The secret diary of Admiral Byrd's exploration and his entrance
to inner earth, Colonel Fawcett's great objective
"Just
as the long night of the Arctic ends, the brilliant sunshine of truth shall
come forth again, and those who are of Darkness shall fall in its Light"
Admiral
Richard E. Byrd
The exploration flight over the North Pole (Feb. Mar. 1947)
(The Inner Earth My Secret Diary)
(The Inner Earth My Secret Diary)
The
map of the Hollow Earth that shows Byrd's flight in the North Pole and the
other entrances to access the Inner Earth
I must write this diary
in secrecy and obscurity. It concerns my Arctic flight of the nineteenth day of
February in the year of Nineteen and Forty Seven.
There comes a time when
the rationality of men must fade into insignificance and one must accept the
inevitability of the Truth! I am not at liberty to disclose the following
documentation at this writing ...perhaps it shall never see the light of public
scrutiny, but I must do my duty and record here for all to read one day. In a
world of greed and exploitation of certain of mankind can no longer suppress
that which is truth.
Admiral
Byrd's flight in Agharta Ariana on the19th of February 1947
FLIGHT LOG: BASE CAMP ARCTIC, 2/19/1947
0600 Hours- All preparations are complete for our flight
north ward and we are airborne with full fuel tanks at 0610 Hours.
0620 Hours- fuel mixture on starboard engine seems too
rich, adjustment made and Pratt Whitney's are running smoothly.
0730 Hours- Radio Check with base camp. All is well and
radio reception is normal.
0740 Hours- Note slight oil leak in starboard engine, oil
pres sure indicator seems normal, however.
0800 Hours- Slight turbulence noted from easterly
direction at altitude of 2321 feet, correction to 1700 feet, no further
turbulence, but tail wind increases, slight adjustment in throttle controls,
aircraft performing very well now.
0815 Hours- Radio Check with base camp, situation normal.
0830 Hours- Turbulence encountered again, increase
altitude to 2900 feet, smooth flight conditions again.
0910 Hours- Vast Ice and snow below, note coloration of
yellowish nature, and disperse in a linear pattern. Altering course foe a
better examination of this color pattern below, note reddish or purple color
also. Circle this area two full turns and return to assigned compass heading.
Position check made again to base camp, and relay information concerning
colorations in the Ice and snow below.
0910 Hours- Both Magnetic and Gyro compasses beginning to
gyrate and wobble, we are unable to hold our heading by instrumentation. Take
bearing with Sun compass, yet all seems well. The controls are seemingly slow
to respond and have sluggish quality, but there is no indication of Icing!
0915 Hours- In the distance is what appears to be
mountains.
0949 Hours- 29 minutes elapsed flight time from the first
sighting of the mountains, it is no illusion. They are mountains and consisting
of a small range that I have never seen before!
0955 Hours- Altitude change to 2950 feet, encountering
strong turbulence again.
1000 Hours- We are crossing over the small mountain range
and still proceeding northward as best as can be ascertained. Beyond the
mountain range is what appears to be a valley with a small river or stream
running through the center portion. There should be no green valley below!
Something is definitely wrong and abnormal here! We should be over Ice and
Snow! To the portside are great forests growing on the mountain slopes. Our
navigation Instruments are still spinning, the gyroscope is oscillating back
and forth!
1005 Hours- I alter altitude to 1400 feet and execute a
sharp left turn to better examine the valley below. It is green with either
moss or a type of tight knit grass. The Light here seems different. I cannot
see the Sun anymore. We make another left turn and we spot what seems to be a
large animal of some kind below us. It appears to be an elephant! NO!!! It
looks more like a mammoth! This is incredible! Yet, there it is! Decrease
altitude to 1000 feet and take binoculars to better examine the animal. It is
confirmed - it is definitely a mammoth-like animal! Report this to base camp.
1030 Hours- Encountering more rolling green hills now. The
external temperature indicator reads 74 degrees Fahrenheit! Continuing on our
heading now. Navigation instruments seem normal now. I am puzzled over their
actions. Attempt to contact base camp. Radio is not functioning!
1130 Hours- Countryside below is more level and normal (if
I may use that word). Ahead we spot what seems to be a city!!!! This is
impossible! Aircraft seems light and oddly buoyant. The controls refuse to
respond!! My GOD!!! Off our port and star board wings are a strange type of
aircraft. They are closing rapidly alongside! They are disc-shaped and have a
radiant quality to them. They are close enough now to see the markings on them.
