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She checked the camera each time before using it to make sure that the light, aperture and other settings were appropriate for inside nighttime shots. Pictures taken before and after these — without me as the subject — were fine. However, to the best of my knowledge, I attest to the veracity of these statements. If you have any questions for me, please post them on the MarsForce egroup at. Stephanie Relfe - Drawing of the Chitauri on the wall - part 6 - http: Credo Mutwa stated that the Chitiauri royalty have horns on the side of theiri heads that stick out like some antelopes do, and they have three eyes.

I was born in Zululand on the 21st July according to my father. When my father met my mother, he had just lost his wife and a number of children in a terrible influenza epidemic, which had spread through Southern Africa, killing thousands of people in the years and Thus my father was a widower with three surviving children.

When my parents met it was in the year , and my father was a builder and a Christian, and my mother was a young Zulu girl who practiced the ancient religion of the Zulu people. I am told that my parents were deeply in love with each other and wanted to get married, but the white missionaries forbade my father from marrying my mother until she became a Christian.

I would rather die than see a Christ worshipping Christian within the stockade of my village. Caught between Catholic missionaries on one hand, and a stubborn old Zulu warrior on the other, my mother and father had no choice but to separate. Although my father already suspected that my mother was pregnant. A great scandal broke out in my grandfather's village when my mother's pregnancy was discovered. My grandfather chased my mother out of his homestead and she was taken by one of her aunts to her own village and there she gave birth to me, an illegitimate child, a child of shame.

In those days there was no greater shame among the Zulus than for a girl to give birth out of wedlock. A great stigma was attached to this thing. After a time however, my grandfather allowed my mother -whom he loved dearly to return, back to his village and he insisted that she was not to see my father again.

It so happened that when I was about a year old, a younger brother of my father, who had heard about my birth come up from the Natal South Coast to my mothers village and asked my grandfathers permission to take me away, permission that my grandfather angrily granted. I will seize him and kill him very slowly indeed.

And it was while growing up that it was discovered that I was something of a visionary and a prophet. A talent, which together with an artistic inclination, to draw and to sculpt, the woman who now brought me up, my fathers new wife, did her uttermost to suppress.

I did not attend school until I was well within my 14th year of life. And because my family now kept on travelling, as a result of my fathers building profession, which took him from town to town, we became a family of travellers, who never stayed long in one place. In , my father found a job, a major building job, in the Transvaal and he brought us all from Natal to join him where he was building. I attended school on and off in different schools, and then, in I went through great shock and trauma, when I was seized and sodomized by a gang of mineworkers outside a mine compound.

This caused me to be ill for a long time. And although I was taken to white doctors, I could find no help until my fathers brother, the same one who had taken me away from my maternal grandfather decided to take me back to my mothers village in the hope that I would find help there. My grandfather, a man whom my father despised as a heathen and a demon worshipper helped me and brought me back to health, where Christian doctors had failed.

I, still a Christian and a confessing catholic, had not believed at all that my grandfather would be able to help me. And I was greatly surprised when he did, and I began to wonder were not the missionaries wrong when they called people such as my grandfather ungodly heathens. If my grandfather had been a stupid heathen savage, as white missionaries loved to call people like him, how is it that he had been able to help me?

It was here that I began to question many things that I never questioned before. Where our ancestors really the savages that quiet missionaries would have us believe they were? Were we Africans really a race of primitives who possessed no knowledge at all before the white man came to Africa? These and many, many other questions began to haunt my mind. And then one day when he was sure that I was fully returned to health, my grandfather told me that the illness that had been troubling me for so long, had actually been a sacred illness which required that I had to become a shaman, a healer.

And when the old man said this to me, I readily agreed to undergo initiation at the hands of one of my grandfather's daughters, a young sangoma named Myrna. When they heard that I had become a sangoma, both my father and my stepmother, told my maternal uncle that I was never to set foot in their home again.

And so I found myself on my own, a youth without a home, without family and so I began travelling. First I went to Swaziland and then the land of the Basotho , and I developed a wanderlust that was to be with me until today. I was not travelling for enjoyment, however I was travelling for knowledge, in search of clarity of mind and in search of the truth about my people. Sometimes I would find jobs for a few months and then move on.

Sometimes I found myself travelling with missionaries, the very people in whom I no longer believed. Sometimes I found myself travelling with miners, returning home from the Johannesburg gold mines. I came into contact with men and women of countries that I had not known about before.

I learned things that I had not known about before. I experienced things, which only those that walk the path of the healer in Africa experience. I found myself amongst amazing and strange people. I found myself amongst men and women, possessing knowledge that was already ancient when the man Jesus Christ was born. I heard stories from the lips of storytellers that went back to the remotest of the remote times. Stories that very few had ever heard before.

As the years past, I became filled with a fanatical obsession; I realized how rapidly Africa was changing. I realized to my shock and sorrow that the culture of my people, a culture that I had thought immortal, was actually dying. Very, very soon the Africa that I knew would become a forgotten thing. A thing of the past and I decided to try and preserve somehow, what I could of my people's culture.

How was I to do that? Friends advised me to write books. One friend advised me to build living museums in which I would preserve the dying culture of my people, and I struggled very hard to bring these things about. I wrote books, and I tried to borrow money from banks and organizations supposedly established to help black people who wanted to establish businesses. Again and again, I was disappointed until, after long years of struggle.

In I succeeded in obtaining permission and funds to build the first living museum, for the preservation of my people's knowledge, religion and culture, in the centre of Soweto. Many black people misunderstood the purpose of my having built this living museum. But I did not see myself as a politician, I saw myself as a healer, whose duty it was to preserve the greatness of his people, regardless of which government happened to be in power in South Africa.

