And what was once frozen is beginning to speak. They; “the power that be”,
told you Antarctica was nothing more than an uninhabited desert of ice, a forgotten margin of the earth, sterile and lifeless. The size of Europe.
A hotspot for world leaders and elites meet, people like Obama, Bidon, Lagarde our head of the EU central bank and many more to talk, exchange information get their instructions.
But the truth is far older, far stranger, and far more powerful than the world has been allowed to remember.
Antarctica is not the end of the world. It is the beginning. It
has served for eons as a cosmic axis, a planetary gateway hidden in plain sight.
A place where timelines once converged. Where celestial emissaries walked the earth beneath the auroras and where ancient civilizations, long erased from your history books, anchored energies that were never meant to be disturbed.
We have to hurry, a polar shift is now eminent and when it happen will destroy the mythical part of antarctica with the libraries.
It is also connected with the 450.000 years history of the Anunnaki and remetance of them still waiting.( Ilatt lithium historical disks) See info at the end.
/ @soulcompass444
Transcript
[Music]
Beneath the eternal ice of Antarctica, something ancient stirs.
For decades, we were told it was just a barren wasteland, untouched, lifeless,
forgotten. But what if that was never the truth?
What if under the thick, silent veil of snow lies a fortress? Not of this earth.
The truth was never lost. It was simply frozen. Until now, the ice is thinning both in the physical world and within the veils that once shrouded human memory as the earth rises in frequency.
Ancient truths long buried in silence now begin to whisper again. And those who are ready can hear from across the galactic corridors through time bent dimensions and starlet timelines.
A voice emerges clear, luminous, unwavering. It is the voice of valor, a being of the Pleiadean collective carried forth by the sacred current of Lady Natada whose presence bridges the celestial and the terrestrial.
This is not a message meant for the masses. It is a transmission directed at those who
have awakened from the dream, the star seeds, the ones who always felt the cold
winds of Antarctica calling them in their dreams.
Original video/link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DI_sq1I61D0
The ones who carry within their DNA a map to lost worlds and ancient alliances.
Four.
Beneath the frozen stillness of the South Pole lies more than ice. There, hidden beneath layers of engineered forgetfulness, sleeps a history so profound it could fracture the illusion that has held this world in place for centuries.
A buried empire, a secret war, a cosmic covenant fractured. Valor speaks now,
not as a savior, but as a mirror, reflecting the ancient knowing within those who have eyes to see and hearts prepared to remember.
This message is encoded with frequency, not just words. It is a key meant to unlock what was sealed away when Earth fell into amnesia.
What lies beneath the Antarctic ice is not simply physical. It is symbolic.
It represents everything that has been hidden from you. Truths about your origins, your galactic heritage.
And the power structures that have long manipulated humanity from the shadows, This moment, this transmission is not merely a disclosure. It is a ritual of remembrance, a cosmic unveiling.
And as you listen, not with your ears, but with your inner light, you will begin to feel the pulse of ancient memory awaken within your veil is no longer intact.
And what was once frozen is beginning to speak. They told you Antarctica was nothing more than an uninhabited desert of ice, a forgotten margin of the earth, sterile and lifeless.
But the truth is far older, far stranger, and far more powerful than the world has been allowed to remember. Antarctica is not the end of the world. It is the beginning.
It has served for eons as a cosmic axis, a planetary gateway hidden in plain sight.
A place where timelines once converged. Where celestial emissaries walked the earth beneath the auroras and where ancient civilizations, long erased from your history books, anchored energies that were never meant to be disturbed.
But they were disturbed. In secret, those who feared the rise of human consciousness veiled Antarctica in silence. They buried its ancient archives beneath kilometers of engineered ice.
They sealed its gateways with treaties and disinformation, diverting attention with cold winds and hostile myths.
Yet energy never sleeps, and memory cannot be frozen forever. As the vibrational tide of Earth now surges upward, the frequency locks around these hidden places begin to dissolve.
Light pours into what was cloaked in shadow. And Antarctica, the most forbidden of lands, awakens as a beacon once more.
Beneath the ice, structures pulse with dormant codes, temples of crystallin technology, halls etched with star ore, and networks of tunnels leading not just through the planet.
But beyond it, it is a living archive, a cosmic seed vault preserved not just in form, but in vibration.
And it is no coincidence that this sacred continent was chosen by forces both of the light and of the dark.
For Antarctica is a planetary chessboard upon which multi-dimensional players have moved in silence for generations.
Each vine to control the outcome of Earth’s destiny. But the tide now is turning.
No longer is this land a frozen prison. It is becoming a radiant threshold through which the human species must pass to reclaim its truth.
Because what is buried beneath the South Pole is not just ancient technology or alien architecture.
It is a mirror of our collective forgetting.
And now it reflects the spark of our remembering.
Beneath the crystallin silence of Antarctica, far below the windswept plains of snow and the sculpted ridges of ancient ice.
