joubert, who graciously coordinated
with Credo Mutwa, thus allowing the interview to take place
by telephone, literally half-way around the world in South
Africa. We at The SPECTRUM would like to convey our deepest
appreciation to both David Icke and to Dr. Joubert for their
selfless efforts at getting this man’s Truth out to the world.
I first
heard about Credo Mutwa five years ago, only at that time
it didn’t seem possible to speak with him directly by telephone,
as he lives in a somewhat remote area with no phone. When
I heard from David Icke that he had spent time with Credo
Mutwa and that he would be willing to speak with The SPECTRUM,
well, that’s all it took. Through the wonder of the international
telephone lines, on August 13 we had what turned out to be
a 4-hour session! And no, we are not about to pare it down
to “sound bite” size. The words he has spoken will appear
completely and in full context, as is our usual policy-a matter
of respect for the speaker as well as simply being good, honest
journalism!
Credo
Mutwa is a man whom David Icke describes as: “The most amazing
and knowledgeable man it has been my privilege and honor to
call a friend, a genius.” After speaking with Credo Mutwa,
I couldn’t agree more.
I would
like to comment that Credo Mutwa, while not a man of formal
education, was kind enough and conscientious enough to spell
all of the Zulu or African words, proper names, etc. for this
article. Those of you who may be African scholars will find
this level of accuracy more advantageous to your research
than will the average reader, however such care taken by Credo
is yet another facet of his honesty and precision.
If you
feel that you have read some material lately that stretches
your thinking and challenges some belief systems, this interview
will take you one step beyond. As always, Truth is stranger
than fiction. As well, Truth-or pieces of Truth revealed to
any one of us-are part of a larger mosaic, and thus it is
up to each of us to arrive at our own conclusions concerning
the Truth that others have to share with us.
We are
honored to have this opportunity to present Credo Mutwa’s
experiences and knowledge with you. It is a most rare and
much appreciated opportunity.
The astonishing
information presented by Credo Mutwa is certainly thought
provoking and far-reaching in both implications and scope.
Once you read this information you will more readily understand
why there have been attempts to silence him. Similarly, you
will more deeply appreciate Credo’s courage for coming forth
and speaking truth, no matter the consequences to self.
So, without
further introductory commentary, let the interview begin.
Martin:
First of all, let me say it is an honor and a privilege to
speak with you, and I would like to thank and acknowledge
David Icke and Dr. Joubert, without whose help we would not
be having this conversation today.
Our readers
are aware of the existence of the shape-shifting reptilian
extraterrestrials, and what I would like to discuss with you
concerns the specifics of their presence, their leadership,
their agenda, and their methods of operation at this time.
So, the
first question I would like to ask you is: Can you confirm
that shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials do, in fact,
exist on our planet at this time? And if they do, if you can
confirm this, will you please be specific about them. Where
do they come from?
Credo
Mutwa: Sir, can your newspaper send people to Africa?
Martin:
I’m sorry, can you repeat that?
Credo
Mutwa: Can your newspaper kindly send somebody to Africa in
the near future?
Martin:
We are financially not able to do that at this time, but that
may change in the future.
Credo
Mutwa: Because there are some things that I would, please,
like your newspaper to check-out, independent of me. You have
heard of the country called Rwanda, in Central Africa?
Martin:
Yes.
Credo
Mutwa: The people of Rwanda, the Hutu people, as well as the
Watusi people, state, and they are not the only people in
Africa who state this, that their very oldest ancestors were
a race of beings whom they called the Imanujela, which means
“the Lords who have come”. And some tribes in West Africa,
such as a Bambara people, also say the same thing. They say
that they came from the sky, many, many generations ago, a
race of highly advanced and fearsome creatures which looked
like men, and they call them Zishwezi. The word Zishwezi means
the dival or the glidal-creatures that can glide down from
the sky or glide through water.
Everybody,
sir, has heard about the Dogon people in Western Africa who
all say that they were given culture by the normal beings,
but they are not-the Dogon people are but ONE of many, many
peoples in Africa who claim that their tribe or their king
were first founded by the supernatural race of creatures that
came from the sky.
Are you
still with me, sir?
Martin:
Oh yes, very much so. Please continue.
Credo
Mutwa: Sir, I can go on and on, but let me bring you to my
people, the Zulu people of South Africa.
Martin:
Please.
Credo
Mutwa: The Zulu people, who are famous as a warrior people,
the people to whom King Shaka Zulu, of the last century, belonged.
When you ask a South African White anthropologist what the
name of Zulu means, he will say it means “the sky” (laughter),
and therefore the Zulu call themselves “people of the sky”.
That, sir, is non-sense. In the Zulu language, our name for
the sky, the blue sky, is sibakabaka. Our name for inter-planetary
space, however, is izulu and the weduzulu, which means “inter-planetary
space, the dark sky that you see with stars in it every night”,
also has to do with traveling, sir. The Zulu word for traveling
at random, like a nomad or a gypsy, is izula.
Now,
you can see that the Zulu people in South Africa were aware
of the fact that you can travel through space-not through
the sky like a bird-but you can travel through space, and
the Zulus claim that many, many thousands of years ago there
arrived, out of the skies, a race of people who were like
lizards, people who could change shape at will. And people
who married their daughters to a walking (extraterrestrial),
and produced a power race of Kings and tribal Chiefs, there
are hundreds of fairy-tales, sir, in which a lizard female
assumes the identity of a human princess and poses as her,
and gets married to a Zulu Prince.
Every
school child in South Africa, sir, knows about the story of
a princess called Khombecansini. Khombecansini was to have
married a handsome Prince called Kakaka, a name which means
“the enlightened one”. Now, one day while Khombecansini was
gathering firewood in the bush, she met a creature called
an Imbulu. And this Imbulu was a lizard which has the body
and the limbs of a human being, but a long tail. And this
lizard spoke to Princess Khombecansini, “Oh, how beautiful
you are, girl, I wish I could be like you. I wish I could
look like you. Can I come close to you?” said the Imbulu lizard
woman to the princess.
And the
princess said, “Yes, you can.”
And as
the lizard, which was a taller one, came close to the girl,
she spat into the girl’s eyes and she began to change. That
is, the lizard suddenly changed into a human shape and this
lizard began to look more and more and more and more like
the girl, with the exception of her long, pointed tail. And
then, with her sudden burst of violence, the lizard woman
sealed the princess and removed all her bangles and her beads
and her wedding skirt off her, and she put them on. Thus,
the lizard became the princess.
Now there
were two identical women in the bush, the shape-shifted lizard
woman and the original woman. And the lizard woman said to
the original woman, “Now you are my slave. Now you are going
to accompany me to the marriage. I will be you and you will
be my slave, come-on!” She took a stick and started beating
up the poor princess. And then she went, accompanied by other
girls who were bride’s maids, according to Zulu custom, and
she arrived at Prince Kakaka’s village. But, before they reached
the village she had to do something about her tail, that is,
the shape-shifting woman had, somehow, to hide the tail. So,
she forced the princess to weave a net out of fiber and she
tucked the tail in and she tied it tight to herself. She now
looked like a Zulu woman with attractive, very big buttocks,
when seen from outside.
And then,
when she arrived and she became the wife of the prince, a
strange thing started happening in the village. All of the
milk started disappearing because each night the shape-shifting
princess, the false princess, used to release her tail, which
used to suck in all of the sour milk through a hole at the
tip of the tail. And the mother-in-law said, “What is this?
