100% Sane, 0% Crazy: The True, Amazing Story of the Man Who Couldn’t Stand Hypersexual Martians

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Kyle Odom

On  March 6, 2016, Idaho state police launched a manhunt for 30 year old Kyle Odom, a fugitive in the shooting of Rev. Tim Remington, an Evangelical pastor at the Altar Church in Coeur d’Alene. According to news reports, Odom ambushed Remington in the church’s parking lot, shooting the pastor in the head and back multiple times before high-tailing it from the scene.

Remington, who survived the shooting, had appeared the previous day with Senator Ted Cruz at an event hosted by the Cruz presidential campaign, which led to speculation that the shooting was politically motivated. As it turned out, a purely political motivation wasn’t actually the case. It had more to do with Martians, one of whom was the aforementioned Rev. Remington, at least according to Kyle Odom. Odom, a former Marine, apparently shot Rev. Remington on the grounds that he thought he “was part of a vast alien conspiracy to enslave the human race.”

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Thumb drive containing Kyle Odom’s anti-Martian manifesto that was sent to an Idaho media outlet.

The same day of the shooting, Odom released a manifesto to the media which claimed that “Martians” had infiltrated Congress, and that he wasn’t going to let them get away with it! Odom’s manifesto included a list of “notable Martians” that was non-partisan, including both sides of the political aisle from Elizabeth Warren to Devin Nunes with a little bit of Mitch McConnell thrown in for good measure.

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Needless to say, the Remington shooting launched a massive manhunt for Mr. Odom, who somehow eluded the Idaho law enforcement dragnet and made his way to our nation’s capital. On March 8, Odom drew the attention of Secret Service agents when he was caught tossing a thumb drive and some documents over the White House fence. Among these items was his aforementioned anti-Martin manifesto in addition to a personal letter to President Obama, who Odom apparently didn’t consider to be a Martian, and I guess was trying to enlist in his crusade to reveal the Martian menace threatening our nation.

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Portrait of a Martian from Odom’s manifesto.

In short order, Secret Service agents detained Odom, and when they ran his name through a  law enforcement data base were alerted to an arrest warrant that had been issued for him on the attempted murder charge in Idaho two days before.

There’s certainly a lot to unpack in Odom’s anti-Martian manifesto, but it’s basically a sort of mini-bio epic of his life after leaving the Marines, and his subsequent encounters with hypersexual Martians.

Apparently everything went sideways for Odom after he entered  the University of Idaho in the spring of 2014. During his final semester that year, Odom was getting stressed out from a heavy study load and to mellow his mood he began practicing meditation. “It became part of my daily routine. As I learned more about meditation, I became interested in consciousness and our ability to affect it. I kept working on my meditation techniques and began achieving extreme states of consciousness.”

One night in February 2014, Odom was meditating when he had an out-of-body experience. “I entered a space that was completely dark and had no awareness of my physical boundaries/orientation…I felt very peaceful there until a blue light began to approach me. As the blue light got closer, I realized that it was another being.”

At first, Odom’s encounter with this being, or alien, seemed like a “blessing” but over time these meditative experiences turned into a “living hell” as he came to the realization that mind-controlling Martians were entering his meditative brain space for malevolent purposes.

This perceived harassment included text messages from the Altar Church, who were inviting him to attend their services, and when he did so, Odom picked up an extremely bad vibe there, and soon became convinced that the church people were actually hypersexual Martins in disguise, one of whom became his future target, Rev. Tim Remington. According to Odom’s manifesto:

“When I went to The Altar for the first time…they started playing with me sexually. Both the males and the females would play out their sexual fantasies in my mind. This came with random and uncontrollable erections as well as extreme anal stimulation… The harassment continued for weeks and intensified as time went on. I did my absolute best to maintain my sanity and tried to avoid them. This worked for a while, but eventually I had a huge meltdown. One day, I was in the bakery at Safeway when I got surrounded by a bunch of old men. Some of them looked at me and sniffed, so I knew it was them. They started stimulating my penis and anus simultaneously, then they spoke aggressively. They said: ‘Humans are nothing more than the result of a successful genetic experiment.’ The rest of the night they continually stimulated my penis and I couldn’t stop ejaculating. It got to the point where I was in serious pain… ”

At one point, Odom got so freaked out about all of this (and can you really blame him?) that he lit a charcoal grill in his car and rolled up the windows, hoping he would fall asleep and never wake up again, which most likely would have happened had the Martian not butted in. “They woke me up in an extreme panic, which caused me to get out of the car.”

