Experience with reptilians
This is mainly my reaction to a thread someone had started, inquiring as to
why people believe in the reptilian race. I can say that I believe through
personal experience. This is the first time I am talking about this publicly, so
here it goes.
I have been kind of creeping on the forums and just reading what people have to
say, but the question has sparked me to make a post of my own. I completely
understand how hard it is to comprehend how people can “get into” all of this
reptilian stuff. I have no doubts that for many, they have simply hopped on a
band wagon and believed it because someone else said it or wrote it. However,
what has prompted me to post this is the fact that my story is rather different.
I first began having contact, for lack of a better word, with a reptilian entity
about 4 to 5 years ago well before I ever knew about David Icke, conspiracy
theorists, etc. When it comes to conspiracies and activism, I’ve only been
following for the last 9 months or so. I have had years of mental and physical
abuse from said entity for a hell of a lot longer than I’ve ever read about a
reptilian.
It all started right before I graduated high school. And I know what you are
thinking at that. “Ohhh no. Here is some deranged girl looking for attention.”
It would be a far cry from it since this is the first time I am speaking
publicly about this. I have discussed it with only two people in these years,
both of which have removed themselves from my life upon digesting what I had to
say. I can say that before I had contact with these reptilians I pretty much had
everything going for me. I was young and talented. I was a cheerleader, aspiring
actress and singer, and had been accepted to a high standing university to
pursue Musical Theatrical Arts. The contact has in all honestly utterly
destroyed the person I was set out to be.
Well anyway, in the few months before I graduated high school, I began to pick
up on strange things happening around me. I would see tall black shadows out of
the corner of my eye, feel something brush up against me while no one was
around. At one point I had someone yell my name from behind me while I was home
completely alone. I became very unsettled of course. I was raised as a Roman
Catholic so the first thing that came to my undereducated, teenage mind was that
I was being haunted or whatever. Unsettled as I was, I was oddly curious as to
what was happening rather than terrified. So I told no one and pretended to be
the same, blonde happy-going girl I was, while on the other side I began digging
and trying to find answers.
I exhausted myself trying to figure out what was going on. But I still didn’t
take any of it seriously. The first time I did was when I was stuck and thrown
into the ground, seemingly from thin air. This event even happened in front of
other witnesses. For “nothing” being there, I sure felt like I had been hit by a
brick wall and had the bruises and soreness for the next two weeks to prove it.
Those that saw it happen let it pass from their minds, but it’s a little harder
to forget when you are on the receiving end. The night that that happened was
also the first night I saw my attacker, although no one else around me did. It
was abnormally tall, hooded, with ice cold, merciless eyes. No matter how I’ve
tried, I can’t get those eyes out of my head.
Of course since I was a good little church girl my mind jumped to “holy shit I’m
dealing with a demon.” My assumptions were only reaffirmed when the entity
appeared to me again and I asked for its name (which of course was demonic). I
tried to figure out ways to get rid of this thing, which made a habit of playing
mind games with me and triggering nightterrors. For the next half a year I
thought I was being haunted until one night I was “showed” a much different
vision.
The dreams first would center around terrorist attacks, nuclear disasters,
plague, planes falling from the sky. Those went on for a few months. All of them
were location based on the college campus I was living in and the details made
them horrifically real. They were unordinaraly vivid. You aren't supposed to be
able to taste things, smell things, or feel pain in dreams but I did. (This
portion is a bit long, but the fact that I can recall so much detail after 4
years is testament to how outrageously vivid it was.)
Things came to a grinding halt one day. This dream took the cake. In the dream I
was in my dorm with my roommate and best friend when we heard yelling outside.
When we looked out of the window we saw what looked like very large military men
in armor shooting people down and rounding up others. We freaked the fuck out
like any rational person would and started to run down the many flights of
stairs to try and get out of the building before the gunman made it that way.
Right as we were about to get to the front glass doors, they were busted down.
We threw ourselves behind the front check-in desk and tried to stay quiet. We
heard the gunman walking on the broken glass and metal frames. We also heard
them talking, in a very not-human sort of language. When we thought the coast
was clear, we bolted for the closest set of stairs and just started running up
them. We made it to the top floor but I could hear the gunmen behind us. In a
desperate attempt to save my friend, I opened the closest door to us and threw
her in and shut the door after her. Once one of the giant gunman came around the
corner, I yelled at him to draw attention to myself and away from my friend and
started running.
