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Amphibious Aliens — Medium Edition


 

Is it true you are an alien abductee?

Amphibious Aliens — Medium Edition

Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💗
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Is it true you are an alien abductee?

Seeing how this is the ONLY thing locals keep asking for over and over again, and a man and his 2 toddlers were just here in my driveway chanting “the crazy alien lady” over and over again, while I was trying to unpack grocery bags out of my car, last night. Here you go: Amphibious Aliens — Medium Edition

Artist rendition of Etiole.
My 1964 Dodge 330, being returned home after UFO freak cut it up and stole it.

Is it true you are an alien abductee?

No. And I don’t know why people say I am, because I’ve never claimed to be. In fact I don’t believe in aliens.

In fact, I vehemently HATE people who believe in UFO and claim to be alien abductees.

I think people who believe in nonsense like aliens, UFOs, demons, ghosts, and haunted are deranged lunatics who should be straight jacketed in mental institutes when they belong.

How did I come to this belief?

I’ll tell you how!

My Uncle, Mervin Bruce Atwater, started the alien rumor. His father, my grandfather was David Henry Atwater. I’ll wait a minute and let that name soak in.

Not familiar with David Henry Atwater? Perhaps you know his best friend Applewhite a little bit better.

Or, maybe you know the group he founded: Heaven’s Gate:

Or perhaps you are familiar with the Comet Hale–Bopp:

My grandfather, 5 of his sons, and 2 of his daughters, were members of Heaven’s Gate. And March 1997, their plane was delayed in Colorado due to to a storm. They were on their way to California to Kool-Aid themselves to the mothership, but when they arrived in California a day late, and found all their friends had already killed themselves without them, the boarded a plane back to Maine and lashed out at a local homeless man whom I let sleep in my car at night.

A homeless man who is a World War 2 fighter pilot, who spent most of the war as a prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp in France. A man who witnessed his wife and children murdered in that camp. A man who had a lot of tattoos, so they peeled his skin off of him, leaving him horrifically disfigured.

A small 5'3" Jewish man who arrived in Old Orchard Beach in 1953, and was harassed so bad by the locals, because of his disfiguring scars, that he fled into The Ross Forest behind the Scarborough Marsh, and became a hermit, living in fox-like holes he digs in the ground and covers over with tree bark.

Because his skin was peeled off of him, he has no hair and has a deathly grey tint to his massively scared skin.

And lunatic UFO nutjobs, call him an “alien grey” because of it.

I found him in the swamp behind my farm at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, in 1978. He was almost dead from starvation when I found him. I nursed him back to health and took to giving him food and clothes and blankets and supplies. I would let him live inside, but he is terrified of buildings, he won’t set foot in one.

I let him sleep in my car at night, a 1964 Dodge 330, from 1978, until locals chopped it up in 2010 which chanting that they had to kill the car to kill the demon living in it. They tore apart my car trying to get to him to kill him, because they claimed he was a demon.

My grandfather, 5 of his sons, and 2 of his daughters, were members of Heaven’s Gate. And March 1997, their plane was delayed in Colorado due to to a storm. They were on their way to California to Kool-Aid themselves to the mothership, but when they arrived in California a day late, and found all their friends had already killed themselves without them, the boarded a plane back to Maine and lashed out at the local homeless man whom I let sleep in my car at night.

They called him “an amphibious alien”, they said he was “a reptilian shapeshifter” and accused him of causing the storm that delayed their flight “to the mothership Hale-Bopp”.

My Uncle Mervin Bruce, wrote an article for the MUFON group, an article called “Amphibious Aliens”, in which he claimed his niece (me) was was an “alien abductee” who was “hiding an EBE in her car”.

He’s the same uncle who started the “haunted car” rumors about that same car.

The same uncle who founded the “new” Heaven’s Gate, here in Maine, while claiming Hale-Bopp was the wrong comete and Wormwood was the real mothership comet.

And that same uncle, was committed to a mental institute in 2015, because he tried to cut a woman’s foot off after she told him she did not want to go to planet Kolob with him.

He spent the last decade of his life in a padded cell, in Saco Maine, a padded cell with bars on the windows and police guards 24hrs.

My uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater was a raving lunatic, who saw aliens EVERYWHERE, believed a mothership was coming for him, thought the president of the USA was a reptilian shapeshifter, believed in demons, and thought anyone who disagreed with him was themselves a demon.

HE is the one who claimed I was an alien abductee. Not me. And I asked him to stop lying about me. Year after year, I asked him to stop harassing me, stop slandering me… and in 2007, he gathered up THIRTY THOUSAND of his UFO crazed friends from online, and sent them to my farm!

I had a bunch of frigging UFO nuts running around my yard with beeping boxes, all screaming they were going to capture the “amphibious alien” and prove once and for all aliens were real!

THIRTY FUCKING THOUSAND OF THEM!

The man you call Etiole is not an alien. He’s a homeless world war 2 veteran. A Jewish Kabbalist who was a fighter pilot in France. Was tortured and disfigured in a Nazi concentration camp. He doesn't look human because they skinned him and he lived through it.

You people ought to be ashamed of yourselves for calling him an alien and treating him like shit.

I HATE fucking UFO people because they have spent the past 40+ years harassing me and the homeless man who is my friend.

You local jackasses are nothing but a bunch abelistic pricks harassing a disabled homeless veteran!

Here, have some videos!

THIS is your fucking “alien”.

A homeless man that locals think is funny to harass. LOOK AT HOW HE LIVES!

THIS is the so called “alien” they keep talking about, THIS is their “Etiole”:

That dog in those videos by the way, that’s Mickey, the dog these people poisoned and killed July 10, 2023

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