Why is the milk disappearing?” Then, she said, “No, I see,
there is an Imbulu amongst us.”
The mother-in-law,
who was a clever old lady, said, “A hole must be dug in the
front of the village and it must be filled with milk.” And
this was done. And then, all of the girls who had come with
the false princess were told to jump over this hole. One after
the other one, they jumped. And when the shape-shifter was
forced, at spear-point, to jump as well, as she jumped her
long tail burst out of the net under her skirt and started
slurping the milk through the hole, and the warriors killed
the shape-shifter. And thus, the real Princess Khombecansini
became the wife of the king-of King Kakaka.
Now,
sir, this story has got many versions in it. Throughout South
Africa, amongst many tribes, you’ll find stories of these
amazing creatures who are capable of changing from reptile
to human being, and from reptile to any other animal of their
choice. And these creatures, sir, do really exist. No matter
where you go throughout Southern, Eastern, Western, and Central
Africa, you’ll find that the description of these creatures
is the same. Even amongst tribes which never, throughout their
long history, had contact with each other at all.
So, there
ARE such creatures. Where they come from, I will never claim
to know, sir. But they are associated with certain stars in
the sky, and one of these stars is a large group of stars
which is part of the Milky Way, which our people call Ingiyab,
which means “The Great Serpent”. And there is a red star,
a redish star, near the tip of this huge rim of stars which
our people call IsoneNkanyamba.
Now,
this star called IsoneNkanyamba, I managed to find its English
name. It is the star called Alpha Centauri, in English. Now,
this, sir, is something that is worth investigating. Why is
it that well over 500 tribes in parts of Africa which I’ve
visited in the last 40 or 50 years or so, all of them describe
similar creatures?
It is
said that these creatures feed on us human beings; that they,
at one time, challenged God Himself to war, because they wanted
full control of the universe. And God fought a terrible battle
against them and He defeated them, injured them, and forced
them to hide in cities underground.
They
hide in deep cavities underground, because they are always
feeling cold. In these cavities, we are told, there are huge
fires which are kept going by slaves, human, zombie-like slaves.
And, it is further said that these Zuswazi, these Imbulu,
or whatever you choose to call them, are not capable of eating
solid food. They either eat human blood, or they eat that
power, the energy that is generated when human beings, on
the surface of the Earth, are fighting and killing each other
in large numbers.
I met
people who have fled from the early Masaki in Rwanda, from
years ago, and these people were horrified by what was happening
in their country. They said that the slaughter of the Hutus
by the Watusi, and the Watusi by the Hutus, is actually feeding
the Imanujela, monsters. Because the Imanujela like to inhale
the energy that is generated by masses of people being terrified
or being killed by other people.
Are you
still with me, sir?
Martin:
Yes, I’m completely with you.
Credo
Mutwa: Now, let me point out an interesting thing, sir. If
you study the languages of all African nations, you find within
the languages of our people words which are similar to Oriental,
Middle-Eastern, and even Native American words. And the word
Imanujela means “the Lord who came”. A word that anyone can
discover in Rwanda, amongst the Rwandan Hutu and Watusi people,
is very similar to the Herbrew word Immanuel, which means
“the Lord is with us”. Imanujela, “the ones who came, the
Lords who are here”.
Our people
believe, sir, that we, the people of this Earth, are not masters
of our own lives, really, although we are made to think that
we are. Our people say, that is, Black people of all tribes,
all of the initiated ones, all of the shamans everywhere in
Africa, when they get to trust you and share their deepest
secrets with you, they say that [with] the Imanujela, there
is Imbulu. And there is another name by which these creatures
are known. This name is Chitauli. Now, the word Chitauli means
“the dictators, the ones who tell us the law”. In other words,
“they who tell us, secretly, what we are to do”. Now, it is
said that these Chitauli did a number of things to us when
they came to this planet.
Please
forgive me, but I must share this story with you. It is one
of the strangest stories that you find everywhere in Africa
in shamanic secret societies and other places where the remnant
of our ancient knowledge and wisdom are still preserved. It
is that, originally, the Earth was covered by a very thick
blanket of fog or mist. That people could not actually see
the Sun in the sky, except as a nimble of light. And they
also saw the Moon at night as a gentle claw of light in the
sky, because there was this heavy mist. And the rain was always
falling in a steady drizzle. There was no thunder, however.
There were no storms.
The world
was thickly covered with great forests, great jungles, and
people lived in peace on Earth at that time. People were happy
and it is said, at that time, we human beings did not have
the power of speech. We only made funny sounds like happy
monkeys and baboons, but we did not have speech as we now
have it. And in those centuries, people spoke to each other
through their mind.
A man
could call his wife thinking about her, thinking about the
shape of her face, the smell of her body, and the feel of
hair as a woman. That a hunter would go out into the bush
and call out for animals to come, and the animals would select
one of their number which was old and tired, and this animal
would offer itself to the hunter so that he may kill it quickly
and take it as meat to his cave.
There
was no violence against animals. There was no violence against
Nature by human beings at that time. Man used to ask for food
from Nature. He used to come to a tree and think about fruit,
and the tree would allow some of its fruit to fall to the
ground, and man would take it.
And then
it is said, however, that when the Chitauli came to Earth,
they arrived in terrible vessels which flew through the air,
vessels which were shaped like great bowls and which made
a terrible noise and a terrible fire in the sky. And the Chitauli
told human beings, whom they gathered together by force with
whips of lightning, that they were great gods from the sky
and that from now on they would receive a number of great
gifts from the god. These so-called gods, who were like human
beings, but very tall, with a long tail, and with terrible
burning eyes, some of them had two eyes-yellow, bright eyes-some
had three eyes, the red, round eye being in the center of
their forehead. These creatures then took away the great powers
that human beings had: the power of speaking through the mind
only, the power of moving objects with their mind only, the
power of seeing into the future and into their past, and the
power to travel, spiritually, to different worlds.
All of
these great powers the Chitauli took away from human beings
and they gave human beings a new power, now, the power of
speech. But, human beings found, to their horror, that the
power of speech divided human beings, instead of uniting them,
because the Chitauli cunningly created different languages,
and they caused a great quarrel between people. Also, the
Chitauli did something which has never been done before: they
gave human beings people to rule over them, and they said,
“These are your kings, these are your chiefs. They have our
blood in them. They are our children, and you must listen
to these people because they will speak on our behalf. If
you don’t, we are going punish you very terribly.”
Before
the coming of the Chitauli, before the coming of the Imbulu
creatures, human beings were spiritually one. But when the
Chitauli came, human beings became divided, both spiritually
as well as by language.
And then,
human beings were given strange new feelings by the Chitauli.
Human beings started to feel unsafe, and so they started making
villages with very strong fences of wood around them. Human
beings started becoming country makers. In other words, they
started creating tribes and tribe lands, which had borders,
which they defended against any possible enemy. Human beings
became ambitious and greedy and they wanted to acquire wealth
in the form of cattle, and sea shells.
And,
another thing the Chitauli forced human beings to do, they
forced human beings to mine into the Earth. The Chitauli activated
human women and made them to discover minerals and metals
of certain types. Women discovered copper; women discovered
gold; women discovered silver. And, eventually, they were
guided by the Chitauli to alloy these metals and to create
new metals which had never existed in Nature before, metals
such as bronze and brass and others.