It is a type of Swastika!!! This is fantastic. Where are we! What has happened.
I tug at the controls again. They will not respond!!!! We are caught in an
invisible vice grip of some type!
1135 Hours- Our radio crackles and a voice comes through
in English with what perhaps is a slight Nordic or Germanic accent! The message
is: 'Welcome, Admiral, to our domain. We shall land you in exactly
seven minutes! Relax, Admiral, you are in good hands.' I note the
engines of our plane have stopped running! The aircraft is under some strange
control and is now turning itself. The controls are useless.
1140 Hours- Another radio message received. We begin the
landing process now, and in moments the plane shudders slightly, and begins a
descent as though caught in some great unseen elevator! The downward motion is
negligible, and we touch down with only a slight jolt!
1145 Hours- I am making a hasty last entry in the flight
log. Several men are approaching on foot toward our aircraft. They are tall
with blond hair. In the distance is a large shimmering city pulsating with
rainbow hues of color. I do not know what is going to happen now, but I see no
signs of weapons on those approaching. I hear now a voice ordering me by name
to open the cargo door. I comply. END LOG
From this point I write
all the following events here from memory. It defies the imagination and would
seem all but madness if it had not happened.
The radioman and I are
taken from the aircraft and we are received in a most cordial manner. We were
then boarded on a small platform-like conveyance with no wheels! It moves us
toward the glowing city with great swiftness. As we approach, the city seems to
be made of a crystal material. Soon we arrive at a large building that is a
type I have never seen before. It appears to be right out of the design board
of Frank Lloyd Wright, or perhaps more correctly, out of a Buck Rogers
setting!! We are given some type of warm beverage, which tasted like nothing I
have ever savored before. It is delicious. After about ten minutes, two of our
wondrous appearing hosts come to our quarters and announce that I am to accompany
them. I have no choice but to comply. I leave my radioman behind and we walk a
short distance and enter into what seems to be an elevator. We descend downward
for some moments, the machine stops, and the door lifts silently upward! We
then proceed down a long hallway that is lit by a rose-colored light that seems
to be emanating from the very walls themselves! One of the beings motions for
us to stop before a great door. Over the door is an inscription that I cannot
read. The great door slides noiselessly open and I am beckoned to enter. One of
my hosts speaks. 'Have no fear, Admiral, you are to have an audience with the
Master...'
I step inside and my
eyes adjust to the beautiful coloration that seems to be filling the room
completely. Then I begin to see my surroundings. What greeted my eyes is the
most beautiful sight of my entire existence. It is in fact too beautiful and
wondrous to describe. It is exquisite and delicate. I do not think there exists
a human term that can describe it in any detail with justice! My thoughts are
interrupted in a cordial manner by a warm rich voice of melodious
quality, 'I bid you welcome to our domain, Admiral.' I see a man with delicate features and with the etching of
years upon his face. He is seated at a long table. He motions me to sit down in
one of the chairs. After I am seated, he places his fingertips together and
smiles. He speaks softly again, and conveys the following.
'We have let you enter here because you are of
noble character and well-known on the Surface World, Admiral.' Surface World, I half-gasp under my
breath! 'Yes," the Master replies with a smile, 'you are in the
domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of the Earth. We shall not long delay
your mission, and you will be safely escorted back to the surface and for a
distance beyond. But now, Admiral, I shall tell you why you have been summoned
here. Our interest rightly begins just after your race exploded the first
atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan. It was at that alarming time we
sent our flying machines, the "Flugelrads", to your surface world to
investigate what your race had done. That is, of course, past history now, my
dear Admiral, but I must continue on. You see, we have never interfered before
in your race's wars, and barbarity, but now we must, for you have learned to
tamper with a certain power that is not for man, namely, that of atomic energy.
Our emissaries have already delivered messages to the powers of your world, and
yet they do not heed. Now you have been chosen to be witness here that our
world does exist. You see, our Culture and Science is many thousands of years
beyond your race, Admiral.' I interrupted, 'But what does this have to do with
me, Sir?'
The Master's eyes seemed
to penetrate deeply into my mind, and after studying me for a few moments he
replied, 'Your
race has now reached the point of no return, for there are those among you who
would destroy your very world rather than relinquish their power as they know
it...' I nodded, and the Master continued, 'In 1945 and afterward, we tried to contact your
race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our Flugelrads were fired upon.
