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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 con cerns 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 documenta tion 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, however.

0800 Hours- Slight turbulence noted from easterly direction at altitude of 2321
feet, correction to 1700 feet, no further turbu lence, 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 sight ing 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 ani mal! 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!

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 re ceived 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 dis tance 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 sur roundings. 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 wit