After being treated for charcoal inhalation at a local hospital, Odom paid a return visit to the Altar Church, where he found himself face-to-face with his perceived nemesis, Rev. Remington. “We were in mid conversation when he suddenly revealed himself to me,” Odom wrote in his manifesto. “I have no clue how he did it, but it looked as if his human face became his real face. His eyes were huge and bulging, the eyelids were darker green, and the irises were yellow/brown with slit pupils.”

Oddly enough, Odom might have believed he was also a hypersexual Martian, or at least was turning into one. Around the time Odom was knee-deep in his anti-Martian mania, he changed his Facebook profile photo to the portrait of the very same Martian from his manifesto, as revealed in the Washington Post article entitled Idaho shooting suspect’s ‘hypersexual’ Martian Manifesto Is A Window Into An Unraveling Mind.

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Kyle Odom’s Facebook profile, before and after.

At the time Odom’s story was making the rounds in 2016, my friend Richelle Hawks noticed how this photo of Odom, and the portrait of the Martian drawn by Odom, seemed so proportionally similar. Out of curiosity, Richelle decided to overlay the two images in Photoshop, and was quite surprised with the results. As Richelle noted:

“One of the weirdest things is that the overlay matched up exactly without having to do one bit of resizing as I assumed I would. The most remarkable thing I think, is the curve of the mouth being literally identical. But everything, really….

“I almost feel like someone else saw the resemblance and positioned the photos to draw attention to it. Of course in a regular news item, the poor dude could not very well do an overlay. It was just very blatant to me even at first glance.

“It’s very difficult normally to do any kind of overlays with faces or bodies because there is always a ton of matching up to do. Even if you were to take 2 photos of the same face, let alone even a drawing of a face and a photo of the same face. And then that this isn’t even supposed to be his same face. Basically, it seems impossible that they are even sized correctly. It might all be coincidence, but even that is kind of a weird part…”

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Richelle Hawks’ overlay of Odom and the Martian.

Maria Graciette, The Astrological Countess

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Marcia Graciette and her mystery box (Joe Fex/Ape-X Research)

 

A Los Angeles-based contactee with purported psychic powers, Maria Graciette billed herself as a countess and former Miss Portugal. A true renaissance lady of the new age, Graciette authored Astrology and Your Sex Life (1965) and recorded an LP called Astrology, Know the Language of the Stars.

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As Graciette once informed The San Bernardino County Sun:

“Since I was a little girl, I’ve been able to see auras around people. When I was very young, my teacher gave me a mysterious box and told me never to lose it. I’ve had the box for a long, long time!

“I had always used it in my studio to store things. It was by accident that I discovered the mysterious power of the box. I had thrown some pictures in the box and when I took them out I could see auras around the figures in the image. I have always been able to see auras in photographs, but now it seems to me that it is much easier to read the auras in an image when it has been placed in the box…I do not know what it is, I cannot explain it but when I write a statement on a sheet of paper and put it in the box, the statement is always true.”

Graciette was a guest speaker at the 1966 Giant Rock Interplanetary Spacecraft Convention in addition to a number of other ’60s saucer happenings such as Daniel Fry’s Understanding Conventions. At the “Understandorama” in Harmony Grove, California, in November 1964, Graciette hosted a forum called “My experiences aboard a spaceship”—although I could find little in the way of specifics regarding Graciette’s purported UFO contactee experience.

Throughout the ’70s, ’80s and ’90s, Graciette made a series of psychic predictions that often found their way into the pages of The National Enquirer. Here are some tantalizing highlights:

*A UFO base, thousands of years old, would be found deep in the Mexican desert.

*Vice President Quayle, attending a World Series game, would impulsively interfere with a play.

*A meteorite would crash into the White House Rose Garden, placing President and Mrs. Bush at risk from radiation.

*Actor Tom Cruise would lose his hair due to a stress-related illness.

As for her title of Miss Portugal—and of being some sort of “Countess”—the excellent Mexican UFO website “Marcianitos Verdes” could find no evidence to back up these claims and suspected that Graciette  had constructed them out of whole cloth.