The Secret Diary of Admiral Byrd

The Secret Diary of

Admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd

A Flight to the Land Beyond the North Pole

© Introduced and published by Dr John Whitman Ray N.D., M.D. (M.A.)

Continued from Dr. John Ray's 12 Points on Radiation 

The following information was given to me on tape recording of Armstrong's speech to a select group of top United States Scientists. This tape was given to me by one of these scientists who is a student of Body Electronics. This man is a kind, gentle man whose name I will not disclose.

The information in the following document is as important today as it was in 1947. 1 encourage all mankind within the sound of my pen to do all within their power to put atomic or nuclear power or energy in any form to rest forever that mankind may have a greater opportunity to survive.

All of the nutritional information, no matter how valid, all of the work in Body Electronics, no matter how helpful, all of the change of consciousness, no matter how necessary, will be to no avail if we allow nuclear energy in any form to continue. I therefore urge each of you to use your influence to put a stop to any continued use of nuclear energy anywhere in the world as we are all subject to the devastating effects of its continued usage.

You are free to duplicate and distribute this information on radiation and Admiral Byrd's Diary to your hearts content. Many people are inclined to be down on what they are not up on and will criticize and scoff at that which is beyond their grasp to understand. Nevertheless, enjoy the contradictions [of] life.

For many years I have studied the effects of radiation on the human body and have seen the damage it can do. I have studied the effects that radiation can have on elemental oxygen in the earth's atmosphere and am personally prepared to side with Walter Russell and Lao Russell in their findings regarding the harmful effects of radiation on the oxygen content in the earth's atmosphere as well as the destructive effects of radiation from any form of atomic or nuclear energy. I would suggest again reading "Atomic Suicide?" by Walter Russell.

ARMSTRONG

In the first tape I mentioned I was going to also discuss Admiral Byrd and a treatise which is titled A Flight to the Land Beyond the North Pole or is this the Secret Diary of Admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd.

Now I want to say something to you, my many years in the government for those who know me know that I spent 22 years with the Government with high echelon agencies such as the one known as the CIA today and of course with the Green Beret for 10 years and other top assignments. Even after I retired I came back of course as a civilian.

During one of my memorable times with government I was with the agency now known as the Central Intelligence Agency and there was a nephew of Admiral Byrd who was working at that time for the Agency and my recollection calls to mind that he told me that his uncle indeed had a diary that was going to be released one of these days for publication for those who were ready for it that had to do with his trip into and beyond the North Pole.

So you know there's a first hand confirmation that I received as a young man, I was a young captain at the time; of course in those days I was not where I am now. I said, "Oh sure you know", and rather let it pass. But when this document came into my hands it was sent to me and told by the one who gave it to me to share it with the world I then of course jarred my memory and I remembered this young man the nephew of Admiral Byrd actually telling me and relating this particular story. So from my point of view I feel that the document is indeed right on and very true.

Now this document was of course prepared by the same man who wrote the book The Hollow Earth. He was Dr William Bernard. O.K. I am going to now put this document on tape for you so that you can be as privileged as I am to hear its contents.

All right the introduction is by Dr William Bernard and he says:

The reader of the following documentation should find a striking example of devotion especially when one considers that this combination log diary was written in the year 1947 in the months of February and March. 

ARMSTRONG

Now ironically enough I was with the CIA during that time and before of course that year 1947 which ties in of course with Admiral Byrd's nephew relating the story to me. To carry on with the contents of what we were discussing. It says the diary was written in the year 1947 in the months of February and March [ On February 19, 1947, Admiral Richard E. Byrd left Base Camp Artic and flew northward.] under circumstances that evidently defied the imagination or credibility for those times or any others.

Here it dealt with the evident answers in origin of the so called UFO's as well as the hollow earth or as the Admiral so rightly described it "that land beyond the poles".

Now a hesitation there for a minute. All UFO's are not from the inner earth. A goodly proportion of them are and I don't have time to go into that right now; but come some day to my presentations on UFO's and of course you will hear it.

There are of course extraterrestrial originated UFO's also so we can't say they all come from the inner earth. Many do. But of course there are five different categories. All right to read on. 

