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     Yesterday I received this diary of Admiral Byrd flight over the
North Pole. After reviewing the copy of his diary I noticed there was
no copy write on it so I decided to share this interesting account for
others. Kortron
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A Copy Of Admiral Richard B. BYRD
foreword by: Dr. William Bernard Ph.d., D.D.
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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.

( 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. D.B.

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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.

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FLIGHT LOG: BASE CAMP ARCTIC, 2/19/1947
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0600 Hours- All preparations are complete for our flight northward 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 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!!  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

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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 fighterplanes.  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
HUMANITY1111  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