I ran through a few halls before making it to another set of stairs and I
started running down those. I rounded another corner to make a bolt for the door
when I was grabbed from behind and put in a sleeper hold by one of the gunmen. I
was dragged outside kicking and screaming and thrown on the ground. I can still
remember the burning feeling in my lungs from running so hard and the way the
glass on the ground cut my arms when I fell. There were four or five of them
around me and they were talking to eachother in a language that I don't know. It
was very gutral and deep. It was then I also got a good look at them and had my
first glimpse at reptilian forms. They were humanoid in build but much much
bigger, reptilian like, dark green and covered in thick battle armor along with
massive amounts of weaponry. A thinner one stepped forward with a nasty looking
needle and said something to the others. He made a move to grab me but as he
moved I caught a glimpse to the dorms I had just been in and saw one other
gunman dragging my friend out by the arm. I screamed at her to run and she knew
what I meant. She ripped out of his hold and I dashed off of the ground and
around the gunmen around me and ran like all hell.
We ran across the small field there was that separated our dorms from the
student parking and ran for my car. We jumped in, I think I hit close to 3 cars
peeling out of the parking lot and down the street. Just when we thought we were
in the clear, one of the gunmen came from the woods off to the side of the road.
All he did was stand in front of my car so I sped up. I hit him but he didn't
move and the impact only sent my car ass over end and rolling down the street. I
proceeded to black out.
When I woke I was being carried over someone’s shoulder. I could see the campus
around me in ruins and burning to the ground. I started struggling and was
thrown on the ground. My hands were bound together so the impact sucked. I was
then roughly kicked in the stomach and told that if I was good enough to
struggle then I was good enough to walk. The gunman that had been carrying me
ripped me off of the ground and shoved me in the general direction he had been
walking in. My blood ran cold at the sight of what looked like a jagged
castle-like structure protruding up from under the ground in what used to be the
middle of campus. The thing was massive and had ripped the two surrounding
buildings to pieces. I stopped but was shoved forward again and then proceeded
to be dragged by my bound hands. There were several others around me being
manhandled the same way I was and we were all forced into the giant
castle-fortress-thing. When we were inside we were all lined up in what looked
like a command center. There were 7 of us total. One of the gunmen that had been
dragging us around made his way up to a throne and started conversing with what
I assumed was the leader. I was so overwhelmed that I passed out again.
It was after that that I woke up in a cold sweat. It took me a while to figure
out that I was in my dorm room and none of that had actually happened. When the
entity that had showed me that appeared again, I asked what the hell it was all
about. That was when I saw my first bout of shapeshifting. The entity morphed
from a humanoid form to, its true reptilian form. The only thing that stayed the
same were the cold, ruthless eyes. Its reptilian form was that of the "leader" I
had seen in the dream. It didn’t say anything. Seeing was enough. I don’t think
I’ve ever cried that hard.
I spent the rest of my freshman year in college constantly looking over my
shoulder and waiting for the apocalypse to begin. I was terrified so much that
after that year was over, I refused to go back to that college, transferred out,
and moved thousands of miles to the other coast. Like I stated before, only two
people know this story and they are the only ones who know the real reason why I
moved. I think I told most people that I just wanted an adventure or something.
The real reason is I was so fucking terrified that I woke up every day thinking
the world was going to end.
Things were going pretty well here for a while but the dreams started happening
again only they are adapted to my current surroundings. Then the entity made a
reappearance and the abuse started all over again. I used to write it off as me
just being completely fucking crazy. I was a logical person. I believed in math
and science. I am intelligent. Just none of it made any sense to me so I thought
that something was wrong with me. I've had catscans for a concision once that
came up clear, so I know I'm not suffering from delusions from a tumor, brain
damage, etc. I’d thought about committing myself to a mental institution. I’d
even contemplated suicide on occasion. I didn’t know how to cope with the fact
that I could have had it all, the American dream, and it was shattered in just a
couple years. Trust me, when you go from aspiring cheerleading college student
to seeing an invisible race of lizards, it’s not an easy transition.
Only recently I stumbled upon the Human Race: Get Off Your Knees book by David
Icke. I thought it would be funny to read. What I ended up finding were hundreds
of things I couldn't write off as coincidence. Things I have experienced, felt,
and witnessed were spelt out almost word for fucking word and I don't know how
to handle it. I don't understand how something I have never researched or told
anyone is in some 50 year old guy's book. My mind has been reeling at the fact
that something I thought was wrong with me has happened and is happening to
other people.
I don't know where to go from here. It’s overwhelming and terrifying and I'm
getting to the breaking point where I feel like I can't continue pretending to
be normal. I could go on and on for hours about the instances of abuse and
attacks I’ve gone through but I won’t put anyone through that. I’ve tried for
days on end to figure out “why me?” and I can’t come up with anything. I don’t
know why I’m being targeted. I mean if anything, I would have continued to be a
drone in society if all of this hadn’t happened to me. So if the terrorizing was
supposed to keep me docile it’s done quite the opposite.
So I can answer the question now: I believe in reptilians because I have seen
them and been terrorized by them for almost 5 years, which is 4 years and 3
months longer than I’ve ever read anything about reptilians. You probably think
me crazy regardless. But I do hope that by me coming out and saying this, others
will come forward as well.
Thank you all,
-Songbird