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ADMIRAL RICHARD B. BYRD'S DIARY
(FEB - MAR. 1947)
THE EXPLORATION FLIGHT OVER NORTH POLE
("The Inner Earth: My Secret Diary")
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, one can no longer suppress that which is
truth.
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 Whittneys are running smoothly.
0730 HOURS- Radio Check with base camp. All is well and
radio reception is normal.
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.
0910 HOURS- Vast Ice and snow below, note coloration of
yellowish nature, and dispersed in a linear pattern. Altering
course for 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!
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 expres
sion 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 the aircraft was
immediately lifted by that unseen force 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.) I am interviewed intently by
Top Security Forces and a medical team. 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 HUMANITY!
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
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, one can no longer suppress that which is
truth.
