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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Forcesand 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