Now,
the Chitauli, further, removed the sacred rain-bringing mist
from the sky and for the first time since creation, human
beings looked up and saw stars, and the Chitauli told human
beings that they have been wrong in believing that God dwelt
under the Earth. “From now on,” the Chitauli told people of
this Earth, “the people of Earth must believe that God is
in Heaven and they must do things here on Earth which would
please this God who is in Heaven.”
You see,
originally, human beings had believed that God was underground,
that she was a very great mother who dwelt under the Earth
because they saw all the green things growing from under the
Earth-the grass came from below ground, the trees grew from
below ground, and the people had believed, therefore, that
the dead people who died go underground. But when the Chitauli
turned humans’ eyes towards the sky, people started believing,
now, that God is in the sky and that those who die from this
Earth don’t go underground, but go up into the sky.
And to
this day, sir, throughout Africa wherever you go as an investigator,
you will find this amazing-these two amazing ideas which conflict
with each other.
Many
African tribes believe in what is called Midzimu or Badimo.
Now, the word Midzimu or Badimo means “them who are in the
sky”. But, in Zulu-land, amongst my people, you find this
amazing schism going hand-in-hand. There are Zulus who believe
that the dead ones are the Abapansi, which means “the ones
who are below, who are under the Earth”. Then there is another
idea which says Abapezulu. The word Abapezulu means “those
who are above”, and the word Abapansi, which is the oldest
name for the spirits of the dead, means “they who are under
the Earth”.
So, even
today, sir, all over Africa amongst hundreds of tribes, you
find this strange double-belief that the dead go into the
sky, and side-by-side with the belief that the dead die and
go under the Earth. This belief that the dead die and go under
the Earth is said to date to the days when our people believed
that God was a woman, the great Cosmic Mother. And, it is
contrasted by the Abapezulu belief that God is a man who dwells
in the sky.
Now,
sir, another thing that the Chitauli told our people, it is
said, is that we human beings are here on Earth to change
the Earth and to make it suitable for “God” to come down one
day and dwell in it. And it is said that they who work to
change this Earth and make it safe for the serpent god, the
Chitauli, to come and dwell in it, will be rewarded with great
power and with great wealth.
Sir,
as I have watched over many years of study, over many years
of initiation of the mysteries of African shamanism, wisdom,
and knowledge, I have found myself wondering why we human
beings are actually destroying the Earth on which we live.
We are doing something which is only done by one other species
of animal, namely, the African elephant, which utterly destroys
every tree in the place in which it dwells.
We human
beings are doing exactly this. And wherever you go in Africa,
where once there were great ancient civilizations, you find
desert. For example, there is the Kalahari desert in South
Africa, and under the sands of that desert, I have found the
ruins of ancient cities, which means that human beings turned
this stretch of land, which was once green and fertile, into
a desert. And, in days when I was with explorers and safari
people in the Sahara regions of Africa, I also found evidence
of unbelievably ancient human habitation in places where there
is nothing now but angry rock and whispering sand.
In other
words, the Sahara Desert was once a fertile country and was
turned into a desert by human beings. Why? I must ask myself,
again and again, why are human beings being driven by insecurity,
greed, and lust of power to turn the Earth into a desert in
which, ultimately, no human being would ever be able to live?
Why?
Although
we are all aware of the terrible dangers that this will bring
about, why are we cutting huge areas of jungle in Africa?
Why are we on Earth carrying out the instructions which the
Chitauli programmed into us? Although my mind refuses to accept
this, the answer is a terrible yes, yes, yes.
Amongst
the many people of wisdom who honor me with their friendship,
is a man of great knowledge who lives in Israel, Dr. Sitchin.
[Editor’s note: This reference is to Dr. Zecharia Sitchin,
author of many provocative books about the interaction of
extraterrestrial peoples with Earth humans in very ancient
times.] According to the ancient books which were written
by the people of Sumeria, out of clay, gods came out of the
sky and forced human beings to work for them, to mine gold
for them. This story is confirmed by African legends throughout
Africa, that gods came out of the sky and made us into their
slaves, and they made us into slaves in such a way that we
would never realize that we are slaves.
One other
thing that our people say is that the Chitauli prey upon us
like vultures. They raise some of us, they fill some of us
with great anger and great ambition, and they make these people
they’ve raised into great warriors who make terrible war.
But, in the end, the Chitauli do not allow these great leaders,
these great war chiefs and kings, to die peacefully. The warrior
chief is used to make as much war as possible, to kill as
many of his people, and those he calls enemies, as possible,
and then, in the end, the warrior chief dies a terrible death,
with his blood being spilled by others.
And this
phenomenon I have seen in my people’s history, again and again
and again. Our great King Shaka Zulu, he fought over 200 great
wars during the reign of some 30-something years. And then,
he was slaughtered and he died a violent death. He died a
broken man who, because of the death of his mother, had no
longer the power to win any more battles.
And,
before Shaka Zulu, there was another king who trained Shaka
to become the great king that he was. That king’s name was
Dingiswayo. Dingiswayo had fought great wars trying to unite
the Zulu people into one great tribe. He had seen the White
people of the Cape and he thought that, by uniting his people
into one huge nation, he would be able to repel the threat
to his people which the White people posed. But, what happened
was, after winning many battles of uniting many tribes, King
Dingiswayo suddenly became striken by an eye disease which
made him almost blind. And he hid this secret that he could
no longer see. But, that terrible secret was discovered by
a woman, a queen of another tribe, called Ntombazi. Ntombazi
took a battle ax and beheaded Dingiswayo with one blow, after
she had lured him into her hut and given him food and beer
to drink.
There
is also a similar phenomenon with great White leaders: Napoleon,
in Europe, who died a miserable death on his lonely island
in the Atlantic Ocean; Hitler, also in Europe, who died a
terrible death by putting the gun in the mouth and killing
himself, we are told; Attila the Hun, who was killed by a
woman, and many other great leaders who came to a sticky end
after giving as much death and misery to as many people as
they could.
King
Shaka was stabbed to death by his half-brother, who used on
him the same type of spear that he had designed to kill people
as quickly as possible. And, Julius Caesar also met a similar
fate after he, like our Shaka Zulu, had conquered many nations.
Always
the warrior hero dies a death that he, really, should not
die. King Arthur, in England, was killed by his own son, Mordred
after a long and courageous reign. I could go on and on and
on.
Now,
all these things, if you bring them together, they show that
whether people laugh at this or not, whether people scoff
at this or not, there is a certain power that is guiding we
human beings toward the dark river of self-destruction. And
the sooner many of us become aware of this, the better, perhaps,
we might be able to deal with it.
Martin:
Do you believe that these beings are around the world equally,
or are they primarily focused in Africa?
Credo
Mutwa: Sir, I believe that these creatures are everywhere
on Earth, and with respect, sir, although I hate talking about
myself so much, I am a person who has traveled to many parts
of the world. I have been to your country, the United States,
sir. I have been to Australia. I have been to Japan, amongst
other countries.
And no
matter where I have gone, sir, I have found people telling
me about creatures like this. For example, in 1997, I visited
Australia, sir, and I traveled a lot to try and find the Black
people of Australia, the Aborigine. And when I did find them,
they told me a number of things that astonished me very, very
much. The same things that I’d found in Japan, I found in
Taiwan. Everywhere where there are still shaman and traditional
healers, you find these amazing stories.
Now,
let me tell you, sir, what I found in Australia alone. This,
that the Australian Aborigine people, who call themselves
Coorie, which means “our people”: The Coorie people of Australia
believe in a great creating god called Byamie, sir. A Coorie
shaman, in fact, several of them, drew me pictures of this
Byamie, and one of them showed me a rock painting representing
this strange creator god who came out of the stars. And when
they placed their drawing in front of me, what they showed
was a Chitauli. I recognized it from my African initiation.