I saw myself as a healer whose purpose it was to create job opportunities for my starving people in Soweto, regardless of whether we were ruled by the apartheid regime or the A. I believed firmly that knowledge was about politics and that a race that did not know its true greatness, will never obtain full freedom. And I was saddened by the fact that out people were making huge sacrifices, fighting for freedom when they did not know their full greatness.

I said to my now late wife, Cecilia, and myself that if our people gain freedom under these circumstances, that freedom would be an illusion and a fraud. Years of careful investigation had taught me the European powers that had colonized Africa had done more than just beat our people into submission with artillery and rifles. They had done more than simply sown confusion amongst our people by introducing many conflicting versions of the Christian religion amongst the people.

They had deliberately so brain washed our people, that Africans had lost all self-knowledge, self-love, self-respect, self-pride and self-dependency. If you rob a people of all these things you turn them into a race of robots, forever dependent upon you. And even if you stood up and walked away from these people, and said tot them that you were giving them back their freedom, they would stand up and follow you wherever you are going for their minds were still your slaves even though their bodies were now free of your chains.

I believed then as I believe now, that the African has never really gained freedom and independence. Which is why our people have not been able to achieve what nations such as India and the tiger Nations of South East Asia, which were once also colonized by the white people as we were, have today achieved. For example today India is a nuclear power feared and respected by all nations on earth. India is admired for its great culture and its ancient religious philosophies as well as its other philosophies.

While Africa is a downtrodden casualty of history forever dependent like a whipped slave upon her former oppressors. This breaks my heart as a black man, I who, over many years of travelling through my motherland, have discovered that there was a time when we, the black people now held in contempt by many races were once masters of the world.

When we, now derided as a nation of savages incapable of ruling itself were once the tutors of the early world, I feel great bitterness, when I see how far we have been made to fall. We whose sons and daughters once walked tall in the Americas, not as slaves but rather as civilizes and rulers. I wept when I found out that we were once the founders of some of the world's oldest civilizations.

We were there in Sumeria, we were there in India, we founded great kingdoms in Cambodia, and the first man to be saluted as emperor of China was one of us, a son of Africa, a black man. Buddha was a black man from Africa, his earliest statues confirm this. Krishna was a black warrior.

The goddess Kali , is depicted as an African woman. Even the bible states that Nimrod was a great man in the eyes of the Lord and he was the father of Cush, who founded the great Cushite nation. I weep even now when I see Africans slaughter each other in the streets of South Africa, now supposedly a free nation.

I weep even now when my people hunger and suffer in the veld in South Africa. I weep even now when Euro centric education is being fed to our children.

Fed in order to make them Afrofobes, creatures that hate and despise their motherland, which look down in contempt upon their own people, because this is what all European educated black people do. They despise Africa and all she stands for. And they are in contempt of the culture of her people. They are still even now doing the colonialists dirty work for them, because if you want to destroy the culture of a nation, you must brainwash the youth of that nation and make them do your dirty work for you.

There is not a single university in Africa, even now which teaches our people the truth about themselves. There is not a single school in South Africa even now which teaches our people about what it means to be an African.

Our children who will stone a Sangoma to death, who will burn an Inyanga to death with a petrol soaked car tire even now, do not know, and were never taught that Africans were once kings of the Americas. They were founders of the amazing Olmec Civilization , whose breath taking relics craved in eternal stone still amaze visitors in museums to this day. Our children who would gladly spit at the face of a sangoma, who hate the traditional dress of their people, would gladly put on a highland kilt, not knowing that amongst the founders of the Scottish nation were black men and woman and that the surnames of some of these Scotsmen, confirm this.

Sholto-Douglas, what does this word mean? What does this Surname mean? It means Behold the black man. Black knights once fought for the kings of Scotland, and the Danish people who are fraudulently represented in the history books as blond and pink skinned Nordics, had large numbers of black men in their ranks. When Alfred slaughtered the Danes, in England so many years ago, amongst the warriors that he slew were dark skinned men, whose ancestors had come to Denmark from Africa thousands of years before.

All these truths are hidden from our children. Our political leaders, fail to create United Nations in Africa. Our political leaders live on a razors edge in Africa everywhere. They sit on shaky thrones from which they can get kicked off by any armed thug carrying the rank of colonel or general. Because you can never build a viable nation on the cesspit of self-ignorance and self-despite.

I have seen many African leaders at first sight, I have spoken to some of these men and all of them have one thing in common, they are simply white men in black skins.

And this is why they fail again and again to create a peaceful, progressing and prosperous Africa. They are still slaves of their long departed colonial masters. Look at what is happening in South Africa now. Look at the confusion and the crime, the disunity and the epidemic political killings. What do all these things tell you? That our people lack self-pride and self-knowledge and therefore can never be politically united ever.

I have suffered in the cause of my battle against shadows. When you are fighting against ignorance you suffer just as much as you if you were on a battlefield under gun fire. I have lost people I love; I have lost a woman I love years ago in to the guns of the white man. To the guns of the oppressive regime In was falsely accused of being a supporter of.

I lost a son, my first-born son, Innocent, to the knives of black activists, murdering people under the banner of the mass democratic movement. I came close to losing another son to the spears of the Inkatha freedom party, God have mercy upon us! I have been cheated by whites who took advantage of my ignorance and stupidity and who robbed me of millions of rands of money I made out of my books.

Even as I am talking to you now there is a white woman, who deceived me into signing away everything that I wrote, everything that I painted, and everything that I sculpted. I have suffered, and am still suffering. Even now there are white men that have set my own children, my sons against me.

