Admiral Richard B. Byrd’s -‘top Secret’- Diary and hidden civilizations in inner earth.
Earth is not a stabil planet and the surface renews itself on a more or less regular basis. Big tsunami’s and tidal waves clean the surface after these calamities.
**THIS FAMOUS EXPLORER’S LOGS-HAVE BEEN ‘HUSHED UP’-SAME AS ‘Roswell’/’Sweeps’**
The Admiral wrote this: ‘The Inner Earth My Secret Diary’
The exploration flight over the North Pole.
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 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 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 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.
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 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 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-THIS ENTRY
Admiral Byrd continues:
“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 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
I find it very interesting that this happened right around the time of the Roswell incident. So here you have Truman and others from the industrial military complex worried about extra-terrestrials and the threat they pose trying to decide what to do with Byrd’s fantastic tale. They put the lid on it just as they did with Roswell. They do not trust us with the truth and do not want us to have the truth.
A twenty year old article written by researcher-editor Dennis Crenshaw for The Hollow Earth Insider thoroughly debunks this alleged 1947 “secret diary.”
Crenshaw correctly points out that: No Arctic expedition take place in February 1947. In February is still wintertime, and most of the time dark nor the most hospitable time of year for any Arctic expedition.
This 1947 Byrd diary is nowhere else documented or to be found, and there for a probably fraud.
Looking at the source; the very first mention of Byrd flying past the North Pole into a hollow earth is alluded to in a book entitled Worlds beyond the Poles, published in 1959 by a controversial, self-proclaimed scientist named F. Amadeo Giannini. His Admiral Byrd quote on page 13 has been used religiously by the Hollow Earth-ers to validate their belief: February 1947: “I’d like to see that land beyond the pole. The area beyond the pole is the center of the great unknown.” The only known reference Byrd ever made even remotely resembling the above statement is in the October National Geographic article. Byrd mentions the “Mystery Land beyond the Pole,” except he was referring to the South Pole expedition, not the North Pole.
Worse, Giannini was never a hollow earth advocate at all but a “flat earth” subscriber. When he received flack challenging his contention of a February 1947 Byrd North Pole expedition, his retort in a letter to one of his skeptics was a flippant giveaway: This author cares not a little how you use the name, Giannini. But inasmuch as the name has been known and respected for more than 60 years, from Vancouver to San Diego – due to the activity of the late Amadeo Peter Giannini of Bank of Italy and Bank of America fame…
So the name dropping author is a relative of the Bank of America founder. That speaks volumes for a member of an elite family to purposely insert bogus disinformation to muddy up the controversial waters surrounding Admiral Byrd’s real or imagined exploits. Deep state and especially the CIA are notorious for “leaking” disinformation and bogus lies, in this case intended to discredit both Admiral Byrd’s encounters with alien technology and the devotees of the hollow earth theory, deploying the old CIA yoke that renders them tin foil hat wearing “conspiracy theorists.” This disinfo game that saturates both mainstream and alternative media these days, especially on the internet, has been an extremely effective deep state strategy to keep its dirty little secrets still secret, hidden or skeptically not accepted by a confused public that doesn’t quite know what to believe other than authority & science.
A closer look at the origin of the so called lost Byrd diary itself also appears to lead to yet another disinformation hustler. There has only been one Byrd diary that authentically documents the explorer’s experience and it was his first flight over the North Pole in 1926 featured in a 1928 book called Skyward. But apparently the secret diary all about the hollow earth visit to Aghartha was conjured up years after Giannini’s book with the probable intent to “substantiate” the B of A writer’s earlier claim. Even a cursory examination of the real Byrd’s writing style and the amateurish comic book sci-fi account of the later “discovered” February 1947 diary plants serious doubt that the latter was written by the explorer
The hollow earth theory.
Richard E. Byrd wasn’t the first modern person to talk and suggest that our earth is hollow.
In 1692, Edmund Halley (of Halley’s Comet) suggested Earth was hollow. Correlating the density of the moon to the density of the Earth, Halley concluded that because the moon was more dense, it was possible that Earth had some kind of emptiness in the center. Underground conclaves and catacombs encouraged Halley to believe in a hollow center of the Earth. He believed gas coming from inner Earth was the cause of the Aurora Borealis.
