Admiral Byrd's log book

I have always found this very interesting reading as a child , and still today it brings up some questions as to why would a respected man make such claims as these if they were not true . This site posts a part of the so called diary.

www.hollow-earth.org...

www.ufoarea.com...

quote;

Excerpt of The Hollow Earth:
"During his Arctic flight of 1,700 miles BEYOND the North Pole he reported by radio that he saw below him, not ice and snow, but land areas consisting of mountains, forests, green vegetation, lakes and rivers, and in the underbrush saw a strange animal resembling the mammoth...."
"In January, 1956, Admiral Byrd led another expedition to the Antarctic and there penetrated for 2,300 miles BEYOND the South Pole. The radio announcement at this time (January 13, 1956) said: "On January 13, members of the United States expedition penetrated a land extent of 2,300 miles BEYOND the Pole. The Flight was made by Rear Admiral George Dufek of the United States Navy Air Unit." Byrd said on March 13, 1956, "The present expedition has opened up a vast new land." Admiral Byrd said in February, 1947 before his North Pole flight, "I'd like to see that land beyond the Pole. That area beyond the Pole is the center of the great unknown."




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the second site has the full diary. sorry

This subject also greatly interests me as well as the whole of Operation Highjump however, is there any source which could prove this is official and not just fabricated?

Originally posted by owner
This subject also greatly interests me as well as the whole of Operation Highjump however, is there any source which could prove this is official and not just fabricated?

Secretary of the US Navy James Forrestal sent a naval task force to Antarctic including Admiral Nimitz, Admiral Krusen and Admiral Byrd, called "Operation Highjump".

It was touted to be an expedition to find "coal deposits" and other valuable resources, but in actuality they were trying to find the underground base of the Nazis in Neuschwabenlandt. The nazis had done a very detailed study of the Antarctic and were alleged to have built an underground base there. In this regard however, the aryans have had an underground habitation in Antarctic for more than a million years.

The task force of OVER 40 SHIPS, included the flagship "Mount Olympus", the aircraft carrier "Philipine Sea", the seaplane tender "Pine Sea", the submarine "Senate", the destroyer "Bronson", the ice breaker "Northwind", and other tanker and supply ships. An armed contingent of 1400 sailors, and three dog sled teams were also on board. The expedition was filmed by the Navy and brought to Hollywood to be made into a commercial film called "The Secret Land". It was narrated by Hollywood actor Robert Montgomery (Naval reserve Officer) .

There were three divisions of Operation High Jump: one land group with tractors, explosives, and plenty of equipment to refurbish "Little America", and make an airstrip to land the six R-4D's (DC-3's), and two seaplane groups. The R4-D's were fitted with jet-assist takeoff bottles (JATO) in order to takeoff from the short runway of the aircraft carrier "Philipine Sea". They also were fitted with large skis for landing on the ice field prepared for them. The skis were specially fitted at three inches above the surface of the carrier deck. When landing on the ice at "Little America" the three inches of tire in contact with the snow and ice provided just enough and not too much drag for a smooth landing. Admiral Byrd's team of six R4-D's were fitted with the super secret "Trimetricon" spy cameras and each plane was trailing a magnetometer. They flew over as much of the continent as they could in the short three month "summer" period, mapping and recording magnetic data.

Magnetometers show anomalies in the Earth's magnetism, i.e. if there is a "hollow" place under the surface ice or ground, it will show up on the meter.

On the last of many "mapping" flights where all six planes went out, each on certain pre-ordained paths to film and "measure" with magnetometers, Admiral Byrd's plane returned THREE HOURS LATE.

It was stated that he had "lost an engine" and had had to throw everything overboard except the films themselves and the results of magnetometer readings in order to maintain altitude long enough to return to Little America. This is most certainly the time when he met with representatives of the aryans and a contingent of nazis.

The task force came steaming back with their data which then became classified "top secret". Secretary of the Navy James Forrestal retired and started to "talk". He was put in Bethesda Naval Hospital psychiatric ward where he was prevented from seeing or talking to anyone, including his wife! After a short while he was thrown out the window while trying to hang himself with a bedsheet. It was ruled a suicide, case closed. He was telling people about the underground aryan base

Thanks for the info alot of that I have not heard before. Sorry however, I should have been more clear in wording my question. Is there any official source which could prove Byrd's supposed diary to be real?

