Secret Diary of Admiral Byrd
(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 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 pres sure indicator seems normal,
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.
Turbulence encountered again, increase altitude to 2900 feet, smooth flight
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
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.
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!
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
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
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
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
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 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