It had a large head. It had large eyes, which were stressed
by the artist. It had no mouth, and it had long arms and incredibly
long legs. Sir, this was a typical depiction of a Chitauli
which I knew from my own people in Africa.
I asked
myself “Why?” Here I am in a country many thousands of miles
away from Africa, and here I am seeing a being known as the
Biamai or Bimi, who is a creature with which I, the African,
am familiar.
Amongst
the Native American people, sir, I found, for example, amongst
certain tribes in America, tribes such as the Hopi people,
and those people who stay in those buildings called a pueblo,
I found that these people-they have got what are called Katchina
creatures, where people wear masks and disguise themselves
as certain creatures. And some of these Katchinas are very,
very tall, with a huge round head.
Exactly
as we have in Africa, I found similar creatures in America.
In Africa we call these creatures Egwugwu, or, we call them
by another name, called Chinyawu. The Katchina of the Native
American people, and the Chinyawu of our people, are identical
beings. Now, why should this be? When were American Native
people and Africans in contact? When? This is one of the greatest
mysteries of all time, sir. It is one of many things that
I found throughout the world which left me utterly amazed.
There
ARE such creatures, and the sooner skeptics amongst us face
up to this fact, the better it shall be. Why is human-kind
not progressing? Why are we running around in a great circle
of self-destruction and mutual-destruction?
People
are basically good; I believe this. People don’t want to start
wars. People don’t want to destroy the world in which they
stay, but there are creatures, or there is power that is driving
we human beings toward self-annihilation. And the sooner we
recognize this, the better.
Just
now, I live in Africa. Here are my people. Here is my home.
But I see Africa being destroyed in wars that make no sense
whatsoever to me as an African. I look at India which, like
Africa, suffered the scourge of colonialism by the French,
the English, and other European powers. But India, through
her independence as a country, has achieved the things which
we, Africa, have failed to achieve. Why?
India
has exploded the atomic bomb and is today one of the feared
nations of this world. India has launched satellites into
orbit. India, although she has the same problems as Africa
has-a burgeoning population, religion as well as tribal strife-although
India has got an incredibly poor section of her population,
as well as an incredibly rich one, she has achieved things
that Africa has failed to achieve.
Now,
I ask myself “Why? Why?” Because India was established by
people from Africa, and I don’t think, sir, as the Black races
about this. This is a fact that, thousands of years ago, people
from Africa laid the foundation of the greatest civilization
of India, as well as other countries in Southeast Asia. There
is overwhelming archeological evidence of this. But, why is
Africa drowning in war, in disease, and in hunger? Why?
Many
times, sir, I sit in my hut and I cry when I see diseases
like AIDS destroying us; when I see senseless wars destroying
those countries in Africa which had thrived for thousands
of years.
Say,
Ethiopia is a country that has been free for thousands of
years. Ethiopia was once the school of all of Africa. Nigeria
was once a great country with a long tradition of self-government-long,
long before the White man came to Africa. But today, all of
these countries and many others are being destroyed.
Today,
sir, there are parts of Africa which have been totally depopulated
by war and by the disease called AIDS, a disease which shows
every sign of being a man-made disease. I ask myself, “Who
or what is destroying Africa, and why?”
Because
there are tribes in those villages I lived in, who assisted
my search for knowledge, before the Second World War and after.
But today these tribes no longer exist anymore. They are gone,
dispersed, totally exterminated in senseless wars that gain
the Black people nothing.
I am
in South Africa now. Here I was born, and here I was to die.
But I see my country falling apart like a rotting mango. South
Africa was once a powerful country. She had a powerful army.
She had huge industries, which were producing everything from
locomotives to little radios. But today my country has become
a drug-sodden, crime-ridden piece of rubbish. Why? A country
doesn’t get destroyed almost overnight, unless there are definite
forces which are determined to obliterate it.
I recently
saw, sir, the destruction of another country inside South
Africa. The country is Lesotho. This country, Lesotho, is
inhabited by some of the oldest and the wisest tribes in South
Africa. Amongst them is a tribe called the Bakwama. The Bakwama
people are so ancient that they actually describe to you a
mysterious land of huge pointed mountains, a mysterious land
ruled by a great god, who had the head of a human being and
the body of the lion. [One immediately thinks of the Sphinx
in Egypt.
The Bakwama
call this country Ntswama-tfatfi. This land that they name
Ntswama-tfatfi means “the land of the Sun-hawk”. The hawk
is the bird of prey in Heaven-you know? Now, these Bakwama
people did, in South Africa, know about the land of Egypt
where they say their ancestors came from. And they call this
mysterious land of the gods, “the land of the Sun-hawk, or
the Sun-eagle”, which is exactly how the Egyptians portrayed
their country, sir. They portrayed it as “the land of Hor”,
the god Horus in Greece.
Now,
when Princess Diana died, in 1997, I was one of the first
Black people to suspect that Princess Diana had been murdered,
and I will tell you why this thing happened, sir. Because,
about a year or 8 months before Diana died, there died a king
in Lesotho, King Moshoeshoe II. King Moshoeshoe II’s death
was detail-for-detail identical to Princess Diana’s death.
Consider
this please, all of you who might find my words incredible:
Princess Diana died in a tunnel, but the king of Lesotho died
in a ravine. He had gone far away to investigate a problem
in his cattle ranch. It was found that he was overdue, and
when the people went to search for him, they heard from various
boys who were looking after the cattle in the Basotho-land
mountains, that the boys had heard what sounded like a rifle
shot, and when the men went to look where the rifle shot had
sounded, they found the king’s car off the road and deep in
the ravine. They went down their and they found that the king
of Lesotho was in his car. He was strapped in a safety belt,
but he had a terrible injury at the back of his head. And
they found that the king’s driver was dead at the steering
wheel. But, the two men who were the king’s bodyguards, who
were riding in the king’s vehicle in the seat directly behind
the king, had escaped without a scratch. One of the men entered
the car and pulled out the dying king. The king apologized
to them for messing-up their hands with his blood, which was
a tradition, that a dying king must thank the people who are
trying to get him out of where he is. And he must apologize
to them for putting them into trouble, because anyone who
handles the sacred blood of the king is in spiritual trouble
of some kind after that.
Then,
when the king’s car was brought out of the ravine, it was
found that there was a hole, like a bullet hole, in one of
the tires of the car. And that car’s tire was mysteriously
removed, afterwards, when the king’s car was stored not in
a safe place, but in a yard outside where anybody could get
at it. And, when an autopsy was conducted on the body of the
driver of the king’s car, it was found that the man had been
so drunk as to not have been able to drive the car at all.
And third, the man who had driven the king’s car and who died
at the wheel had not been the man who usually drives the king’s
car.
Now,
sir, do you see this mystery now? The death of the Lesotho
king matched that of Princess Diana, which was to follow it.
In many other amazing details than I have detailed now, and
so the nation of Lesotho was reduced to a retch after the
king’s death, when rioting took place as a result of a general
election which provisional party members prospected and controlled.
Today
Lesotho is an economically moribund nation. And Lesotho is
a country which was the place of a strange experiment-an experiment
which consisted of the building of a huge dam, whose purpose
was to supply South Africa, and not Lesotho, with large quantities
of water. And we have recently heard ugly rumors emanating
from that country, that somebody was bribed to facilitate
the building of this huge dam where the water of a small nation
is being used to supply, to supplement the water supplies
of a highly industrialized nation.
