The Hollow Earth
The Flight to the Land Beyond the North Pole
A 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.
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".
RICHARD B. BYRD'S DIARY (FEB - MAR. 1947)
EXPLORATION FLIGHT OVER THE NORTH POLE
("The Inner Earth: My
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
HOURS- All preparations are
complete for our flight north ward and we are airborne with full fuel
tanks at 0610 Hours.
HOURS- fuel mixture on
starboard engine seems too rich, adjustment made and Pratt Whittneys
are running smoothly.
HOURS- Radio Check with
base camp. All is well and radio reception is normal.
HOURS- Note slight oil leak
in starboard engine, oil pressure indicator seems normal, however.
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.
HOURS- Radio Check with
base camp, situation normal.
encountered again, increase altitude to 2900 feet, smooth flight
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.
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!
HOURS- In the distance is
what appears to be mountains.
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!
HOURS- Altitude change to
2950 feet, encountering strong turbulence again.
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
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
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!
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!
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.
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!
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.
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
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
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
"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
"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
"No," I answer, "it happened
once before, the dark ages came and they lasted for more than five
"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
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.
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
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