allstaractivist note: This post details what I believe to be my personal encounter with a human / alien hybrid, more popularly known as Nephilim. The experience encompassed many strange things that I now know to be the characteristics of hybrids. Chief among their attributes is the ability to communicate telepathically and to read minds, they can also see into the spiritual dimension. Those who’ve researched the subject claim that Hybrids are the products of the genetic splicing of human DNA with angelic DNA, a fallen angel breeding program meant to supplant humanity just as was their goal before the flood. I’ve heard estimates that since “alien” abductions began (implementation of the modern day program), almost half the population on earth today are hybrids. They are here just as the Bible says and I think it’s high time that we as Christians take God at his literal Word. The woman I speak of below seemed to somehow just know that I was infatuated with her, she also seemed to communicate with her “companion” telepathically. I hadn’t really thought about it much until listening to the below video featuring LA Marzulli wherein he recounts an experience one of his friends had with one of these creatures (time stamp 58:49). It was uncomfortably similar to my own described below. The area where my encounter occurred was very near the Presideo military base where one of the founders of the Church of Satan held a high rank of command. I now wonder what continues to issue forth from that dubious military base, out into the general population of San Francisco…
The woman was absolutely beautiful, perhaps one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Then again, the reason she may have been so particularly appealing to me was because she so closely fit one of my favorite body types, that being of an athletic, Nordic goddess. I took German in High School and “verliebte sich in die Deutsch Kultur” among other beautiful things that their region has to offer… We watched old BDM film reels too, purely for their historical value of course but nonetheless, they did leave a rather lasting impression upon me. Heh, heh, heh…
“long skulled, very tall, fair skinned, with blond or brown hair and light coloured eyes. The Nordics inhabit the countries around the North and Baltic Seas and include not only the great Scandinavian and Teutonic groups, but also other early peoples who first appear in southern Europe and in Asia as representatives of Aryan language and culture.”
Now, before you think me a perv, I must confess that I am in fact a member of the male species and as such, do become distracted by the female form from time to time . It’s in my genes you see.
Girl watching is certainly not a preoccupation for me like it may be for others but, I must admit that in idle moments of milling, it is rather soothing to peruse the more aesthetically pleasing examples of female perfection nearby (cough, clearing throat…).
My mother lives in another city than I do and used to come to San Francisco for activities now and then. On this day she had come to the California Academy of Sciences in Golden Gate Park and I thought it would be nice to join her. Well, as luck would have it, by the time I got there the line was out the door and down the sidewalk. I never did get to join my mom. Anyway, it was while I was standing in line that I saw one of the most strikingly beautiful women that I have ever seen.
I suppose I developed an appreciation for the athletic body type during my rather short stint of running down at the waterfront near Fort Mason and Crissy Field. So many beautiful people in such great shape run there, it’s very inspiring. The human body is beautiful and especially so when engaged in movement. God is the Master Artist.
So, I’m standing there in the sun in this super long line that I can’t even see the beginning of when all of a sudden something far in the distance pulls my attention, it was a woman and a man jogging up the street. If you’ve ever been to Golden Gate Park then you know that it is a Mecca for serious joggers, you have your choice of hills or flatland, asphalt, grass or dirt. The park also has very wide interior streets that are relatively free of car traffic, a more perfect training ground can not be found (unless you like running on the beach, then it’s Crissy Field).
Funny aside: I was running on the beach one day at the surf line when I spot two tourists directly in my path. Tourists can be so unconscious and are almost as bothersome as the bridge and tunnel crowd, they tend to say and do silly things that irritate the natives. Anywho, these two women are just looking around aimlessly, half in the breaking surf and half out, fully clothed, acting as though they’ve never seen the ocean before. I dunno, maybe they hadn’t ever seen the ocean before. Well, as I get closer I’m sure that they hear me approaching since I’m splashing water with every footfall (wet sand is easier to run on than dry and I’m just a casual jogger). They don’t hear me coming and consequently, get splashed in the face as I run by. One of them lets out an exasperated yelp with a look of shock on her face, the other glares at me angrily. Hey, (I think to myself) if you can’t stand splashing water then get out of the ocean as well as the way of the joggers running in it. Duh? To be fair though, San Francisco is a tremendously rich tapestry of landscapes, I can’t really blame them for being overwhelmed…
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, the man and the woman approaching. This is where it departs from the normal. Oh come on now, with me you know it has to…
I sensed them before I saw them, way, way off in the distance. Almost like precognition. Actually it was precognition come to think of it. Something just compelled me to look in that direction before there was even anything to see and I just could not turn away. It was as though for that moment in time the rest of the world faded away. You know, like you see in the movies? I focused on that distant spot far up the street with tunnel vision just knowing that something was soon to arrive.
I had felt the same compulsion before, two times prior in fact. On both occasions I had been compelled to look at beautiful women who turned out to be possessed by an evil spirit, the same evil spirit in fact, inhabiting two different people. The eyes were the dead giveaway, somehow just a bit too large and piercing. The facial expression suddenly changes too, it’s like blinking and seeing a completely different person then back to normal again. A very unnerving and freaky thing to see, you have absolutely no doubt whatsoever that you are being examined by something that is pure evil. I would later see this same spirit again looking at me through the eyes of my next door neighbor, a former preacher who had fallen deep into heroin and other heavy drugs. The two possessed women (a Catholic Nun and a middle eastern housewife) seemed to have no clue as to what had just happened, nor that I was even watching them. I felt so sorry for them. I’m not sure if my neighbor knew he wasn’t alone in there or not, I suspect not. Sad, very sad only.