There
are many strange things, sir, which have taken place in South
Africa, and are taking place, as well as in other parts of
Africa, which make no sense to me as an African. There are
wars which take place in Africa, where after an African country
has gained its independence from the colonial power, then
a force of rebels pick up weapons against that country’s government,
but instead of the rebels fighting the government to the bitter
end, what happens again and again is that the rebel forces
split into various groups which end up fighting not only the
government in power, but also each other. And the result is
that, in several African countries, the country is so destroyed
that, no matter which party wins, the people lose. The United
Nations are caused to be called in, in order to create some
semblance of peace. In other words, Africans have now started
fighting wars which bring about not victory, but the destruction
of themselves, as well as their people.
I would
like to draw your attention, sir, to the senseless tide which
is still raging in the Sudan, as well as other parts of Africa.
I would like to draw your attention, sir, to the longest and
most terrible civil war which is destroying the southern parts
of the Sudan. I would like to draw your attention, and that
of your readers, sir, to the terrible war which is destroying
Angola. And one part of the world, to the East of Southern
Africa, has been so raped by many years of war that there
are now places where you don’t even hear a bird-thing. All
living forms of life have been wiped-out in that place. Now,
why?
And then,
I have found that these countries that are being destroyed
by senseless wars which are totally out of character for us
Africans, and I speak as an African, are those countries which,
had they been left alone, could have supplied the whole of
Africa with food, with water, and with valuable minerals.
I am told, sir, that under the surface of Angola, under the
plains of Angola, are deposits of coal which are without equal
in this world. I am further told that in parts of Angola there
are deposits of oil which are second only to those reserves
of oil which are in the Middle East.
The Sudan
is a country which I visited several times during, and even
after, the Second World War. In the Sudan there was so much
food that you received free food from the villagers, as you
traveled through the Sudan. Today, southern Sudan is a starvation-torn,
battle of rage hellhole where children die of diarrhea in
the bush while the vultures and buzzards wait on the branches
of trees to feast. Africa is being systematically and deliberately
destroyed by a power of such relentlessness that it is continuing
the destruction even now.
But,
this power is getting desperate.
Martin:
Excuse me. Did you say there was coal in Angola or gold?
Credo
Mutwa: Coal, sir, coal. There are diamonds in Angola, sir.
And I have learned from reliable people that there is more
oil under Angola, in certain places, than there is in certain
parts of the Middle East.
Is this
what Africa is being destroyed for? Is this what our nations
are being slaughtered for-for coal under the surface, for
diamonds? If so, who is this intelligence that is behind this?
Are people less valuable than minerals? Are people less valuable
than oil?
Because,
sir, genocide, worse than anything that Hitler ever committed
upon the Jewish people, is taking place in Africa NOW, and
the people of America don’t seem to care a damn. Why? We are
the best friends that the United States has got. We are the
best people. We buy American products. Our children want to
look like American children. Our kids wear jeans, sir, and
they even speak with American accents, because you American
people are our role model. Why are you allowing us to be slaughtered?
Why? Why?
Not only
are we being killed by war, sir, we are being killed by drugs.
There were no drugs in South Africa during the days of the
apartheid government. Now, under our democratic government,
our country has become one drug-sodden cess pit. Why?
Today,
sir, and I speak as a traditional shaman, one of my purposes
is to try and help people with a drug problem. Sir, I can
help a young African who is abusing marijuana or hashish.
I can help a young African who is dependent upon Dakwa. But,
sir, I am useless, my skills are rubbish and I fail again-and
so do many like me-to help young Black people who are addicted
to a new type of drug which is called “crack”. It is a hard-looking
drug. It’s like hardened chocolate when you see it, and this
thing is so addictive that no shaman can help a young victim
of this drug.
I am
asking the people of the United States of America, I am asking
my Black brothers and my Black sisters over there, why are
you allowing the country which is your mother to be exterminated?
I don’t
care what skeptics say, sir. Please forgive me when I really
get hot under the collar. I don’t care what skeptics say,
but there IS a force destroying Africa and I am not buying
the nonsense that it is the bankers of the IMF and other big
banks. You don’t kill the goose that gives you the golden
egg, so why would the bankers want to destroy Africa? There
is another force behind these people, a terrible, alien force,
which does things behind the scenes which-and the sooner we
recognize this, the better-sir, it is very common for human
beings who are in trouble to blame forces other than those
inside themselves.
But,
I have studied the situation in Africa since the end of the
Second World War, and before, and I have evidence that points
to an alien force at work in Africa.
What,
who is wiping out Africa’s oldest tribes?
Please,
sir, let me tell you a thing that cuts my soul. May I please?
Martin:
Please, continue.
Credo
Mutwa: Please, I’m sorry to talk so much. Please forgive me.
I belong to the Zulu nation, a nation of warriors, a nation
of wise people. My people, sir, have never been studied by
White anthropologists thoroughly, but the Zulu people knew
things that, if I were to share with your readers, they would
be amazed.
Let me
show you this. The Zulu people KNEW, amongst many things,
that it is the Earth which moves around the Sun, and not the
other way around. They said, to explain this thing to the
initiated, that the Earth is a feminine creature and the Sun
is a male creature, and, therefore, the Earth is the mobile
one who dances around the Sun-the beautiful princess who dances
around the fiery king who is the Sun. Our people knew that
the Earth was a sphere. Our people knew about germs and their
function. When the White man came to Africa, where did this
incredible knowledge come from? I do not know.
The people
of America and the people of Europe say that it was Albert
Einstein who came out with the idea that time and space are
one and the same thing. My answer to that is, “No!”
My people,
the Zulus, knew that space and time was one thing. In the
language of the Zulu, one of the names for space is umkati.
And the Zulu name for time is isikati. Now, our people knew
that space and time were one and the same thing, hundreds
of years before Einstein’s birth.
And furthermore,
our people believed, like the Dogon people, that there are
24 planets in our part of space which are inhabited by intelligent
creatures of various states. And, this knowledge has never
been recorded in any book, and I and my aunt are the only
surviving high sanusi [shaman] in South Africa who are the
keepers of this knowledge. My aunt is still alive. She is
about 90-something years old, and I am now close to dead,
suffering from diabetes-a terrible killer of African people
nowadays.
And,
what I am trying to tell you is that, although my people had
this tremendous knowledge, which has never been written down
in any book, the Zulu people today, a huge percentage of them,
are victims of HIV or outright AIDS. And it has been calculated,
sir, in the next 50 years, fully three-fourths of the Zulu
people in Natal are going to die. And I am the keeper of sacred
objects which I inherited from my grandfather. I am, from
my mother’s side, a direct descendant of the last true Zulu
king, Dingame. And, my duty should be to protect my people
from anything that threatens their existence.
Look,
please, sir. Anyone who studies humanity with love, with understanding,
and with care, recognizes the fact that there is a shining
God which is struggling to be born within each and every one
of us. We are trying to fight back, although many of us are
not yet aware of this. We are developing an attitude of wanting
to protect our planet, no matter who or what we are.
There
are chiefs in Africa who fine you very heavily if they see
you destroying a tree unnecessarily. This thing was common
in the past, but it disappeared with the coming of the White
people; but now it has come back again.
Man is
becoming, is struggling to become a more advanced, more caring
being, and the aliens are not going to take this lying down.
They are going to cause us to kill each other, again. And
I am worried about what is going to happen.
