Credo Mutwa

by **DrDebugDU** » Wed Aug 24, 2005 5:34 am

While looking for an interview with David Icke, I suddenly came across Credo Mutwa, a Zulu Shaman. He has really fascinating stories, but I wonder if anybody knows more about him and how reliable he is <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/pimp.gif ALT=":hat"> The most stunning part was his story about eating Gray aliens. <blockquote>Quote:<hr> 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. <a href="http://www.metatech.org/credo_mutwa.html">www.metatech.org/credo_mutwa.html</a> <hr></blockquote>

by **rapt** » Wed Aug 24, 2005 10:37 am

Wow suddenly all this info is gushing from RI portal today. Trouble keeping up.

by **Rigorous Intuition** » Wed Aug 24, 2005 11:56 am

There's fascinating material on Mutwa in Bill Chalker's Hair of the Alien, which was my non-Icke introduction to him, and so the first opportunity to hear what he's saying without being prejudiced by my Icke aversion. Mutwa interprets the phenomenon through living folklore, and I find that very helpful.

by **cortez** » Sat Aug 27, 2005 4:06 am

Interesting article <a href="http://credomutwa.com/content/view/32/2/">credomutwa.com/content/view/32/2/</a> ...Mutwa narrated that he received a call around June 1997 from a woman "with a girl-like voice, very English and educated-sounding". The woman asked to speak to Mutwa, and when he responded in the affirmative she apparently said: "I feel I need your help. There is something I cannot live with." "I deduced that she was in a supermarket because I could hear the shopping trolleys. It was none other than Diana Spencer," continued Mutwa. He said Princess Diana was psychic - hence her perpetual sideways look at people to see their auras. The princess, said Mutwa, wanted to meet him, but this was never to come to pass. "Shortly after that phone call, my wife, Nobela [also a sangoma] went into a trancelike state. She started screaming 'ufile, ufile, umfazi we Kiwa! [Meaning: she is dead, sh e's dead. The white woman is dead!]. Just then there was a knock on our door and a woman told us that Princess Diana was killed in a car accident." But Mutwa does not stop there. He claims that Princess Diana was killed, and that she was pregnant when she died. He further claims that the circumstances around her death and that of King Moshoeshoe II of Lesotho, who died a year before Diana, are exactly the same. The king was reportedly killed in an accident where his car rolled down a slope in the mountain kingdom. "What is strange about the death of King Moshoeshoe is that his bodyguards who were with him in the car came off without a scratch. The king's driver was found dead at the wheel, and the king had an injury at the back of his head that appeared as if it could have been caused by an axe or a heavy object. At the autopsy the driver was found to have been drunk. "A judge later came out with the verdict that there was no evidence whatsoever of foul play. But the king's car was in the police garage where someone tampered with the evidence. The tyre was replaced," he suggested. "We were stunned at the death of the princess," went on Mutwa. He said days later he was asked to meet with Princess Diana's brother, Earl Spencer, at a game lodge in the Eastern Cape. "I could not tell him what his sister told me, but I did my best to comfort," said Mutwa. Still later, said Mutwa, some British newspaper took an "unhealthy interest" in him. "I then got another phone call from the father of Dodi Al Fayed [Princess Diana's lover at the time who also died in the car crash that killed her] who asked that I should go to England to give evidence of the deaths." Another phone call - a "very English phone call" followed, he said. "The voice on the other end of the line said: 'It will not be in your interest to come to England'. I asked: 'Who are you?' but the voice simply said: 'Don't even consider to come to England'." Of the AIDS virus he continues to explain: "AIDS is the ultimate weapon of genocide. It is a weapon of human extermination, and worse than any bomb ever developed. A person touched by the disease is no longer a viable person. We are ruined forever because of this disease."

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