In the heartlands of America, where the vastness of the land mirrors the expanse of the human spirit, legends whisper of extraordinary encounters that transcend the boundaries of the known world.
Among the Native American tribes, stewards of ancient wisdom, and across the diverse tapestry of modern society, tales of the Chitauri Reptilians weave through the fabric of folklore like a thread connecting past and present.
Stories abound of enigmatic beings known as the Chitauri Reptilians in the shadows of towering skyscrapers and amidst the rustle of leaves in forgotten forests.
From the tribes of the Navajo to the cultures of the Cherokee, whispers carry the weight of ancient knowledge passed down through generations.
These legends, etched into the very bedrock of American mythology, speak of encounters with beings not of this world, whose origins are mysterious.
Some view them as cosmic emissaries, guardians of hidden realms beyond mortal comprehension, while others harbor suspicions of their intentions, weaving narratives of intrigue and caution.
Yet, regardless of belief or interpretation, one truth remains steadfast: the interconnectedness of human and Chitauri Reptilian destinies intertwined in a tapestry of wonder and fascination.
As the sun sets over the sprawling landscapes of the American heartland, casting long shadows that stretch across the plains and mountains, the echoes of these ancient tales resonate, reminding us of the boundless mysteries that lie just beyond the horizon.
“Legends” of the interactions of humans and reptilians are common knowledge in Australia among the Aborigines, the cultures of Japan and Taiwan, as well as indigenous Native American people like the Mayans, Sioux, Cree, and many others.
– Credo Mutwa
The Legend of the Chitauri ⊗
“Wake up,” she said to me.
“Where am I?”
You don’t know?
No, I don’t.
You are outside the caverns of the Lamonte Mountains.
How did I get here?
You have forgotten all that has happened to you this night.
Tell me now, dammit,
Okay, relax, I’ll tell you.
I am Amarri.
I met you about a week ago along the river.
What was I doing at the river?
You were fishing.
Who was I with?
You had another with you. I didn’t see her, but you called her Martina.
I don’t remember anything you are saying.
When we met you, you had lost Martina.
Lost how?
From what you told me, you were camping along the river. You had come here to go bass fishing and enjoy the outdoors.
What else?
You told me you worked for a prominent Law Firm in the city and wanted to come to the Lamonte Mountains to forget about work for a while.
I don’t remember anything.
What is my name?
John, John Larkin
John Larkin?
I suppose. Now tell me, tell me all that you know.
When I met you, you were fighting with a creature.
What creature?
I don’t know how to describe it to you.
It looked like a lizardman.
Lizardman?
Yes, it was very tall, at least seven or eight feet. It had a large head with greenish skin and was very muscular.
How did we kill it?
It had attacked; it knocked you out cold as you searched for your wife near the caves under the Lamonte Mountains. I helped you kill the creature before you blacked out.
I’ve been tracking these Chitauri in America for over two decades now.
What are Chitauri?
Chitauri means “the dictators” and “‘the ones who tell us the law” in my grandfather’s language.
First, let me give you some background.
My grandfather was a Zulu Sangoma, a Shamanic Healer, or a Medicine man, as you would call him. My grandfather used to tell me stories when I was a child about evil reptilian beings that lived underground.
He told me they would come out at night mostly and kidnap and kill people in his village. Sometimes, they ate parts of their victim, and other times, they drank their blood or ate their brains.
He believed that Jabulon was the leader of the Chitauri. He is the Old One, and one of his names, in the African language, is Umbaba-Samahongo – “the lord king, the great father of the terrible eyes” – because it is believed that Jabulon has got one eye which, if he opens it, you die if he looks at you.
You lost your memory, John, when the Chitauri looked at you with its third eye.
Don’t worry, though; your memory will return shortly. We must return to the cave entrance and look for Martina.
Okay, let’s go and look for her, Amarri.
It was very dark now, and the Moon was only half-lit. John and Amarri would not use flashlights or light a torch for fear of being noticed.
It was a crisp fall evening, and all that John and Amarri had to keep them warm were the clothes on their back. Both had lost all their gear during the struggle with the Chitauri creature.
The Lamonte Mountains are split in half: one is public, and the other is part of a National Wildlife Park that is closed to visitors after dusk.
The entire Mountain was supposed to become a National Park, but after many decades of litigation with Native American Tribes, the courts split the Lamonte Mountains in half.
John’s memory returned; at least an hour had passed since his terrifying encounter with the Chitauri.
Amarri, tell me more about these Chitauri.
According to my grandfather, the Chitauri believe they are the rightful rulers of Earth and think humans are nothing but a nuisance to them.