A born again Christian preacher of lies brain washed my daughters mind and stole her away from me, saying, you must not talk to your father , he is a devil worshipper. I am not seeking anybodies sympathy when I am telling you this; I just want you all to know who and what Credo Mutwa is. I am one of the scums of this earth, a creature dejected and ridiculed by university professors. Professors who later came sneaking into my home seeking the very information that they ridiculed me for revealing.

I am a black man who has every reason to be bitter and angry. But somehow I cannot get myself to be angry. You cannot be angry at the ignorant. You cannot but pity the self-destructive. Many years ago I was fortunate enough to find a woman who loved me, a woman who became my wife and the mother of my seven children. This woman was a strong and godly woman whose quietness, hid a person of steel, this woman gave up drinking, gave up dependence on alcohol out of the love of her children, and of love of fool and the cretin that she married.

Today I stand alone, a man rejected by the world. A widower who lost his wife a few months ago under extremely sinister circumstances. My wife went to hospital supposedly suffering from cancer of the uterus, while I was away, and x-rays showed a strange metal device inside her womb.

Nobody knows what this device was. I did not take that warning seriously, and my wife died within two weeks after I had received it. I have every reason to be angry with the froth that is called western civilization. I have every reason to be angry with the various foreign religions that enslave our peoples minds and blinker their vision. I have every reason to be angry with education systems that rob our people of their true worth, of the truth about themselves. This is my friends is Credo Mutwa.

I am a sculptor, who has created large sculptures in various parts of South Africa. I am a painter who has painted pictures that were afterwards stolen from him, by exploiters. I am the writer of books, whose books fill the pockets of others with money, and not his own. That is Credo Mutwa. I have used the knowledge that I acquired over many years of investigation and travel, I have used that knowledge to create job opportunities for my starving people.

The villages that I built in Soweto, and which were destroyed by misguided youths. The villages that I built in Mafekeng, and the village and the statues that I built in the Eastern Cape, placed bread in the hands of my starving fellow South Africans.

I made jobs where there are none. I made livings for my people where there had been none. I believe that a truly democratic country, is a country that uses the spiritual talents and the heritage of its people to feed the hungry and clothe the naked. But what has been my reward? I have been scorned; demonise lied about by conspirators, who delight in setting black against black, by gullible blacks that swallow any garbage white newspapers feed them.

If you speak about the international conspires, that is the government behind many countries governments, people laugh at you for a fourteen carrot lunatic, but there is such a thing and it is ruining my people even now. The Aids epidemic which will soon wipe out great tribes, such as the Zulus, my people, is no accident, neither is the flood of drugs that is sweeping over this once beautiful country.

The soaring crime wave is no accident. The epidemic of political killings which are almost a daily occurrence in some parts of South Africa is no accident either. All these things are planned by someone and carried out by someone on behalf of that someone.

They tell us that the high incidence of rape in South Africa is a macho thing. It is deliberate, it is planned, and most of the woman that is raped in South Africa is raped for black magical purposes.

Children who disappear; where do they disappear to? In South Africa today, criminals have got more rights than law-abiding citizens.

A criminal will kill your father, in the morning, be arrested in the afternoon and be released on bail on the following morning to come back and kill you who helped the police to put him behind bars. Today in South Africa, as in Prohibition era, America, the distinction between the police and the criminals is getting dimmer and dimmer by the day. And all this is no accident. He is world acclaimed author, artist, poet and sculptor.

And he has won numerous awards for his work on nature conversation in South Africa. Join Credo Mutwa online discussion Group Biography Africa My People Biography Mysteries of Africa Biography The Origins of the Gods Biography Mysterious Africa the History of the Cross Biography Children of Mars Biography More info on Credo Mutwa Biography Hope for South Africa Zulu Shaman: Though this theme is prevalent within the oral and written traditions of several cultures, the use of this word to describe this phenomenon is common in the work of Zulu elder Vusamazulu Credo Mutwa.

The recent proliferation of this word into popular usage can be attributed to B. Sun and Nota, citizens of the Divided Kingdom Republic, primarily through their expansion of the word's use to encompass all facets of what they see as the synthetic non-reality of day-to-day 21st Century life. They allege that modern man, by succumbing to his 'Chitauri' instincts, is now trapped in a spiraling cycle of 're-creation,' in which he disassembles, and attempts to improve, a world he is not responsible for creating in the first place.

Hence, by this thinking, 'modern life', particularly Western Civilization, including all its knowledge, routine, and even vocabulary, can be seen as 'Chitauri,' that is, a ball of nonsensical but elaborately constructed confusion.

As a result the world is imbalanced in favour of the reptoid nature, while the population is being conditioned to believe and accept that this state of affairs is the only possibility.

The Chitauri are a proposed race of intelligent, supernatural, or highly developed reptile-like humanoids in mythology, popular fiction, pseudoscientific theories and in the writings of New Age conspiracists. They appear in some conspiracy theories, most notably those of Riley Martin, John Rhodes, David Icke, and in science fiction. Reptoids, a conjoined word defining Reptilian-Humanoid beings, is the most popular name used to describe these cryptid beings, although some authors also refer to them as dinosauroids, lizardfolk or lizardmen.

Other names include Draconians, Saurians and Sauroids. They are often described as being green or gold color. Similar to the other cryptids, no one has produced proof of the existence of reptilian humanoids. Much of the US is honeycombed with naturally occurring caves and caves systems, sinkholes and abandoned mines - especially in the West - so it's not all that far-fetched when you think about it.

