A PLEDGE FROM
~CREDO MUTWA~
WHO DAVID ICKE DESCRIBES AS
"THE MOST AMAZING AND KNOWLEDGABLE MAN IT HAS BEEN MY PRIVILEDGE AND HONOUR
TO CALL A FRIEND"


, . Credo Mutwa is a Zulu sanusi, or shaman, who has spent many hours talking
with David Icke in recent weeks in South Africa. They have made two videos
together, The Reptilian Agenda, parts one and two, which provide stunning
confirmation of the themes in The Biggest Secret of a reptilian race from the
stars who have controlled the world for thousands of years. These videos will
be available very soon..watch this space. They are dynamite and will re-write
large swathes of current UFO-extraterrestrial belief.

크레도 무톼는 줄루족의 샤먼(주술사)이다. 무톼는 최근 몇 주동안 남아프리카에서
데이빗 아이크와 여러 시간동안 이야기를 하며 시간을 보냈다. 그들은 함께 두 편의
비디오를 만들었는데, 파충류계의 계략 1,2이다. 이 비디오는 수천년 동안 세상을
통제해온 별들로부터온 어느 파충류 종족의 '최대 비밀'이라는 주제를 확증해주는
놀라운 것이다. 이 비디오는 곧 볼 수 있게 될 것이다. 이 우주를 보라.
이 비디오는 다이나마이트와 같아서 현재 UFO 외계생명체에 관한 믿음 중에서
커다란 부분을 다시 쓸 것이다.

Credo is the official storyteller and keeper of the history of the Zulu
people and he will reveal knowledge on these videos that, up to now, has only
been available to the highest initiates of the African shaman traditions. He
has pledged himself, despite a stream of attempts and threats to his life and
his wife's life, to work with David Icke to expose what is really happening
in the world and who is behind it.

크레도는 줄루족의 이야기 지킴이이며 공식 이야기꾼이다. 그리고 그는 아프리카 샤먼
전통중에서 최고의 입문자들에게만 가능했던 지식을 이번 비디오에서 밝힐 것이다.
그는 스스로 맹세하길, 자신의 생명과 아내의 생명에 대한 위협과 일련의 시도에도 불구하고,
데이빗과 함께 일해서 이 세상에서 무슨 일이 일어나고 있으며 그 배후에 누가 있는지
밝히겠다고 한다.

This is a poem he wrote today committing himself to this end: 그가 쓴 싯구... (생략)
> "When kings are slain, and a pope is sent to hell,
> when on a marble slab..a murdered princess lies,
> a pale sacrifice to the beasts that rule the stars,
>
> When out of the sky a stricken warplane falls,
> trailing behind it long bridal veils of flame,
> as missiles rage and red hot cannon roar...
>
> When the battle tank briefly rules the blood drenched plains,
> an iron tyrant on another's stolen throne...
> and it's long cannon shatters the trembling skies with sound,
>
> When nameless soldiers die friendless and unknown,
> in Africa's valleys or Kosovo's snow-bound plains,
> and whole tribes perish of hunger, disease and war...
>
> When money is built into a jail to hold humankind
> and love has died and compassion is unknown...
> and lies become truth... and truth becomes a lie in a nameless city
>
> When, in streets who have no love,
> numberless children know hunger and abuse...
> In countless homes where brute force rules supreme,
>
> women have become blood-spattered slaves,
> strangers to love, healing and respect,
> strangers to the gentle and comforting word...
>
> Whose guilty shoulders must bear
> the heavy beam of crucifixion, all the ill we see?
> Whose quivering back must bear the barbed scourge?
>
> For all the evil and all the pain we have known
> Weavers of lies, brewers of lies,
> who can strike at people with weapons of the night
>
> against which no armour and no shield can prevail.
> The written word is their poison-coated sword,
> the tinkeling coin their cull and crop of maize...
>
> Murderers of nations, Africa's deadliest foes,
> I curse your footsteps wherever you may go,
> In whichever cave or dungheap you may hide,
>
> I curse you all...may Heaven blast your eyes.
> Tell Jabulon, the demon you call God,
> Nomabhunu's son defies him to his face,
>
> I swear by the stones on my mother's sacred grave,
> that as from this moment, I will fight you to the end.
> Against your kind, against your Masters too,
>
> I will not cease to raise the Sword of Light.
> For all you have done and all you have yet to do,
> I will fight you to the ending of my days....."
>
> Credo Mutwa
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