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The Flight to the Land Beyond
the North Pole
A Copy Of Admiral Richard B.
Byrd
The Land Beyond The PolesThe 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, 2/19/19470600 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 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! 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 starboard 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 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. FINAL ENTRY:
30/12/56: 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 its 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 |
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Copyright © 2010
Tim Stouse
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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. 