A — The worker caste does the daily chores, mopping the latex floors, cleaning the cages, bringing food to the hungry people and other species. It is their job to formulate the proper mixture for the type one and type two beings that the Draco Race has created. The working caste work at the labs as well as at the computer banks. Basically speaking, the reptilian races are active at all levels of the Dulce Base. There are several different ‘races‘ of aliens that work on the east section of level six (No doubt some collaborating ‘Nordic’ factions included. – Branton).
That section is commonly called “the alien section.” The Draco are the undisputed masters of the 5-6-7 levels. The humans are second in command of those levels. I had to ARGUE with one large Draconian ‘boss‘ frequently. His name is difficult to verbalize, Khaarshfashst [pronounced throaty kkhhah-sshh-fahsh-sst]. I usually called him ‘Karsh,’ and he hated it.
The Draconian leaders are very formal when talking to the human race. These ancient beings consider us a lower race. Karsh called me “Leader Castello,” but it was used in a sarcastic way.
However, the worker caste is friendly enough, as long as you allow them to speak first. They will answer if you address them. They are very cautious beings and consider most humans to be hostile. They always seem surprised when they found many of the humans were open and trustworthy. There is no fraternizing with the aliens off hours. It is forbidden to speak to any alien race [in the halls or an elevator] without a clear business oriented reason. Humans can talk to humans, and aliens can speak to aliens, but that is as far as it goes.
At the work site, however, it’s different. There is “free speech” in the labs. The camaraderie found in the labs also reaches the computer banks section. In those areas, everybody talks to anybody. However, everything changes the minute you cross the threshold of the hall. Instantly, all conversations become strictly formal. Hard as it was, several times I had to arrest someone, simply because they spoke to an alien. It’s a strange place.
Q — Exactly what first made you aware that something was wrong at Dulce? It seems to me that a place as obviously horrible as this one wouldn’t need an Einstein to know that this is a CRIME site! What took you so long? Are you the guy who blew the whistle?
A — There are several things you should know about. I took an oath, under the penalty of death, that no matter what I saw or heard I would never divulge the information. Also, I signed a waiver that states I would willingly give up my life if I was found guilty of ‘treason‘. At the Dulce Base treason is “ANYTHING that mentions the details of daily operations at this facility, when outside the confinement of this base.
” When I first arrived, a “need to know” policy was in effect. The story the ‘honchos‘ told us was that “this is a Tri-Biotransfer Facility with Advanced Technology, doing advanced adventurous methodology for medical and mental gains.” Which is a fancy way of saying they do really risky things with human life just to see what would happen? If a medical cure happens, it will be heralded on the surface of the earth as a marvelous new cure, saying it was found after years of research at some well known medical lab. The real story of the cure is never explained.
After all, the Dulce Base IS A SECRET FACILITY! These people are very good at what they do. They do not tell the truth about the unfortunate people that end up in “Nightmare Hall.” I worked with aliens. With that in mind, you should get the idea of the secrecy and the security at that place. Yes, I know this was not the usual hospital type job site, but in the beginning, I ‘bought‘ the whole package. I was reminded daily by intercom, in the elevators, that “this site does high risk advanced medical and drug testing to cure insanity, please, never speak to the inmates, it can destroy years of work.” I’m sensible, when doctors say don’t speak to them, who was I to destroy the delicate situation? But one man somehow caught my eye. He repeatedly stated that he was George S—- and that he had been kidnapped and he was sure someone was searching for him.
I don’t know why he sticks in my mind, I found I was remembering his face, thinking he sure didn’t look or sound insane, but many inmates said that. The next weekend I convinced a friend of mine, a cop, to run a check on the guy, saying I had a run-in with him and was curious. I didn’t mention the base at all. It was a sickening feeling when the computer confirmed that George S. was missing. What’s worse, the cops thought he was just another guy that got tired of the daily grind and split. That was the beginning. Am I the one that blew the whistle? No.
The next Monday, I searched for George, but he was gone. There were no records that explained what happened to him. It was another security officer that came to me saying he and some lab workers wanted an off duty meeting at one of the tunnels, [off the record]. Curiosity took over and I said OK. That night, about nine men showed up. They said they knew they were risking me turning them in but they wanted to show me some things they thought I should see. One by one they showed records that proved many inmates were missing people.
There were newspaper clippings and even photos that they had somehow smuggled into the base. They hoped to smuggle them back out, without me turning them into the honchos. I could see the fear in their faces as they spoke. One man stated he would rather lose his life by trying than to lose his soul by not doing anything at all. It was that remark that turned the tide. I told them about George and the things I found out about him. After a few hours, we pledged to attempt to expose the Dulce Base.
Q — The name Nightmare Hall is descriptive, but surely there was a ‘regular‘ name, what was it called in the manuals?
A — In the manuals, it was called “The Vivarium“. It describes Dulce Base as a “secured facility for tending bio-forms of all types.” In their report, it is retold as “a private subterranean bio-terminal park, with accommodations for animals, fish, fowl, reptile, and mankind.” After SEEING this ‘park‘ the name Nightmare Hall is far more accurate than the manual. The ‘accommodations‘ for the inmates at Nightmare Hall fall short of the pretty picture the manual describes.
Q — You mentioned one reptilian leader, Khaarshfashst, do you know anything about him, like where is he from? Is he from Earth or some other planet?
A — His name means “keeper of the laws”. They receive their name after they reach the “age of awareness“. They do not recognize time as an important factor in “being aware” the way humans do. Upon their “age of awareness” they are cognitive of the station or position they are destined to fulfill. At that time they chose or allow someone to choose their name.
Their name will include the position they hold and several personally chosen letters. Each letter has a personal meaning, known only to the alien and the one that chose their name. Since Karsh’s name means keeper of the laws his name includes kaash [memory or keep, base word for ‘Akashic’ record] and fashst [law, base word fast or bind]. Reptilians choose to be not only private but secretive of the location of their natal place. To them birth, or the emergence of life, is considered as one of the sacred rites of life.
They consider Earth or Terra their “home planet“, but several reptoids discuss several star maps. Most of those stars were within the Milky Way. Within those star maps lies the stars and planets of, the Planets of the Allegiance. Earth is one of the planets in their trade routes.
If any human asked clear questions about the Allegiance, the Aliens referred the questions to the Draco. The Draco, in turn, referred the questions to their supervisor [me]. I did not have that information about the stars, because the information was supplied on a “need to know” basis. I didn’t ‘need‘ that information.
Q — Did any of the working caste join in the revolt? Could you give me some names?