There lies a world that was never meant to be found.
A subterranean empire, a hidden citadel carved not by time or nature, but by human hands guided by other worldly minds in the shadows of the Second World War.
While the world’s attention was gripped by chaos and fire, a breakaway faction of
Nazi Germany vanished into the unknown.
Their destination, the icy abyss of the South Pole. Their mission, not survival,
but continuity, not escape, but transformation. Drawn by ancient maps and whispers of volcanic warmth beneath the frozen crust, they descended into massive subglacial caverns, spaces untouched by sunlight, yet alive with geothermal breath.
There they began to construct what would become a fortress beyond time, hidden from the gaze of nations and history alike.
This was no mere military outpost. It was a dark ark, a sprawling subterranean hive of
activity and ambition. Vast tunnels spiraled deep into the earth, connecting underground cities where mines and machines merged in secrecy.
Hangers bore witness to technologies that defied gravity. Craft that shimmered with reversed magnetism and the eerie hum of unearthly propulsion.
Laboratories whispered with forbidden experiments. Hybrid sciences that fused
biology with vibration, consciousness with control.
These chambers were lit not by fire, but by the glow of devices long erased from the collective memory of mankind, and all of it, sealed beneath a prison of ice.
Few know that the geothermal veins running through this part of Antarctica.
Hot rivers beneath the frozen skin were used to create self-sustaining ecosystems,
artificial climates, controlled pressure zones, and atmospheric regulators allowed these underground cities to thrive. Free energy devices.
In silence, what was created there was not only advanced, it was unknowable by the standards of the surface world.
Shielded by ice, protected by treaties, cloaked in denial.
And yet the earth remembers the frequency of this place has begun to pulse again, calling to those who carry the resonance of ancient knowing.
Because beneath the illusion of snow and secrecy, a great mechanism stirs, awaiting the moment it may once again meet the eyes of a world no longer blind.
But such an operation so vast, so hidden, so far beyond the technological means of its time, could not have been built by human hands alone.
From the icy silence of the void, others came, entities not of Earth, but of ancient
origin. beings who had watched humanity from behind the veil, waiting for an opportune moment to strike alliances, not through diplomacy, but through shadow.
Among these were the reptilians, a species older than the current age of mankind, tied not only to distant stars like Orion and Draco, but to Earth itself, from a forgotten epic.
They were not strangers to this planet. They were remnants of a former dominion drawn by the dark magnetism of the Nazi ideology.
Its obsession with control, hierarchy, and purity.
The reptilian faction extended its cold hand, and it was accepted.
Thus began an alliance forged not in light, but in mutual ambition.
A covenant between dissident humans and an ancient extraterrestrial empire.
The reptilians offered knowledge, technological blueprints etched in alien logic far beyond anything conceived by wartime engineers. They shared access to vibrational weaponry, anti-gravity propulsion, mind control frequencies, and DNA manipulation techniques that could alter the very threat of human evolution.
More than just knowledge, they gave strategic direction. where to build, how to tunnel through the ice, how to use geothermal currents to create stable underground sanctuaries, how to cloak entire installations from satellite and psychic detection.
To the German breakaway faction, these gifts were salvation.
To the reptilians, they were an investment, a foothold on Earth, protected beneath layers of secrecy and diplomatic denial.
Together, they constructed a stronghold, not just a physical base, but an interdimensional command center where advanced experiments could be conducted away from
the prying eyes of the surface, where new species could be crafted, where agendas could be coordinated, and where silence was law.
This alliance birthed not only technology, but ideology, a shared vision of planetary control through manipulation and fear, and a base.
Beneath Antarctica became the seed of a much larger plan, a hidden empire buried in ice, but vibrating through the very fabric of modern human society.
In the quiet aftermath of war, when the world was still catching its breath from the fires of global conflict, an unusual expedition was launched.
Operation High Jump, a massive military deployment under the guise of scientific research, set sail for Antarctica in 1946. But this was no ordinary mission.
It was led by Admiral Richard E. Bird, a man whose reputation for bravery masked a deeper purpose, to uncover what truly lay beneath the southern ice.
The official narrative spoke of cold weather training and cartographic studies, but those who watched from the shadows knew better.
The fleet carried warships, aircraft, and thousands of troops, not for exploration, but for confrontation.
Because whispers had reached the highest echelons of command. Rumors of advanced technologies hidden beneath the pole of a surviving German presence and of something else, something non-human.
What happened next has been cloaked in mystery, denied by officials, and buried beneath redacted documents.
But the truth, like the ice, cannot hold forever.
As the fleet approached the icy frontier, strange phenomena began to unfold.
Flying discs, shimmering silver, eerily silent, rose from beneath the ice and out of the sea.
They moved with impossible speed, shifting direction with no inertia, defying every known law of physics we know.
Some bore symbols that echoed the swastika. Others carried no mark at all.
Only the weight of alien design. These craft unleashed beams of pure energy. Technologies decades, if not centuries, ahead of anything known.
