secret diary of Admiral Byrd's exploration and his entrance to Ibez,
Colonel Fawcett's great objective
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"
Admiral Richard E. Byrd
flight over the North Pole (Feb. Mar. 1947)
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
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
Admiral Byrd's flight in Agharta Ariana on the19th of February 1947
LOG: BASE CAMP ARCTIC, 2/19/1947
Hours- All preparations are
complete for our flight north ward and we are airborne with full fuel
tanks at 0610 Hours.
Hours- fuel mixture on starboard
engine seems too rich, adjustment made and Pratt Whitney's are running
Hours- Radio Check with base
camp. All is well and radio reception is normal.
Hours- Note slight oil leak in
starboard engine, oil pres sure indicator seems normal, however.
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.
Hours- Radio Check with base
camp, situation normal.
Hours- Turbulence encountered
again, increase altitude to 2900 feet, smooth flight conditions again.
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
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!
Hours- In the distance is what
appears to be mountains.
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
Hours- Altitude change to 2950
feet, encountering strong turbulence again.
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!
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.
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!
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!
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.
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!
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
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.
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...'
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.
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?'
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?'
I answer, 'it happened once before, the
dark ages came and they lasted for more than five hundred years.'
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...'
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.
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.
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
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 that unseen
force immediately lifted the aircraft 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.
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
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...
IN FLIGHT LOG CONTINUES:
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.
Hours- We land smoothly at base camp. I have a mission...
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.) Top Security Forces and a medical team
interviewed me intently. 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.
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.
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.
Richard E. Byrd
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