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Admiral Byrd's Secret Diary 

There is a document which surfaced some years ago in the form of a booklet titled:
THE SECRET DIARY OF ADMIRAL BYRD. 

It is a flight log/diary supposedly written by Byrd during his Arctic exploration to examine the potential
for mining Uranium at the North Pole during the months of February and March in 1947. The exploration
was done under the direction of then President Hoover. It is known and documented that Admiral Byrd
did indeed fly 1700 miles "beyond" what is considered to be The North Pole, and made a radio broadcast
back to base stating that he was over lush green valleys and saw what appeared to be a Wooly Mammoth
grazing below. These radio transmissions were censored and not allowed out to the public.

Here is the supposed flight log from that day.

Admiral Richard E. 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 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 on 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 at 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 coloration's 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 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 oscillation 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 can not 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 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 disk-shaped and have a radiant quality about 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!

1130 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 blonde 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 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 and 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 a 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-gasped 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 some 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 a 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
it's 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 to be 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 at once more before leaving and looked
back at the master. A gentle smile was etched on his delicate 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 an 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.

1215 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....

1220 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.

1300 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 the 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:I had copied the text for the diary from a site on the net years prior to having pages of my own.
          Unfortunately, I did not make a note of the original site at the time. - byerly