Is Man, the Humanoid Homo Sapien, really an alien entity with a highly developed, intelligent, reptilian brain that had developed a successful ‘masking’ ability to fool itself into looking far more attractive and dexterous than in it’s reptilian form? Did they develop the necessary ‘frequency’ necessary to diffract the light particles that our eye receptors receive and fool our brains into seeing what isn’t really there? … David Icke has been ridiculed for years for claiming this is the case. But is He RIGHT? Has He been right all along? Like almost everything else He’s predicted and come into being in this crazy upside-down world we now live in? Are We slowly being able to adjust our perception of our presumed reality in this world at last? With top level Politicians now admitting Aliens have indeed visited and do inhabit our earth. Will the cloaking frequency be discovered, and our Reality be exposed! Could We literally FRIGHTEN Ourselves to DEATH!??
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Is man, this wandering mind of bone and breath,
A masked enigma dressed in borrowed flesh?
A Homo sapien crowned in fragile skin,
Yet something older coils and waits within?
Beneath the skull’s ‘cathedral vaulted dome’
Does some primeval serpent call it home?
A reptile brain with emerald, ancient gaze,
That learned to hide through evolutionary maze?
Did it refine a subtle, secret art,
To bend the light and play a human part?
A cloaking hum, a vibratory key,
That edits what our eager eyes can see?
Do photons bough to some enchanted tune,
And dance to alien rhythms of the moon?
Do optic nerves receive a false report,
While truth stands laughing just beyond the court?
For years a voice cried out against the tide—
David Icke, scorned, yet standing wise-eyed.
He spoke of scales concealed by tailored lies,
Of shapeshifting beneath our suited ties.
They mocked his words as fantasies unbound,
Cast shadows of derision all around.
Yet in this fractured, upside-down parade,
Strange revelations daily are displayed.
When halls of power cautiously confess
That visitors from distant stars press
Against the veil of what we thought was known,
And hint we do not rule this world alone—
When U.S. Defense files softly state
That ‘unknown craft’ defy our grasp of fate,
And whispers ripple through the global press
Of hidden truths too vast to suppress—
Do we re-calibrate our inner sight?
Adjust perception’s aperture to light?
Peel back the spectrum’s narrow, fragile seam,
And question all we once called solid, ‘real’ and ‘seen’ ?
If frequency itself’s the master code,
The lock and key of life’s perceived abode,
What happens when the masking signal slips,
And scales replace the softness of our lips?
If mirrors crack and show a different face,
An ancient predator in our embrace,
Would terror freeze the marrow in our breath—
Could knowing! – frighten humankind to death?
Or would we rise, awakened by the shock,
And break illusion’s age-encrusted lock?
Perhaps the monster feared in myth and scroll
Is but the undiscovered human soul.
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