Well it's a pilots log and it is signed by him so i guess its real.

I have read that diary, and the stories surrounding it many times and I still do not know what to think about it all.

He never struck me as the kind of person who would make such a thing up. In addition being a military man he is unlikely to feel as so many people do that the use of nukes on Japan was unjustified. Those sorts of feelings are what drive many people to fabricate accounts where Aliens express the fears that the humans have over where we might be heading.

Admiral Byrd was human, and perhaps deep down he was afraid of where atomic technology would lead, but even if he was this account had little chance of changing anything.

I sort of keep it in the, rather large, pile of unanswered questions that I hope I will someday find the key to understanding.


A.T
(-)

I believe there's quite a few admiral bryd debunkers (of course). I was watching on techtv on one of there conspiracy shows a few months ago, were they stated that, what he wrote was because of a different writing style. That the things he wrote meant different things. I personally don't believe it, considering that he was an educated man, and two just because something might be mistranslated, doesn't mean the credibilty falters. No one is perfect. But i personally don't beleve in a hollow earth, but large caves is a definite possibility!

edit: spelling check again

[edit on 18-9-2005 by malakiem]

[edit on 18-9-2005 by malakiem]

Originally posted by timoothy

Originally posted by owner
This subject also greatly interests me as well as the whole of Operation Highjump however, is there any source which could prove this is official and not just fabricated?

Secretary of the US Navy James Forrestal sent a naval task force to Antarctic including Admiral Nimitz, Admiral Krusen and Admiral Byrd, called "Operation Highjump".

It was touted to be an expedition to find "coal deposits" and other valuable resources, but in actuality they were trying to find the underground base of the Nazis in Neuschwabenlandt. The nazis had done a very detailed study of the Antarctic and were alleged to have built an underground base there. In this regard however, the aryans have had an underground habitation in Antarctic for more than a million years.

so there have been people in the artic for MORE THAN A MILLION YEARS...bulla..or am i reading it wrong? In this regard however, the aryans have had an underground habitation in Antarctic for more than a million years.

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[edit on 19-9-2005 by sanctum]

Originally posted by jinj
so there have been people in the artic for MORE THAN A MILLION YEARS...bulla..or am i reading it wrong?

In this regard however, the aryans have had an underground habitation in Antarctic for more than a million years.

You're right -- that one can be dismissed as a silly argument right from the start. homo Sapiens has only been around for about 200,000 years. A million years ago there were only homo erectus and some Australopithecenes, and there's no evidence that any of those went around sieg-heiling anyone. Or were Aryan, for that matter.

following the links on the ABOUT website

interesting comment. in 1909 they found some remains in alabama, but the smithsonian "lost" them...
yeah right, sure they're lost , uhuh...

that's not the only thing they "lost"
it seems to be a habit of theirs , to lose artifacts , that just don't fit the " script " we've been given.

bloody whores.[ sorry ]

Originally posted by Indellkoffer
You're right -- that one can be dismissed as a silly argument right from the start. homo Sapiens has only been around for about 200,000 years. A million years ago there were only homo erectus and some Australopithecenes, and there's no evidence that any of those went around sieg-heiling anyone. Or were Aryan, for that matter.

He's probably referring to the alien race sometimes referred to as Aryans. White Martians I believe that are said to have become the white people of Earth.

[edit on 19-9-2005 by Loungerist]

It seems to me most people that replied to this thread really did not comprehend the accurate way he logged this info into a formal document .
You must remember he was an admiral with very good flying skills,and not one to fabricate a story like this one,especially into a log book.So i'm going to ask you to read this again and see if any one else feels that if this document is real it must be true.

for better reading i'll paste the article;


The exploration flight over the North Pole
( The Inner Earth My Secret Diary )

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 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 its 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

Originally posted by timoothy
Well it's a pilots log and it is signed by him so i guess its real.

There's no way of knowing if it's actually signed by Admiral Byrd or not. Both of the sources linked to provide the alleged text of the diary, and no actual photographs of it. In neither of the pages do you actually see his signature - and how many of us would know if it was actually his signature or not? I personally have never seen it, so I would have no basis for comparison.

