This is my very own personal theory regarding what I believe to be an Illuminati birth control attempt; In April 1961 a deliberated cosmic rendezvous between Man and the Reptilian Nibiru Annunaki took place on the Moon. The reason for this meeting was to gain access to human birth control through controlling the tidal force.The tidal force affects all water on Earth and since the human body is about 55-60% water it very much affects our bodies too, and then also Woman’s menstrual cycles, and I believe that was the very thing the Niburians wanted to gain power over.
I am convinced that if it wasn’t for birth contraceptives like birth control pills etc, every female (in the same time zone) would menstruate at the same time due to tidal force.The Russian government and the Niburians picked the Moon as the location to perform this space ritual due to the Moon’s external magnetic field of the order of one to a hundred nanoteslas; that’s less than one-hundredth that of the Earth’s. What they didn’t know of was that their ritual may have affected the tidal force for all time.
I believe Yuri was a Nephilim, a cosmic apostle connecting with the Nibiru Annunaki performing a space ritual that this whole galaxy still reverberates from. Yuri Gagarin - Speak to me, are you still out there? I want to know for sure.
In the early nineties, a group of us used to ride around together and meet up for events like the Pioneer Run. The group was loosely centred on Victory Motorcycles (which was located in one of the arches in The Stables market in Camden Town back then) and Raoul, the Kiwi mechanic there.We were a motley bunch, riding everything from souped-up MZs to Triumphs, Guzzis to BSAs. (I was definitely the odd one out on a Shovel.) But everywhere we stopped, we'd be plagued by rivet counters –"Oh yes, I had one of these, but not with the later aluminium spigot, which I think you'll find is incorrect..." – who would descend upon us like Harpies. After a while, we started creating avoidance tactics, like suddenly and quickly all walking off simultaneously in different directions without a word the moment a Frank Thomas-booted boffin approached one of our bikes.
The Boffin Dodgers were born.
My brother Adam created this montage after the Pioneer Run in '94.
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