The Flight to the Land Beyond the North
Pole
by Admiral Richard E. Byrd
foreword by: Dr. Raymond 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. R.B.
Admiral Richard E. 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 Whitneys 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 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!! 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 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.
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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