Richard E. Byrd is known to the general public as a polar aviator, pioneer, researcher and traveler. He gained popularity after November 28, 1929, when he flew over the South Pole. Richard Byrd already had at that time experience of two record flights - over the North Pole in 1926 and over the Atlantic Ocean, from New York to the Normandy coast in 1927. In addition, Richard Byrd took part in Antarctic expeditions four times, including a rather special naval operation. USA named "High Jump", which gave rise to many rumors about flying discs attacking the US fleet from underwater off the coast of Antarctica. The last expedition in which he participated took place in 1956. He died on June 11, 1957 in his house in Boston.

In addition to reports of Operation High Jump in 1946, when the U.S. fleet lost several battleships and dozens of fighters fighting an unknown enemy, Richard Byrd's name is associated with another secret. After his death, he left a notebook with interesting details of the 1947 expedition, which did not get into the official report. Only possible until the report is marked "top secret".

The notes say that at the time of the flight over the North Pole in 1947, the plane with Byrd on board was on the opposite side of the Earth. After his death, these notes, which he recorded in a personal notebook in 1956, became public property.

It's hard to say if they're original - the departure date listed almost coincides with the return date from the Antarctic "High Jump" expedition. We also know that Byrd had to spend a long time at the Pentagon to report the operation. And there is no flight in February 1947 in the publicly available lists of polar expeditions.

Perhaps Richard Byrd, who wrote these lines just before his death, distorted some of the data. Or this flight did not make it into the official files due to secrecy. Hard to say. It is also possible that what he wrote is just a story based on what he saw when he took part in the first polar expedition in 1926, with which "everything was not quite right" either. The notebook from this flight became an official document, was subjected to "modifications" and later declared a forgery because it does not contain real events. This begs the question - what did Byrd actually see during the flight in 1926?

The text of the notebook cannot be considered as irrefutable proof of the existence of a hollow Earth, even if it constitutes further indirect evidence. Here is a translation from the English original.

Interesting fact - Byrd writes in the notebook that he got to the opposite side of the Earth, where he saw a mammoth. Russian academic writer Vladimir Afanasevich Obruchev (Владимир Афанасьевич Обручев), in his book Plutonia (Plutonium)  also describes mammoths inhabiting the entrance area to the opposite side of the Earth. And in the epilogue of the novel about the expedition, which got to the opposite side, Obručev writes these words: “The notebook accidentally got a notebook and pictures of one of the deceased participants in the expedition. The book is based on these materials. "

Richard Byrd's notebook translation:

I write these notes in secret and I don't understand everything. They relate to my flight over the Arctic on February 19, 1947.

The time is coming when the necessity of truth obscures rationality. I do not have the authority to reveal the following documentation at the time of writing… It may never be revealed to the general public, but it is my duty to write down everything that could one day be read.

Logbook: Arctic base, 19.02.1947

6:00 All preparations for our flight north are complete and we can disengage from the ground at 6:10 with full tanks of fuel.

6:20 The air / fuel mixture in the right engine is too saturated, we've done the regulation and now the Pratt Whittneys engines are working well.

7:30 Radio contact with base. All right, the radio signal is good.

7:40 I noticed a small oil leak in the right engine, but the oil pressure indicator shows that everything is normal.

8:00 A little turbulence recorded eastward at 2321 feet, we changed the altitude to 1700 feet, the turbulence did not recur, but the strong rear wind. Minor modifications to the throttle valve, now the aircraft is well controlled.

8:15 Radio contact with base, everything is standard.

8:30 Turbulence again. We're climbing 2900 feet, again, everything's fine.

9:10 Endless snow and ice, areas appear with a touch of yellow. We change course for a better examination of these areas, we observe areas with a red tinge to purple. We make two trips over these places and return to the course. Radio contact with the base, we compare the position and report the color of snow and ice below us.

9:10 The magnetic and gyroscopic compasses stop swinging. They rotate in such a way that we cannot follow a course based on the instruments. We use a solar compass as much as it allows us to maintain our course. The aircraft is quite difficult to steer, even if the frost coverage of the fuselage is not visible.

9:15 In the distance, something resembling mountains.

9:49 After 29 minutes, we were convinced that they were really mountains. A small mountain back that I have never seen before!

9:55 We change the height to 2950 tracks because we see again a strong turbulence.

10:00 We fly over a small mountain range, still going north as accurately as possible, as can be estimated. In addition to the mountain massif, we see a small clearing with a river or stream in the middle. But there cannot be a green plain below us! There's obviously something wrong here! There should be snow and ice! On the left side we see a forest growing on the slopes of the mountains. Our navigation devices are still rotating, the flywheel is rocking forward-backward.

