posted on Sep, 14 2010 @ 04:35 PM
I was captured by the resistance in what you could call a ''surgical strike''. In my case, the resistance did not ''defeat'' me but rather
''neutralized'' me. They just took my power away so I could no longer bully the planet into submission. The ''resistance'' in the alternate
USA was intellectually-oriented, less militia-like (as it is in your reality).
In essence, the principle was the same, but the resistance I know is definitely more organized and has more assets at their disposal, but now the new
world order de-population agenda on their Earth is in disarray, for obvious reasons, so there may be no need for any sort of organized
militia/resistance movement at all. This is speculation, of course, as I have no contact with my original reality.
I was taken to Dulce ( see Dulce papers ) where I was transformed into a little girl by force as punishment for wanting to kill billions of people as
part of new world order de-population agenda and sent to an orphanage in a parallel universe - yours.
It happened sixteen years ago, I ended up in an orphanage in your reality (slightly different from mine) and got adopted. My ''family'' is middle
class or even upper-middle class. Educated, you wouldn't think they're into what I'm describing to you (engineers, accountants).
I experienced all levels of socialization American girls do...
I'm an only child.
My ''parents'' decided I'll be called Alice.
I guess I'm what you call a ''Southern Belle.'' I am in a group of five girls (all ''sweet'' sixteen blondes).
The reason I'm a tall blonde (Nordic) is because this is what those you call the Illuminati like best...I guess that's why the resistance turned me
into one, an ironic reversal of roles (no more de-population plans because the head (me) got, well, neutralized, if not neutered).
We represent Texas but also the USA...in various horseback riding competitions and we wow audiences because of our Southern Belle style and
traditional Texan Southern Belle clothes I described to you earlier. It's the ultimate irony, because as a reptilian overlord my task was to destroy
the USA and now I parade around on horseback as a ''cute little girlie'' ...that's how I'm often called by the audience. Kind of embarrassing,
but not much I can do about it.
Just hope I won't have to prance around Central Park...not on Clydesdales, anyway.
I lead the group of girls, always at the front (we usually are in this triangle-like formation), so I'm the one who gets noticed quite a lot. We all
have long blonde hair (end around our breasts), loose, and riding caps too (yellow). Big Texas flags on our heels and dresses. Anyway, the leading
part is probably a remnant of my ''overlordship.''
The breasts are a little exposed from the top, the dress starts where my upper arm begins. I always make sure my feathers and heels are well-placed,
so to speak, stirrup and such. Pom-poms attached to the heels, all has to be prepared for competitions/parades.
When there is time, we practice eight hours every day...so I'm really glad when I can wear blue jeans, I spend most of my time in little dresses and
3-4'' heels.
Sometimes there are problems with heels (or rather with the person wearing them) and it leads to embarrassing moments, as you can imagine.
The other girls are not like me, as in they are not reptilian overlords. They do know about me, however, and they think it's good I've been punished
because billions of lives were saved...but they are supportive because they believe ''girlification'' is punishment enough for me. I don't
believe I'm going to say this, but I understand their logic and it makes sense, as painful as it is for me to admit.
They never mention it to anyone, of course, and the reason they believe me is because of what they saw.
Forgive me for not going into details, but describing what they saw without you actually witnessing it, this would sound like cheap science-fiction.
This is going to sound ''X-file-ish'' but I can spot whether someone is an alien right away. You would be surprised how many aliens come to Earth
to watch you, including the Southern Belles. It's viewed as a strange custom (aliens don't understand why'd anyone need to mount strange creatures
like horses at all, never mind parades and other ''embellishments'') but not without its charm.
You probably are going to be surprised, but aliens like the way genders work in America. In fact, I am not the only one who has been punished by
''girlification.''
One thing I really, really hope is not going to happen is this: reptilians are loyal to their race, yes, but if any overlord out there learned I was
changed like this...no, they wouldn't invade Earth but rather come to this reality and join the ''fun'' with others. I'm sure they'd take great
pleasure in calling me a ''cute little girlie'' along with others..they could also use a device which would shift me from dimension to dimension
with very small differences between them and I wouldn't age, which would mean - unless I got my hands on monoatomic gold - I'd be stuck like
this...for good.
Reptilian logic is war-like: if I got captured, then I deserve this. Not because of what I did but because of the fact I GOT captured.
I hope it makes sense.
This really, really scares me...I really do hope the law of probability is on my side and this Earth isn't going to be visited by one of my
counterparts, but I can't be sure.
PS. Typing this with my pads isn't easy but I'm ''manicured and pedicured'' so no comment here. Pink nails, with red roses on
them...heh...American culture is unique throughout the galaxy and I mean what I say.
Oh, and did I mention my horseshoe-like earrings? Yep, that too...
I'll be going now. We'll have a parade in Missouri soon, and - especially little boys - when they want to be ''funny'', they put up these
banners:
''Texa** , y'all, fixin'!''
....
There are many unanswered questions, you could think, I am considered pretty and intelligent and I was taken to the USA and not Africa. I believe it
stems from the fact reptilians find certain things more humiliating (such as a stable environment where I'm socialized in a certain way)...and also,
they probably wanted me to survive and as you know, in some countries people die right after they're born.
Oh, and dolls. And more dolls...I just, erm, dislike this part of American culture, but somehow managed to deal with it.