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Al dat gelul hier over hoe aliens zouden zijn... men bekijkt die feiten niet die aantonen dat ze hier al zijn.

Wat betreft de types aliens, volgens verschillende getuigen zijn er dus ook verschillende rassen, met een verschillende affiniteit en empathie voor mensen. De meer spiritueel ontwikkelde rassen uit hogere dimensies eren alle leven.

Sommige rassen (volgens getuigen sommige groepen greys, die ventjes met hun grote zwarte ogen), hebben minder empathie voor menselijk leed, en zouden ons als proefkonijnen durven gebruiken, met een onverschilligheid die wij bijvoorbeeld voor proef-ratten hebben.

Ziehier een abduction account van Credo Mutwa, een zulu shaman. Deze abductions worden gerapporteerd door alle types mensen van alle culturen. Hij spreekt over over twee types wat greys genoemd worden en hun anatomie die hij kon observeren.

Hier het filmpje:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyqsIKWgbP4


en hier de tekst uit het interview over hun anatomie:

Credo Mutwa: 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.

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http://www.whale.to/b/mutwa.html