Sir,
I can show you many strange things that African people did
to protect themselves against the Grey aliens. The things
that our people did were not the result of superstition. They
were the result of terrible personal experience.
One day
I hope to share with you, sir, the story of how I got “taken”,
we say. We believe, sir, that the Mantindane (“the tormentor”),
the Greys, are really servants of the Chitauli. And that they,
contrary to what White people think-White people think a wrong
thing, sir, many-that the Mantindane are experimenting with
us. They are NOT. I repeat, they are not.
Anyone
who has been through the hells of these beings will tell you
that there is nothing experimental in what they do. There
is a cold, cold, cold-blooded resolve, and they are not doing
what they do to us for themselves, they are doing what they
do to us for greater creatures than they are. Please, sir,
can you give me a little time to share with you, briefly,
what happened to me?
Martin:
Oh yes, absolutely, please. We have all the time you need.
Credo
Mutwa: Sir, it was an ordinary day, like any other day. It
was a beautiful day in the eastern mountains of Zimbabwe,
which are called Inyangani. These are mountains to the East
of Zimbabwe.
Now,
I had been instructed by my teacher to go and find a special
herb which we were going to use in the healing of a certain
initiate who was badly ill. And my teacher, a woman called
Mrs. Moyo, was Ndebele, from Zimbabwe, once known as Rhodesia.
I was
looking for this herb, and I was not thinking about anything,
and I had no belief whatsoever in these creatures. I had never
encountered them before, and although we African people believe
in many things, I was mighty skeptical, even about certain
entities that we believed in at that time, because I had never
encountered anything like that before.
And all
of a sudden, sir, I noticed that the temperature around me
had dropped, although it was a very hot African day. I suddenly
noticed that it was now cold and there was, what appeared
to be, a bright blue mist swirling all around me, getting
between me and the eastern landscape. I remember wondering,
stupidly, what this thing meant, because I had just begun
to dig one of the herbs I had found.
Suddenly,
I found myself in a very strange place, a place that looked
like a tunnel lined with metal. I had worked in mines before,
and where I found myself appeared to be a mine tunnel which
was lined with silver-greyish metal.
I was
lying on what appeared to be a very heavy and very large working
bench or a working table, sir. But yet, I was not chained
to the table. I was just lying there and my trousers were
missing, and so were the heavy boots that I always wore when
I was out in the bush. And all of a sudden, in this strange,
tunnel-like room, I saw what appeared to be dull, heady-looking,
grey, dull-like creatures which were moving toward me.
There
were lights in this place, but not lights as we know them.
They seemed to be patches of glowing stuff. And there was
something above the far entrance which looked like writing,
that writing against the silver-grey surface, and these creatures
were coming at me but I was hypnotized, just as if the witchcraft
had been put upon my head.
But I
watched the creatures as they were coming towards me. I didn’t
know what they were. I was frightened, but I couldn’t move
my arms or my legs. I just lay there like a goat on a sacrificial
altar. And when the creatures came towards me, I felt fear
inside me. They were short creatures, about the size of African
Pigmy. They have very large heads, very thin arms, and very
thin legs.
I noticed,
sir, because I am an artist, a painter, that these creatures
were built all wrong from an artist’s point of view. Their
limbs were too long for their body, and their necks were very
thin, and their heads were almost as large as full-grown watermelons.
They had strange eyes, which looked like goggles of some kind.
They had no noses, as we have, only small holes on either
side of the raised area between their eyes. Their mouth had
no lips, only thin cuts as if made by a razor.
And while
I was looking at these creatures, sir, in amazed fascination,
I felt something close to my head, about my head. And when
I looked up, there was another creature, a slightly bigger
one than the other, and it was standing above my head and
was looking down at me.
I looked
up into its eyes and I was totally hypnotized, and you know,
I was spellbound. I looked into the thing’s eyes and I noticed
that the creature wanted me to keep looking into his eyes.
I looked and saw that, through these covers over their eyes,
I could see the creature’s real eyes behind this black, goggle-like
cover. It’s eyes were round, with straight pupils, like those
of a cat. And the thing was not moving it’s head. It was breathing;
I could see that. I could see little nostrils moving, closing
and shutting, but sir, if anybody says to me that I smelled
like that creature, really, I would konk him one on the face.
Martin:
(Laughter)
Credo
Mutwa: The creature smelled like nobody’s business. It had
a strange smell, a throat-tightening, chemical smell, which
smelled like rotten eggs, and also like hot copper [sulfur],
a very strong smell.
And the
creature saw me looking at it, and it looked down at me and,
all of a sudden, I felt a terrible, awful pain on my left
thigh, as if a sword had been driven into my left thigh. I
screamed in pain, horrible, calling out for my mother, and
the creature placed it’s hand over my mouth. You know, sir,
it was like-if you want to know how that felt, please sir,
take the leg of a chicken, a live chicken, and place it against
your lips. That was how the creature’s hand felt upon my mouth.
It had
thin, long fingers, which had more joints than my human fingers
have. And the thumb was in the wrong place. Each one of the
fingers ended in a black claw, almost like certain African
birds. The thing was telling me to be quiet. And how long
the pain went on, sir, I don’t know. I screamed and I screamed
and I screamed, again.
And then,
all of a sudden, something was pulled out of my flesh, and
I looked down and saw my thigh covered with blood, and I saw
that one of the creatures-there were four of them, other than
the one standing over my head-they wore tight fitting overalls,
which were silvery-grey in color, and their flesh resembled
the flesh of certain types of fish that we find in the sea
off South Africa. And the creature standing above my head
appeared to be a female. It was somehow different than the
others. It was taller, bigger, although it didn’t have breasts
like a woman, it appeared to be feminine. And the others appeared
to be afraid of it, I don’t know how I can describe this.
And then,
while this terrible thing was going on, another of the creatures
came up to me-it walked sideways, in a slightly jerking way,
as if it was drunk-it walked up along the table, to my right
side, and it stood next to the one standing above my head.
And before I knew what was happening, this creature stuck
something that was like a small, silver, ball-point pen with
a cable at one end, it pushed this thing, coldly, into my
right nostril.
Sir,
the pain was out of this world. Blood splattered all over.
I choked and tried to scream, but the blood got into my throat.
It was a nightmare. Then, it pulled the thing out and I tried
to fight and sit up.
The pain
was terrible, but the other thing above my head placed it’s
hand upon my forehead and kept me down with very little force.
I was choking and trying to spit out the blood, and then I
managed to turn my head to the right to spit out the blood,
which I did, and then what the creatures did to me, sir, I
don’t know.
All I
do know is that the pain went away, and in place of the pain,
strange visions flooded my head, visions of cities, some of
which I recognized from my travels-but, cities which were
half-destroyed, the buildings having their tops blown away,
with windows like empty eye-sockets in a human skull. I saw
these visions again and again. All the buildings that I saw
were half-drowned in a reddish, muddish water.
It was
as if there had been a flood and the buildings were sticking
up out of this great flood, partly destroyed by a disaster
of some kind, and it was a terrible sight.
And then,
before I knew it, one of the creatures, the one standing next
to my feet, drove something into my organ of manhood, but
here there was no pain, just a violent irritation, as if I
was making love to something or someone.
And then,
when the creature withdrew the thing, which was like a small,
black tube which it had forced into my organ of manhood, I
did something which produced a strange result, and I did not
do it intentionally. I think it was-my bladder opened, and
I urinated straight into the chest of the creature which had
pulled the thing out of my organ.