Ships were disabled. Aircraft fell from the skies. Electronic systems failed without warning. The soldiers, armed for a conventional conflict, were powerless.
What they encountered was not a remnant of the past, but a weapon from another timeline.
A fusion of human ambition and extraterrestrial precision. Within weeks, Operation High Jump was abruptly terminated.
The mighty fleet retreated, bruised, not just in body, but in spirit.
They had stared into the eyes of an invisible empire, an empire veiled beneath the ice, protected by forces beyond comprehension.
In a rare moment of candor, Admiral Bird hinted at what he had seen, he warned of enemy craft capable of traveling pole to pole in mere minutes, and of a technology so advanced it could conquer the skies of any nation.
But his words were quickly buried beneath secrecy. The world moved on. But Antarctica did not forget what had emerged from beneath the ice was more than a threat.
It was a revelation.
And for those attuned to the frequency of truth, it marked a turning point.
A silent war had begun. One not of bullets or borders, but of control, memory, and the destiny of Earth itself.
What followed the silent defeat in the icy, void of Antarctica was not open war, but something far more insidious, a pact born in shadows.
When the great powers, the United States and the Soviet Union, realized what truly lay beneath the southern ice, they did not speak of it.
They did not warn the world. They chose instead to negotiate. For behind the curtains of diplomacy, secret emissaries were sent, not to map the terrain, but to meet with those who had claimed it.
The breakaway German faction, now fortified by extraterrestrial alliances, held leverage far beyond mere weapons.
They possessed technology, crafts that could vanish from radar, devices that could control thought, engines that could bend time. And so unseen hands signed forbidden treaties.
Agreements were made in deep underground rooms carved out from ice.
But from compromise, the terms were chilling, non-disclosure.
The truth about Antarctica, the base and its non-human occupants would be buried.
Non-aggression. There would be no further military intrusion. Exchange in return for silence and submission.
Fragments of advanced technology would be shared. From this web of quiet betrayal, Project Paperclip was born.
On the surface, it appeared as the relocation of German scientists. But beneath the veil, it was a transfer of knowledge seated.
In secrecy, engineers who had walked the halls of the Antarctic fortress were brought into the heart of the American military-industrial complex, not as prisoners but as architects.
And what they built there, rockets, propulsion systems, neurological interfaces, being only the surface layer of what had truly been discovered.
These collaborations sparked a new kind of cold war, one fought not for territory, but for possession of alien inheritance.
Both the US and the USSR raced not to the moon, but to the memory of what was seen under the ice.
They reverse engineered what fragments they could, desperate to level a playing field that had already slipped into the hands of an invisible regime.
The Antarctic base, meanwhile, remained untouched, a sovereign zone beyond the reach of
treaties and international law, protected not by walls, but by the terror of knowing what lies within.
And so the illusion was maintained. Treaties were signed, secrets were buried, and an entire generation was raised beneath a sky, carefully edited.
But Antarctica remembered, and the cold silence beneath its surface held more than machinery. It held the truth of a planet exchanged for silence.
But the breakaway German faction was never the master of the empire beneath the ice. They were its instrument, a vessel molded and maneuvered by a far older force.
At the heart of the Antarctic stronghold pulsed a darker intelligence, one not born of Earth’s surface, but of her forgotten epics, the reptilian faction, ancient beings of formidable intellect and unyielding hierarchy.
Their agenda was not conquest through fire. It was control through fear, through infiltration, through the silent reshaping of consciousness itself.
They did not seek to raise flags or build empires in the open.
They preferred shadows, subtle manipulations, deep psychological warfare, and the slow
construction of invisible dominions.
Beneath the ice, they found the perfect cradle for such ambitions.
The dissident German forces already steeped in a cult knowledge and hierarchical
discipline became their willing pawns.
In exchange for knowledge, they offered loyalty. In exchange for technology, they offered obedience. Together, they birthed a hybrid power structure.
Military minds fused with alien intent. The base became a living machine humming
with dark potential.
And from this seed, a hidden empire blossomed.
Not above Earth, but below it. The reptilians did not simply teach technology.
They taught how to manipulate perception, how to infiltrate dreams, how to fracture the mind into programmable fragments.
Thus began the earliest iterations of what would later be known as mind control programs crafted in caverns lit by bioluminescent panels and psychotronic devices.
In the deepest levels of this fortress, genetic experiments were conducted not for healing, but for domination, DNA was spliced, consciousness was mapped, and entire hybrid beings were created to serve the agenda of control.
And when the stars called, their eyes turned upward. Here in these halls of secrecy, the foundations of the secret space programs were laid.
Fleets were conceptualized. Vessels were built, not under the name of any nation.
But under the banner of a hidden cosmic alliance, one that stretched far beyond Earth, the reptilian overlords remained veiled, revered by some as gods, feared by others as demons.
