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 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
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
