Reptilians All Around Us
An enlightening conversation on the overlords walking amongst us
November 2017, Gate 3 of the Hollywood Burbank Airport on a rainy afternoon.
Flight 4425 was delayed for the third time and the passengers suffering at Gate 3 were quietly watching the muted ceiling televisions or typing away on their laptops or smartphones. I had the good spot, the one with the USB ports and power outlets. I tolerated flight delays since, basically, shit happens. There’s no use in berating flight attendants when a plane literally can’t take off due to a flooded runway.
I was in the middle of a relaxed round of Civilization 5 (don’t look into it if you value your free time) when a duffle bag rammed into the seat next to mine. A girl wearing sweatpants two sizes too big dropped down and sat cross-legged on the floor, facing the bag (and the ensuing dust cloud). She seemed like she’d just rolled out of bed with her wavy brown hair tied in a bun and a burning lack of sleep in her eyes. I pulled out an earphone and offered to move over a spot if she wanted to sit next to her bag. She thanked me and plopped in the seat next to mine before introducing herself (Natalie here). We smiled at each other politely, then I got back to nuking my enemies on the laptop.
“Flight 4425 to San Francisco International is delayed for another hour due to conditions on the ground. We will provide updates as they come,” a voice solemnly read over the speaker.
As another squad of protesters briskly stormed over to the Southwest attendant desk, I swiped my bag and headed over to the bar across the walkway. I don’t mind delays at the airport because of this, too. Airport bars have an energetic air to them and it’s nice to have extremely fairly priced drinks while people-watching a bit. I was seated at a table and enjoying my second $12 dollar Stella Cider and the view of the angry Flight 4425 passengers to my left when someone pulled out the chair across from mine and sat down with a huff.
“Can I sit here?”
I was a little caught off-guard at her sudden reappearance, but I do enjoy the company of strangers while traveling. Her abrupt behavior was equally startling and welcoming.
“Oh-! Yeah, sure.”
“I knew I could talk to you. I think we’re gonna be here a while.”
She ordered a beer and clasped her hands together and before I could ask how she knew she could talk to me, she spilled a slew of stories about her life. She’d just been divorced at 27 years old, gotten out of prison, and was on her way to her aunt’s place in Marin County where she planned to work on the family ranch. Having been through a tumultuous year drove her to start anew in a different environment. Then she started to get into how messed up America had gotten in recent years. She distrusted the government and all of society.
“The world is screwed. We can’t trust anyone in power, nobody. Obama, Hillary, Trump, Governor Newsom, The Dalai Lama, Sanders, nobody.”
“Well, can you elaborate why you think that? Not that I disagree, I just want to know.”
“They’re reptiles.”
“Oh hah, you mean they’re all emotionless, robotic creatures?” I asked light-heartedly.
“They’re Reptilians wearing human skin, but you can tell if you look.”
I’ve always relished conversations like the one I was about to have. It’s fascinating getting to pick the brain of someone who strongly believes in something rejected outright by others. I’d watched enough Ancient Aliens with my dad growing up and carried out enough late night conversations with college friends that lasted well into the morning to know where this was going. On topics such as this, I’m too eager to hear and learn more. If I were to be honest, I would say I wished some tales like this could be true. A part of me wants to believe.
Reptilians
An artist rendition on how the intergalactic beings known as the Reptilians are purported to appear.
“So, how do you know they’re Reptilians?”
”When I watch them on TV, they give off that vibe, you know? Hints, clues. I think they’re trying to let some of us know they’re here so we can begin to listen to them.”
“You can actually see that on the screen? Who else is a Reptilian then? Have you seen more?”
“If you look carefully at their eyes when they talk, their pupils will retract and their eyes turn green. You can tell if you look closely. But yeah, pretty much everyone in positions of power is a Reptilian. Their bodyguards and everything, too. Their families. They’re here to take over and they’re doing it by posing as politicians.”
Internally, I was questioning whether Natalie was straining to see these things herself or if she was actually seeing something the rest of us didn’t. I needed to get deeper to the root of her thinking. She went on to explain the history and origins of the Reptilian race and how they’d descended from the stars hundreds of thousands of years ago to populate Earth. Living in complex tunnel systems underground, they lurked and awaited the perfect time to rush up above to enslave the human race.
“Well, alright. So what about me? Am I a Reptilian? Would I know?”
“Yeah, you’re fine. That’s how I knew I could talk to you. But yeah, of course you’d know! They’re here to skin us, wear our skin, and pretend to be humans before enslaving the rest of us!”
“Hmm, OK. That sounds terrifying. Let’s see, what about that guy over there? The one eating a burger. What do you think?”
She craned her neck and strained her eyes to study him a brief moment. A waitress passed by and Natalie flagged her to order another round of drinks for us. After a few seconds, she sat back down and leaned in closer.
“Yeah,” she whispered,” He’s one of them.”
No way I was about to have my skin torn off and stretched over a Reptilian body. I leaned in closer and asked in a hushed voice.
“Are there any other Reptilians in here with us now?”
She scanned the area as she slowly rotated herself 360 degrees. The drinks arrived and she nodded a quick thank you to the waitress.
“Yeah,” she whispered,” The couple at the table, everyone at the bar, and everyone sitting over there.”
She pointed at a private area in the airport bar.
“How can you tell?”
“I can see it in them. Like, I can tell based on how someone drinks eats or how they look around. They’re looking for anyone whose skin they want to wear next.”
Holy shit. If somehow Natalie was right, I was a delicious little cricket amongst a sea of hungry Reptilians masquerading as human beings. I’d also just finished my third cider when I glanced at our gate and nearly fell out of my seat. The waiting area was empty save a few people on their computers! Throwing 40 bucks on the table, I dashed over to the Southwest desk to ask if I’d missed my flight. I had, but no worries as another flight with room was headed out to Oakland in 30 minutes. Natalie caught up and did the same as we rushed over to the next gate.
We didn’t get to sit together on our flight to the Bay, but after hearing a whirlwind of new beliefs and ideas, it was nice to take a breather and organize everything I’d just heard. I’d only known from looking at the new boarding pass that we’d been talking for a good two hours. Entranced, I just wasn’t concerned with the time and ended up being pulled into her curious world of beliefs and theories.
Reptilian Alien
Are they just a conspiracy? Or do they truly walk amongst us?
As the plane flew up towards the Bay, my mind was swarming with what-ifs. While I still didn’t truly and entirely believe what I’d heard, I was entertaining the minute possibility that she was onto something. After all, nobody in alien films believes in aliens until they’re under attack. Am I sitting next to a Reptilian? Who else on this plane is a Reptilian? Oh god, is my boss one? She certainly seems like it. Wait, what about my parents?? Are they Reptilians, too?
I’ll never know. I didn’t see Natalie when I got off the plane. Wherever she is, whatever she’s doing, I can only hope she’s safe, doing well, and hasn’t had her skin torn off and worn by a Reptilian alien.
