ADMIRAL RICHARD E. BYRD AND THE HOLLOW EARTH THEORY

 

 

 

 

 

Admiral Richard Evelyn Bryd (1888-1957)

 
” 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
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 for 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

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

 

Source:  http://truedemocracyparty.net/2012/01/operation-high-jump-the-untold-ufo-war-in-antarctica-and-the-hollow-earth-theory-admiral-richard-e-byrd/

 

Related:

Part 1. The Untold UFO War in Antarctica

Part 2. The Untold UFO War in Antarctica

Part 3. The Untold UFO War in Antarctica: Legacy

1946 Operation Highjump – AMAZING discoveries

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