Meeting the Andromes

I'm a contactee, experiencer and Milab, having had contact with over a dozen ET races both benevolent and malevolent.

A panel of experts dissected my case over a 2 year period and unanimously determined I was honest about my ET experiences and that they were legitimate.

Here I share my ET experiences with you...

My contact with the Andromes came about in a most unusual way.

Those of us who were Milabs were the "double agents" of the Angelics, sent to infiltrate the enemy camps or DUMBs. We were often forced to go on deep black military black ops missions and this was the case in my meeting the Andromes.

I was in the ocean, paired with a dolphin. Deep black military spooks floated next to us in a Kodiak raft and they were giving me instructions about a message/ultimatum I was to deliver to an undersea facility. I did not want to be delivering this message yet couldn't "blow my cover" so had to carry it out.

I was wearing only a wet suit and weight belt and for many years couldn't figure out why I hadn't drowned - until I learned they'd taught us to breathe in water.

The dolphin and I swam to quite a depth to this undersea facility and came up in a dolphin pool. In no way was I prepared for who I was to deliver this message/ultimatum to.

Watercolor by Mala Rama based on a sketch by Pat Jackson © Mala Rama

I found myself staring at an at least 10' tall alligator who was grinning at me.
Oh holy sh**, just deliver the message and get outta here before this thing eats you and the dolphin for lunch I thought to myself. Which caused the alligator to smile even more.

We delivered the message/ultimatum and got the hell out of Dodge.

My friend, James (Bartley) happened to be online and I told him about this black ops mission to the undersea facility. I left out the part about the 10' tall alligator. I'd just spent two years establishing my credibility and was afraid I'd destroy it if I mentioned something as preposterous as a 10' tall alligator, who walked upright, was telepathic and extremely intelligent.
But finally I did tell James about the alligator.

"Oh a yellow belly!" he said matter-of-factly.
"A WHAT?!!" I asked, now knowing I hadn't imagined this alligator.
"That's what the military calls them," James explained. "Yellow bellies".

I looked at the sketch I'd drawn. I had indeed drawn the alligator with a

yellow belly.

What I remembered most vividly from this experience was the word SIMI.

Neither myself, James nor any other of the Milabs I spoke to could figure

out what SIMI meant. Enter Maelto, my first Androme contact.

My sketch of Maelto

"You only remembered part of the word," he explained. "AsSIMIlation".

"Uh and just what am I being assimilated into?" I asked.
"Our society if you choose to be. But first we had to test your reaction to one of our Security force to see how you'd react to him."

"And why would you need to know how I'd react to him?"

"Because if you choose to, we'd like you to train in Security on one of our biospheres with our Security force for a future event. The choice is of course yours to make."

I was on the biosphere for one month but minutes in our time, training with the Yellow Bellies. I discovered they were absolutely delightful with great senses of humor.

This morning in writing this I found the following video of Alex Collier. I'd been told by one of my panel of experts that Alex had been consulted re: my Andromedan experiences and Alex had told him there's no way I couldl have told this expert what I had if I hadn't been to Andromeda, on their biosphere, etc.

In the following video, Alex's experience on the biosphere matches my own during my time spent on the biosphere.

Diagram of an Andromedan biosphere similar to the one I was on

Although the biosphere I was on wasn't as large as the 24 deck biosphere Alex was on, our descriptions of the ships and our experiences match.

When I first went aboard with Maelto, the parents would place themselves between myself and their children as a human shield to protect their kids from me. I know the wanna-be pretenders in the "Truther" community want to think the extraterrestrials all love us but that's simply not the case. As Alex said, they fear us. They have their Yellow Belly security force to protect them from us - namely, the unpredictability of our human emotions that scare the bejesus out of them.

It took awhile for the Andromes (pronounced And row mees, they're not called Andromedans) for them to realize I was no threat to them whatsoever and loved their kids as much as they did. Once the kids learned I carried treats around for them, they warmed right up to me. But the truth is we have a godawful reputation among the ET races as little more than unevolved violent barbarians.

I loved being on the Andromedan biosphere. Their ships are run just like their society is - everyone works together freely for the maintenance of the entire society. When not training in Security I was expected to pitch in and help in other areas of the ship to do my part - which I loved doing. I wanted the Andromes to begin to see Terrans in a new light, not that we were all violent barbarians.

As for their Yellow Belly Security force, they are non violent. They have both wands and hand held devices that will render anyone they perceive as a threat, unconscious until they can get themselves under control. You just touch them with the device and they go unconscious for a few minutes.

Eventually Aron (pronounced Ay ron) became my primary Androme contact because he is Jmmanuel's right hand man so I see him frequently. In fact, he's become like a father to me since my own father passed away.

Aron

Aron is also my ET languages instructor as he's a master linguist.

He's over 400 years old and has a wonderful family - wife, Adelinna; daughter, Allihana; and son, Achille.

They consider me family and I consider them family.

Aron is a blue skinned Androme whereas Maelto was of the Oriental Androme race, from which earth Orientals are descended.

Years after my black ops mission to the undersea facility I would get the most mind blowing confirmation.
In planning a trip to Hawaii, I'd contacted Joan Ocean, who conducts swims with wild dolphins on the Big island.

Somehow we got on the topic of dolphins being ET's. Joan's best friend Kinsley Jarret, who'd passed awa the previous year) had been a contactee as well. I'd sent Joan a copy of my trip to the undersea facility.
She said "OMG! You have to see Kinsley's sketch!"

Mind you, Kinsley had already passed away so I'd never even spoken to the man.

Kinsley's sketch of the undersea facility his ET contacts had taken him to

Same tubular elevator or lift on the left, same dolphin pools, same man working at a computer to the right. Even though we'd never met or spoken to one another, Kinsley and I drew nearly identical sketches of the respective undersea bases we'd both been taken to by our ET contacts.

To this day I remain very close to the Andromes.