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Byrd The logbook The Arians The people of the Earth quarry in Antarctica
I must write this journal in secret and darkness. It refers to my Arctic flight on the nineteenth day of February in the year one thousand nine hundred and forty-seven. There comes a time when the rationality of men must fade into insignificance, and one must accept the inevitability of Truth!
I am not at liberty to disclose the following documentation in this writing … perhaps it will never see the light of public scrutiny, but I must do my duty and record here so that everyone can read it someday. In a world of greed and exploitation of some of humanity, what is true can no longer be repressed.
FLIGHT REGISTRY – ARCTIC FIELD BASE – 02/19/1947
06,00 Hours – All preparations are complete for our northbound flight and we are airborne with full fuel tanks at 06,10 Hours.
06,20 Hours – The fuel mixture in the starboard engine looks too rich, the adjustment has been made and the Pratt Whittney are running smoothly.
07,30 Hours – Radio checkup with the base camp. Everything is fine and radio reception is normal.
07,40 Hours – Slight oil leakage on the starboard side of the engine, however the oil pressure gauge appears normal.
08,00 Hours – Slight observed eastward turbulence at a height of 2,321 meters, correction at 1,700 feet, no additional turbulence, but wind tail increases, slight adjustment to throttle controls, aircraft operating very well now.
08,15 Hours – Radio checkup with the base camp, normal situation.
08,30 Hours – Turbulence encountered again, altitude increased to 2900 feet, mild flight conditions again.
09,10 Hours – Vast ice and snow below, yellowish coloration of nature is observed, and disperses in a linear pattern. By altering the course to better examine this color pattern below, reddish or purple color is observed as well. Circling this area in two complete turns returning to the direction assigned by the compass. Checking position again with base camp, and relaying information on colorations in the ice and snow below.
09,10 hours – Both magnetic and gyroscopic compasses beginning to spin and wobble, we are unable to stay on course with instrumentation. We take orientation with a solar compass, however everything seems to be fine. Controls are slow enough to respond and slow quality, but there is no indication of icing!
09,20 hours – In the distance there are what appear to be mountains.
09,49 Hours – 29 minutes elapsed flight time from the first sighting of the mountains, not an illusion. They are mountains consisting of a small mountain range never seen before!
09,55 Hours – Altitude change at 2950 feet, encountering strong turbulence again.
10,00 hours – We are crossing a small mountain range and proceeding north as best we can. Beyond the mountains there is what appears to be a valley with a small river or stream that runs through the central part. There should be no green valley below! Something is definitely wrong and abnormal here! We should be on ice and snow! On the port side large forests grow on the slopes of the mountains. Our navigation instruments keep turning, the gyroscope oscillates back and forth!
10,05 Hours – I altered the altitude to 1,400 feet and made a sharp left turn to better examine the valley below. It is green with moss or a very close type of grass. The light looks different here. I can no longer see the sun. We make another left turn and detect what appears to be a large animal of some species below us. It appears to be an elephant! DO NOT! It looks more like a mammoth! This is incredible! However, there it is! I lower the altitude to 1,000 feet and take the binoculars to better examine the animal. It is confirmed – it is definitely a gigantic mammoth-like animal! I report this to base camp.
10,30 Hours – Finding more green hills now. The external temperature gauge reads 74 degrees Fahrenheit! Continuing our course now. Navigation instruments seem normal now. I am puzzled by his actions. I tried to contact base camp. The radio is not working!
11,30 Hours – The field below is flatter and normal (if I may use that word). Later we detect what appears to be a city !! This is impossible! The plane appears strangely light and buoyant. Controls refuse to respond! My God! Outside our port and the star board on the wing is a strange type of aircraft. They are closing fast throughout! They are disc-shaped and radiant. They are close enough to see the marks on them. It’s a type of Swastika! This is fantastic. Where we are? What has happened. I pull back on the controls. They won’t answer !! We are caught in an iron-clad invisible control of some kind!
11,35 Hours – Our radio creaks and a voice is heard in English with what is perhaps a slight Nordic or Germanic accent! The message is:
‘ Welcome, Admiral, to our domain. We are going to make it land in exactly seven minutes! Relax, Admiral, you’re in good hands. ‘
I notice that our plane’s engines have stopped working! The plane is under some strange control and is now turning on its own. Controls are useless.
