Based on a sketch by Pat Jackson
Watercolor by Mala Rama
©Mala Rama
Meeting the Yellow Bellies
As a Milab we were often sent on black ops missions. On this particular mission I found myself in the sea with a dolphin beside me. Military spooks in a Kodiak raft were giving me instructions re: a message/ultimatum I was to deliver to an undersea base. I felt dread at having to deliver this message/ultimatum. I didn't want to but at the same time, knew I couldn't blow the "double agent" cover of we Milabs.
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I was dressed only in a wetsuit and weight belt and had some kind of communication device attached to one of my ears. I had on no tanks, face mask, snorkel, nothing.
The dolphin and I swam quite a distance down to the bottom of the sea. The entrance to this undersea base was holographically hidden to look as though it were just part of the sea structure. You'd had to have known precisely where you were going in order to find the entrance.
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The clolphin and I swam through the entrance and a tunnel, surfacing in a pool within this undersea base. In no way was I prepared for who or what I was to deliver this ultimatum to.
Standing before me was an alligator that stood at least 10' tall. It was bipedal, stood upright. It was telepathic and extremely intelligent.
And it just stood there, grinning at me with all those razor sharp teeth.
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Deliver the damn message and get the hell outta here before this thing eats you for lunch! I thought. Forgetting the gator was telepathic and read thoughts. It grinned at me with an even bigger grin.
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The dolphin and I got out of Dodge in record speed.
After the mission was over what I remembered most distinctly was the word SIMI.
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I happened to find my friend, James (Bartley) online and told him what had just happened. I left out the part about the alligator. I'd just spent 2 years with the panel who decided I was legitimate and didn't want to destroy my credibility by telling James "Ummm, there was this like 10' tall alligator..."
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After talking a bit, I decided to tell James about the alligator.
"Oh, a Yellow Belly" he said matter-of-factly.
"WAIT! A WHAT?!!"
"A Yellow Belly. That's what the military calls them." (Well I'll be damned...)
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I'd later come across accounts from 2 others that had encountered the Yellow Bellies.
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A couple days later, I had my first Andromedan contact by and Androme named Maelto.
Maelto explained the Andromes had more or less hijacked that black ops mission for their own purposes.
"What purpose was that?" I asked.
"To see how you'd react to one of our security force, the alligator as you call him." Maelto replied.
"Why did you need to see how I'd react to it?"
"To test your emotional response."
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(The Andromes fear the unpredictabliity of our Terran emotions and emotional responses. The Yellow Bellies are their security force to protect them from us.)
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"So did I pass your test?" I asked.
"You reacted admirably. Therefore, I'd like to
offer you an opportunity to train with our Security force on one of our biospheres," Maelto explained. This was for a future event that I later found confirmation of in writing.
"By the way," Maelto added. "You only got part of the word...AsSIMIlation."
"What was I being assimilated into exactly?"
"Andromedan society."
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Maelto explained I'd lived in the Andromedan galaxy for a time. I did have intact memories of that and with Maelto's help made more sense of them. I was told by one of the panel that reviewd my case that he'd consulted Alex Collier about me. Apparently Alex told him there's no way I could've known everything about the Andromes that I did unless I HAD met the Andromes and was familiar with the planets in the Andromedan galaxy and life on them.
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At any rate, I spent a month on an Andromedan biosphere training in Security with the Yellow Bellies. They are absolutely charming with fantastic senses of humor. And they are non violent - at least with me and everyone else I saw them interact with they were.
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The Andromedan biosphere was incredible and was very similar to the sketches below:
© Bert & Denise Twiggs
© Bert & Denise Twiggs
It was as though the Andromes had plunked down landscape from their planet right onto their biosphere. It was incredibly beautiful.
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Everyone had a job but besides their job the Andromes ran their ship the way they ran their society - everyone freely contributing to the maintenance of the whole. When one wasn't working their assigned job, they were to lend a helping hand in keeping the ship maintained and running. I enjoyed this aspect of shipboard life as much as I enjoyed training with the Yellow Bellies in Security. It was a though no one saw this as "work". They took great joy in contributing freely for everyone's benefit.
The only glitch I did have aboard was with the Androme crew. Terrans have horrible reputations among the ET's so the Androme parents would initially use their bodies as human shields, placing themselves in front of their children to protect them from me.
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Eventually though they came to realize I'd do nothing to ever harm one of their children. Soon the kids were rushing up to me without hestiation - probably because they discovered I carried little treats for them with me. LOL
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I thoroughly loved every minute I spent on the Andromedan biosphere - and the Andromes themselves.
(They're not called Andromedans, the refer to themselves as Andromes. Pronounced And row mees.
The Yellow Bellies and I became fast friends as well and I'd have future encounters with them.
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As I mentioned in my Mexico mission article, Jmmanuel went me to Hawaii the following year.
I happened to run across a woman named Joan Ocean who holds wild dolphin swims on the Big Island so I looked her up.
We got to talking about how dolphins were ET's and I told her about my mission to the undersea base with the dolphin. I also showed her the sketch of that undersea base.
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She became very excited and explained her best friend, Kinsley Jarrett had also been taken to an undersea ship and had drawn a sketch of his trip there. Joan sent me his sketch. Unfortunately, Kinsley had died the year before so I was never able to speak with him.
I nearly fell off my chair when I saw Kinsley's sketch as compared to my own.
© Joan Ocean
Same tubular lfit/elevator on the left, same dolphin pools, a man working at a computer devide on the right. Yet Kinsley and I had never met, spoken, or even known of each other's existence at the time we drew our respective sketches. How does one logically explain that?