BYRD'S JOURNAL

The reader will relive that period as he reads this document. l beg your pardon. The reader will relive that period as he reads this document. To say it is fascinating is to place it mildly but read it now for yourself and I think you will conclude in the Admiral's own words just as the long night of the Arctic ends the brilliant sunshine of truth shall come again and those who are of darkness shall fail in this light.

And of course that was a quotation by Byrd himself. Now here is the contents of what he has written. He says: 

I must write this diary in secrecy and obscurity. It concerns my arctic flight of the 19th day of February in the year 1947. There comes a time when the rationality of men must fade into insignificance and one must accept the inevitability of this truth. I am not at liberty to disclose the following documentation in 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 which hopei the greed and exploitation of certa of mankind can do no loner suppress that which is truth.

O.K. at this point of course he begins with his flight log and the flight log of course is posted as any flight log would be in a military manner, using military times and so forth. Now the hours are eliminated so we won't use those. Those could be 1400 hours, it could be 0900 hours whatever, but these have all been deleted so for the purposes of this narrative and presentation we'll just say hours. At the beginning hours it says all preparations are complete for our flight northward and we are airborne with full fuel load at such and such hour.

Next entry: Fuel mixture on starboard engine seems too rich, adjustment made and the Pratt Whitneys are running smoothly now.

Next entry: Position check with bubble sextant, recheck with sun compass our heading execute slight heading change and of course as planned.

Next entry: Radio check with base camp. All is well and radio reception is normal.

Next entry: Note slight oil leak in the starboard engine, oil pressure indicator seems normal however.

Next entry: Slight turbulence noted from easterly direction at altitude of 2,321 feet correction to 1,700 feet. No further turbulence but tail wind increases. Slight adjustment in throttle controls, aircraft performing very well now.

Next entry: Radio check with base camp, situation normal.

Later another entry: Turbulence encountered again, increase altitude to 2,900 feet, smooth flight conditions prevail.

Next entry: Vast ice and snow below, no correlation of yellowish nature and dispersed in a linear pattern.

Altering course for a better examination of this colour pattern below. Note reddish or purple colour 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.

Next entry: 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 or actual icing.

Next entry: In the distance is what appears to be mountains. Next entry: 29 minutes elapsed flight time from the first sighting of the mountains. It is no illusion, they are real. They are mountains and consisting of a small range that I have never seen before.

Next entry: Altitude change to 2,950 feet encountering strong turbulence again.

Next entry: We are crossing over the small mountain range and still proceeding northwards 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 port side are great forests growing on the mountain slopes. Our navigation instruments are still spinning; the gyroscope is oscillating back and forth.

Next entry: I altered our altitude to 1,400 feet and executed 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 1,000 feet and take binoculars to examine the animal. It is confirmed; it is definitely a mammoth like animal. I report this to base camp.

Next entry: Encountering more rolling green hills now. The external temperature indicator reads 74? 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.

Next entry: 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 disk 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 vise grip of some type.

Next entry: 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. O.K. at this point he says I note the engines of our plane have stopped running. The engine is under some strain to control and is now turning itself. The controls are totally useless.

Next entry: Another radio message received. We begin the landing process now and in moments the plane shudders lightly and begins a descent as though caught in some great unseen elevator. The downward motion is neglible and we touch down with only a slight jolt.

Next entry: I am making a hasty last entry in the flight log. Several men are approaching on foot towards 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 and this is the end or the log for now.

From this point I write all of the following events from memory. It defies the imagination and would seem all but madness if it had not actually 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 towards the glowing city with great swiftness. As we approach the city seems to be made of crystal like 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 the 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 downwards for some moments. The machine stops and the door lifts silently upwards. 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 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. To 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 finger tips 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 Ari Anni 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 the first atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki Japan. It was at that alarming time we sent our flying machines that is the fukurods to your surface world to investigate what your race had done. Fukurods incidentally are Flying saucers. This is of course past history 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 you 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 fukurods 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 science. It may rage on until every flower of your culture is trampled and all human beings are levelled in vast chaos. Your recent war is 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, he asked. No, I answered, it happened once before. The dark ages came and they lasted for more than 500 years.

Yes my son, replied the master, the dark ages will come now for your race and 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 growing 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 to and 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 to come to an end. I stood for a moment as if in a dream but yet I knew that 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 towards the master. A gentle smile was on his delicate and ancient face. Farewell my son, he spoke, and then he gestured with a lovely slender hand a motion of peace and our meeting was truly at an end. 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 once again 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 the 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 once again with my radioman. He had an anxious expression on his face and as I approached I said it's alright Howie, it's all right. The two beings motioned us towards the waiting 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 the unseen force until we reached an altitude of 2,700 feet. Two of the aircraft were alongside for some distance guiding us on our return way.

I must state here the air speed indicator registered no reading yet we were moving along at a very rapid rate.

Here's our log again. A radio message comes through. We are leaving you now Admiral, your controls are free. Auf wiedersehn.

Isn't that interesting. Auf wiedersehn, German, Germanic.

We watch for a moment as the fukurods disappear into the pale blue sky. An aircraft suddenly as though caught in a sharp downdraft for a moment. We quickly recovered our control, we do not speak for some time; each man has his own thoughts.

Entry in log continues: 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. Base camp expresses relief at our re-established contact.

Next entry: We land smoothly at the base camp and I have a mission.

And that is the end of the log entries. 

O.K. on March 11th 1947 (this is Admiral Byrd speaking) 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 and 39 minutes to be exact. I am interviewed by top security forces and a medical team. It was indeed an ordeal. I am placed under strict control via the national security provisions of the 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. These last few years elapsed since 1947 have not been kind. I now make my final entry into 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 towards the monstrous military industrial complex.

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The Hollow Earth Chapter 7.3: The Flight to the Land Beyond the North PoleA Copy Of The Diary of Admiral Richard B. BYRD By: Dr. R. W. Bernard, B.A., M.A., Ph.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". *********** 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, 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. 0740 HOURS- Note slight oil leak in starboard engine, oil pressure 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 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! 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 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. ENTRY IN FLIGHT LOG CONTINUES: 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.... 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 *******

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NOTE
The first mention of a 1947 North Polar flight by the Admiral can be found in the book Worlds beyond the Poles: Physical Continuity of the Universe (1959) by F. Amadeo Giannini. On page 13 of his book under the heading “The Changing Scene 1927-1947” he presents a list of things that happened during those years to support his theory. One of the entries is: “1947: February “I’d like to see that land beyond the pole. The area beyond the pole is the center of the great unknown.” – Rear Admiral Richard E. Byrd before his seven-hour flight over land beyond the North Pole.” Not only was this the first time a 1947 flight ever mentioned, but this also seems to be the origin of this often used quote attributed to Admiral Byrd and used by Hollow Earthers constantly to prove their point. The actual source of this quote was probably an article that appeared in the October 1947 National Geography Magazine titled “Our Navy Explores Antarctica,” in which the Admiral refers several times to the “Mystery Land beyond The Pole” ... Contrary to popular belief, Giannini was not a believer in the Hollow Earth. Nor is his book, Worlds beyond the Poles, a Hollow Earth book. As Walter Kafton-Minkel reported in his excellent book on the history of the belief in a Hollow/Subterranean world Subterranean Worlds (1989): “As a young man in 1926, Giannini had been wandering through a New England forest when he had a vision. Guided by “his extrasensory perception” he suddenly realized that the earth was not round, but sort of spindleshaped, and that the North and South Poles were illusory points. The earth’s surface, he perceived did not end at the points of the spindle but continued into space and curved back over our heads. What looked like stars, planets, galaxies and comets were actually “globular and isolated areas of a continuous and unbroken outer sky surface.” This meant that these seemingly “heavenly” bodies weren’t heavenly at all, but points of the vast land surface of the universe, part of which was the earth’s surface. There was no need to develop rockets to explore space, wrote Giannini for “space” was an illusion created by the refraction of the lenses of our eyes, telescopes and cameras. All we needed to do to reach Mars or Venus was to climb into an airplane (or amphibious vehicle) with a very large tank of gas and fly (or drive) there. When Admiral Byrd flew beyond the poles he had proven Giannini correct – the earth did not end at the poles, but continued into “vast new lands.” (Page 195) Immediately following the publication of Giannini’s book the heated debates about a February 1947 North Polar Flight began and the argument has continued until today.
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