The Torture of Credo Mutwa
and the Theft of the Necklace of Mysteries
ICKE (DI): Hello. I’m at the home of Credo Mutwa, a fantastic
man who it’s been my privilege to know for a very, very long
time. A Zulu Sanusi ... what some people know better as a shaman, but
it’s a high shaman.
man is a library on legs when it comes to African knowledge, and
anyone that’s read my books, or seen my talks, will see how
much information this man has to share with the world.
one of the artifacts which has been highlighted many times in my
books, because I think it’s so significant, is something called
the Necklace of the Mysteries. It’s the one with all the
symbols hanging from it, which tell the story of humanity and the
story of Africa. The extraterrestrial figure and the human women
figure, and the interbreeding between the two, all that story that
I’ve told many times, thanks to Credo sharing it with me.
I have to tell you, this ... necklace, which is mentioned five
hundred years ago in accounts and Credo says is a thousand years old
or more, is now no longer with him. It was taken away from him, in
Swaziland, by people who ... tortured him, in effect, pulling his
fingernails off, or trying to, and some threatening to kill him.
Credo survived, thank goodness, but the necklace is still with these
thugs, and whoever was behind and orchestrating these thugs.
you have any information about its whereabouts, would you please
contact me at an email address, DavidIckeContact@aol.com,
one word, DavidIckeContact@aol.com,
me know any information you may have about the whereabouts of
this amazing, amazing artifact.
now, let’s hear Credo tell the story of what happened, and how
important this necklace is to him ... and indeed, the story of
humanity in general.
could you tell us the story of what happened, from when it all
started. Tell us what happened, from the start, leading up to now.
MUTWA (CM): Yes sir. I was repeatedly phone called by a young man,
who really was pestering the life out of me. This young man said he
kept on having dreams about how I should take him to Swaziland. About
how he had great ancestors, whom he wanted the help of.
phoned us every night until I got very angry. And then, he got
himself friends who pestered me, on his behalf. And in the end, they
said, it has been said by white people that I am a traitor, who takes
black knowledge, and hands it to white enemies of the black people. I
said, ‘That’s nonsense.’
insinuation even went on that I was not even a Zulu. And tribalism
and racism is rife in South Africa today. People can be killed like
dogs, if their lineage or tribe, or family are in doubt.
said to this young man, ‘What do you really want with me? What
do you want?’
said, ‘I want to see you. I want you to give to us the necklace
of secret knowledge.’
said, ‘You are mad. I’m not going to part with that
thing. I don’t know who told you about it.’
said, ‘But you are showing it to white people. We, who are
black like you, you discriminate against.’
that’s how it started, sir. I decided to confront these people.
It turned out that there were many. I decided to confront these
people, and foolish quixotic donkey that I am, I took the Necklace of
the Mysteries, and the Walking Stick of the Grandfathers with me.
DI: And you got on a train to Swaziland.
CM: Yes, sir, I went there. And they met me there. And they ... took me
to their home. I did not know that I was going to face a mob, sir. I
did not know that I was going to be put on trial like a criminal.
That is where they started taking my nails from my hands away.
DI: They were pulling your nails off?
DI: What happened?
CM: You know sir, it was just sheer, bloody cruelty. They wanted to
In fact, these people had been sent to kill me, by some white people.
White people who had offered them a lot of money for this necklace.
was a nightmare. But circumstances saved me beyond the terrible pain
I was going through.
DI: You were telling me someone sat on your hand, and then someone else
CM: I was sitting...
DI: ...your fingernails off.
CM: ...I was sitting on the chair, sir, when this boy sat up on my arm.
It was a, you know these wicker chairs.
CM: And this one sat on my arm, and suddenly I felt a terrible pain. He
was pulling my nail with a pliers. But he broke the nail in two
said, ‘You want to kill me, don’t you? That’s what
you brought me here for. But let me tell you that I am a Sanusi. I am
a descendant of Ungoza.
I’m a descendant of Sifele.
I am a pure-blooded Zulu. And I am not afraid to die.’
me tell you, that you, who are pulling my nail out of my fingers, you
are sick. There is something sick about you. You are very, very close
started screaming, saying ‘What?! What?!’ I said, ‘You
are close to death.’
could see shadows in his eyes. I could see something else. I smelled
a strange smell: the smell of a person who is on the last stage of
said, ‘Touch another nail in my finger, and you are going to
die, shitting like a dog. Go on, do it.’
there started an angry, an angry uproar. Some said I should be
stabbed to death. I said, ‘Stab me to death, within two hours,
one of you will die, and that is you.’
started screaming, and he ran out of the house, and he ... it was
just a uproar, sir. I wish you were there to see. People were
quarreling with each other now. Some said, ‘Let this man go.
