The Lizard Lady

I have been making a study of demonic possession, alien abduction, and the presence of reptile humans amongst us. The Morph is lighting it all up, albeit very slowly. I met a human lizard. She was American, from Boston I think, about fifty years old with high cheekbones, cruel eyes and very tight facial skin. Her lips were pencil thin but they curled and pouted as she talked, they reminded me of a lizard eating a moth.

What I found so fascinating was that the woman was ice cold. Her face was pure white there was not even the slightest evidence of blood in her cheeks. I looked very carefully in case she powered her face but she wore little makeup except a bit of color over her eyes.

The woman was very grand and she talked for half an hour about how much people loved her and how successful she was. I have learned a trick over the years and that is when close to the reptiles agree with everything. So if they need to be special tell them how special they are; if they need to be beautiful tell them that they are extraordinary in their loveliness. Never confront them, throw chickens at them all the way. That’s the Stuie Wilde tried and tested survival method.

The conversation drifted on, and of course I never got a word in edgeways but it didn’t matter. Then the lizard started crying, if you’ve never seen a lizard cry it’s a sight for sore eyes I can tell ya-crocodile tears, and a phony emotion about humanity and life and what not. I put my hand on her arm to reassure her, it was flabby cold like a stack uncooked bacon. She kept quoting Ernest Holmes, who started the Science of Mind Church in America, and she lectured me on how my thoughts created my reality and how spirit did this and spirit did that, and how she had made a pack of money using the laws of abundance and so forth. Periodically I made a few gurgling sounds, “wow”, “really”, amazed at it all. I thought it best not to mention I’d lectured at about fifteen of the Science of Mind churches in America. That is another Stuie W’ tactic, never tell people what you know unless they really, really press you to find out.

Then the lizard stopped crying and she asked me if I could tell her about her destiny. So I told her the truth saying, “You don’t have a destiny.” She took that to mean she was so elevated that she was beyond it all, and above karma and the vagaries of human life, and that some new glory was about to descend upon her from on high. It wasn’t for me to alter that perception so I said nothing.

What I actually meant was that there is a Lizard Removal Service that’s operating out of the mirror-world and that as far as I could tell, on the spur of the moment that is, she’s high on the to-do list. A superior force is coming to rub her out. It’s the day the moth eats the lizard just for a change. Funny but sad. I felt very sorry for her and her blindness.

I love the reptiles. They are endlessly entertaining but one has to be very respectful of them and very bloody careful, as one swish of their tail and you’re a gonner. It’s like being a bomb disposal expert there is no margin for larking about or daydreaming.