"Now something peculiar squirmed at the horizon; she started at it, wondering at its magnitude. Surely it was too immense to be a human construct. The atmosphere was alive with something real; the stars had become dull, partially extinguished in that region and the thing, whatever it was, now began to assume a nearly-luminous shape. The shape was that of a master lizard and she realized at once what she was witnessing; this was a schizophrenic projection, part of the primordial world experienced by the advanced psychotic, and evidently a familiar entity here on Alpha III M2 -- except why was she seeing it?" -- "Clans of the Alphane Moon," by Philip K. Dick

This whole reptile mythology was obviously invented by fascists for purposes of promoting their "Aryan, Aryan, Aryan" cannibal agenda.  Anyone who falls into the trap of believing this shit, is blind to the sneaky story-telling strategies of the Illuminati.  Who do you think the reptiles are but the fascists?  This story is nothing but their "Genesis,"  a cover for fascism.  Are we going to believe stories told by mother-fucking fascist liars?

Arizona Wilder wrote:

"What it is actually all about is keeping the blue-eyed blonde, or light red-haired people, the bloodlines, pure. Because it is more powerful. And what is in that blood for these reptilians is more powerful, and they need that. And when you start mixing it with people who were indigenous to this earth, then it is not as powerful. It has nothing to do with a person’s skin color or nationality, it has to do with keeping the bloodline pure for their use." 

Oh, it has nothing to do with skin color or nationality, just with keeping blonde haired, blue-eyed people blonde-haired and blue-eyed?  Nice try, but no banana!  And she said it so affirmatively like she didn't believe a word of it. 

Here you see their primary mind-control technique staring you in the face, Janus's two-headed face.  Presented simultaneously with two opposites, you get caught in the middle, and don't know which direction to take.  You are effectively neutralized at this point, unable to act.  It's a technique that says, "Go ahead, think it's ridiculous, but it's still true."  They don't mind giving you your skepticism as long as they get to determine what's true.  It's punishment/reward.  Stunned by the "truth of racism," rhetoric and rewarded with skepticism, the sword that cuts you down will follow shortly.  The reason you are so vulnerable is your mind has just been fucked with.  It's a hard technique to see, because the messages are stacked on top of each other, and there's a reward involved.

You have to admit, this is a clever little Orwellian incarnation on plain old-fashioned racism, except they've always been doing this.  Claiming to be gods. 

David Icke is either a dupe or a liar.  And who knows what Arizona Wilder is.  An enabler at the very least.  It is her unscientific, magical testimony that provides "proof" that reptiles are real.  She really saw people shape-shift into reptiles.  Yeah, and pigs can fly.  "Tactics, comrades, tactics!"  At worst, she's a shill for the torture and murder industry. 

 Arizona Wilder wrote:

"And it’s like heroin, or like endorphins, and it’s much stronger. But what they need for it to be secreted in the blood is terrorization of their victims before they are killed for their blood. Or if a young woman is beginning to menstruate, they need the menstrual blood. And they have to terrorize them to get this amount secreted in the blood."  

This is nothing but an appeal to psycho addicts and mass murderers to go out and kill and drink blood.  All you heroin addicts out there -- "THERE IS SOMETHING SO MUCH BETTER THAN HEROIN!  TRY THE BLOOD OF A TERRORIZED VICTIM INSTEAD."  Perhaps Sir Laurence Gardener or Zecharia Sitchin pull her strings.  Yeah, those two men are SO POWERFUL!  Or the Egyptian copper necklace industry.  Or the heroin industry.  Or all of the above.  And since they're conning you, don't vote either.  Every politician in America is Illuminati. 

In the midst of all these shape-shifting reptiles from another planet -- the so-called "Biggest Secret" (don't forget to buy the book!) -- the real story of child abuse, satanism, misogyny, and murder is made to look ludicrous by connection.  Yeah, and space aliens are real.  They abduct people and experiment on them. 

I wanted to believe Arizona Wilder, I really did.  And I wanted to love David, even though my first thought for many years was to think he was a whacko, purposefully making the Illuminati seem unbelievable.  A disinformation specialist.  Despite that, I was halfway on a plane to devote my life to him after I saw him in action on video.  But I wasn't fooled for long.  The racism tipped me off.  Can't you just imagine all those smug white people thinking, "The reptiles prefer our blood to any other!"  Self-sacrifice always looms large in Illuminati philosophy.  And fulfills their ultimate vampire fantasy:  the victim WANTS to be eaten.  That's what's called "compassionate cannibalism." Or perhaps they'd call it "surreal."  In any case, it's highly artistic. Let's have Wagner write an opera for it!  Or Pindar can compose an epic poem.

