KT,
Thanks for this. It will be nice for those who haven't read this
little book.
The book does have a suspicious origin, but it makes for interesting (though
short) reading.
Thanks.
Jan.
This is a request to anyone out there. If any of you have heard of a
book called, _The Secret Diary of Admiral Byrd_, then please tell me
where you got it. I heard that it's about the inner Earth. It's supposed
to be about an Arctic expedition. If you've read anything about it, then
you'll know that Admiral Byrd was sent by President Hoover to examine
the potential of mining the Arctic poles for Uranium.
If any of you have this file, then please give me your address and
I'd like to send you a floppy disk to get a copy of it. Thanks.
John
Yesterday I received this diary of Admiral Byrd flight over the North
Pole. After reviewing the copy of his diary I noticed there was no copy
write on it so I decided to share this inter esting account for others.
Kortron
THE FLIGHT TO THE LAND
BEYOND THE NORTH POLE
A Copy Of Admiral Richard B. BYRD
foreword by: Dr. William Bernard Ph.d., D.D.
The reader of the following documentation should find a striking
example of dire devotion. Especially when one considers that this log
diary was written in the year 1947 in the months of February and March,
under circumstances that evidently defied the imagination and
credibility, for those times as any others. Here is dealt with the
evident answers the origin of the so called UFOs,as well as the Hollow
Earth, or as the admiral described.
The Land Beyond The Poles
The reader will relive that period as he reads this document. To say
it is fascinating is to place it mildly, but to read it now for
yourself, I know that you will conclude, in the Admirals own words
" 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". DR. D.B.
Admiral Richard B. Byrd's Diary (Feb. Mar. 1947
)
The exploration flight over the 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 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.
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
sight ing 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 ani mal! 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 re ceived
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 dis tance 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 alarm ing 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 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 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
