Old and busted: The Color Purple
New hotness: The Color Batshit Crazy
Alice Walker, author of The Color Purple and Israel hater, reviews a book of antisemitic conspiracy theorist David Icke, and in so doing, makes clear her belief in Reptilian space beings from the constellation Draco and their shapeshifting hybrid descendants controlling the world (hat tip: EoZ)
Earlier I wrote that David Icke reminded me of Malcolm X. I was thinking especially of Malcolm’s fearlessness. A fearlessness that made him seem cold, actually, though we know he wasn’t really. All that love of us that kept driving him to improve our lot; often into quite the wrong direction, but I need not go into that. What I was remembering was how he called our oppressors “blue eyed devils.” Now who could that have been? Well, we see them here in David Icke’s book as the descendants of the reptilian race that landed on our sweet planet the moment they could get a glimpse of it through the mist that used to cover it (before there was a moon). No kidding. Deep breath! Yes, before there was a moon! (Oh, I love the moon; can I keep it? Please?). Anyway, there they came, these space beings (we’re space beings too, of course, not to forget that). But they looked…. different than us. And they were.
They wanted gold and they wanted slaves to mine it for them. Now gosh, who does this remind us of? I only am asking. You do the work. Apparently their own planet needed this metal to continue its, apparently, long life. Credo Mutwa, Zulu shaman – and I am on my knees here in gratitude that he held on long enough to tell us about this – calls them theChitauri, which has become my favorite word of all time (well, of this time that I’m learning all this): my partner and I go around saying Oh, Chitauri, whenever we get a glimpse of one or two of the Chitauri offspring, aka Illuminati bloodline families and their puppets, on the telly. It’s quite the stress reliever, just knowing what we’re looking at. And I like saying “telly” too, because it sounds so English and David Icke-esque. Truthfully our “telly” is our laptops.
It’s an amazing book, HUMAN RACE GET OFF YOUR KNEES, and reading it was the ultimate reading adventure. I felt it was the first time I was able to observe, and mostly imagine and comprehend, the root of the incredible evil that has engulfed our planet. A lot of it is how shall we say: shocking, beyond belief (but not really, if you don’t get too scared), stunning, profound. The deconstruction of language is breathtaking, the interrogation of symbols startling. Magical, in a way. I kept going: Oh, so that’s why…. You will too.
The Reptilian space beings whose hybrid (part human, part reptile) descendants make our lives hell in Paradise were blue eyed devils to Malcolm X, the devil himself to my Christian parents, who never talked about eye color, which I think was not only prudent but wise, although they seemed clear enough about his sex, and as demons in many other religions, including the non-religion, Buddhism, where the advice is often to invite them in until they go away. But maybe these were other kinds of demons. Not the ones controlling not just you, but everything.
You can hear Walker endorse Icke’s book here (from 42:30)
This is not Walker’s first time complimenting Icke. Here she compares him to Malcolm X.
I have not known of David Icke until recently; I owe the introduction to my partner who encouraged me to share a couple of videos with him. What I admire most about David Icke is the freedom of his mind. It will go anywhere and often does in bringing together bits and pieces (sometimes whole chunks) of our mysterious human (and other) reality on this planet. Do I believe everything? I don’t think it matters. And so I wish to begin the New Year, 2013, honoring his courage, humility (it may look like arrogance but that is only because he is free of caring what others think), persistence, and freedom of thought. He reminds me very much of Malcolm X, and, had Malcolm survived, I would have adored watching a conversation between them. Malcolm too became someone whose love of truth kept leading him in strange, sometimes shocking, directions. I remember how, in the earliest days especially, those of us who could not name or even quite imagine the evil we were swimming in, looked to Malcolm to bring his great liberated intelligence to bear. What a joy it was to have that. As it is to witness the comfortable freedom of thought in which David Icke lives and thrives. Such people are a rare gift to the planet; whatever one might think of whatever appears most weird to us. They are the reason, perhaps the only one, we humans progress. Dragged along at times by our curiosity if not our courage.
It is truly comforting to know that antisemites and Israel haters include people of such unsound mind.