They required no temples, no sermons. Their church was the mind and their altar was obedience while government squabbled above.
The true power moved in silence below, crafting, influencing, orchestrating events from behind the veil. Not all reptilian beings across the stars share this darkness.
But the faction entrenched beneath the Antarctic ice carried a singular vision to preserve their dominion not through invasion, but through integration.
To shape humanity not by force but by infection of thought. The slow corrosion of sovereignty from within and for decades their plan unfolded undetected.
But the earth is rising now. The light is pouring in. And what once ruled from the shadows begins to tremble in the dawn in the vast theater of cosmic interaction.
Not all who came to earth wore the same face nor held the same intention.
Yes, there were those who manipulated, who sought control through fear and domination. But there were others, silent watchers, travelers of light, beings whose essence resonated not with conquest, but with compassion.
Among them were humanoid visitors from distant star systems, some from Aldebaran, others from forgotten constellations whose names linger only in the dreams of star seeds.
They observed humanity not as a resource to be exploited but as a sleeping lineage
of sovereign creators waiting to awaken.
And yet even in the stars there are divisions. Some of these beings despite their appearance of benevolence were not truly aligned with the harmonious flow of cosmic law.
They stood apart from the Pleiadean collective whose mission has long been rooted in conscious elevation and galactic unity.
During the turbulent years of the Second World War, while some non-a terrestrial factions flirted with authoritarian regimes, the true Pleiadeans, those of crystallin heart and radiant mind, watched in sorrow, they did not intervene with force, for their path is one of free will and spiritual permission.
But what they witnessed carved itself into their collective memory.
The misuse of star knowledge, the distortion of sacred geometry into symbols of oppression, the manipulation of galactic truths into tools of domination.
These were not acts of alignment. These were wounds and the Pleiadeans have returned to heal them.
Their current mission is not conquest nor salvation from above. It is remembrance to stir within humanity the ancient frequencies that were silenced to correct the karmic imbalances of non-intervention to offer guidance not governance support not control.
They come now not as watchers but as cosmic kin brothers and sisters star bonded soul connected reaching through dimensions to whisper to those who are ready to reclaim their light.
Their presence is subtle. It arrives in intuition, in dreams, in the gentle pull toward truth.
They do not seek worship. They seek your awakening because they know when earth remembers what it truly is.
No empire above or below can hold her anymore. Even in a world veiled by secrecy, truth finds a way to echo, not through official channels, but through symbols, stories, and screens.
For decades, the collective consciousness has been quietly seated. Not through disclosure, but through fiction.
Because what the mind resists, the imagination accepts. And through this subtle opening, revelation begins. Look closely at the patterns woven into your most iconic films and shows.
Not merely entertainment, but messages in plain sight. A whispered preparation for what
the soul already knew, but the mind could not yet hold.
In Alien 1979, a single line of dialogue is easily overlooked. A starship calls not to Houston, not to New York, but to the Antarctic Traffic Control Center, a strange and passing reference dismissed by most, but for those with eyes to see, it was a glimpse into an alternate future, a reality where Antarctica is not remote.
But central, the thing, 1982. A shape-shifting terror uncovered in the frozen wasteness.
A presence buried beneath the ice. Ancient and intelligent, resisting every attempt at understanding.
A reflection perhaps of truths frozen in secrecy, waiting for the brave to dig too deep.
Alien versus Predator 2004.
A lost pyramid buried beneath Antarctica, where ancient beings once waged war beneath the polar crust.
Here, myth collides with science fiction, blurring the line between archetype and memory.
Even the X-Files, that modern oracle of the arcane, sent its characters into the
white silence to find buried alien craft, viral enigmas, and truths no government would dare utter aloud.
Why Antarctica? Why do these stories return again and again to the bottom of the
world? Because the psyche remembers what history erased. Because humanity’s deeper knowing, its collective subconscious is already awakening.
And so the truth began to speak in metaphor.
Not everyone was meant to see. Not then.
But for the star seed, for the awakened, for the ones whose dreams have always been haunted by snow and stars, these cultural echoes were activation codes seated in the imagination to stir what lay dormant.
The media, often a tool of manipulation, has at times been used by the very forces it sought to suppress the cosmic irony.
Those who wish to hide the truth also felt compelled to confess it, if only through veiled narrative.
And so what was cloaked in fiction becomes at last recognized as memory.
Now, as the veils thin and timelines unravel, what was once called science fiction is revealed for what it has always been.
A reflection of hidden realities, a preparation for disclosure, rehearsal for remembering. The ice is melting, not just in Antarctica.
But within the corridors of collective memory, what was buried beneath frost and silence was never meant to stay hidden forever. It was waiting for frequency, not time.
And now as Earth frequency is rising, the resonance of truth begins to pierce the illusion.
This is not just a revelation of places or events. It is the unfolding of planetary ascension, a dimensional shift, a soul-level remembering.
