My Finding's On The 'Hollow Earth' Theory. And The North/South Pole Holes.

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The First Flight To The North Pole

Sir Richard Elvyn Byrd was a US Naval Officer specializing in exploration. He was a pioneering american aviator, polar explorer, and organizer of polar logistics. Byrd claimed that his expeditions had been the first to reach the north and south pole by air. His claims were greatly backed up by a consensus of those who have examined the evidence. He was awarded the Medal Of Honor.

On his North Pole trip, in 1947, Byrd kept an diary and a flight log. Which I have managed to find a copy of.
I've taken a segment of the diary that caught my eye while I was reading through it. Here's the segment i read this from. It is very very interesting indeed.

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 ani mal! 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

Upon flying over the north pole, Byrd seemed to have entered a void into another world. The 'hollow earth'.

What really fascinates me is about how he mentions the swastikas on the sides of the unidentified objects flying beside his plane. This isn't the first time I've heard of 'Nazi' UFO's. There is also evidence of UFO's having swastikas present on the sides of these craft here www.ufocasebook.com...
It would also explain Hitlers obsession with the mountain ' Untersberg' , decribed as being the passageway to the inner earth. Byrd describes being approached by 2 beings, tall and blonde. Which correlates with what the Nazi's described as 'the perfect race' or Aryans. His diary then continues after exiting the plane. There is also evidence of sightings of these beings cryptoworld.co.uk...

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 re ceived 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 dis tance 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 sur roundings. 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 alarm ing 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 expres sion 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 imme diately lifted by that unseen force until we reached an altitude of 2700 feet. Two of the aircraft were alongside for some dis tance 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.....

A few interesting things he mentions in this log.

-The 'master' mentions the name of the underground city. Arianni, sounds a lot like Aryan, the perfect race.

-The 'master' also mentions after the atomic bombs dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima, they sent craft called the 'Flugelrads' to investigate what we were doing. They were also fired upon and chased maliciously. This isn't the first time we've heard of fighter planes trying to destroy the craft. www.telegraph.co.uk...

-The 'master' also refers to the underground race trying to make contact with humans, but they were met with great conflict. In Dolores Cannons books, she mentions the ET's trying to make contact with the humans, they even shared technology with the humans, but through misuse of it, human lives were killed, and the ET's decided not to remain in contact with us. I can dig out a link to this book if you really must.

-The 'master' mentions that Atomic weaponry is not meant to be in mankinds hands. We have evidence of this also. With over 120 ex-airforce witnesses claiming that UFO's have shut down nuclear testing plants. And have been seen hovering over nuclear storage facilities. They are trying to stop us from using these weapons, they are obviously doing it for our own safety.

I have a lot more to say on this matter. It will take some time. But it is all starting to make sense to me.

I'm keen to see if this thread gets any attention before I start posting more of my findings here.

Cheers
Brady

There is a lot of information about Admiral Byrd on this site. If you do a search you will see there has been quite a few threads already full of info and opinions. It is also believed that Hitler spent some time in Antarctica. Actually I thought that this North Pole experience happened in the South Pole but I don't have the time to research that right now. It's worth a read.

This is a subject that I always keep on the back burner for its does interest me but there is few accounts of it, and unfortunaltley some differ . I have heard a couple of diffirent accounts of this story itself .
I hope we get a really good hollow earth thread on day its one of the far out tales I would love to come true.

One thing I will point out is the crystal buildings , this fact seems to be the same in the various admiral bird portrayals of this event, and I remember seeing a thread on huge crystals found in underground caverns in mexico. There was so much of this crystal I would imagine it would be a well used resource if you knew where to find it. Like I said before I hope we get some truth to this tale one day.

I have flown all over the north pole in a c-130 and saw nothing out of the ordinary. I honestly wish there was more to it. If there is anything there its well hidden.

Hollow Earth...sigh.

I am pretty open minded about topics, but take a geology 101 course at your local school. It's patently impossible for the earth to be hollow. If it were, several fields of science aren't just a little wrong...they would be fundamentally and irrevocably incorrect and would have to be thrown out as completely flawed.

Just out of mild curiosity, can anyone produce actual scans of these diaries and logs containing the passages quoted? I have never seen them, in all the discussions here on ATS of hollow earth. Is there a known location for these original diaries?

I just don't buy it. Not to mention the writings aren't what one might expect from a person flying a plane in turbulent conditions at low altitude in uncharted territory. Call me crazy, but I would probably on jot down "MAMMOTHS?!?!?!" and go back to the controls...

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www.youtube.com...

i agree, the concept is just too out there and silly on the surface (zing?), but the "evidence" is in the bizarre details. i just watched this video and had to share it on ATS, i hope everyone checks it out.