Yes, even pursued with malice and animosity by your fighter planes. So, now, I
say to you, my son, there is a great storm gathering in your world, a black
fury that will not spend itself for many years. There will be no answer in your
arms, there will be no safety in your science. It may rage on until every
flower of your culture is trampled, and all human things are leveled in vast
chaos. Your recent war was only a prelude of what is yet to come for your race.
We here see it more clearly with each hour.. do you say I am mistaken?'
'No,' I answer, 'it happened once before, the dark ages came and they lasted for
more than five hundred years.'
'Yes, my son,' replied the Master, 'the dark ages that will come now for your race
will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe that some of your race will
live through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say. We see at a great distance a
new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary
treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our keeping. When that time
arrives, we shall come forward again to help revive your culture and your race.
Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its
strife...and after that time, certain of your culture and science will be
returned for your race to begin anew. You, my son, are to return to the Surface
World with this message...'
With these closing words,
our meeting seemed at an end. I stood for a moment as in a dream.... but, yet,
I knew this was reality, and for some strange reason I bowed slightly, either
out of respect or humility, I do not know which.
Suddenly, I was again
aware that the two beautiful hosts who had brought me here were again at my
side. 'This way, Admiral,' motioned one. I turned once more before
leaving and looked back toward the Master. A gentle smile was etched on his
delicate and ancient face. 'Farewell, my son,' he spoke, then he gestured with a lovely, slender hand a
motion of peace and our meeting was truly ended.
Quickly, we walked back
through the great door of the Master's chamber and once again entered into the
elevator. The door slid silently downward and we were at once going upward. One
of my hosts spoke again, 'We must now make haste, Admiral, as the
Master desires to delay you no longer on your scheduled timetable and you must
return with his message to your race.'
I said nothing. All of
this was almost beyond belief, and once again my thoughts were interrupted as
we stopped. I entered the room and was again with my radioman. He had an
anxious expression on his face. As I approached, I said, 'It is all right, Howie, it is all right.' The two beings motioned us toward the awaiting conveyance;
we boarded, and soon arrived back at the aircraft. The engines were idling and
we boarded immediately. The whole atmosphere seemed charged now with a certain
air of urgency. After the cargo door was closed that unseen force immediately
lifted the aircraft until we reached an altitude of 2700 feet. Two of the
aircraft were alongside for some distance guiding us on our return way. I must
state here, the airspeed indicator registered no reading, yet we were moving
along at a very rapid rate.
215 Hours- A radio message comes through. 'We
are leaving you now, Admiral, your controls are free. Auf Wiedersehen!!!!' We
watched for a moment as the flugelrads disappeared into the pale blue sky.
The aircraft suddenly
felt as though caught in a sharp downdraft for a moment. We quickly recovered
her control. We do not speak for some time, each man has his thoughts...
ENTRY IN FLIGHT LOG
CONTINUES:
220 Hours- We are again over vast areas of ice and snow,
and approximately 27 minutes from base camp. We radio them, they respond. We
report all conditions normal.... normal. Base camp expresses relief at our
re-established contact.
300 Hours- We land smoothly at base camp. I have a
mission...
END LOG ENTRIES
March 11, 1947. I have just attended a staff meeting at the
Pentagon. I have stated fully my discovery and the message from the Master. All
is duly recorded. The President has been advised. I am now detained for several
hours (six hours, thirty- nine minutes, to be exact.) Top Security Forces and a
medical team interviewed me intently. It was an ordeal!!!! I am placed under
strict control via the national security provisions of this United States of
America. I am ORDERED TO REMAIN SILENT IN REGARD TO ALL THAT I HAVE LEARNED, ON
THE BEHALF OF HUMANITY1111 Incredible! I am reminded that I am a military man
and I must obey orders.
30/12/56: FINAL ENTRY:
These last few years
elapsed since 1947 have not been kind...I now make my final entry in this singular
diary. In closing, I must state that I have faithfully kept this matter secret
as directed all these years. It has been completely against my values of moral
right. Now, I seem to sense the long night coming on and this secret will not
die with me, but as all truth shall, it will triumph and so it shall.
This can be the only
hope for mankind. I have seen the truth and it has quickened my spirit and has
set me free! I have done my duty toward the monstrous military industrial
complex. Now, the long night begins to approach, but there shall be no end.
Just as the long night of the Arctic ends, the brilliant sunshine of Truth
shall come again.... and those who are of darkness shall fall in it's Light. .
FOR I HAVE SEEN THAT LAND BEYOND THE POLE, THAT CENTER OF THE GREAT UNKNOWN.
Admiral Richard E. Byrd
United States Navy
24 December 1956
United States Navy
24 December 1956
