The Strange Diary of Admiral Richard E. Byrd (Part 1)

Stan the Chosen One Says: The TRUTH has been a long time in coming.


I have recently uncovered a 2007 Article in which a scientist sets off into the Arctic to uncover a hole that leads into the Earth in which an advanced civilization is said to live. I did some research on the subject and uncovered the diary of Admiral Richard E. Byrd. Here is what the diary revealed:

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 t
oo 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 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 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 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 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 instrume
ntation. 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 29
50 feet, encountering strong turbulence again.

1000 Hours-We are crossing over the small mountain r
ange 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 port-side 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-I am encountering more rolling green hills now. The external temperature indicator reads 74 degrees Fahrenheit! I am 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 starboard 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 mome
nts 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.

And now the exciting conclusion of this exciting adventure!

0 Comments: