Dear General Atiku,
You will be aware, General, that when the curtain closed on the infuriatingly short life of Princess Diana on August 31, 1997, it was in the context of a car accident. As she drew her last breath, the princess must have mentally sighed, “Well, it was certain to end like this wasn’t it?”
I intuit as such, General, because ten months before she died, Diana had been secretly tipped as to how her demise might unfold. In October 1996, exactly ten months after her divorce from Princes Charles was finalised, she wrote a note to her butler Paul Burrell in which she expressed anxiety that Charles was plotting her death. “This particular phase in my life is the most dangerous,” she despaired in the note. “My husband is planning an accident in my car – brake failure and serious head injury.” Even earlier, in 1995, the princess had in a soul-baring note to her solicitor, Lord Mishcon, expressed the same fears: she forecast that she would die in a planned road crash in 1996. Lord Mishcon passed the note to Lord Paul Condon, the Metropolitan Police Commissioner, who sadly but deliberately sat on it.
Charles wanted her dead, the princess went on in the Paul Burrell note, “in order to make the path clear for him to marry Tiggy.” Tiggy Legge-Bourke was Charles’ royal nanny, curiously hired only a month after he and Diana separated in December 1992. She was employed under the pretext of looking after the young princes William and Harry, then 10 and 8 years respectively, but Diana was aware it was all a smokescreen. She would in due course let it be known through the British media that Tiggy, who openly admitted to having had a “schoolgirl crush” on Charles, had in fact fallen pregnant by him but had aborted the baby. Of course Diana’s hypothesis, it turned out, was dead wrong: it was Camilla Parker-Bowles Charles was destined to marry after Diana and not Tiggy.
In the same note the princess scribbled for her butler, she said she hoped he would guard it jealously and only avail it to the world in the event that her road accident death indeed came to pass. Burrell, however, was not the “rock” she deemed him to be General: when the princess was killed in the Paris car crash, he baulked at fulfilling her wish. It was not until 2003, six years too late, that he made mention of the note in his book A Royal Duty.
Although the accident in which she perished – prima facie, that is – did not happen in exactly the same way she envisaged it, it was close enough. In any case, the end result still was murder. But why was the princess murdered General? What crime did she commit against the forces that hold omnipotent sway in this world?”
DIANA’S BIGGEST SECRET
On March 17, 1997, Princess Diana, then the world’s most famous woman, fulfilled a long-held personal yearning when he met Nelson Mandela, then the most recognisable political face on the globe, at his holiday home in Cape Town. As the two socio-politico celebrities conferred, Diana poured out her heart to Madiba, recounting to him all the trials and tribulations that had been her daily potion since her divorce from Prince Charles. Touched by what he had heard from the tear-sodden princess, Madiba recommended the great Zulu shaman, Credo Mutwa, for a form of spiritual therapy. Madiba himself had consulted Credo from time to time for spiritual illumination of some sort.
No sooner had the princess returned to London than she called the great Zulu sanusi. In doing so, she took care to make the call from a telephone booth at Marks & Spencers, a major UK department store located in the vicinities of Kensington Palace, her home, with a view to circumventing the obviously MI-6-tapped domestic line.
“I was stunned when I got her call,” Credo told a Western journalist. “But the more I listened, the more I realised she needed help.”
Exactly what was it, General, that Diana called the then 76-year-old Credo about? According to the prolific British author and researcher David Icke, a long-standing close friend of Credo, Diana told Credo that “she had something to reveal that would shake the world and she wanted his advice on how best to do it”. When Icke asked Credo as to whether the dirt Diana wanted to dish was about the House of Windsor and its unabashed connection to global trafficking, the Zulu colossus laughed and shook his head. “Oh no, it was much worse than that,” he said. “She was about to tell the world something very important.” In his 1999 book, The Biggest Secret, Icke was guarded about hitting the nail squarely on the head in respect of Credo’s elucidation on the matter but in the closing chapters of the book, he finally came clean on the biggest secret Diana wanted splashed across the front pages of newspapers around the world and for which she had sought the legendary Zulu shaman.
This biggest secret, General, was that the Windsors, the British royal family, were not human but Reptilians. This is what Icke says in Chapter 19 of The Biggest Secret: “While researching this book, I was introduced to Christine Fitzgerald, a brilliant and gifted healer, who was a close friend and confidant of Diana for nine years … It is clear that Diana knew about the true nature of the royal family’s genetic history and the Reptilian control. Her nicknames for the Windsors were ‘The Lizards’ and ‘The Reptiles’ and she used to say in all seriousness: ‘They’re not human’.”
By his own admission, Credo Mutwa had been initiated into secret knowledge about the Reptilians, who he calls the Chitauli, and their covert control of the entire world since days immemorial. It thus was fitting for Diana to seek to consult an expert in the ways of the Chitauli before she spilt the beans. The fact that she didn’t is evidence in itself that Credo warned her about the danger to her life of exposing the Windsors as such. But the mere intimation of having toyed with the idea of exposing them was blasphemy, General. It was one of the many straws that broke their backs: five months later, the princess was no more.
CREDO SEES HORROR IN PRINCESS’ DESTINY
Princess Diana, General, was keen to know precious much about the Reptilian race (humans who carry at least 50 percent of the genes of the Reptoid/Lizard race, originally from the Draco star system, about 100 to 380 light years from Earth). So in April that very year, she flew back to South Africa to meet Credo in person at his home in the Shamwari Game Reserve near Port Elizabeth.
As the shaman tutored her about the Reptilian agenda for global domination and its vampirism of mankind, the princess besought Credo to “cast the bones” to help her find meaning in her life. “Throwing the bones” is a way of divination that is informed by the pattern the bones – in Credo’s case ancient bones of the lion, leopard, and elephant handed down from the legendary Zulu warrior king Shaka of Mfecane fame – form once they are randomly cast on the ground. Credo obliged her and did likewise. The result was at once chilling and uplifting.
"She wanted to know about her future,” Credo, who called Diana “Little Sister”, said to the same Western journalist referred to above. “What I saw in the bones for her was both wonderful and terrifying. It scared the stuffing out of me. First, I saw great happiness for her. She would meet and fall in love with a foreigner. I saw she would leave Britain after they married and she would come to live for part of the year in South Africa. But one of the bones that came up was a battle axe that showed a terrible weapon of destruction was poised upon her. I saw she would die a terrible death, before her happiness would be fulfilled.”
But like every other right-thinking person, General, Credo did not make known to her the nether aspects of what he foresaw. “I certainly could not tell her,” he says. “How could I?” You will agree with me, General, that telling her would simply have exacerbated her misery and possibly made her contemplate suicide as a less grim way out.
The princess was ecstatic that she would at long last find love after years of affairs and flings that led to nowhere and which only served to break her heart to a point where it could no longer mend. Over the next few months, she kept up a steady exchange of discreetly couriered letters with Credo even as she developed a great interest in spiritualism, picking the brains of clairvoyant upon clairvoyant in London.
CREDO PROPHECY COMES TO PASS
In July, the princess and a rich, handsome Arab playboy crossed paths. For the Arab, it was love from the get-go General. In the princess’ case, the first question that obviously came to mind was, “Is this the man Credo alluded to? Is he my knight in shining armour?” Although she too was more than platonically drawn to him, she wanted to size him up first for a reasonable length of time before she snuggled up with him. But in only a matter of weeks, General, she was head over heels about him: there certainly was love in the air, with the wedding bells set to ring much more sooner than later. The Arab playboy there and then began mending his ways, unceremoniously dumping his celebrity girlfriend of years just by the stroke of a pen.
The princess was so impressed with the rapid fulfilment of Credo’s Nostradamus act that she scheduled a personal introduction of her new beau to him for that September. A reservation for a room with a four-poster bed in the Pretoria Suite of the secluded Shamwari Lodge complex and with the asking price of £524 per night was made by the princess for September 14th. The head chef had even laid up a special African menu for the couple, which included the traditional Kudu Wellington – venison (deer meat) wrapped in pastry.
But there was more. During their trip to South Africa, Diana and her man were to engage in discussions concerning the making of a nature conservation movie titled Mambo, which was about children striving to safeguard an elephant from a culling. The movie would star Gene Hackman and Embeth Davitz of Schindler’s List fame, with Credo himself making a cameo appearance too. Diana’s de facto fiancé, who was a movie producer of some note himself, undertook to bankroll the movie to the tune of £20 million. A euphoric Credo had even picked an 800-year-old necklace of love beads for a present for the two love birds when they pitched up at his Shamwari compound.
Then it all unravelled General. In the early hours of the morning of August 31, 1997, xactly two weeks before the princess and her Arab Romeo were to visit Credo, his wife and high priestess Mama Nobela went into a trance-like state. “She started screaming and rolling on the ground saying, ‘Ufile, ufile, umfazi we Kiwa!’ (‘She is dead, the white woman! The Princess has gone!’). Just then, there was a knock on our door and a woman told us that Princess Diana was killed in a car accident. I was so stunned my knees just went to water. It was one of the most traumatic moments of my life.”
It was all over for the princess, General, who unbeknownst to much of the world was a bloodline descendent of Jesus of Nazareth!
Exactly what happened General? How was her death orchestrated? To which god was she sacrificed General?