Leonhard Euler was an 18th-century Swiss mathematician and physicist who believed in an entirely hollow Earth. Much like Halley, Leonhard Euler believed in a sun in the center of the earth which allowed for life forms to exist. People could enter the hollow Earth through either the North or the South Pole.
Captain John Symmes was an American Army officer who continued Euler’s work on the Hollow Earth theory. In 1818, Symmes publicized his Hollow Earth theory. He even reached out to the American government to get funding in order to take an expedition to Antarctica to seek the entrance there, but he was denied funding by Congress. What’s interesting about his theory is that he argued it was possible to get to inner Earth without even noticing the transition – you could just start traveling and seamlessly wind up there. His main contribution to the Hollow Earth theory was the idea that there are holes at each pole that act as entrances to the Inner Earth. These holes became known as Symmes Holes.
Djwhal Khul is a Tibetan master of the ancient esoteric spiritual tradition known as The Ageless Wisdom. It is believed that he is a reincarnation of Caspar, one of the Three Wise Men who visited Jesus upon his birth. Khul’s views on the Hollow Earth theory support the stories of people who have visited the inner Earth.
Khul confirmed Admiral Byrd’s story, as well as confirming that the governments of the United States and other governments were well aware of the civilization inside the earth. This knowledge was much like their top-secret knowledge of UFOs – well hidden from the public.
Not only did Khul confirm the existence of Aghartha, but he suggested that there were other entrances besides the North and South Poles. Some of these entrances were located in Egypt, Tibet, the Yucatan, the Bermuda Triangle, and Africa. Another one under-need the pyramid of Giza. See enclosed map!
Lt. Col. Billie Faye Woodard’s Story
Albeit anecdotal and unverifiable, fifteen years ago a former Air Force Lt. Colonel by the name of Billie Faye Woodard shared his experience while assigned to the infamously top secret Area 51 in the Nevada desert from January 1971 to 1982. He maintains that for 11.5 years he never saw the light of day working underground with access beyond the first 15 manmade levels to the deeper 16-31 levels allegedly inhabited by an advanced interior earth civilization. He reported that he made six trips into the hollow earth, encountering sub-terrestrials not of human origin. Woodard claims they are 13 to 14 feet in height, are spiritually evolved beings who communicate telepathically and have obviously developed amazing technological capabilities.
He also stated that the hollow earth has an inner sun, one ocean and one continent larger than the earth’s surface landmass. Billie Faye Woodard says that the earth’s shell separating the inner and outer worlds is about 800-850 miles in thickness and that our planet’s center of gravity is roughly at this shell’s midpoint. Gravity in the inner world is less than one third the outer world’s, which Billie cited as the main reason why the inner race of people are several feet taller. According to Woodard, this super race lives in harmony with nature and shares a vested interest in the wayward humans living topside to ensure they do not destroy the entire planet. Apparently this civilization is willing to work with selected humans like Woodard, deployed by deep state’s black ops at Area 51’s subterranean levels, 85% being military and 15% civilian.
While stationed at Area 51, Lt. Colonel Woodard explained that one night he had the opportunity to fly a US manufactured military saucer called Sports Craft (once observed and reported by Bob Lazar at Area 51) with an alleged alien co-pilot who coached him. Woodard states that using touch control indentations, with his mind alone, he piloted the motion and velocity of the craft capable of making right turns at incredible speeds without incurring any g-force. At the time Billie said the US had assembled 67 flying saucers through Area 51’s black projects. The colonel has said the primary reason he resigned from the Air Force was after learning that many missing children who are abducted and trafficked (those spared from being abused sexually and murdered by the pedophile elite) are taken to Area 51 underground levels to be genetically engineered, programmed and transformed into looking like alien hybrids that will be used to launch a false flag alien invasion of the earth to enable the global controllers to achieve their one world government. Upon his discharge, Billie has attempted to get access to his military records that would provide credibility to his spectacular claims, but the government has strictly sealed his records.
Billie Faye Woodard also corroborates the authenticity of Norwegian fisherman Olaf Jansen’s story “The Smoky God” published in 1908. Olaf sailed into the opening near the North Pole in 1829 and wrote of his wondrous experiences inside the earth and his persecuted, tortuous life back on the surface. As a young man Olaf suffered for telling his story and kept it to himself until befriending a person near the end of his solitary life to share his amazing tale.