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Continuing our discussion from part one, in the previous paragraphs, I shared with you a very simplified account -- meaning they lack complex scientific explanations -- of the various notable individuals who are known to have either at least considered, or even more fully embraced, some version of the Hollow Earth Theory. If you would like to delve into this subject from a deeper scientific standpoint -- meaning a lot of scientific jargon which you may not understand -- then you may be interested in reading Jan P. Lamprecht's 1999 book called "Hollow Planets: A Feasibility Study of Possible Hollow Worlds". The 596-page paperback version costs a hefty $65.54 on Amazon; or you also get the much cheaper Kindle version for $2.99.

At this point in our discussion, we are now going to change course so-to-speak -- meaning that we are going to switch from a mainly scientific approach -- and address the Hollow Earth Theory from a more religious, New Age, fantasy-like, modern and questionable perspective. So let's dig into it.

According to a certain questionable publication -- a small booklet distributed by a company in the state of Missouri, U.S.A. -- in early 1947, famous American aviator, Admiral Richard E. Byrd, was sent on an Arctic expedition by the United States government for the purpose of determining the feasibility of mining uranium in the Arctic Circle. If we believe what follows, on February the nineteenth, just after completing three hours into his flight, Admiral Byrd had an experience which totally changed his outlook on life, and his personal view of the American government as well. Here then are what some people claim to be actual excerpts from Byrd's secret diary for the months of February and March of that year, and then some final remarks recorded nine years later in 1956, just prior to his death:

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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.

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 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- 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

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 humanity!!!! 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

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It was during the following Spring after the above lines were supposedly written, that Admiral Richard E. Byrd died in his sleep at the age of sixty-eight due to some type of heart ailment. His death occurred on March 11, 1957. Based on online sources, during his lifetime, Admiral Byrd also participated in and commanded a number of expeditions to Antarctica, where his team penetrated deep into the South Polar region, making important and significant discoveries there. Most notable were Operation Highjump from 1946-1947, and Operation Deep Freeze I from 1955-1956.

The previous account concerning Admiral Richard E. Byrd's North Pole expedition is not the only information which has been used to lend support to the Hollow Earth Theory. During this past century, various other polar expeditions have also been launched, the primary goal of which was to reach the true geographical North Pole over land. To understand this, allow me to explain the following. As some of you are aware, there are actually what we might refer to as two North Poles. First of all, there is the true geographical North Pole. This is situated at ninety degrees north latitude.

This is due to the simple fact that being as it is a sphere, the entire Earth is divided into three hundred and sixty degrees, both for latitude, as well as for longitude. Thus, half of the Earth's sphere would be divided into one hundred and eighty degrees. In other words, from the Equator to the geographical North Pole is ninety degrees; and then from the Equator to the geographical South Pole is also another ninety degrees.Then, if we go up the other side of the sphere, we have another one hundred and eighty degrees, giving a total of three hundred and sixty degrees in all.

Aside from the true geographical poles, there also exist the North Magnetic Pole and the South Magnetic Pole. Now it is at these two locations where the Earth's magnetic field is said to be the most intense. According to one science-based book I referred to quite some time ago, the North Magnetic Pole is actually located about one thousand six hundred and seventy kilometers south of the true geographical North Pole, in the vicinity of the ninety degree longitudinal line that is near Bathurst Island in northern Canada. Please note that if you research this today, both the location and the distance may be different to some degree from what I have stated here. This is because it has been suggested that there may actually be as many as three North Magnetic Poles which more or less "float" around a particular area of the Arctic Circle.

In other words, the magnetic poles are not stationary as are the geographical poles. On the opposite extreme -- that is, the Southern Hemisphere -- the South Magnetic Pole is said to be located roughly two thousand six hundred and seventy kilometers north of the geographical South Pole, along the one hundred and forty degrees longitudinal line, near the coast of Antarctica. Again, please take note that due to the aforementioned reason, the current location and distance of the South Magnetic Pole from the geographical South Pole may be different to some degree from what I have stated here.

Now, according to certain statements which were supposedly extracted from the journals of other polar explorers, there are similar observations and experiences which Hollow Earth Theory adherents claim have been purposely suppressed, and kept from the knowledge of the general public. Similar to the descriptions that are found in Admiral Byrd's purported diary, these experiences are also related to unusual natural phenomena which should not be occurring at such a northerly latitude.

Obviously, the further north a person travels away from the Equator and the shorter rays of the Sun, the colder it will become. So as a result of this naturally-occurring reality, with each passing day, the Arctic Ocean becomes even more impassable due to the subzero temperatures causing the water to freeze into large fields of ice on the surface. Because of the unstable nature of these ice fields, one never knows when a particular field might suddenly break up. This presents a rather dangerous situation for the people who explore those remote regions of the world. Between these natural dangers, the limited degree of human endurance, the limitation on how much supplies an exploratory team can carry with it, etc., polar exploration can indeed be quite a challenge. This was particularly true decades ago when our current technologies did not yet exist.