Presented for your perusal is the whole mess, for your own conclusions. Underground Bases by Wm. Early reports speak of humans and human-dwarfs inhabiting the caverns of the region, although in the 20th century reports of reptilian and grey type aliens have increased.

Between the large entrance and an underground lake far back in the cave is a trail that winds through an area of rubble or "breakdown". The trail is intersected by a crack in the earth [between the entrance and the lake] that, if followed into the breakdown, widens enough to enter.

This chasm is reportedly an entrance to the endless networks of the alien underworld. Charles Marcoux - - George Wight - D. Claims linked to the base include: X" claimed that at least one-third of this "Illuminati" are shape-shifting reptiloids posing as human via laser-hologram devices attached to their belts.

Cathy O'Brien claims that the Jesuit Lodge has been completely infiltrated by physical reptilian infiltrators, 5th dimensional reptilian parasites using human host bodies, implanted clones, etc. He had penetrated seven layers of limestone, clay, red soil and sandstone when, at feet, the but struck something soft and quickly dropped to feet.

Jenson lowered the pump and brought to the surface a bucket of what he believed to be flesh, bone, hide and hairs. The matter had not putrefied even after several days in the open air.

Langsford, Territory Director of Health in Darwin, stated that the material he studied under microscope was hair and tissue, possibly human [or Sasquatch? Natives avoid the mountain, as well as birds and other animals. Also known by the aborigine's as "Kalcajagga", two young men intent on solving earlier disappearances vanished, as well as 2 black trackers who tried to find them.

The first "recorded" disappearance was that of a carrier named Grayner who disappeared along with his horse and bullocks. Then a gold prospector named Renn vanished and could not be found by police teams who combed the area for weeks.

Harry Owens, a station owner from Oakley Creek, disappeared at the mountain while searching for stray cattle, as did his parter George Hawkins who went to search for him after alerting police. Two police trackers entered the caves but only one came out, and he was so shaken by an experience that terrified him so much that he could give no clear account of what happened.

One man armed with a revolver and electric torch penetrated the caves, one of which descended and narrowed, and deep within he encountered bats and a sickly, musty stench, then his torch went out. He crawled for 5 hours through stench-filled caverns, encountering deep precipices and black chambers, until he saw a distant light which he climbed towards, until he reached the surface. UFO's have been seen entering and emerging from the ground, and one explorer escaped to tell of a terrifying encounter with a 30 foot saurian-like "lizard" within one of the cavern systems of the area.

Their automobile was left locked outside the cave. In new parts of the cave were discovered, connecting two cave systems and making the Lamprechtsofe at the time the deepest [official] cave on Earth! At one end of the cavern is a subterranean lake. After several HOURS of rowing a small boat by artificial light, he related, the cave narrowed and gave way to a trail barred by an enormous gate of wrought iron. The grille, he said, bore all the characteristics of 17th century Spanish ironwork. He was eager to see what lay beyond but he had to return to Sorata without solving the mystery.

Did the early Spanish explorers of this cavern go through all the trouble to forge the gate in order to keep someone out, or did they do it to keep some 'thing' in?

I just read one of your articles referring to underground bases and tunnels. I have lived in the 29 Palms area between and I again live here. I came back in I have spent many nights at Giant Rock, I have been under the rock. I have studied and slept in the integratron.

More interesting though, approx. I went to investigate and this is what I found - a narrow cut out in a ridgeline that lead to a large steel door, of course it was locked.

I went to the top of the mountain and found a vertical shaft with fresh air blowing out!? I found another shaft at approx a 40 degree angle leading below the surface, I climbed down the shaft and stopped approx. On the other side was a concrete floor, a small room lined on both sides with large computers and a table with coffe cups sitting on it!? The concrete floor of the room sinmply dropped off into a vertical shaft, I estimate it to be the same shaft that I found above.

The interesting thing was the fresh clean air being pumped out!? I have been back to the sight a number of times over the years, the shafts are closed-in now, but the door remains!? Her child Danny was so surprised that he began to cry.

Having heard a similar noise several months earlier beneath her living room, Wanda was curious and put her ear to the bedroom floor and clearly heard "the roar of machinery".

She took a hammer and began to pound the bedroom [basement? She could hear a series of noises and knocks and then she faintly heard MEN talking to each other, but the voices were too muffled to understand. In later months she would again hear the machinery when placing her ear to the floor, but never again the men's voices. Reports of several tunnels below the Camp Irwin area, one of which is an abandoned mine at the bottom of which is an "earth crack" which leads to a tunnel that connects with a massive underground river about a quarter of a mile wide, one of at least five subterranean rivers which rise and fall with the tides, suggesting the source of origin being a large underground sea below the dry basins of Utah and Nevada.

NW of Needles, California. These underground rivers are said to empty into the Pacific or Gulf of California via large aqua caves near the base of the continental slopes. Deep Springs, according to an agent who was part of a secret CIA paramilitary force called "Yellow Fruit" or "YF" based at the Nevada Test Site [where they are working with "blond" humanoid aliens in an effort to fight the Greys at deep springs], is the basing area of a large nest of grey aliens and communist - homosexual human collaborators who are using the "National Resources Defense Council" as a front for their agency, and who are involved in an electromagnetic war with the "benevolent ones" who have made allies within the Nevada Test Site, who serve as advisors to intelligence agencies that are turning against the greys as a result of betrayals of joint-operation treaties.

However there are still intelligence agencies under alien control working at the Nevada Test Site and especially within the deeper underground levels [the benevolent ones and their allies essentially having gained the "upper ground"], however the whole scenario is a mess and "out of control", largely because of the military-industrial "machine" itself which has become so compartmentalized and secretive [even to the exclusion of Congressional oversight] that the true patriots don't have the freedom or backup to do much damage against their underground nemesis, mainly because of the limitations imposed upon them by fraternal oaths, mental programming, and military security clearances.