And if
I had shot the creature, it would never have reacted as it
did. It jerked away and nearly fell, and then it recovered
and staggered away like a drunken insect, and left the room.
I don’t know whether my urine did it; I don’t know. But that
is what happened.
Then,
after a while, the other creatures went away, leaving me with
a dull pain in my nostril, with blood on my thigh, and the
table wet with urine. And the thing standing above my head
had not moved. It just stood there with it’s right hand touching
it’s left shoulder, in a strangely beautiful and feminine
way. It stood there looking at me. There was no expression
in its face. I never saw any of the creatures talk or make
any sound of any kind. All I do know is that they appeared
to be mute.
And then,
out of somewhere there arrived two other creatures, one of
which was made entirely out of metal. Even in my worst nightmares,
I still see this creature. It was tall. It was big. And the
area in which we were was too small for it. It walked with
a slight stoop, moving forward, and it was definitely not
a living thing. It was a metal creature, a robot of some kind.
And it came and it stood near my feet, its whole body clumsily
bent, looking down at me. There was no mouth. There was no
nose. There were just two bright eyes, which seemed to change
color, and seemed to move somehow, like the crackling of an
electrical device.
And then,
behind this huge, bent creature, came a creature which surprised
me. It was very, very, very, very swollen, sir, in appearance.
It had pink skin. It had a blondish, very human body. It had
very bright, blue, slanting eyes. It had hair which looked
like nylon fiber of some kind. It had high cheek-bones and
an almost human mouth, with full lips and a small, pointed
chin. The creature, sir, was definitely a female but like
an artist and a painter, which I am, and also a sculptor,
I noticed that the creature was totally out of proportion.
It was wrong.
First,
its breasts were thin and pointed, and set too high upon its
chest, not where a normal woman’s breasts would be. Its body
was powerful, almost fat, but its legs were too short and
its arms were too short in proportion to the rest of its body.
And it came towards me, looked down at me, and before I knew
what it was doing, somehow it mated with me. It was a horrible
experience, sir, even worse than what had been done to me
before. But even now, the trauma of that day had affected
my life even now, exactly 40 years later.
And after
that, when the creatures had gone, leaving only the one creature
which had been standing about my head, the creature standing
about my head shook me by the hair, it gripped me by the head
and forced me to stand off the table and to get off the table.
I did that, and such was the state that I was in, that I fell
onto my knees and hands, onto the floor.
And I
noticed that that floor was strange. It had moving patterns
in it, which kept on changing and shifting-purple, red, and
greenish patterns, on a metal-grey background. And the creature
pulled me by the hair, again, forcing me to stand up, and
it pushed me roughly and made me follow it.
Sir,
it would take too long for me to describe what I saw in that
strange place, as the creature pushed me, roughly, from room
to room. Even now my mind can’t grasp what it was that I saw.
Amongst many things that I saw were huge cylindrical objects,
made of what appeared to be glass of some kind. And in these
object, cylinders, which reached from the roof to the floor
of the place we were going through, was what appeared to be
a sort-of a greyish-pink liquid. And in this liquid I saw
small editions of the alien creatures floating round and round,
like disgusting little frogs, inside this liquid.
I couldn’t
understand what it was that I was being shown. But then, in
the last room I was led through, I saw people, and other strange
creatures, which, even now, my mind can’t make head or sense
out of, lying on the table.
And I
passed a White man, a real White man, who smelled like a human
being, was smelling of sweat, urine, excrement, and fear.
This White man was lying on a table like the one I had been
lying on, and I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine
as I went by.
And then
I found myself out in the bush. I found that my trousers were
missing. There was a terrible pain in my left thigh. There
was a pain in my penis which was starting to swell, and when
I tried to pass water, the pain was excruciating. I took off
my shirt and I used it as a loin-cloth and I walked through
the bush.
I first
met a group of young Rhodesian Black people who guided me
to my teacher’s village. And when I arrived outside that village,
I smelled so horribly that every dog in the village came yapping
and snarling to tear me to pieces. And it was only my teacher
and her other students and the villagers who saved me on that
day. My teacher and the villagers were not at all surprised
by what I had to tell them. They accepted it, sir. They said
to me that what had happened to me had happened to many other
people before, and that I was lucky to return alive, because
many people have disappeared in that part of the land, never
to be seen again-White people, Black people, and so on.
Sir,
I’m cutting a very long story short. In the year following,
1960, I was delivering parcels in the city of Johannesburg.
You see, I was working in a curio shop, when a White man shouted
at me to stop.
I assumed
that the White man was a secret policeman who wanted to look
into my identity documents. And when I tried to produce the
documents, he told me, angrily, that he didn’t want to see
my stinking documents.
Sir,
he asked me this question: “Listen, where the hell have I
seen you before? Who are you?”
I said,
“I am nobody, sir; I am just a working man.”
He said,
“Don’t bullshit me, man; who the hell are you? Where did I
see you before?”
And then
I looked at him. I recognized him-his long, straggly, golden-brown
hair, his ridiculous mustache and beard. I remembered him-his
blue eyes blood-shot and naked-terror, shining upon his eyes,
and his skin as pale as that of a goat.
I said,
“Meneer”, which is the African’s way. “Meneer-I saw you in
Rhodesia in a certain place underground.” And if I had hit
that White man with my fist, he wouldn’t have reacted the
way he did, sir. He turned away and walked with a terrible
expression, and he disappeared on the other side of the street.
Now,
roughly, this is what happened to me, sir, but it is not a
unique experience at all.
Since
that time I met many, many, many people who have had the identical
experience that I said, and most of them were traditional
Black men and women who can neither read nor write. They were
coming to me to seek my help as a shaman, but I was, myself,
looking for somebody wiser than I to tell me what had happened
to me, exactly. Because, sir, when I get caught by the Mantindane,
you become so traumatized, your life becomes so changed, you
become so embarrassed and ashamed of yourself, you develop
a self-hatred which you cannot understand, and there are subtle
changes in your life which make no sense to you.
One:
You develop a strange love for humankind. You want to shake
everybody by the shoulders and say, “Hey, wake-up people;
we are not alone. I know we are not alone!”
And,
you develop a feeling that your life is no longer your own;
and furthermore, you become compelled with a strange edge
to move from place to place, to travel. You become worried
about the future; you become worried about people.
And another
thing, sir, which I hoped one day you would send people to
me to see for their own self: you develop knowledge which
doesn’t belong to you. You develop an understanding of space,
an understanding of time and creation which makes no sense
to you as a human being-it is a state, after your terrible
torture, after substances have been removed from you, some
kind of exchange takes place where you suddenly know things
that the Mantindane would know, which ordinary human beings
do not know.
But,
sir, I know that this sharing of God often happens even when-for
example, at one time, in 1966, in South Africa, sir, I was
arrested and rather savagely interrogated by the security
police. It was that time when every Black intellectual, no
matter who he or she was, had a visit from these really nasty
guys, who put you to torture, sometimes, who used to put electrical
devices on you, and ask you questions, and so on.
Sometimes,
when these “human beings” were torturing you, you often used
to sense what they were thinking. Somehow, when you are being
tortured by human beings, not by Mantindane only, there is
a transference of thought. For example, when a particularly
nasty secret policeman was coming to beat you, you KNEW what
he was thinking, even before he burst into the room in which
you were held. You knew that he was coming, and you knew exactly
what he was thinking and what he intended to do to you.
So, this
is why I say the strange things that flood my mind. And what
flooded my mind on that day were visions from the mind of
the Mantindane.