Personally, I've always been highly skeptical of the hollow earth theories, as general physics (as we know them - namely the laws regarding density versus gravity) tends to disprove it. I've always been one of an open mind, and I am quite willing to admit error and change my views in light of new evidence, however, there has never been anything shown regarding the hollow earth theory that is compelling enough to make me think, even remotely, that it's true.

I want to see documents - the actual documents, not web pages reproducing them. I want to see photographs - after all, weren't these planes outfitted with high-powered spy cameras (and given the photos that have been leaked in the past, photos as compelling as those that were surely taken during this voyage would have been leaked as well)?

Where is the hard evidence? I'm willing to believe if it can be proven. As yet, all I've seen is heresay.

[edit on 19-9-2005 by obsidian468]

only someone , familiar with him would really know for sure.

I'm not much of a computer wizz,but i did find some info that needs to be taken a little futher by someone other than myself.I found some info regarding the trip he made with a fellow officer on board the plane they flew .It states there is a copy of log books,personal diaries ,and notes of the so called trip.

here is part of it;



The papers of Bernt Balchen span the years 1917-1996, with
the bulk of the material concentrated in the period 1928-1980.
The collection is composed chiefly of Balchen's diaries and
logbooks, research papers of his wife, Audrey S. Balchen, and a
group of scrapbooks. Other Balchen papers are located at the
Albert F. Simpson Historical Research Center at Maxwell Air Force
Base, Montgomery, Alabama, and at the National Archives and
Records Administration, Washington, D.C. The collection is
arranged into three series: Notebooks, Research File, and
Scrapbooks. A large photograph file covering most of Balchen's
career was transferred to the Library's Prints and Photographs
Division.

Most significant in the Notebooks series are Balchen's
diaries and logbooks. The diaries date from the 1930s and 1940s
and include entries pertaining to Balchen's association with
Lincoln Ellsworth's Antarctic expedition, his work with the
Norwegian Airlines, and the construction of an air base on
Greenland during World War II. Many entries are in Norwegian.
Prominent among the logbooks is Balchen's log for the trimotor
Fokker _Josephine Ford_ for 1926. Balchen later cited his record
of the performance of the plane to dispute Richard Evelyn Byrd's
claim to have flown the same plane over the North Pole. The
Notebook series also includes autobiographical notes and writings
pertaining to his activities in support of the Norwegian
underground resistance during World War II.

The Research File contains papers generated by Audrey S.
Balchen primarily after the death of her husband. It documents
her administration of Balchen's papers and her research regarding
his career. The file includes photocopies of many of her
husband's papers and some original items scattered throughout the
file. Files relating to Richard E. Byrd's North Pole expedition
in 1926 contain correspondence with Byrd and Balchen's notes
regarding the expedition and their later relationship. Material
ancillary to the North Pole expedition is found in files
pertaining to Richard Montague and to Balchen's autobiography,
_Come North With Me_, which includes a photocopy of an early
unpublished version of his memoirs. Another important file, the
military file, contains photocopies of correspondence pertaining
to his military career.


it say you can view these papers at the national archives.Here's the site.

www.loc.gov...

find this book for more info


MONTAGUE, Richard. Oceans, Poles and Airmen. The First Flights over Wide Waters and Desolate Ice. Random House, New York:1971.

8vo,pp.x,307,[iii], illust., d/w. Very Good copy.

Lots of polar interest, including Amundsen, Nobile, Balchen, Byrd, Wilkins. And, a very interesting account of the two versions of Balchen's critique of Byrd's North Pole Flight in the Josephine Ford, before and after the threat of litigation
explbooks.co.uk...

is it even a remote possibility the good admiral was trying to drum up funding for his expeditions by making fantatic claims ?

I'll give you this, if you are tying to hide, its hard to beat antarctica as a place to go.


heck, for $18,950 US, you can go look for yourself

www.expeditioncompany.net...

Just use Google Earth and take a look for yourself... There are no open, green areas up there...

I smell I-want-to-be-something-hoax.

I do believe he was something already.