10:05 I'm changing the altitude to 1400 feet and tilting to the left so we can get a better look at the plain below us. It is green either because of the moss or because of the densely woven grass. The light looks different here. I can't see the sun anymore. We make another turn and observe something that resembles a large animal below us. It looks like an elephant. No !!! Much more like a mammoth! Incredibly! But it is so! We're descending 1000 feet, and I'm getting binoculars so I can get a better look at the animal. I was convinced - it must be a mammoth-like animal. We notify the base.

10:30 We find more green hills. The temperature indicator behind the deck shows 74 degrees Fahrenheit (note, 23 degrees Celsius). We continue north in the summer. Navigation devices are now standard. I am surprised by their behavior. We're trying to connect to the base. Radio contact does not work!

11:30 The ground beneath us is flatter and more normal (so to speak). In front of us we are looking at something that is falling on the city !!!! Incredibly! The plane seems to be particularly light. The steering does not respond! God! Along the sides of our wings are strange types of flying machines. They fly along and approach quickly. In their form, they resemble a glossy disk. They're close enough for us to recognize their markings. It's a swastika !!! Fantastic. Where are we? What happened? I'm trying to pull a stick - no reaction !! We are captured by some invisible vices!

11:35 Our radio starts to crackle and hear a voice in English with a subtle Scandinavian or German accent. "Admiral, we welcome you to our territory. We will land with your plane in 7 minutes. Relax, Admiral, you are in good hands. " I noticed that the engines of our aircraft stopped! The plane is under some incomprehensible control and is now making a turn on its own. Control is useless.

11:40 We have another radio station: "We're starting the landing process." After a while, the plane begins to shake gently and descend as if it were on an invisible elevator. We descend very smoothly and touch the ground with minimal shock!

11:45 I'm speeding up my last logbook entry. Several men are approaching our plane on foot. They are tall with blond hair. In the distance, the big city is pulsating and flashing with all the colors of the rainbow. I don't know what will happen now, but I don't see the weapons of those approaching us. I hear a voice calling on my name to open the cargo door. I listen. End of diary.

From now on, I describe all the events from memory. The events described below are beyond any imagination and would seem like complete nonsense if they did not actually happen.

The radio operator and I were taken away from the plane, but they treated us very kindly and with respect. Then we boarded a vehicle resembling a platform, but without wheels. He took us to the shimmering city at great speed. Upon approaching, the city seemed to be built of some crystal-like material. We soon came to a large building, a similar one I had never seen in my life.

The architecture was reminiscent of the work of Frank Lloyd Wright (note: American architect, known for his extraordinary projects such as Fallingwater or Solomon Museum) or even the fantastic short story by Buck Rogers (note, hero of American sci-fi literature) !! We got a hot drink that didn't look like anything I had tasted before. Famous! After about 10 minutes, our unusual guides showed up and said I had to leave with them. I had no choice but to obey. I left my radio operator and soon we entered something resembling an elevator.

We descended for a while, then the cabin stopped and the door lifted silently up! We continued down the corridor flooded with pink brightness. It seemed to come from the walls themselves. One of our guides gestured to stop at the big door. There were some signs on them that I didn't understand. The large door opened quietly and invited me to enter. One of the guides said: "Do not worry, Admiral, he'll take you Host".

I enter the bottom and see an unusually bright light filling the whole room. When my eyes get used to this brightness, I see what surrounds me. What I saw was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. It was too beautiful for me to describe. It was delicate and refined. I don't think there are any words that can describe IT in terms of accuracy or detail! My thoughts were slightly interrupted by a nice melodic voice:

"Welcome to our country, Admiral." I see an adult man with sympathetic facial features. He is sitting at a large table. With a wave of his hand, he offered me one of the chairs. As I sat down, he intertwined his fingers and smiled. He continued in a kind voice and delivered the message below.

"We allowed you to come here because you are a noble man and well-known on the Earth's surface, Admiral." My breath stopped at the words "earth's surface"! "Yes," the Host continued with a smile, "You are in the land of Arianni (orig., in the land of Arians), the inner world of the Earth. We will not take much time from your mission and return you untouched safely to the Earth's surface. Now, Admiral, I need to explain why you are here.

We have been observing your race since the first nuclear weapons exploded in Hiroshima and Nagasaki in Japan. It was at this turbulent time that we sent our flying modules, Flugelrads, to your Earth for the first time on the Earth's surface to find out what had happened.

Of course, now it is in the past, my dear Admiral. But I have to keep going. You know, we've never been involved in the brutality and wars of your race before, but now we're forced to do it. You have proceeded to manipulate a force that is not for humans. I'm talking about nuclear energy. Our envoys have already delivered messages to the great powers of your world, but they are not listening yet. Today we have chosen you as a witness that our world really exists. You see, our science and culture is many thousands of years before yours, Admiral. "

I interrupted him: "But how does that relate to me, Sir?"