Since
that time-I am a man of only very limited education-I found
it hard to speak, let alone to write English. I take long
to say things which people of better English would say in
few words. But, my hands are capable of making things which
nobody ever taught me.
I make
engines, rocket engines that actually work. I make guns, of
any type I wish, and all people who know me will tell you
this and, Mr. David Icke, sir, might show you pictures of
what I’ve done around my new home. I have made large robots
out of scrap iron, and some of these robots are going to work.
I don’t know where I acquired this knowledge from. And since
that terrible day, the visions I have seen since I was a child,
and the ordinary impressions which I have as a shaman, have
grown much more intense.
I don’t
know why, and I want to know the reason why. But I can tell
you, sir, that these creatures, which people wrongly call
aliens, are not aliens at all.
Over
many years of looking into this thing, trying to understand
it, I can tell you this: that the Mantindane, and the other
kinds of alien beings that our people know about, are sexually
compatible with human beings. The Mantindane are capable of
impregnating African women.
And I
have come across many cases of this during the last 30 years
or so. For example, according to our culture, abortion is
regarded as worse than murder. And if a tribal woman from
a rural area in South Africa is found to be pregnant by some
unknown person, and then her pregnancy disappears, that, sir,
relative to that woman, accuses her of having committed abortion,
and yet she denies this, of course.
And because
of the fight that results between her and her relatives, the
husband’s relatives, then she challenges these people who
are accusing her to take her to a sangoma; that is a person
like myself. The sangoma will sometimes examine the woman
and, if the sangoma finds that the woman had been pregnant,
and had somehow had her fetus removed-a thing which, when
it is done by the Mantindane, results in specific injuries
to the woman which anyone with experience can recognize-then,
the sangoma knows that the woman is telling the truth.
Also,
the smell which clings to people who have been through the
hands of the Mantindane, that meticulous man which is 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?
Martin:
Please continue.
Credo
Mutwa: I said, sir, the Grey aliens are edible.
Martin:
Yes, I heard that and I’m anxious to....
Credo
Mutwa: Their flesh is protein, just as animal flesh on Earth
is, but, anyone who ingests Grey alien flesh comes very, very
close to death. I nearly did.
You see,
in Lesotho there is a mountain called Laribe; it is called
the Crying Stone mountain. On several occasions, in the last
50 years or so, alien craft have crashed against this mountain.
And one
last incident was reported in the newspapers not so long ago.
An African who believes that these creatures are gods, when
they find the corpse of a dead Grey alien, they take it, put
it in a bag, and drag it into the bush, where they dismember
it and ritually eat it. But some of them die as a result of
ingesting that thing.
About
a year before I had the experience from the Inyangani Mountains,
I had been given, by a friend of mine in Lesotho, flesh from
what he called a sky god. I was skeptical.
He gave
me a small lump of grey, rather dry stuff, which he said was
the flesh. And he and I and his wife ritually ate this thing,
one night. After we had eaten this thing, sir, on the following
day, exactly, our bodies erupted into a rash which was like
nothing I had experienced in my life before.
Our bodies
were so full of the rash and urticaria, it was as if we had
small pox. We itched, the itching was horrible, especially
under the arm-pits and between the legs, and the buttocks.
Our tongues began to swell. We could not breathe. And for
a number of days, my friend, his wife and I were totally helpless,
secretly attended by initiates who were studying under my
friend, who was a shaman.
I came
very close to death. There was bleeding from nearly every
orifice in our body. We passed blood, much blood when we went
to the toilet. We could barely walk, barely breathe. And after
about 4 or 5 days, the rash subsided, then the pealing of
the skin took its place now. Our skins began to peal, in scales
like that of a snake shedding it’s skin.
Sir,
it was one of the most terrible experiences I had undergone.
In fact, when I began to feel better, I think that my being
abducted by the Mantindane was the direct result of my having
ingested flesh from one of these creatures. I had not believed
that what my friend was giving me was flesh from a creature.
I assumed it was some kind of root or herb or whatever. But,
afterwards, I recalled the taste of the thing. It had a coppery
taste, and had the same type of smell that I was to encounter
in 1959.
And,
after the rash went down-while I was still peeling and we
were smeared from head to foot with coconut oil by the initiates,
every day-a strange change came over us, sir, which I am asking
all people of knowledge who would read this in your country
to try and explain to me. We went crazy, sir, utterly crazy.
We started
laughing like real loony tunes. It was ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,
day after day-for the slightest things we started laughing
our heads off, for hours, until you were nearly exhausted.
And then
the laughing went away; and then a strange thing happened,
a thing which my friend said was the goal which those who
ate the flesh of a Mantindane wanted to achieve.
It was
as if we had ingested a strange substance, a drug, a drug
like no other on this Earth. Suddenly, our feelings were heightened.
When
you drank water, it was as if you had drunk a wine of some
kind. Water became as delicious as a man-made drink. Food
began to taste amazingly. Every feeling was heightened, and
it’s indescribable-it was as if I was one with the very heart
of the universe. I cannot describe it any other way.
And this
feeling of amazing intensity of feeling lasted for over 2
months. When I listened to music, it was as if there was music
behind the music, behind the music. When I painted pictures-which
is what I do for a living-and when I was holding a particular
color on the tip of my brush, it was as if there were other
colors in that color. It was an indescribable thing, sir.
Even now I cannot describe it. But let me now, sir, go to
something else.
The Mantindane
are not the only alien beings that we Africans have seen and
know about, and have got stories to tell about.
Many,
many, many centuries ago, before the first White-man came
to Africa, we African people encountered a race of alien beings
which looked exactly like the European White-man who were
going to invade Africa in our future.
These
alien creatures are tall. Some of them are rather well built,
like athletes, and they have slightly slanting blue eyes and
high cheek-bones. And they have got golden hair, and they
look exactly like the Europeans of today, with one exception:
their fingers are beautifully made, long and like those of
musicians and artists.
Now,
these creatures came to Africa out of the sky, in craft which
looked like the boomerang of the Australian people. Now, when
one of these craft comes down to land, it creates a whirlwind
of dust, which makes a very large sound indeed, like that
of a tornado. In the language of some African tribes, a whirlwind
is zungar-uzungo.
Now,
our people gave several names to these White-skinned aliens.
They called them Wazungu, a word which loosely means “god”
but literally means “people of the dust-devil or the whirlwind”.
And,
our people were familiar with these Wazungu from the start.
They saw them, and they saw that some-in fact, many-of these
Wazungu carry what appears to be a sphere made of crystal
or glass, a sphere which they always playfully bounce like
a ball in their hands. And when a force of warriors tries
to capture a Wazungu, the Wazungu throws this ball into the
air, catches it in his hands, and then disappears.
But,
some Wazungu were captured by Africans in the past and forcibly
kept prisoner in the villages of chiefs, and in the caves
of shamans. The person who had captured the Muzungu, as he
is called in singular, had to make sure that he kept the glass-globe
well-hidden from the Wazungu. So long as he kept the globe
hostage, the Muzungu could not escape.
And when
Africans saw the real Europeans, the White men from Europe,
they transferred to them the name Wazungu. Before we met the
people from Europe, we Africans, we had met White-skinned
Wazungu, and we transferred the name Wazungu to the real Europeans,
from the aliens.
Now,
in the Zulu language, we call a White man Umlungu. Now, the
word Umlungu means exactly the same as Wazungu, “a god or
a creature which creates a big whirlwind underground”.