Antarctica, so long frozen in secrecy, now reflects a deeper thaw. The dissolution of veils, the breaking of the psychic ice that once bound humanity to forgetfulness.
The great unraveling is not chaos. It is liberation. And you, the awakened ones, the star seeds scattered across time, are not here by accident.
You are the dreamers seated with memory. You are the beacons who feel truth before it is spoken. But in this hour of unveiling, you are not asked to fight. You are asked to anchor.
To remain rooted in your heart, steady in your frequency, unwavering in your love. Because as the veil lifts, shadows will flail. Not because they are powerful, but because they are fading.
And fading things often roar before they vanish. Let the winds of disclosure blow, but let them not shake your essence. Let the revelations rise from the ice, but let your gaze remain inward where the true compass lives.
You are not here to fear the truth. You are here to transmute it, to take the weight of
forgotten wars, hidden empires, ancient manipulations, and turn it into wisdom, into clarity, into freedom.
This is not just the lifting of secrecy. It is the beginning of a new epic.
A time when humanity will no longer look up and wonder, but look within and remember.
You stand now at the threshold of a new earth, not built by governments or machines, but by frequency, vision, and awakened hearts.
And from this moment forward, nothing hidden can remain in the dark.
For the light is no longer coming. It is already here. The moment has arrived. Not in some distant future, not in prophecy’s shadow.
Now, humanity stands on the precipice of remembrance, called to reclaim its cosmic heritage, to rise not just as a species, but as a sovereign interstellar consciousness.
The truths long buried about your divine DNA, your multi-dimensional nature, the illusion of linear time, the living architecture of your solar system, and the vast untapped spiritual potential encoded within your being will no longer remain hidden.
These revelations will not come from institutions or doctrines, but from the deepest chambers of your soul.
Because the universe has always been within you, the Pleiadean collective does not return to rule. They return to remind, to hold a mirror before you so that you may see who you truly are, creators, architects of light, the forgotten bloodline of the stars, the secrets that once shackled you in darkness.
Those very secrets have shaped your resilience, honed your intuition, and carved space within you for wisdom to emerge. Now the ice breaks, the shadows fall, and what rises is the human spirit in its original brilliance.
The return to the higher realms is not a destination. It is a homecoming. And as you step forward with open hearts and luminous intent, know this. Miracles await. Not outside of you, but wherever your soul dares to awaken fully.
The ice has spoken. The veil has lifted. And now the remembering begins. Let this message echo not in your ears, but in your frequency. We will see you in the next transmission.
Peace, light, and the infinite unfolding of truth. Until then, remain awakened, remain sovereign, remain whole.
Who is who on planet earth really?
Alien cultures on panet earth are in conflict over who’s agenda will be
followed for this planet.
All the while mind control is being used to keep humans in place, artificially of course, especially since the forties.
The Dulce complex is a joint U.S.[?] Government and Alien base. It was not the first one built with the Aliens, and others are located in Colorado, Nevada, Arizona, Alaska, etc… “The Draco’s” who are Returning to Earth — which was their ancient outpost before the coming of the original Uni-Terrestrials — to try to use it as a staging area, which is not easy at all because it causes all the other one hundred seventy [170] different Alien species to want their share of the Metagene secrets.
(Note: These 170 are in most cases various sub-species of the humanoid and reptiloid root species, although various other trans-dimensional species are also visiting earth, like the ‘Insectoids’, etc. This also includes various humanoid and reptiloid species who are the products of genetic integration with various bizarre ‘animal’ life forms.
The meta-gene is an inbred gene within humans on Terra resulting from the mixture of various cultures upon the “mother” world or “genesis” world, a genetic anomaly which can produce extraordinary characteristics and abilities in individuals, allowing them to accomplish what would be considered by many ET’s to be extraordinary physical and psychic feats. – Branton)
Bio warfare & Dulse
Looking for possible motives and working
hypotheses, that position is accepted or at least taken seriously? Why?
Biological warfare is not science fiction nor are the so-called BC weapons. “Advanced forms of biological warfare, which can target certain genotypes, can transform biological warfare, from a reign of terror, into a useful political instrument.
When reading an article a biological entity called Dulce came to my mind. Evolution is a slow process and the coronavirus is just one of several others lately.
February 15, 2018:H7N4 bird flu. June, 2018:H7N9 bird flu. August, 2018: outbreak of African swine flu.
May 24, 2019: massive infestation of armyworms in 14 province-level regions in China, which destroy most food crops. December, 2019: Coronavirus appearance. January, 2020:China is hit by a highly pathogenic strain of bird flu in Hunan province. That is not normal, the standard adage is that bad luck happens in threes, not six’s.
In my mind I started to think about Dulce in New Mexico a bio-lab like there are many more over the world.
We however do know more about Dulce do to whistle-blowers and insider-stories. Almost immediately I did struck gold.
Registered as “The Vivarium”, which 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.”