All of these other difficulties aside, as was recorded in Admiral Byrd's purported diary, the most serious challenge comes as one approaches closer to the North Magnetic Pole. Quite simply, due to the strong magnetic field which occurs at these latitudes, one's instruments begin to fluctuate wildly, so that one cannot even rely upon their accuracy in order to determine or maintain his bearings. At this point, other methods of navigation must be used, which is exactly what is mentioned in the purported diary. This magnetic interference and directional confusion has been such, that some polar explorers have become completely disoriented. As a result, instead of veering truly north, they have gone off in some other direction.

Magnetic anomalies aside, some of you may be wondering how it is that Admiral Byrd could fly into this huge hole in the Earth, yet not realize that he was flying into a hole. Well, according to the people who embrace the Hollow Earth Theory, when Admiral Byrd flew into the opening, and when the other explorers sailed into or dog-sled into the opening, the more they advanced inward, the higher the atmosphere became above them, so that it became totally impossible for them to even see the distant side of the opening, and realize that they were actually going into the Earth. Hollow Earth theorists attribute this effect to the huge size of the polar opening, the width of the lip, and the gradual curvature of the lip. That is what they say. I'll let you decide if you want to believe it or not.

According to some of these journals -- which I personally have never seen or read -- if we accept their authenticity, despite these difficulties, some of these arctic explorers were able to continue northward to varying degrees. However, to their great surprise, similar to Admiral Byrd's account in his purported diary, they also began to encounter things which seemed to defy logic. For example, what had once been an ice-congested and impassable sea, slowly became an easily navigable waterway above the seventy-five or eighty degree latitudinal line.

In addition, instead of the subzero temperatures continuing to drop, they did the exact opposite to where they actually became balmy. Even more astounding is the fact that these explorers claimed to begin experiencing a warm wind blowing down from the north. Finally, they began to notice fresh bits of twigs and leaves in the water, large flocks of birds and migrations of butterflies where there should have been no such thing, and other odd phenomena which seemed to indicate that they were travelling southward and not northward.

One example of a purported penetration into the Inner Earth which was not planned, is found in a very early 20th Century book written by Willis George Emerson called "The Smoky God: A Voyage to the Inner World". In this book -- which Amazon describes as "an Edwardian era 'hollow earth' fantasy novel", while Hollow Earth believers view it as an actual biography -- Mr. Emerson relates the tale of a certain father and son Norwegian fishing team whose small vessel was driven by a fierce oceanic storm until they supposedly found themselves sailing over the lip of the northern polar opening and into the Inner Earth. By the way, scientists refer to that region as the Polar Basin.

To continue, the son -- Olaf Jansen -- recalled that this event occurred in April of 1829. For the next two years, Olaf Jansen claimed that he and his father lived with the kind, courteous inhabitants of the Inner Earth, who measured some twelve feet in height. After this time, Jansen claimed that they exited the Inner Earth via the South Pole opening. The book derives its title from the fact that Olaf described the mini-Sun as being smoky in appearance.

In accordance with the story of Norwegian Olaf Jansen, the adherents of the Hollow Earth Theory agree that an entrance to the Inner Earth exists at the South Pole as well. Similar to the Byrd account which describes the inhabitants of the Inner Earth speaking English with a Germanic accent, some New Agers claim that these underworldlings are actually the descendants of the Nazis, who with their technology, escaped to the Inner Earth via the South Pole following their defeat at the close of World War II. Yes, it's a bit wild, but that is apparently what some New Agers and conspiracy theorists actually believe. Exactly how these supposed descendants of the Nazis grew to be twelve feet tall is beyond me.

Taking this story a step further, it is claimed that part of this technology included the first prototype flying disks, and that current UFO sightings are in reality simply more modern versions of the same technology. It is even said that current flying saucers follow flight corridors across South America which originate from the South Pole. It is because of stories such as these that some conspiracy theorists are convinced that there is a greater reason for the presence of foreign governments in Antarctica, than what has actually been stated publicly. In other words, if they are actually there for scientific reasons, the question that is posed by some of these people who embrace such fringe ideas seems to be this: Exactly what are they really studying? If you want to know what these conspiracy theorists think, just watch a few of the really crazy videos that you can find on YouTube.

To add validation to these thoughts, Hollow Earth theorists point to a few disturbing "facts". Please note that I place the word "facts" in quote marks because I honestly have no idea whether or not any of these accounts are really true. At any rate, for example, when British camera crews from the BBC arranged for a visit to Antarctica -- I don't recall now when this incident supposedly occurred -- it is claimed that they encountered some unanticipated problems. For example, while the original itinerary -- which had been planned well in advance -- included a direct flight from South Africa to Antarctica -- which would have included an overflight of the so-called "Area of Inaccessibility" -- somehow, their plans were bungled, and they were forced to travel first to South America.

But their problems did not end there. Now according to the story, upon arriving in South America, they discovered that the only commercial flight available to the subcontinent was operated by an American company, which ferried some twenty to thirty people at a time to the American base of McMurdo Station. These flights were only available during the summer months. Not only that, but when they finally did arrive at their destination, the Britons were treated with some degree of hostility by the Americans who were stationed there.

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