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29th April 2010, 19:02

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.


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 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 alarm ing 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 expres sion 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 imme diately lifted by that unseen force until we reached an altitude of 2700 feet. Two of the aircraft were alongside for some dis tance 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....


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 ad vised. 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 HUMANITY1111 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



http://www.ourhollowearth.com/PartOne.htm - Olaf Jensen's story here

sorry for long post...great theory tho...

peace always

29th April 2010, 20:01
Nice post.
Yes i think there is something to it, despite all borehole data etc.
Byrd got attacked after his "visit", because he refused to leave. He lost the fight and had to retreat. Soldiers died.
Just last year the son of one of the "crashed" US pilots tried to get the permission to go to Antarctica to retrieve the remains of his father. Answer: "Permission denied" So far for "never leaving the boys behind".
There was a vid on youtube in four parts with original footage from the UFO attack on Byrds convoy.
I got it leeched before it was removed.
Yes, there is much more in this world...

29th April 2010, 20:29
Bill Deagle is an honest man and the north pole has a hole

whats wrong with this sentence?

There are satellite pictures that prove the holes exist.

You knew this was coming sooner or later, right? This photograph is the only piece of anything that could be associated with proof for this bizarre chain of theories. Let's look closer, shall we?

This particular satellite photo was published in the SUN on February 25, 1992, "proving" there was a hole in the north pole. The SUN is a tabloid, for those of you who are not familiar with it.

What they didn't bother to explain was that this is a composite of many photos taken by weather satellites and that the hole was intentionally cut out of it. How do I know this?

There are two types of weather satellites, Geo-stationary (GEOS) and Polar Orbiting (PEOS). Geo-stationary satellites cannot view the poles because they are always directly above the equator, therefore, this picture must have been taken with a PEOS. Polar orbiting satellites, which circle the Earth from top to bottom, do image the poles, but have a very small angle of vision (around 1,700 miles) due to their low altitude of about 300-800 Miles. So in order to take images of the poles, one would have to composite many, many smaller images to get a full photo, which is exactly what weather imaging involves.

What usually happens is that the photos are stitched together and the pole areas are cut out. This is because there are, on average, 28 images required to get a complete snapshot of the planet (many PEOS circle the entire Earth around 14 times per day). Stitching these image swaths together closer to the equator is easier because it only requires merging two images. The closer to the poles you get the more images it may require and the more distorted they become. For this reason they are often cut out instead.

That confirms the image at top as a composite of many PEOS images that have intentionally had the pole cut out of them.

Holey Earth Batman!
These final two pictures were on a website claiming to have finally found the proof of the hole in the north pole. Now, I'm no meteorologist, but these seem more like photographs of a hole in the cloud cover, not a hole in the surface of the planet. (Incidentally, these photos were taken by the crew of Apollo 11 on it's return trip to Earth. See the Apollo Hoax conspiracy theory for more.)

Besides, I don't see any sunlight coming out of the Earth up there (Please recall, this is why there appears to be an ice cap on Mars. It's the inner sun's reflecting light.) Wouldn't that big ol' inner sun be shining up through the hole? Well, maybe someone turned it off to save on the electric bill.

source (http://www.seawana.com/conspiracy.php?consp=hollow_earth&page=3)

Humble Janitor
30th April 2010, 07:56
All fine and dandy samvado but what does this make Admiral Byrd? A liar? I just don't think it's possible for someone of his caliber to have such malicious intentions as to fabricating such a story.

30th April 2010, 15:55
All fine and dandy samvado but what does this make Admiral Byrd? A liar? I just don't think it's possible for someone of his caliber to have such malicious intentions as to fabricating such a story.

Byrd has nothing to do with hollow earth per se, although he usually gets mixed in with the lot. I read his account decades ago, afaik he only met people living in undergound cities, near the surface. it didnt take freefall elevators or long vertical trips to get there. Thats not hollow earth with central sun etc.