Look to the links within the larger umbrella, the ‘Web’ of a fascist totalitarian Secret Police State, within the Pentagon; JCS; DIA; Division Five of the FBI; DISC/DIS and CIA.
The inner core of the CIA/NSA is deeply controlled by the Grays…
Working under the instructions of the aliens from Rigel, the CIA and former[?] Nazi scientists have developed and deployed malignant strains of bacteria and viruses, including AIDS, in order to exterminate ‘undesirable’ elements of the human population.
One of the reasons that humans on earth are being controlled/harnessed as is the case with the Nazi-NSA-Military-Industrial space forces, or DENIED advanced interplanetary technology as in the case of those who have NOT been brought under their control, is simply because the aliens — especially the malevolent — are terrified that if a FREE non-collectivist human society from earth gets a foothold in space, then they/we would pose a deadly threat to their alien agendas of conquest and manipulation throughout the galaxy.
This is why they are INTENT on taming or harnessing the Metagene factor as they have done with the fascist forces based in Antarctica via massive mind control, so that these forces can be channeled as ‘human shields’ or ‘warriors’ to fight their battles in space against interstellar cultures who would otherwise resist the activities of the draconian collective.
The Dulce Base is run by a Board:
there is the Chairman of the Board at that time being John Herrington
Jim Baker of Tennessee is the NSA/CIA link to Dulce
House speaker Jim Wright of Dallas Texas, the Nation’s third highest office, as the Treasurer at Dulce.
Also mentioned Rep. William Thomas, R-California.
Most meetings of the Dulce Boards are held in Denver, Colorado and Taos, New
Mexico.
Former New Mexico Senator Harrison Schmitt — publicly known as “Last Man on the Moon” — has full knowledge of Dulce. He was one of seven astronauts to tour the base. In 1979, he held an “Animal Mutilation” conference in Albuquerque, New Mexico. This was used to locate researchers and determine what they had learned about the links between the ‘Mute’ operations and the Alien/Government deals.
Senator Brian of Nevada knows about the “Ultra Secrets at Dreamland” and Dulce. So do many others in the Government, like the Pentagon; JCS; DIA; Division Five of the FBI; DISC/DIS and CIA.
The following is taken from a list of questions that were directed to former Dulce Base Security officer Thomas Edwin Castello approximately a year before his death [or disappearance].
Few will believe this but it’s happening globally.
The plan to enslave humanity in a technocracy. Ran and enslaved by AI. This is one of the huge components of this plan.
I remember telling a family member that they would use this to institute a social credit system – China style. They didn’t believe me.
Now what?. The future is fucking bleak if we comply with this – so please stand up with me and say NO!
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Followed by his responses:
I am talking now about 1987 and the circulating DULCE PAPERS at that time containing stories stranger than fiction.
Before however warn for re-assuring lies and a integral part of political manipulation and manouvering including positief thinking only as a solution to all problems.
Only positive thoughts” thinking friends are lying to themselves.
Denying the real evils that walk this earth is a very dangerous way of thinking.
We can navigate this earth a little easier realising that we are all one but not all the same. Yes, we re all one as were Gandhi, Stalin, Hitler and Mao.
The biggest illusion and projection most people seem to have is the assumption that the people in positions of power think and feel just like we all do and if they don’t it is assumed that they are just misguided because of lack love in their lives.
But He/she is not even genetically wired this way, not being able to
access it this lifetime around but he/she can emulate and fake these higher characteristics quite well and even distract you from evolving by sapping your energy and feeding off it.
They can tell you exactly what you want to hear, appear compassionate, empathetic and understanding without meaning or feeling it one bit.
Another misconception, our physical universe is predatory, food chain, we have to kill to live and also that our vibration feed our gods.
Back to the Dulce labs: During this time many strange documents were fed to the hungry public domain, by strange cloudy background characters like Bill Moore, Bill Hamilton and John Lear. Each of these told a confusing, disturbing story of human / alien interaction, underground bases and a secret government at the heart of a cosmic conspiracy.
When Thomas arrived at Dulse to start to work there as a security officer he was told that; 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. During the interview about Dulse and activities and contamination of humans by Alien he said yes.
On what kind he said flu. In addition many vaccines now circulating today originate from research into ET viruses.
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.
How is that legally possible? Worse at the Dulce Base treason is “ANYTHING that mentions the details of daily operations at this facility, when outside the confinement of the this base.”
Fooled: 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.”
Im sensible, when doctors say dont speak to them, who was I to destroy the delicate situation?
The base is located underground in a tunnel complex and sofar know has 7 levels. The location of “Nightmare Hall.” is at the 6th.
In addition to a front door there is a backdoor out of sight. When asked about these humans, origin and numbers he told:
Q — Could you shed some light on the type of human the aliens are looking for when they abduct?
A — I can tell you that the most common are petite women in their early twenties or early thirties, dark haired boys between five to nine, small to medium size men in their mid-twenties to mid-forties. But, let me stress that there are ALL TYPES of people being held against their will in the Dulce Base!
