is also the code-name for the DULCE base! Also there seems to be a direct
connection between the Dulce base and the Montauk base in Long Island --
which was/is[?] reputedly jointly operated by the Draconian Reptiloids,
Orion Greys and the Bavarian Thule Society which had backed the Nazi
agenda. - Branton)
Q -- Tom, did you have access to the alien craft? Were you ever inside any
A -- Yes, I frequently saw them in the garages, there are quite a few of
them. The main fleet is stored at Los Alamos. Yes, I entered several
crafts. There were two things that stick in my mind, the odd spongy feeling
of the floors, and the unusual pinkish purple color of the lighting. The
crew stated the floor becomes ridged in flight, and the purple tint of the
lighting changes to bright blue white. The entire inside of the air craft
are scaled down in size, when compared to the average human. The halls were
curved and narrow, but some how, when inside it appears bigger than it
looks. Certain areas, the outermost sections, almost felt and looked alive.
I was never taken up in one.
Q -- Can you give me more information on the reptilian race, what do they
do on the sixth level? [The area called Nightmare Hall.]
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 sarcastical 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 some
one, simply because they spoke to an alien. It's a strange place.