Can’t you see he’s got an evil spirit? How did he know
that you, you are going to have such a stomach ache? How did he know
that you have got caught AIDS?’
said, ‘I can see. Kill me. I’m not afraid. I have no
friends here. Go on.’
took the necklace. I was too weak to carry it out. They took the
necklace and the stick, and on the following morning, I was very,
very sick. A group of the women escorted me to the station. I was put
on the train, they tried to be nice to me, but I just was ... I was
out of this world. I no longer knew what was happening, or what was
DI: And they kept the Necklace of the Mysteries.
CM: Yes, sir.
DI: The necklace of the knowledge.
CM: Yes, sir.
DI: And you’ve never had any idea where it is since then?
CM: No. Because I have not left here since then, sir.
DI: What does that necklace mean to you?
CM: Sir, these necklaces ... are the Bible of the black people. These
necklaces are ... we learned from them. Things that you don’t
learn in any school to ... to white people.
necklaces are alive, sir. They were made by women. That is why they
consist of copper. Copper is a female metal. That is why they consist
of the green stone, jadeite,
which was also handled by women.
DI: And it’s very old, isn’t it?
CM: It is, sir. It is.
DI: I think you told me once you thought it was at least a thousand
CM: Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes.
DI: And what effect has it had on you? I mean, how has it made you
since ... because I know we’ve talked about this many times...
CM: I am broken. You know, Mr. David, my heart is broken, sir. I felt I
did a stupid thing, and I should have paid for it with my own life.
Imagine taking a thing like this into the hands of drunken swine.
DI: But you didn’t know that, did you?
CM: No. I thought they were royal people. I thought they were good
people. I thought they were adult people, Sangomas and Inyangas. But
they were young hooligans.
DI: And what... You told me that there was a white person in the
background. Are you...
CM: Yes, sir.
DI: What was that about?
CM: I don’t know, Mr. David. But I can draw that white man.
DI: What was he doing? What was he...
CM: He was with them. They appeared to be having some kind of a
or whatever thing. But that white man, sir, he ... he wasn’t
just a white tote. He ... he had purpose
I noticed another thing: it was he who appeared to be crazy about
the necklace. He seemed to be freaking out, if you know what I mean.
DI: And he seemed to be orchestrating it, did he?
CM: Yes, sir.
DI: And they, they didn’t seem to like me, for some reason, you
were telling me.
DI: They didn’t like me, for some reason.
CM: Yes. They asked me, where are you. I say, ‘I don’t know.
Angazi. [Zulu for ‘I don't know.’] I don’t
know where Mr. David Icke is.’
said, ‘But doesn’t he write to you?’ I said, ‘You
can search my post office. I don’t even own a cell phone. I’ve
only got a real phone.’
DI: And what was their problem with me, then?
CM: I don’t know, sir. But somehow, the way they were afraid of
you. That’s very funny, Mr. David. I asked, ‘Have you
ever seen Mr. David Icke?’ They said, ‘No.’ I said,
‘Then why are you shit-scared of him for?’
didn’t answer me.
DI: I was the ‘White Satan,’ wasn’t I, according to
DI: The ‘White Satan,’ wasn’t it, they called me?
CM: Yes, you white devil.
DI: The white devil.
DI: Because, I guess, you’re sharing information with me, and it’s
only supposed to be for one group of people instead of for the world.
CM: But sir, there’s something that really, really worried me. I
only thought about that afterwards.
David, these people, the black people looked ordinary black people,
sick looking. But that white man ... no, sir. Let me ... let me try
and work out.
looked... he was smaller than you, and he looked not quite man-like.
DI: How do you mean?
CM: He looked... what’s the, what is the English word ... he
looked like a fairy, Mr. David Icke.
CM: He looked not normal [unclear, sounds like ‘jigjig’]
real man. He was something between a boy and a man. You know, he had
protruding teeth. And when he spoke, he seemed to twist his mouth in
a certain way. He was not sexually normal.
not a judge of white people, but there was something very odd about
DI: What would you say now, to the people that have the Necklace of the
Mysteries? What would you say to them?
CM: I say, ‘You have stolen something that comes from the old
gods. You have taken something that even I have no right to. I was
given this thing as a custodian of it. I swore ... you have taken
this thing, like thieves in the night. Within a short while,
something interesting is going to happen to all of you. I see one of
you dead under a blue car. It is you, with the protruding teeth. You,
who never spoke, who spoke with a hissing sound on his, on...’
as if his teeth were a bit drunk.
DI: And if they want to avoid that, they bring it back.
CM: They had better bring it back. They had better bring it back. This
swear by my mother’s breasts. The Necklace of the Mysteries
belongs to no one. Not even I, who am the keeper of it.
it back. You
were sent to take it away. You were sent by someone. Who it is, I
don’t know, but I will dream about them, and I will know who
they are. You
called me a sellout, a traitor, who licks the backsides of white men.
You are the traitors.’
announcement at the end of the video:
you know ANYTHING about the theft of this priceless, ancient
artifact, of inestimable value to the story of Africa and the human
race – but very likely now in the hands of white man who are
only interested in money... please contact DavidIckeContact@aol.com
in full confidence.
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