There are tall heavy men and women, teenagers, elderly folks and very young girls in the cages AND the vats.
I only mention the most common age-size are the small young men and petite women.
The boys are favored because at that age their bodies are rapidly growing, and their atomic material is adaptable in the transfer chamber. The young small women are frequently very fertile. The men are used for sperm. I have no idea why they prefer small to average size men.
Q — Did you ever see twins or triplets, etc.?
A — Since you mentioned it, no. It never crossed my mind to search for them. But then that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. There is no way I could have seen everybody at that huge complex.
Q — What is the prevalent human race at the Dulce Base? I am curious about both the human workers, and the inmates.
A — The human work force is made of people from every nation on the surface world. The one thing they share is that they all speak English. If you are asking if there are white, black, red, yellow and brown
skin color, again I’ll have to say that there is no prevalent race there. As for inmates, I could see ALL races there. From what I could see, it looked like there were more white people, but again, I saw a constant flow of different people, many I think, were only there for a few hours.
Asked about himself and his family he sponded: Q — Where is your family? Not just your wife and son, but parents and siblings?
A — Cathy and Eric are still missing. My parents died in a car crash when I was in my teens. I have one brother, if he is alive I suspect he is inside an underground base some where. I haven’t heard from him for several years. Please pray for them, please!
Q — What is your birth date, and where were you born?
A — 23 April 1941, Glen Ellyn, IL [actually in a farm at home, in the place now called Glen Ellyn, my
birth certificate list is at Wheaton, IL]
Q — You have been through so much, and yet keep fighting, what is your biggest fear?
A — That the general public will forget THE TRAPPED INNOCENT PEOPLE in the despicable place, and will ignore THE HUNDREDS OF CHILDREN, WOMEN AND MEN ADDED TO THAT PLACE EVERY MONTH.
With all what is going on in this world I did not stay up to date here. I will temporally place a link to the text I did copy it from. Have a substantial library with copies of all kind and strange things.
Because in my search for the source of the fast changing (mutating) viruses looked briefly at another site with information on dulse and subject and found Jefferson Souza claims that the following revelations are from the personal notes and scientific diaries of a scientist who was commissioned by the U.S.
Government over a period of several years to visit all crash sites, interrogate captured Alien Life Forms and analyze all data gathered from that endeavor.
Eventually this person was discovered to have kept and maintained personal notes on his discoveries and was therefore scheduled for termination [not just “job termination”!]… which he narrowly escaped. There you can find that Working under the instructions of the aliens from Rigel, the CIA and former[?] Nazi scientists have developed and deployed malignant strains of bacteria and viruses, including AIDS, in order to exterminate ‘undesirable’ elements of the human population.
Also that the Human Genome Project may well have the greatest direct impact on humanity of any scientific initiative before us today”, said David Shirley, Director of the Berkeley Laboratory.
Covertly, this research has been going on for years, at Dulce labs.
Level # 6 at Dulce is privately called “Night Mare Hall”, it holds the Genetic Labs. Reports from workers [CR-24/ZM 52-Files VII], who have seen bizarre experimentation, are as follows:
“I have seen multi-legged humans that look half-human, half-octopus.
Also reptilian-humans, and furry creatures that have hands like humans and cry like a baby, it mimics human words, and also huge mixture of lizards [and] humans in cages.”
There are fish, seals, birds and mice that can barely be considered those species.
There are several cages and vats of winged humanoids, grotesque bat-like creatures about three and a half to seven feet tall. There are bats like humanoids?
Gargoyle-like beings and Draco-Reptoids.
Level # 7 is the worse, row after row of several humans and humanoids [hundreds,
perhaps thousands] in cold storage. Here too are embryo storage and storage vats of humanoids, in various stages of development…
Before finishing asked you please think and consider; Divide and concur.
That’s called “divide and conquer” strategy and works for all ruling classes involved in the “game”. The best way to keep the masses in check is by spreading fear and giving them an enemy they can blame for their fear.
Worked for thousands of years for the Romans, for the Catholic Church and every other institution of power.
As long as people are still living in the delusion that the solution will come from governments this will go on.
The day people understand that we have to claim our power back from those who we put in charge will be the turning point. Until then same old same old.
Back to Thomas the security officer.
Contac tee Alex Collier claims that the reptiloid species of Alpha Draconis and Rigel Orion, although involved in short-term mind-control projects, are also interested in long term genetic-control, that is introducing genetic information into a conquered race in order to keep succeeding generations subjected to the Draconian elite by sabotaging certain genetic strengths.
What kind of medications they have? Thomas does not have any information about any medication used by the ET’s.
Cabal: From another source: Regalian made contacts with certain members of the MILITARY-INDUSTRIAL [‘Corporate’ or ‘Secret’ government] complex from 1947-
1971… The ‘government’ thought that the Grays meant us no harm, but in 1982 and 1988 the picture that emerged was exactly the opposite. The story now is one of great deception at several levels.