Men In Black, by the way, have also been seen at Deep Springs. Also several "stand-offs" allegedly exist throughout the world, the Deep Springs - Nevada Test Site stand-off being possibly the largest and most critical. Gravity anomaly maps also suggest the existence of massive caverns beneath the area. Agent "YF" cited the following coordinates as locations of Deep Springs extension facilities, in most cases near the bases of mountains near which portals to the underground installations exist: He found [or was shown] a cave or tunnel in the side of a hill near a natural rock arch and a peak which looks like it has "a black railroad car on top of it.

He also heard of another man who reportedly found the cave and told others about it, but who was killed shortly thereafter. During one encounter she was taken to a joint alien-military facility deep beneath the China Lake Naval Weapons Test Center via magnetic a elevator to a huge facility where she observed numerous humans and animals in cages who had been bio-genetically altered.

Newkirk, northern California's "Clear Lake has many underground caverns [leading under Mt. Shasta in Northern California mysterious lights seen from mid-mountain on many evenings. Contactee Maurice Doreal may add something new to all of this, with his claim that he was invited -- by two "blond men" who attended one of his lectures -- into an ancient neo-Mayan city under Mt.

Shasta, California called Telos [interesting enough, "Telos" is also a Greek word meaning "uttermost" or "purpose"]. During later contacts Doreal was shown some ancient 'holographic' libraries beneath the Himalayas, and holographic records of a technically-advanced race of tall, blond and blue-eyed humans who ruled a vast empire where the Gobi desert now lies.

These 'Nordics' were at war with a race of reptilian or neo-saurian humanoids -- velociraptor type humanoids, possibly the result of ancient genetic engineering gone out of control? The 'Nordics' literally drove the reptilian humanoids off the face of the earth, the reptiloids taking refuge in vast underground cavern systems [possibly akin to "Snakeworld", "Patala" or "Nagaloka" with it's reptilian capital "Bhoga-vita" -- which is according to Hindu tradition part of a seven leveled subterranean realm stretching from Benares India to Lake Manosarowar Tibet, and inhabited by deadly reptilian humanoids called the 'Nagas'].

There they developed a hive-like society in order to advanced their occult-technology. The unusual thing however according to Doreal was that many of the reptilians could, chameleon-like, masquerade as humans and they used this ability to infiltrate human society and commit acts of sabotage.

Many of these were detected and executed, and the ancients used an unusual method to root them out. If a suspected reptilian infiltrator was cornered and could not bring itself to pronouncing the words, they were taken and if proven to be reptilian they were dealt with accordingly.

This area is a known reptilian nest, only a very aggressive one that is waiting for the return of the original Dracos which has now occurred. All those who were sent were captured, and probably eaten! Unless it and any of the other plus underground US bases already operating, is being used to house large numbers of aliens why was it built and what activities take place there? Yes, this base contains enough concrete to build a six lane highway from Denver to Chicago. It is currently used as a staging area to other Western bases.

It connects to the inner Earth and Reptilian nests. Do these plasma balls have a relationship or working with bigfoot in anyway That is the Marfa area of West Texas.

This area sits on top of a Reptilian nest. It seems like there would have to be a number of openings into the inner earth needing blocking for the troops to still be bombing caves after "victory" and the announcement that Osama is now probably in Pakistan.

Just today on the national news there was a story that a 40 acre underground Al Quaida compound was destroyed. What is the likelihood that the strategies for "winning" this war against terrorism includes killing of as many Reptilian "terrorist" outposts by the ruling Hybrids as it includes the destruction of out-gunned Arab "militia" peasants? Where are the questions by the press wanting answers as to why there is an obsession with bombing caves when the war is now "over" in Afghanistan?

All is for show. Osama is long gone from the area and is probably in Africa. Iraq should be next. If you knew what was going on underneath Montana and Wyoming, you would not be so enamored of it. What areas of the US are the least appealing to Reptilian nesting?

Areas of least reptilian activity are the upper Midwest, coastal middle Atlantic, and most of Alaska. His response was "no place is any better or worse. In the US, stay away from larger cities if you can". I could be mistaken. As well as a painting mural on the side of a floral shop depicting a "happy" reptile, dressed in a business suit picking up daisies.

I never saw anything like that in Silicon Valley. The larger cities will have a dominant military presence and stricter enforcements for the population. Therefore, it will be more difficult to live in them.

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When I read that David had passed I was surprised and upset because he provided some wonderful memories for me over the years. He was a great guy and I hadn't thought about him for a very long time. I offer my condolenses to his family and close friends. Harvey was a good friend of mine growing up in Nordeck.

We were in the same class from kindergarten through junior high school when they split us all up. Hung out in the schoolyard of and the sitting areas on our block. Played lots of paddleball. He was a quiet guy. We met at the centennial in He was very thin. I had heard he was ill but in remission.

It was great seeing him and the gang again. Sally, I will always remember the twinkle in your eyes, the smile on your face, and the willingness to always be there when needed. We shall meet again someday, old friend. You left us much too soon, and you are greatly missed.

I cherish the memories. I think about you every day. I can still hear your laugh and see your smile. You were a wonderful brother; so loving, so kind, so protective. You are always in my heart, now and forever. I know that they are there together, joking with each other!

When I first met her in Jr. But when she died in April of she was robbed of two months of summer, her prom and graduation. But my memories of Erica will never fade away. Erika was one of the nicest people that I knew. A few weeks before she passed away she asked me to tutor her in math. I gave her my number and told her to call me so we could get together sometime. We never got to have our math session because she died three days before the date we set.