I hate fascists. 

This reptile shit is just too horrifyingly familiar to me, having been a Tibetan Buddhist for many years, because Tibetan Buddhists are fascists, too.  In exactly the same way, they invented their dragon stories to promote their cannibal-demon view of the universe.  Sure, they play out their evil fantasies, and people suffer, but it's not true that they are who they say they are.  They are just stupid fucks!

As we gain more facility in identifying their game, they get smarter and smarter in adopting personas that seem more authentic.  It's hard to detect a really good liar, one informed by all the torture of "mind control."  The key is to recognize their core belief:  nihilism, the solution to which is identity (another word for "reality" ).

-- Tara Carreon, American Buddha Librarian 

"Unknown to me at the time, I had taken a quantum leap in the direction of the Octopus when I contacted Ted Gunderson.     ... He had been Senior Special Agent in Charge (SAC) at Los Angeles FBI headquarters from 1977 to 1979 when he retired from the FBI and went to work as chief investigator for F. Lee Bailey, Esq. Prior to that, from 1960 to 1965, Gunderson was Special Agent Supervisor at FBI headquarters in Washington, D.C. Interestingly, amongst a prestigious list of positions nationwide, he was also SAC from 1973 to 1977 in Dallas, Texas (where he became friends with Clint Murchison, Jr., according to his live-in partner, J.M. J.M. stated in phone interviews that she and Gunderson attended parties with Murchison in Dallas, and Gunderson phoned him often from their Manhattan Beach home). ... If in fact, F .I.D.C.O. was a vehicle of The Octopus, then the tentacles of its Board of Directors lead straight to the head. Clint Murchison, Jr. of Dallas, Texas was the son of Clint Murchison, Sr. who, according to Dick Russell, author of the book, "The Man Who Knew Too Much," (pp. 521523) was cut from the same political cloth as H.L. Hunt."  -- Carol Marshall, "The Last Circle"

"The French Constitution says, There shall be no titles; and, of consequence, all that class of equivocal generation which in some countries is called "aristocracy" and in others "nobility," is done away, and the peer is exalted into the MAN.

Titles are but nicknames, and every nickname is a title. The thing is perfectly harmless in itself, but it marks a sort of foppery in the human character, which degrades it. It reduces man into the diminutive of man in things which are great, and the counterfeit of women in things which are little. It talks about its fine blue ribbon like a girl, and shows its new garter like a child. A certain writer, of some antiquity, says: "When I was a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things."

It is, properly, from the elevated mind of France that the folly of titles has fallen. It has outgrown the baby clothes of Count and Duke, and breeched itself in manhood. France has not leveled, it has exalted. It has put down the dwarf, to set up the man. The punyism of a senseless word like Duke, Count or Earl has ceased to please. Even those who possessed them have disowned the gibberish, and as they outgrew the rickets, have despised the rattle. The genuine mind of man, thirsting for its native home, society, condemns the gewgaws that separate him from it. Titles are like circles drawn by the magician's wand, to contract the sphere of man's felicity. He lives immured within the Bastille of a word, and surveys at a distance the envied life of man.

Is it, then, any wonder that titles should fall in France? Is it not a greater wonder that they should be kept up anywhere? What are they? What is their worth, and "what is their amount?" When we think or speak of a Judge or a General, we associate with it the ideas of office and character; we think of gravity in one and bravery in the other; but when we use the word merely as a title, no ideas associate with it. Through all the vocabulary of Adam there is not such an animal as a Duke or a Count; neither can we connect any certain ideas with the words. Whether they mean strength or weakness, wisdom or folly, a child or a man, or the rider or the horse, is all equivocal. What respect then can be paid to that which describes nothing, and which means nothing? Imagination has given figure and character to centaurs, satyrs, and down to all the fairy tribe; but titles baffle even the powers of fancy, and are a chimerical nondescript.

