ADMIRAL RICHARD BYRD'S SECRET DIARY
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.
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.
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.
910 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 port side 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 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!
slight Nordic or Germanic accent! The message is: 'Welcome, Admiral, to
1135 Hours-
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platform-like conveyance I comply.
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..
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.
December 30, 1956 - 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.