11,40 Hours – Another radio message received. We begin the landing process now, and in moments the plane flinches slightly and begins a descent as if we are trapped in some great invisible elevator! The downward motion is negligible, and we landed with only a slight jolt!
11,45 Hours – I am making a hasty last entry in the flight log. Several men walk towards our plane. They are tall with blonde hair. In the distance is a large gleaming city that vibrates with the colors of the rainbow. I don’t know what’s going to happen now, but I don’t see any sign of weapons approaching. I hear a voice now ordering me by name to open the cargo door. I comply.
END OF REGISTRATION
From this point on I write all the following events here from memory. It’s a challenge to the imagination and it would seem almost crazy if it hadn’t happened.
The radio operator and I are taken from the aircraft and we are received in the most cordial manner. Then they put us on a small platform as a means of transport without wheels! He led us towards the brilliant city with great rapidity. As we got closer, the city seemed to be made of glass material.
We soon arrived at a large building that is of a type that I have never seen before. It appears to be taken from the Frank Lloyd Wright design plate , or perhaps more correctly, from a Buck Rogers ! We have been given some kind of hot drink that tasted like nothing we have ever tasted before. It was delicious.
After about ten minutes, two of our wonderful hosts came to our rooms and announced that I should accompany them. I have no choice but to comply. I leave my radio operator behind and we walk a short distance and enter what appears to be an elevator.
We descend down for a few moments, the machine stops, and the door silently rises up! We continued on foot through a long corridor illuminated by a pink light that seemed to emanate from the same walls! One of the beings made a movement for us to stop before a large door.
On the door was an inscription that I could not read. The great door slides silently open and I was signaled to enter.
One of my hosts spoke.
‘Don’t be afraid, Admiral, you will have an audience with the Master …’
I walk in and my eyes adjust to the beautiful coloration that seems to be completely filling the room.
Then I start to see what surrounds me. What my eyes saw is the most beautiful view of my entire existence. In fact, it is too beautiful and wonderful to describe it. It is exquisite and delicate. I don’t think there is a human term that can fairly describe it in detail!
My thoughts are cordially interrupted by a warm voice of melodic quality,
‘I welcome you to our domain, Admiral.
I see a man with delicate features and the engraving of the years on his face. He is sitting at a long table. He gestures for me to sit in one of the chairs. After sitting down, he puts his fingers together and smiles.
Speak quietly again, and convey the following:
“We have let you in here because you are noble and well known in the surface world, Admiral.”
The surface world, I half screamed in a low voice!
‘ Yes,’ replies the Master with a smile, ‘you are in the domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of Earth. We will not delay your mission, and you will be safely escorted back to the surface and to a distance beyond.
But now, Admiral, I will tell you why you have been summoned here. Our interest begins just after your race exploded the first atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan. It was at that alarming moment that we sent our flying machines, the “Flugelrads,” to your surface world to investigate what your race had done.
This is, of course, past history, my dear Admiral, but I must continue. You see, we have never interfered before either in wars or in the barbarism of your race, but now we must do so because you have learned to manipulate a certain power that is not for man, that is, that of atomic energy.
Our emissaries have already delivered messages to the powers of your world, and yet they ignore it. Now you have been chosen to witness here that our world exists.
You see, our culture and science is thousands of years beyond your race, Admiral.
I interrupted him,
‘ But what does this have to do with me, sir? ‘
The Master’s eyes seemed to penetrate deep into my mind, and after studying me for a few moments, he replied:
‘Your race has reached a point of no return, because there are some among you who would destroy their own world instead of giving up their power as they know it …’
I nodded, and the Master continued:
‘ In 1945 and after, we tried to contact your race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our Flugelrads were shot. Yes, we were even maliciously chased with animosity by your fighter jets.
So now, I tell you, my son, there is a great storm brewing in your world, a black fury that will not last for many years. There will be no answer in your arms, there will be no security in your science. It could ravage until every flower in your culture is trampled underfoot, and all human things are leveled in enormous chaos.