But this is not all. If a whole country is disposed to hold them in contempt, all their value is gone, and none will own them. It is common opinion only that makes them anything, or nothing, or worse than nothing. There is no occasion to take titles away, for they take themselves away when society concurs to ridicule them. This species of imaginary consequence has visibly declined in every part of Europe, and it hastens to its exit as the world of reason continues to rise. There was a time when the lowest class of what are called nobility was more thought of than the highest is now, and when a man in armour riding throughout Christendom in quest of adventures was more stared at than a modern Duke. The world has seen this folly fall, and it has fallen by being laughed at, and the farce of titles will follow its fate. The patriots of France have discovered in good time that rank and dignity in society must take a new ground. The old one has fallen through. It must now take the substantial ground of character, instead of the chimerical ground of titles; and they have brought their titles to the altar, and made of them a burnt-offering to Reason.

If no mischief had annexed itself to the folly of titles they would not have been worth a serious and formal destruction, such as the National Assembly have decreed them; and this makes it necessary to enquire farther into the nature and character of aristocracy.

That, then, which is called aristocracy in some countries and nobility in others arose out of the governments founded upon conquest. It was originally a military order for the purpose of supporting military government (for such were all governments founded in conquest); and to keep up a succession of this order for the purpose for which it was established, all the younger branches of those families were disinherited and the law of primogenitureship set up.

The nature and character of aristocracy shows itself to us in this law. It is the law against every other law of nature, and Nature herself calls for its destruction. Establish family justice, and aristocracy falls. By the aristocratical law of primogenitureship, in a family of six children five are exposed. Aristocracy has never more than one child. The rest are begotten to be devoured. They are thrown to the cannibal for prey, and the natural parent prepares the unnatural repast.

As everything which is out of nature in man affects, more or less, the interest of society, so does this. All the children which the aristocracy disowns (which are all except the eldest) are, in general, cast like orphans on a parish, to be provided for by the public, but at a greater charge. Unnecessary offices and places in governments and courts are created at the expense of the public to maintain them.

With what kind of parental reflections can the father or mother contemplate their younger offspring? By nature they are children, and by marriage they are heirs; but by aristocracy they are bastards and orphans. They are the flesh and blood of their parents in the one line, and nothing akin to them in the other. To restore, therefore, parents to their children, and children to their parents --  relations to each other, and man to society -- and to exterminate the monster aristocracy, root and branch --  the French Constitution has destroyed the law of Primogenitureship.  Here then lies the monster; and Mr. Burke [Mr. Icke], if he pleases, may write its epitaph."

-- Thomas Paine, "The Rights of Man"

I have to say, I really disagree with David's sneaky trick of bringing all creatures into Reptiles.  That is sooo Babylon. THE ONE AND ONLY GREAT GOD REPTILE!  Dragons and reptiles are only slightly related.  Dragons don't get huge like dinosaurs.  They are more the size of an elephant.  Dinosaurs and reptiles aren't the same either.  They both have really big teeth, but reptiles crawl on their bellies, whereas dinosaurs have legs. Legs aren't nothing!  Dragons stand upright in rest.  They're VERY elegant.  Reptiles are NOT elegant, and neither are dinosaurs.  And forget about the snakes!  They are soooo uninteresting.  Going behind, behind, behind all this dinosaur-reptile-dragon front, you find Mr. Snake.  He's the instigator.  Hey, that's a pun! -- (Insta-Gator).  Because he's so ugly and uninteresting, he adopts the form of other beings.  Mr. Snake is NOT Mr. Dragon.  Dragons are obviously an archetype.  They have TONS more magic than a snake.

We need to put a stop to this careless-calculated turning all creatures into Satan, and blurring boundaries.  The Illuminati want to turn all magical things, all deities, every creature that lives into the One Great Satan.  We can't allow that.  Things are what they are and nothing else.  Individuality exists.  The Iraqis are NOT Saddam Hussein.  Nihilism is an illusion.  The world depends upon diversity. 

Dragons are special.  Leave them alone.  They don't consort with reptiles, snakes or dinosaurs.  They're way too good for that!  And they're not ugly and ferocious like those statues on the streets in London. They're powerful, and wise.  They're a kind of beautiful doppelganger, because they also have a human existence.

Tara Carreon -- American Buddha Librarian

"The problem is that genealogies aren't two-dimensional, so any attempt to put them on paper is more or less doomed from the start. They aren't three-dimensional, either, or you could make a structure. They have hundreds of dimensions." -- Mark Humphrys, "The Royal We"