All I want to say is she was very strong and had the gentleness of an angel After hearing what happened to her I cried like a baby!!! Even though she wasn't one of my best friends, she made a big impact on my life Larry and I met in the 6th grade and became friends. Through the years our lives took different paths, but each time we would run into each other there would always be warmth and caring.

Very often on February 18th I remember that it would have been his birthday and feel sadness for a life snuffed out too early. A life that at one time was full of potential. Good-bye Larry, I will never forget you, my friend. He died a few days after he went to Viet Nam. I named my third child for him. I hope he is resting in piece and that his family is doing well. Agnes was not only deeply loved by her family but was respected by the friends of her children.

She was voted the best Mom on the block. She was a talented landscaper, interior designer, cook, and parent. To this day, I try to emulate her devotion to her family and her kindness to others.

Barry you were a good friend and I will always remember the good times and laughs we had. Too bad you left so soon. I just wanted to say thank you for being such a good friend to myself and my family for all these many years. You will be deeply missed and remembered by your many friends and family that you bought so much laughter and joy to.

When I heard that John had taken his own life, I was truly shocked. The John I knew was way too vain to destroy himself. The John I knew would let me come to his band rehearsals and watch and learn how a first class rock guitarist would take care of business. I was quite lucky to have such a seasoned pro in my home town! I was always asking questions about how do you do this, and how did you do that.

He would always give me answers and teach me what I wanted to know. Then of course he would ask for a ride to some girl's house. I never met a guy that girls went so crazy over. He truly had it all. He let me come with him to Green St. Recording Studio in the city to watch him record some smokin original songs. Of course when they where done I had to give him a ride to some girl's house.

He was so confident, talented and a great businessman, that people just wanted to be around him. I also lived in the "rock-house" with John; he would always give me encouragement.

I was blown away at the opportunity to live in the same house with him. I'll never forget, when I went on tour with "The Gary Toms Empire," the day before I left, he told me "this is it man, you are on your way. And it probably should have been! John was the one we all were sure was going to make it and as time went on I guess that took a toll on him. Life is tough and does give a beating! But we have to stay strong and persevere. At John's memorial service it was so great to see all my old friends.

John's passing brought us together one more time! I just want you guys and girls to know, I love you. John will always be in our hearts forever!!!! The first time I ever held a microphone was at a band practice at John's parents house in I was auditioning for the lead singer postion.

I faked my way through Hey Joe, but when we hit the refrain in Purple Haze I completely blew the line John gently allowed me to back to playing football and basketball and ended my dream of being a rock star. He was indeed a great musician, and I remember that he was just one handsome guy - the girls loved him. I remember sitting in on some rehearsals with him and Louie Echavarria in 10th or 11th grade.

He was a real charmer. Although I recall that John had some difficulties during this time, I had always hoped that given enough time, things would work out for him in the end. As many of you know, John and I were bandmates for years. John, Louie Echavarria and I made some great music together. Louie and I had great passion but it was always John who got us up if we were down. Before a gig, John was so pumped up that if we weren't allowed on stage you'd think John was going to explode.

And he was a friend. Before I could strangle him he says" no problem I will fix it and make it better" Well he did! As I listen to Van Halen live I realize with great sadness that John Morales was and still is the greatest rocker who ever lived!! We had some wild times together. I played drums behind him for a short time; too short. I always thought we would play together again. Where did you go John???? I'm going to fly!

Such was his absolute confidence in himself. He and I and GC were so close then Life was so clean and simple back then. That smile, that laugh. We fought over Carol Rosenberg one day at But were always buddies. God, he was such a happy kid I was shocked to hear about his death, and who else played Hendrix like Hendrix in the 70s.. I'm so sorry to hear he is gone.

I could go on, but all I hear is a screaming guitar. Before I start I am truly sad today. I have been looking for John for years. What a way to find him! We double dated the girls from the store. I played drums behind John and knew Louie E and had the pleasure to hear "P. I had an office building studio in Rockville Center soundproofed with egg cartons. We had fun, we played great and now I realize we can only have memories.

It was my quest to play with John again. John was the Jeff Beck, Beck should have been. Louie E, please contact me. Steve Sunshine 61jag comcast. Shock isn't the word for the feeling when I heard that Rhea had passed away.

She was always a great friend although we hadn't seen each other for many years. I had the pleasure of introducing her to her husband, Howie, who went to CW Post with me and was my fraternity brother. I also had the pleasure of being the best man at their wedding. We lost contact after that and years later I received an invitation to her son's bar mitzvah, I called and asked when she and Howie had "adopted" a year-old son.

The time had passed that quickly. It was because of Rhea and her dear friend Carol Kahn that I became a journalist and spent my life in a field I have always loved. It was Rhea's joy in writing and journalism that passed to me. We also shared a love of politics and spent many campaigns working at the Rockaway regular Democratic Club.

Those who have inspired are never truly gone. One of our classmates is not with us anymore. I received an e-mail from a friend of hers while on a trip to Seattle. I spoke to her mother a few days before the funeral. Tragically, Michelle battled with drug addiction for many years before her untimely death. Michelle was a true child of Rockaway. Of you, who hardly knew me Hardly spoke to me at all But now I long to tell you Wait a minute Wait a minute!

Slow down You lived too fast Grew up too fast Sometimes you moved too slow For me to see how fast. And now the shock of life's collision with its end Arrests me like a too stiff whiskey on a paltry winter's night You were meant to live forever You were meant to shine forever We were meant to be forever Young.

