As Milabs we were often forced to carry out black ops missions. Such was the case in my meeting the Andromes. (They're not called Andromedans but Andromes: pronounced And-row-mees.)
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I was in the sea, there was a slight chop to the water. I had been paired with a dolphin who was beside me. Black ops spooks in a black Kodiak raft were giving me instructions as to the mission I was to carry out. The dolphin and I were to swim to an undersea base and deliver a message/ultimatum to the occupants of the base. I didn't want to deliver this ultimatum but couldn't blow my "cover".
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I was dressed only in a black wetsuit and weight belt. I wore no air tanks or other scuba gear. I had a communication device of some kind attached behind one of my ears.
The dolphin and I swam quite a distance down to this undersea installation. I never understood how I didn't drown...until I learned the black ops spooks had taught us to breathe water.
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One wouldn't have known this undersea base was there unless they knew its location. It was camoflauged with holographic technology. The dolphin and I swam down a tunnel to get into this base and surfaced in a pool.
Based on a sketch by Pat Jackson. Watercolor by Mala Rama. â—‹Mala Rama
To the left of me was a tubular structure. A man in a white lab coat stood working at a computer of some kind. But in no way was I prepared for who or what I was to deliver this ultimatum to! Before me stood an alligator that was about 10' tall. It stood and walked upright. It was extremely intelligent and a telepathic communicator. It grinned at me, displaying a mouthful of very sharp teeth.
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Oh holy crap! I thought. Deliver this message and get the hell out of here before this thing eats me for lunch!
It's grin grew even wider. I delivered the message/ultimatum and the dolphin and I got out of Dodge.
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My friend James was online and I told him what had just happened. I didn't say anything about the alligator. I'd just spent two years establishing my credibility and I was afraid if I told him "There was this alligator that stood and walked upright..." I'd lose every ounce of credibility I'd just gained.
But finally I did tell him about the alligator.
"Oh a Yellow Belly," he replied matter-if-factly.
"Wait...a WHAT?"
"Yellow Belly. That's what the military calls them." Sure enough, I'd sketched the alligator with a yellow belly.
What I remembered most distinctly about this experience was the word "SIMI". Neither James nor I could figure out what SIMI meant - nor could any other Milabs we consulted.
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A couple months passed and then I had an ET visitor. He looked Oriental and said his name was Maelto and that he was an Androme.
He said the Andromes had 'hijacked' that black ops mission in order to test me to get my emotional reaction to seeing one of their Yellow Bellies for the first time. Would I go postal or take it in stride? (The Andromes greatly fear our human emotions and the unpredictability of them)
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"And you only remembered part of the word," he explained. "AsSIMIlation."
"What am I being assimilated into?" I asked.
"Our society if you're agreeable to that," Maelto replied.
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He explained the Andromes wanted me to train with their Yellow Belly security force on one of their biospheres, for a future event. Would I be interested in doing that? (Is the Pope Catholic?)
I was about to leave for Hawaii and had contacted a gal named Joan Ocean about swimming with dolphins. She and I somehow got on the topic of cetaceans being ET's. I sent her the sketch I'd made of my trip to the undersea base. She explained she had a sketch to send me, that had been made by her best friend, Kinsley Jarret who'd also been a contactee but had died the year previously.
I gasped when I saw Kinsley's sketch of an undersea facility he'd been taken to.
Kinsley and I had never met, never even spoken to one another. Yet our sketches were nearly identical. Same tubular lift on the left, same man working at a computer, same dolphin pools. Our sketches being virtually identical should have been impossible.
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I did spend time on the Andromedan biosphere and loved every minute of it. While the Yellow Bellies certainly look ferocious, they aren't. They were wonderful with great senses of humor and completely non-violent with their security measures.
If someone got out of control, a hand held device or wand was used to simply touch the person, painlessly making them unconscious until they could be calmed down when coming to again. Yes, I allowed them to do it to me and it felt as though I'd simply gone to sleep and woken up again.
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The ship was run just like Andromedan society is - everyone freely doing their part to keep the ship running smoothly. When not training in security I was expected to spend some time helping out elsewhere on the ship. But it wasn't like work here. Everyone aboard took great joy in this extra work and helping out - as I did myself.
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Andromes fear Terrans and I wanted to show them not all of us were violent barbarians that they had to fear. It took a bit of time to prove this to them...but once the kids discovered I carried treats for them with me, they lost all fear of me.
Like any other command ship, the biosphere was completely self sustaining. It actually looked as though someone had picked up a chunk of one of the inhabited planets in the Andromedan Galaxy and plopped it down on the ship. There were mountains, streams, lakes, fields, forests that looked much like ours on earth.
The Andromes are huge animal lovers so it wasn't at all rare to see a bird flying over your head as you went down the ship hallways. Yet the ship was immaculately clean.
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What I really got a kick out of were the pets the kids had. There's an Andromedan name for them that I've since forgotten, I just called them puppy dog worms.
They were 4" to 6" long, had segmented bodies like a worm but hair that resembled a caterpillar's and a head that looked just like the head of a puppy dog. They behaved just like a puppy and rode around on the kids' shoulders. Cutest damn things I'd ever seen.
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I thoroughly enjoyed my time on the biosphere and the new friends I made. And I hope the Andromes saw that not all Terrans are violent barbarians.
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Because of all the disinformation on the Internet now, most believe all Andromes are blue skinned. That's not the case at all. There are many different species of Andromes. The Oriental-looking Andromes are who earth Oriental races evolved from. There are white skinned Andromes and even an aquatic race.
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We tend to think of earth as a melting pot of races. It's even more the case out in the cosmos and all of our origins lie in space, not earth.
I now have another Androme contact as well on the ship, named Aron.
(Pronounced Ay-ron) He is Jmmanuel's right hand man and like a second father to me. He's also a master linguist and my ET languages instructor.
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Aron's partner is Adelinna. They have a daughter, Ahlihana and a son, Achille. All but Ahilhana live on the New Jerusalem.