Your recent war was only a prelude to what is to come for your race. We see it more clearly here every hour … do you say that I am wrong? ‘
‘No,’ I replied, ‘it already happened once before, the dark ages came and lasted for over 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 death cloth, but I believe that part of your race will survive through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say . We see at a great distance a new world emerging from the ruins of your race, searching for its legendary lost treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our custody.
When that time comes, we will step forward again to help revive your culture and race. Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its fight … and after that time, sure that your culture and your science will be returned to your race to start again.
You, my son, are going to return to the surface of the world with this message … ‘
With these last words, our meeting seemed to have come to an end.
I stayed for a moment like in a dream …. but, nevertheless, I knew that this was reality, and for some strange reason I leaned a little, whether out of respect or humility, I do not know which one.
Suddenly I found myself again aware that the two beautiful hostesses who had brought me here were at my side again.
‘This way, Admiral,’ one indicated.
I turned once more before leaving and looking at the Master. A gentle smile was etched on his delicate and ancient face.
‘Goodbye, my son’ he spoke, then he gestured with the beautiful and slender hand a gesture of peace and our meeting was really over.
We quickly walked back through the large door to the Master’s chamber and once more entered the elevator.
The door slid silently down and at the same time we were going up. One of my hosts spoke again:
‘ Now we have to hurry up, Admiral, since the Master does not wish to delay you further on your scheduled schedule and must return your message to your race.’
I did n’t say anything.
All of this was almost unbelievable, and once again my thoughts were interrupted when we stopped. I entered the room and was again with my radio operator.
He had a worried expression on his face. As I approached, I said to him:
“It’s okay, Howie, everything is fine.”
The two beings gestured to the transport that was waiting for us, we boarded, and soon returned to the aircraft. The engines were warming up and we boarded immediately.
The whole atmosphere now seemed charged with a certain air of urgency. When the plane’s cargo door closed, the plane was immediately lifted up by that invisible force until we reached an altitude of 2.700 feet.
Two of the planes were on par at a certain distance guiding us on our way back. I must say here, the speedometer was not reading, however we were moving at a very fast pace.
14,15 hours – A radio message is broadcast.
“We are leaving them now, Admiral, the controls are free. Auf Wiedersehen !! ‘
He watched us for a moment as the Flugelrads disappeared into the pale blue sky.
The plane suddenly felt as if it had been caught in a strong downdraft for a moment. He quickly regained control. We didn’t talk for a while, each man had his own thoughts …
ENTRY IN THE FLIGHT REGISTRY CONTINUES
14,20 hours – We are again in vast areas of ice and snow, and approximately 27 minutes from base camp. We talk to them on the radio, they respond. All normal conditions are present … normal. Base camp expresses its relief at our re-established contact.
15,00 hours – We landed gently at base camp. I have a mission …..
END OF TICKET RECORD
March 11, 1947
I just attended a staff meeting at the Pentagon.
I have fully declared my discovery and the Master’s message. Everything is properly registered. The President has been informed. I am now detained for several hours (six hours, thirty-nine minutes to be exact.)
I was intentionally interviewed by the Top Security Forces and a medical team. It was a terrible experience !! I am subject to strict control through the national security provisions of these United States of America.
I WAS ORDERED TO REMAIN SILENT IN RELATION TO EVERYTHING I LEARNED, IN THE NAME OF HUMANITY !!! Amazing!
This reminds me that I am a military man and that I must obey orders.
12/30/56 – FINAL ENTRY
These past few years since 1947 have not been kind … I now make my last entry in this unique journal.
In closing, I must say that I have faithfully kept this matter a secret all these years, as directed. It has been completely against my values of moral right. Now, I seem to feel that the night is approaching and this secret will not die with me, but as all truth it will triumph and so I will.
This may be the only hope for humanity. I have seen the truth and this has accelerated my spirit and set me free! I have done my duty to the monstrous military industrial complex. Now, the long night begins to approach, but it will have no end.
Just like the long night at the ends of the Arctic, the shining sun of truth will come again … and those who are of darkness will fall in its Light … BECAUSE I HAVE SEEN THAT LAND BEYOND THE POLE, THAT CENTER FROM THE GREAT UNKNOWN.
Admiral Richard E. Byrd
United States Navy
December 24, 1956