That, oh restless wind, you're bound to be Confined to life's first memories You cannot stray afar from the womb town The eternal county of my dreams Where death alone encounters death. Keith and I were friends before and during high school. He taught me how to play chess.

We lost touch when he went away to school. I was shocked when he killed himself. Waste of a life. Maxine was more than just a special person; after marrying my cousin Ronnie, she became my cousin! We shared a very special relationship which spanned over 26 years. Until her death we spoke long distance several times a week every week. I miss her and the sound of her voice very much. How can you describe one of your best friends in high school? Maxine and I were so close that when she had her "nose job" I went with her to Dr.

Silver's office for a consultation. One lady in the waiting room pointed to me and told her teenage daughter that when MY swelling went down I would have a very nice nose. Needless to say at that very moment I too wanted a nose job to fix my "swelling. Max and I had many adventures together, like the time we climbed out her living room window after we told her parents we were going to bed and walked down Central Avenue to look for boys, or the time we cut school and went to Linda Silverman's house where we sat on chaises, used sun visors and put on baby oil with iodine and sat out on Linda's deck all day, ending up with burns all over our faces.

Actually, my best memory is getting bus sick on Maxine on a Brownie troop bus ride. Her mother just kept yelling at me that I ruined Maxine's coat, but she and I just kept laughing the whole time.

So many years have passed since then; my life has surely taken many turns but the memory of a dear friend will always be with me and I shall tell my grandchildren about all their nana's escapades in a very wonderful place called Far Rockaway and especially about the dear friends I miss.

I met Franny Haas he preferred Frank at 12 or 13; he was a year older and seemed even older than that. I don't know how he was tagged with the name he didn't like. He was quiet, but daring. Smoking and petty larceny were part of his mystique. From the Schulken's house at the dead end, five blocks or so to Larry Sirica's at the the east end that boardering upon the strange land of Inwood and Nassau County. We were guilty of the ususal passionate teenage troubles and had moments of breathless soladirity.

But, as way leads on to way, we faded from each other lives. When meeting an acquaintance from the old neighborhood I would ask what was known about whomever. And, so, I learned some time ago that Franny had died. My acquaintance knew no details. Some people you just miss and Franny is one of them. I met John Sexton in , when my parents rented the first floor apartment in the two family house his parents owned and lived in on B.

Even though he was 7 years older, he treated me like his brother. I remember the wild rides in his Triumph as well as his always calling his sister Pat "Pit. Whatever he experienced there changed him forever. After my parents bought their own house and moved the family out, I lost touch with my "older brother.

I will cherish those memories forever. Rest In Peace, John; your torment is over. I will never forget you. It taught me not to wait years before you decide to look up an old friend and neighbor.

It's too late for me, unfortunately. I walked with Alan on the beach the day before he died. He talked about his bright future I often think of his kindness and sensitivity-he was wise beyond his years. It seemed that all of Rockaway turned out for his funeral.

He was a well loved guy in his too short life. I always will love and be grateful to her. Unfortunately, I never got the last chance to tell her that. So, Im sharing this with you. He was furious with me. We were about 16 or 17 years old. I had been to the city, but never that far up. I had to ask for directions, and he did not want to ask anyone.

We tried to get the bus that passes thru the park but somehow we missed it. So we walked across the park and he was fuming. I can still see his face. But I got him to the Metroplitan. I do not remember how we got home. He spoke to me even though I got him lost. He was that way, very good natured. If it had been me, I would have not forgiven him so quickly, but that was the way Gus was. We also had EMT, Art and English classes and we just bumped into each other over the years in different classes.

I also remember walking home. He would turn left toward his house and I would continue straight to mine. He wrote the following in my yearbook: I will miss never having that chat I had envisioned in my mind for so long. You are remembered with great love, Gus. May you rest in peace, dear Gus. His brother Manuel would like people to remember his older brother this way, "Through all the obstacles he had to overcome throughout his life there was always one constant Gus was always Gus.

Sadly, Jean and Anthony succumbed to cancer within 14 months of each other during the mids. Not a day goes by where I don't think about both of them. I miss their friendship, their kindness, and their love. John's, passing away there 85 years later, always hoping Rockaway would return to its glory days. We worked not to far from each other in downtown Manhattan and we met for lunch every week until the tragedy that happened on Sept 11, Ronnie died at the age of 34, way too young for someone with so much love to give.

Her son was only 7. Allan's sisters Cynthia and Deborah and his father Gerald miss him deeply and welcome words from FRHS alumni who remember him and would like to share his memory with us. Sincerely, Cynthia Shapiro Yaakovi yaakovi netvision. You were a wonderful big brother and uncle. I remember when you were a teenager you loved to hang out at Rockaway beach with your friends. We were all fortunate to have had you in our lives. We miss you and your fabulous smile and laugh.

Richard and I grew up together in Far Rockaway. We lived in houses down by Jamaica Bay. I remember his big collie, Prince, his brother David and his parents. The last time I saw. Richard was when I returned from college in Minnesota for a visit and Richard and I decided to go to Green Acres Shopping Center, we were walking in the parking lot, on our way to the movies when suddenly I stopped and looked at Richard and said "Richard, what are you doing in Minnesota?

Now they call this New York. Soon after this trip we lost touch. At our th Year Reunion. I was shocked to find out that Richard had died. But no one had any idea of his life or details of his passing. Myrna-Sue would be delighted to hear from Larry's former students and fellow teachers. She can be reached at ms2son aol. I remember many great days running through the halls with Janis, hanging out together at parties and sneaking out of school together.

Always running around the projects, having lunch in her apartmemt with her mom and constantly taking that Green Line Bus to meet up with her.