The Chitauri believe that one day, humans will cease to be or at least severely dwindle in numbers, allowing the Chitauri to once again roam freely on Earth and bask in the sun’s warm glow.
We are told the Chitauri feed on the energy that we give them. They make us fight against each other, and when the whole world is drowning in death, fear, and terror, the Chitauri get fed by the dark power, which is brought out when humans destroy the planet they live on.
They are fed when human minds think at certain levels. We are told they want us to believe at certain levels and reward us with long lives.
John, we are almost near the opening of the Mountain. We better not talk unless necessary.
I agree with you, Amarri.
As they approached the opening of the mountain caves, they noticed the temperature quickly drop by about twenty degrees.
John walked into the cave first; surprisingly, it wasn’t that dark inside, and he could see where he was going. Also, there was a Sulphur smell in the air, which they both noticed. According to Amarri’s grandfather, these are two key signs that Chitauri is near.
Amarri soon joined him, and the two began exploring beneath the mountains.
As they descended into the caves, they noticed shafts “cut out” through the cave’s ceiling straight up to the surface of the Mountain. Light and air came in through these shafts.
John and Amarri had walked about four hundred yards into the cave and saw something peculiar ahead.
It was a Chitauri, and what appeared to be a tiny creature with a large head was sauntering behind it. John and Amarri both looked at each other, puzzled.
They waited a few minutes for them to move on before continuing their journey. They followed the Chitauri and its companion down the long corridor until they saw them disappear into a brightly lit room.
John and Amarri had walked a half-mile into the cave below the Mountain.
Amarri, we must find Martina—I know she is still alive. John, we will find her; we must keep our wits about us. These Chitauri are deadly creatures, and trust me. You do not want to be captured by them.
The two approached the cave room where the Chitauri and what appeared to be a Grey Alien walked into.
John peered into the room, hoping not to be noticed. It was about thirty by forty feet and had several tunnels leading out of it. This type of glowing green substance, which is in various room areas, lighted it.
Martina was lying on a natural workbench table; she appeared alive, but John wasn’t sure.
Three Chitauri in tight-fitting silver overalls and five Grey Alien beings were gathered around the table. They observed Martina and the tall Chitauri in the center just before Martina’s head pulled out a large, shiny surgical instrument.
John heard Martina scream out loud in agony. Before Amarri could grab him, he had already run into the room. The five Greys hurried out of the room into one of the cave tunnels. The three Chitauri, however, didn’t budge.
They looked at John with intense displeasure and malice.
The two helpers of the main Chitauri charged at John, and John quickly ran to the other side of the room and grabbed a large, curved surgical knife about the size of a small machete.
The two Chitauri had John cornered, but he was determined to rescue Martina.
The two seven-foot-tall Chitauri came after John, but little did they know John was an ex-military man with unique weapons and hand-to-hand combat training.
The first Chitauri was met with a deadly slice across his throat by the machete-type instrument he was wielding. The second Chitauri took notice and backed off for a moment.
Meanwhile, the Chief Chitauri, still guarding Martina, noticed that John wasn’t alone.
Amarri entered the room and walked toward Martina’s table to see if she was still alive. The Chief Chitauri, leaning over Martina, suddenly stood utterly upright.
He was at least ten feet tall, if not taller. He had two prominent horns on the front of his head, like the cartoon depictions of the Devil, and he also had a row of nodules going down the back of his head to the cervical vertebrae.
His skin was albino white.
Amarri made eye contact with the tall creature. Its eyes were yellow; its pupils were like that of a cat. In the middle of its forehead was a third eye. It began to open; its color was red and intended to cause pain.
She became spellbound by his gaze. Amarri wanted to look away, but she couldn’t.
The reptilian beast began speaking to Amarri, and the words were hissed out of its mouth, emphasizing the letter S.
The second Chitauri was severely clawing John. The claws were long and curled at the end, and John couldn’t overpower the creature because of the size difference, even though John was 6’4″ and about 250 pounds.
The creature had John on the ground and was about to rip open his abdomen when suddenly, a brilliant, bright light and loud boom came from one of the tunnels.
The Chitauri that John was fighting with and the Chief Chitauri swiftly headed towards the tunnel where the light and sound came from, leaving John, Amarri, and Martina alone.
Amarri ran over to Martina, and she was still alive, although frantic. John came over and scooped Martina off the table. The three left the cave and headed to John’s pick-up truck.
Amarri parted ways with John and Martina that night. Before she left, she told them never to go alone near any secluded mountains or caves.
John and Martina agreed, and they said their goodbyes to Amarri and thanked her for her help.
Amarri said this would not be her last venture with the Chitauri, for she swore an oath to eradicate them from this planet, of course, with John’s help.
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