Well, as if right on cue, way off in the distance I see them. Stick figures, one wearing all red and the other wearing a white shirt and black shorts, too far away to determine gender. As if framed in silhouette, they were alone just the two, bounding ever so steadily and coming my way. Closer now, I could see that the one wearing red was taller than the other and female, her blond ponytail gently swishing side to side. I looked away with some effort (attempting to appear nonchalant) but just couldn’t for very long. What was so damn compelling about these two? Even closer now, I could make out finer details, the woman was indeed dressed in red athletic gear from head to toe and her companion was wearing sunglasses. Both were Caucasian. Unabashedly gawking now, I began to inventory everything about them and ponder their relationship, not so much him but especially her. WOW, was she hot, hot, HOT!
I started at the bottom and worked my way up. Man, it was quite a ways up too. She was tall, tall and large, certainly taller than him. She had almost golden tan skin, long shapely legs, small waist, medium titties (entschuldigen Sie) and rather weather worn dishwater blond hair. This was most definately a woman who loved the outdoors. When I finally looked at her face I found her to be absolutely beautiful with pale green eyes. Perhaps her light golden complexion was attributable to having some ethnic blood in her mix, even though she was clearly of European descent. It could have been just a great tan.
As they advanced, she almost imperceptibly began to veer away from her companion and ever so slightly head in my direction, like she was intentionally coming to me. Now mind you, this beautiful creature never once looked at me, not one time did she ever put eyes on me, but somehow I could tell that she knew I was there and feasting upon her lovely visage. And let me tell you, I definitely was indeed gorging myself on her beauty, in actual disbelief at what I was seeing. That wasn’t all of it though, there was something else compelling me to look at her too, like I was under some sort of spell or trance or something. Perhaps smitten would be a more apt description, at least a more wholesome one anyway… In this long, long line of people that I was standing among, she seemed to know that I, I was gazing at her, admiring her, appreciating her and wistfully beginning to fantasize. Still yet, there was something else.
Even closer now, she began to slow down, her companion obliviously pulling away unaware. I Panic. “Oh shit, she’s headed straight for me!” My mind immediately floods with varying scenarios. “Does she want me to speak to her?” “How can I, she’s with somebody else?!” “Maybe this guys her brother or just a friend?” “What if he’s her boyfriend and she’s just trying to make him jealous?” “What would the people around me think if she ignores me?” “She’s definitely slowing down right in front of me now, is she just teasing?”, on and on and on. You know what I’m talking about, you’ve had those moments yourself before.
Directly adjacent to me now, she is almost jogging in place. Now mind you, the woman has not looked at me once, but she does have a distinct look on that pretty face. She has the look of confidence, much resembling a smirking frown and a little mean. She knew she had what every man wants. I then see that she has a very delicate but nicely done tattoo running up the length of her right leg, gently wrapping around both her calf and thigh. The design is of a diminutive, solitary vine of Ivy, well placed and extremely sexy (and I don’t like most tattoos). Still, something was just ever so slightly amiss… The determined yet vaguely cruel expression maybe? Kind of gave me the Willies.
Intimidated now and frozen in place, I had the urge to speak but did not. A feeling of uneasiness restrained me even though it was obvious that she was tarrying. Could she have sensed that we were spiritual polar opposites, inspiring an attraction within her too? Was her mandate to further adulterate the bloodline by copulating with pure human males like me? I waffled, decided to actually attempt a greeting when at that exact moment she hopped into the air and performed a somewhat graceful frontal kick, as if kicking away some unseen obstruction in front of her. It was also at that moment when her companion realized himself to be jogging alone, then leisurely trotted back to reunite. Facing her, he shrugged his shoulders as if to say “what gives?” She revealed just the slightest hint of a pout and I was surprised at myself to feel pity. The man instantly smiled, threw back his head knowingly and resumed his position at her side. Jogging in tandem, they then began to slowly accelerate away, gradually disappearing into the park.
This little life drama seemed ordinary enough, I’ve been approached by beautiful women before, but this event had something extra, something different and stayed on my mind. How did the woman know that I was ogling her having never looked at me even once? When her male companion doubled back to retrieve her, they seemed to communicate without speaking and, what was that tattoo of an Ivy vine on her leg all about? Was he actually her escort and bodyguard? The two seemed to display a friendly yet professional detachment.
Perhaps I’ll never really know til Judgement Day come but hearing a similar story of a tall, blonde, female jogger displaying supernatural attributes makes me even more suspicious. There is no such thing as coincidence and I think that I was being given a sample of truth about the reality we actually live in. My advice would be to exercise great care concerning with whom you “hook up” cause there are things out there other than human jogging among us. Beautiful things to be sure, but with a lineage rooted in flames.
As for me, I’m keeping it in my pants no matter how tempting the offer. I don’t wear Asbestos underwear.