Miss you Janis, but know that we'll meet again. He was the most sweestest boy I ever was friends with. He never gave me attitude or even got mad. He always had a smile on his face.

I miss him a lot and if I could, I would bring him back. I will always remeber him and his beautiful smile. My heart goes out to his family, and I hope they can see that his warm smile touched everyone and he will be missed and loved forever on in time. I wish I could tell him how I felt about him back then, now its too late. I liked this boy and I never got the chance to tell him, and now he's gone. I hope that some day I can see him in heaven and tell him then.

Frank White was a very intelligent boy and still is. The one thing that I loved about Frank White was that he was smart. He had the cutest smile. I feel that what ever happened to him was very wrong. It wasn't meant for him nor Delano.

But now I understand someone called for him and told him he had to come in a hurry. Now he's gone up above us, where he belongs, where it's safe. Frank White will always be here with me no matter what happens. I love you, Frank White, and always will. I think of her often, although more than thirty years have passed. I know Lorraine is in a better place and at peace. I will always miss her! Ira was a friend of mine since I met him when I was in Kindergarten in He made me laugh then and continued to make laugh till his passing in Ira was a true and caring person who kept in touch with everyone.

Ira, everybody that knew you misses you. Rest in peace my friend. Mom lived on Rose Street. There have been so many times that I thought everyone in the world had some family from Rose Street because I have been asked if I knew where it was.

I have many pictures of there too. I will be scanning them so if anyone doesn't have them I will be glad to share them with you or your families. Please let me know. Take care and call your kids every day. I miss those calls dearly. I too am a FRHS graduate and had many of the same teachers. Susan Amelkin Lipton itsmenc netscape. Their mother was a favorite of the school. Her name was Tillie Chakin. A lot of the teachers and students remember her as Mama.

She owned the candy store by the train station at 25th Street. If you were sitting at a table not ordering any food, or were supposed to be in school, she would grab you by the ear and throw you out of the store. I asked my Uncle Bob about Mr. Tietze, because when I went to school his name was like God. I knew my mother had him, and so did my Uncle.

He was a strict and fair teacher, and when you weren't paying attention a piece of chalk was thrown to get your attention. Jan Fuchs janfuchs juno. For some reason, I decided to skim the memorial pages, and to my shock, the name Phyllis Linderman, once again, popped off the page. Through teary eyes, I stared at the letters forming her name.

Was her life happy and fulfilled? What I do know, is that after years of thinking about her and searching, I finally found her and I will miss her, that I also know.

I had heard rumors of Jimmy's passing but was unable to substantiate them until now. I laid blame on Ilene for introducing me to such dangerous people and things and she laid blame on Jimmy. Jimmy and I were friends from the time I was 11 or 12 through the time we both moved to South Florida in the early s. Despite his penchant for the "unsavory," LOL, who didn't have one? My family loved him, too.

I hope he found joy in Spirit. We miss you so much. It's hard to live these days without seeing your lovely smile. You were an angel on earth as well as is heaven. You had work to do down here and you still have work to do in heaven. I have known you for the past 8 years, and within those 8 years we have become real good friends. Now that you are gone I believe things are going to be so different. I really can't believe that you are gone. I am really glad to say that I had a good, nice, caring friend like you.

Now that you are gone I have so much to say to you, but now I can't say them! I want to be mad because you are gone but I can't because God say that he was coming back one day to get us and March 1 of was your day to go home and be with the Father. You will truly be missed! Most of all I want to thank God for allowing you to be able to be a great friend to me for the past 8 years! Delano and my brother Tony used to always play along with his brothers Daniel, Corey, Steven,and Jonathan.

My little sister Brittany and I use to hang out with them as well and go to the bay to pick up little crabs. Delano used to call my sister, "Brittany Houson" and laughed because of the way he said it. One day all of us ran around the area putting crabs inside of our neighbors mail boxes and we laughed like crazy; it was so hilarious.

I had a dream that someone I knew passed away but did not have a clue who it was. I was scrambling through phone numbers and I had thought of Delano. Then my brother, whom he grew up with, came into the room and told me that Delano was shot. I was hurt because Delano was like a little brother to me and I loved him dearly. I thought that I was bugging when I heard God say that he is in "Glory. The annointing of God was very heavy upon him that he hit the whole 10 for the Lord Jesus Christ and he went home.

Delano was a very good friend of mine. I knew him for about a year and a half. He had a cute smile and always was proud and kept his head up. I really started to fall in love with him. I was going to ask him out soon but I took too long. I bet if I dated him this would have never happened. I am very sorry he had to leave. Now I feel very good cause I know Delano is in a very safe and loving place. The Lord was calling him and telling him it was time to come home.

Delano is home now, safe and sound. I just want you to know, Delano, you will never be forgotten. You will always be in my heart. You will always be in our hearts: All of us truly love and miss you.

Remember as these days go by, you will always be here with us always. I would like to wish Delano Samuel rest in peace. He was a good friend. I first met him when I was in PS He was always fresh and cool. Delano, it's me again, Twuana. I am writing because I can not believe you are gone, it has been two years and the hurt is still in my heart and will never leave because I love you as a brother. You are truly missed by a lot of people whom you brought joy to. I am waiting for Tony to come with me so that I can have someone there with me in case I cry.

I really miss you, and if I was there, I would have pushed you away from the bullet that pierced your heart. You had a sweet heart that will last for an eternity, now you have a new body and I hope and pray that I will see you in Eternal glory along with Selena, Left-Eye,Martin Luther King, and hopefully, Aaliyah. Your everlasting smile will always stay in the photo album of my heart. You'll always be in our hearts and we miss you dearly.

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