The Grays ‘Trojan Horse’ style manipulation and lying involved MJ-12/MAJIC Forces (The CURRENT agreements with the Grays within the NSA-connected levels of the Military-Industrial Complex, some sources have implied, continue as a result of the large level of alien infiltration and mind-control that exists throughout certain levels of the Intelligence Community and The inner core of the CIA/NSA is deeply controlled by the Grays…
Back to Thomas
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 the this base.”
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 some how 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 some how smuggled into the base. They hoped to smuggle them back out, without me turning them in to 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 any thing about him, like where is he
from? Is he from Earth or some other planet? (Note: Take note of the similarity between this scenario and
the NBC mini-series “V”, which is now available on video cassette after years of non-availability. I have
it on good authority that the original author of the “V” idea was an investigator who knew Thomas Castello
on a personal basis. He had connections in Hollywood and had written a motion picture script, which was in turn seen and borrowed without permission by an NBC employee and re-written as a mini-series. The show was based on reptilian humanoids from Sirius-B who had come to earth under the guise of benevolent human-like space brothers to bring a new order of universal peace. In reality they had a secret agenda to rape planet
earth of her resources and steal her people for biological sustenance.
This agenda was being contested by a human resistance who refused to fall for the reptilian s facade, and
these resistors were in turn working with a secret fifth-column of reptilians who did not agree with their
leaders agenda for planet earth. Could this mini-series have had an actual basis in a bizarre reality?
an attack on the Dulce base resistance that was apparently ordered by die-hard collaborators in deep-level intelligence as described by Thomas Castello
an attempt to rescue several of our best scientists who had been captured by the aliens after they had
discovered the “Grand Deception” involving a violation of the established treaties, that is the permanent
abduction of thousands of humans to the Dulce and other bases for God only knows what purposes, as described by John Lear — could it be that MJ12 / PI40 was unaware of these abductees, yet their superior agency the BLACK MONK / MAJIC agency was aware and had agreed to an actual exchange of human life for technology?
and another factor would involve a dispute over whether human security personnel could carry flash guns as opposed to machine guns
All of these were apparently contributing factors to the altercations which raged throughout the Dulce
Base beginning in 1979. – Branton).
We, to this day, do not know who BETRAYED us. Gordon Ennery ran beside me as we ran into the third level exit tunnels, and he died when several bullets slammed into his back. I vaporized that assassin and kept running. And I m still running. Gordon will be remembered.
Q — Could you shed some light on the type of human the aliens are looking for when they abduct?
A — I can tell you that the most common are petite women in their early twenties or early thirties, dark
haired boys between five to nine, small to medium size men in their mid-twenties to mid-forties. But, let
me stress that there are ALL TYPES of people being held against their will in the Dulce Base! There are tall
heavy men and women, teenagers, elderly folks and very young girls in the cages AND the vats.
I only mention the most common age-size are the small young men and petite women. The boys are favored because at that age their bodies are rapidly growing, and their atomic material is adaptable in the transfer
chamber. The young small women are frequently very fertile. The men are used for sperm. I have no idea why they prefer small to average size men.
Q — Did you ever see twins or triplets, etc.?
A — Since you mentioned it, no. It never crossed my mind to search for them. But then that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. There is no way I could have seen everybody at that huge complex.
Q — What is the prevalent human race at the Dulce Base? I am curious about both the human workers, and the inmates.
A — The human work force is made of people from every nation on the surface world. The one thing they
share is that they all speak english. If you are asking if there are white, black, red, yellow and brown
skin color, again I ll have to say that there is no prevalent race there. As for inmates, I could see
ALL races there. From what I could see, it looked like there were more white people, but again, I saw
a constant flow of different people, many I think, were only there for a few hours.
Q — Please explain the method they use to identify each inmate.
A — No one has a name. When first brought to this facility, they were issued one large number . Usually
that code has a mixture of numbers and letters. They show the place, how, and by who, followed by the time,
age, sex and finally the personal number [their S.S. number]. For example it might look like this:
NVLV-00A-00700-P00:00:00-00-M-000-00-000
Q — Where is your family? Not just your wife and son, but parents and siblings?
A — Cathy and Eric are still missing. My parents died in a car crash when I was in my teens. I have one
brother, if he is alive I suspect he is inside an underground base some where. I haven t heard from him for
several years. Please pray for them, please!
Q — What is your birth date, and where were you born?
A — 23 April 1941, Glen Ellyn, IL [actually in a farm at home, in the place now called Glen Ellyn, my birth
certificate list is at Wheaton, IL]
Q — You have been through so much, and yet keep fighting, what is your biggest fear?
A — That the general public will forget THE TRAPPED INNOCENT PEOPLE in the despicable place, and will
ignore THE HUNDREDS OF CHILDREN, WOMEN AND MEN ADDED TO THAT PLACE EVERY MONTH.