The Host's eyes seemed to penetrate my mind, and after a short pause he continued: "Your race has reached a point where you will not come back. Among you are those who will destroy your whole world, rather than give up their own powers of consciousness. " I nodded and the Host continued: "In 1945 and later, we tried to make contact with your race, but our attempts met with hostility. Our Flugelrads were shelled. Yes, even pursued by your fighters for destruction. Therefore, now, my son, I say that a great storm is preparing in your world, a black rage that will not be exhausted for many years. There will be no answer in your weapons, your science will not protect you. And a storm can rage until the last flower of your culture is trampled, until all humanity is trampled into endless chaos. Your last war was just a prelude to what your race will have to go through. We see everything more clearly here with every hour. Do you think I'm wrong? ”

"No", I replied, "It had happened before, the dark centuries came and continued for another five hundred years."

"Yes, my son," the Host replied. "The dark centuries that will come now will cover the Earth with a dark veil, but I believe that some of your race will survive this storm. Nothing else can be said. In the distance we see a new world, born in the ruins of your race, looking for lost legendary values ​​and they will be here, my son. In custody with us. When that time comes, we will come out again to help you resurrect your race and culture. Maybe in the meantime you will understand the futility of wars and rivalries… Maybe then some parts of your science and culture will be brought back so that you can start from the beginning. You, my son, must return to the world on the Surface of the Earth with this message. "

After these words, it seemed that our meeting was over. I stood there for a while like in a dream… and yet I knew it was a reality. For some strange reason, I bowed slightly, maybe out of respect, maybe out of humility, I don't know.

I suddenly noticed that my two guides stood beside me. "Let's go, Admiral," one of them said. Before I started, I once again looked at the Host. There was a smile on his wise face, he said, "Be good, my son!" He waved my hand in the character of peace. Our meeting was definitely over.

We quickly left the Host's room through the large door and re-entered the elevator. The door opened quietly and we moved up. One of my guides said: "We must hurry now, Admiral. The host does not want to delay you any longer and you must return to your race with this message. "

I was silent. Everything was absolutely incredible. When we stopped, my thoughts were interrupted again. I entered the room and found myself next to my radio operator again. He had a worried expression on his face. I approached him and said: "All right, Howie, all right". Two guides took us to the waiting means of transport and we were soon back on the plane. The engines were turned off and we boarded immediately. The air was now soaked with a sense of urgency. As soon as the cargo door closed, the plane began to climb with an invisible force until we reached an altitude of 2700 feet. Two flying machines accompanied us on the sides on the way back. I must note here that the speed indicator did not show that we were not moving, although in fact we were moving at a very high speed.

14:15 Radio message arrived: "We will leave you now, Admiral, your management is working again. Auf Wiedersehen !!!! " We watched for a moment as the flugelrads disappeared into the pale blue sky.

The airplane was unexpectedly quaked as if it had entered the air jam. We quickly adjusted the plane. We were silent for some time, everyone was thinking about their ...

The logbook entry continues:

14:20 Once again, we are above large areas of snow and ice, about 27 minutes from the base. We've made radio contact. We announce that everything is in the norm… in the norm. The base is talking about the relief that we have made contact again.

15:00 We land softly at the base. I have a mission ...

End of logbook entries.
March 11.03.1947, 6 I just attended a meeting of employees at the Pentagon. I have kept them fully informed of my revelation and message from the Host. Everything was properly recorded. The president was reported. I am now in custody for several hours (39 hours and XNUMX minutes, to be exact). I was carefully heard by security staff and a group of doctors.

That was a test !! They put me under the hard control of the US National Security Service! I GOT THE ORDER TO BE SILENT WITH REGARD TO EVERYTHING I EXPERIENCED! Incredibly! They reminded me that I was a soldier and had to obey orders.

30.12.1956, last record:

The last few years since 1947 have not been easy… Now I would like to make my last entry in my diary. In conclusion, I would like to say that I have faithfully protected this secret all these years. It was against my will and against my values. Now I feel that my days are numbered. However, this mystery will not go to the grave with me - just as any other truth will sooner or later prevail.

It may turn out to be the only hope for Humanity. I saw the truth and she strengthened my spirit and set me free! I have given what belongs to the fistic machine of the military-industrial complex. It's been a long night, but it's not the end. So, how long a long Arctic night will end, the dazzling diamond of Truth flashes and those who are in darkness, they drown in her glow...

WHY YOU ARE HAPPY ON THE FIELD, THE CENTER OF LARGE UNKNOWN.