Victoria Tintagel
10th June 2010, 20:34
Thanks, Samvado! I believe this is a possibility as there are several sources that mention an inner earth existence of beings. Here is the link with the complete story, called The Smokey God. I suppose your posted part is from the same document? http://www.ourhollowearth.com/SmokyGod.htm There's a lot more interesting stuff on this website www.ourhollowearth.com

10th June 2010, 21:34
What is the song in the video called plz? i'd really like to have it

Never mind, I have found it xD

Charlie Pecos
15th March 2011, 16:24
Hi Mike,

I just wanted to say thank you for starting this thread. It ties in nicely with the thread that I have started here: http://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?16041-What-is-going-on-at-the-south-pole

I have studied the hollow earth theory in the past but have not been studying it recently. My mind has been in other places such as working on emotional clearing. Last night I had a dream that I was standing on what I presumed to be Earth. As I was gazing into the sky I could see, beyond the clouds, what appeared to be land masses, indeed continents in the sky! The sky was not sky at all, it was ocean! I remember asking a being who was near me and to my right, how this could be possible. He replied that we were in a sphere, or some words to that effect. I then realized I was inside of a planet, maybe Earth, I'm not sure. I then wanted to go to these continents, which were very differently shaped from our continents here on Earth, or at least what we are aware of. I realized that it would take a very long journey to get to these continents as they were several thousand miles away. I had forgotten this dream by the time I woke up this morning, but was reminded of it in meditation. Hows that for coincidence?

15th March 2011, 16:59
I loved this story when i heard it on coast............any news on the expedition with the russian nuclear ice breaker?

15th March 2011, 17:07
I loved this story when i heard it on coast............any news on the expedition with the russian nuclear ice breaker?

Here it is my friend. :)


Playlist (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CevRgACgpfM&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL)

15th March 2011, 17:36

The One
8th May 2011, 11:54
The secret diary by Admiral Richard E. Byrd of his fateful arctic flight still fascinates even today! The real question remains what did Byrd see? The picture, at left, conveys the artist's impression that Byrd flew through a portal to another world. What can a reader glean from the actual flight journal Byrd recorded on February 29, 1947? After three hours of flight northward, Byrd's enters first anomaly: "0910 Hours- Both Magnetic and Gyro compasses beginning to gyrate and wobble, we are unable to hold our heading by instrumentation. The controls are seemingly slow to respond and have sluggish quality, but there is no indication of Icing!" Onboard compasses are no longer working and controls seem odd to pilot Byrd.


8th May 2011, 12:14
Yes I think that’s right, eventually you will end up in Russia or Japan.

It’s not possible to use a compass above 80N so instead you need to use grid navigation. This is mind numbling boring, I suggest you move on but if you insist here is the tutorial…


The One
8th May 2011, 13:12
It’s not possible to use a compass above 80N so instead you need to use grid navigation. This is mind numbling boring, I suggest you move on but if you insist here is the tutorial…

Maybe to you Fred529 but to others not,but thank you for your opinion

8th May 2011, 13:30
Sorry I agree with you about the story, however the problem they had was the compass kept chasing around looking for north, which is why they were lost…

2nd September 2013, 15:26
this "expedition" is b/s: I first heard about it on the "Ranch" (Gilliland) in 2007 - James was a big fan and we almst had a fight because I challenged his view on it.

Now its been delayed until 2014 - anybody wants to bet it will be delayed again in 2014 ? I asume it to be a great money making scheme.

2nd September 2013, 21:28
All fine and dandy samvado but what does this make Admiral Byrd? A liar? I just don't think it's possible for someone of his caliber to have such malicious intentions as to fabricating such a story.
Maybe his mind was twisted by exposure to whatever was messing with the instruments. Causing him to imagine things, or blow them out of proportion.
Or, maybe he had Experienced was real.

2nd September 2013, 23:10
I posted this on another thread:

He seems to have had an extended stay in non ordinary reality, and might have sexed the story up a bit by neglecting to describe the whole body paralysis/visionary source of the experience.
Otherwise, perhaps he is on a whole other level
From what I read, when Byrd returned, he reported to the military first and he was told to keep quiet about this story. A nazi secret base discovered as they had just been defeated !? I believe he had to remain silent and said only what he could.

2nd September 2013, 23:36
I asume it to be a great money making scheme.
Like wine. The older, the better.
Which makes me wonder if this has been the trick of Hollywood since it's inception.

2nd September 2013, 23:55
Byrd was a freemason.
I found this information on Wikipedia.
Richard E. Byrd (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_E._Byrd), US Admiral. Initiated in Federal Lodge No. 1 and founded First Antarctic Lodge No. 777 in 193.