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The SECRET DIARY OF ADMIRAL BYRD
February-March 1947
One of our
members, Karen who lives in Costa Rica, sent me this information. I have had to
paraphrase it somewhat as it was quite long, but if you want to get the full
story you can log on to hhtp://ufoarea.com/hollow_diary.html Thank you Karen
for sharing this with us - it is a truly remarkable story.
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 on
the nineteenth day of February in the year of Nineteen and Forty
Seven.
FLIGHT LOG:base camp arctic, 2/19/1947
0600 Hours –All preparations
are complete for our flight northward and we are airborne with at 0610
Hours.
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!
1000 Hours – We
are crossing over a small mountain range beyond which is what appears to be a
valley with a small river running through it. Something is definitely wrong and
abnormal we should be over Ice and Snow. Our navigation instruments are still
spinning, the gyroscope is oscillating back and forth!
1l30 Hours – ahead we
spot what seems to be a city!!! This is impossible! The controls refuse to
respond!! 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. The controls will not respond we are caught in an invisible vice grip
of some type!
1135 Hours – Our radio crackles and a voice says “Welcome
Admiral to our domain. We shall land you in exactly 7 minutes”. 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.
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 colour. 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 received in a
most cordial manner. I am then taken for an audience with the Master. I see a
man with delicate features and with the etching of years upon his face. He is
seated at a long table and motions me to sit down in one of the chairs. He
speaks softly –‘I bid you welcome to our domain, Admiral. We have let you enter
here because you are of noble character and well-known on the Surface World. You
are now in the domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of the Earth. 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. 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?’ 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. In 1945 and afterward,
we tried to contact your race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our
Flugelrads were fired upon, even pursued with malice and animosity by your
fighter planes. 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,
safe in our keeping. When that time arrives, we shall come forward again to help
revive your culture and your race. You my son, are to return to the Surface
World with this message.’ I am returned to the room and reunited with my
radioman and we are taken to our aircraft where we boarded
immediately.
ENTRY IN FLIGHT LOG CONTINUES – 220 Hours, we are again over
vast areas of ice and snow. 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 placed under
strict control via the national security provision of this United Sates 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: I now make my final entry in this
singular diary – this secret will not die with me, but as all truth shall, it
will triumph and so it shall. 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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