Sunday, September 9, 2012

Evidence for Hollow Inhabited Inner Earth

2012 The Big Picture
For some time I’ve been looking into the theories about our planet being hollow—and I say theories not because I disbelieve, but because as yet, no one has irrefutable proof that the masses accept—but pretty close!
I have enough faith in our gifted souls who share information about past lives and channeled messages, as well as the scientific evidence presented through alternative channels to believe that there are people living on the underside of Earth’s crust. Atlanteans and Lemurians were denied their place in history for a long time but have since been confirmed enough for me, so why would we stop there?
If I believe our Star Families are “out there” watching over us as our guardians, I would consider it hypocritical to deny there could be advanced beings hiding themselves in the Inner Earth; far from we primitives, waiting for the ideal time to mingle and share the secrets of their existence as well as ours.
The most intriguing hook in the Hollow Earth tale for me was the entries in the U.S. Navy’s Rear Admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd’s secret diary from 1947. I could see in my third eye what he was describing and recall thinking, “Why not?”
There are also whisperings of intelligent beings living within other planets in the Universe rather than on their surfaces, and there is growing evidence that our own moon is hollow, as well as Phobos, the moon of Mars. It seems a natural solution on an inhospitable sphere to go subterranean.
There are also books describing the escapades of others who claim to have stumbled upon Inner Earth as well as details from remote viewing sessions.
We know we’re at least thousands of years behind most of the Universe as far as technology, so I believe pretty much anything is possible, and I suspect that later this year, probably after Disclosure and First Contact, we’ll find that anything IS and already has been possible for a very long time.
Our limited thinking and beliefs are the only obstacles preventing us from seeing possibilities and potential where we currently do not—that and our dense, low vibrational plane from where we are unable to detect the higher realms.
Yes, our “masters” have defined our reality for so long that Humanity in general is severely handicapped in its ability to accept or recognize truth and reality. We need to trust some of the recent information coming forth and begin to establish new guidelines for reality if we are to graduate into higher beings and navigate life from a grander perspective.
I certainly can’t improve on Admiral Byrd’s own diary, so I’m including below the entries that pertain to his impromptu visit with the beings residing below the “surface world” as they refer to it, and you can evaluate it for yourself.
It’s not as long as you might think, as his plane was only sidetracked for about 3 hours.
Even if none of it were true, what a glorious story it makes, and a timely one, as we are now at the point of extinction if the wars and plundering of our planet don’t cease, and our star families are again warning us that nuclear war is not an option.
The Secret Diary of Rear Admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd: A Flight to the Land Beyond the North Pole
BYRD’S JOURNAL (with some minor editing by a publisher)
The reader will relive that period as he reads this document. l beg your pardon. The reader will relive that period as he reads this document. To say it is fascinating is to place it mildly but read it now for yourself and I think you will conclude in the Admiral’s own words just as the long night of the Arctic ends the brilliant sunshine of truth shall come again and those who are of darkness shall fail in this light.
And of course that was a quotation by Byrd himself. Now here is the contents of what he has written. He says:
I must write this diary in secrecy and obscurity. It concerns my arctic flight of the 19th day of February in the year 1947. There comes a time when the rationality of men must fade into insignificance and one must accept the inevitability of this truth. I am not at liberty to disclose the following documentation in 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 which hopei the greed and exploitation of certa of mankind can do no loner suppress that which is truth.
O.K. at this point of course he begins with his flight log and the flight log of course is posted as any flight log would be in a military manner, using military times and so forth. Now the hours are eliminated so we won’t use those. Those could be 1400 hours, it could be 0900 hours whatever, but these have all been deleted so for the purposes of this narrative and presentation we’ll just say hours. At the beginning hours it says all preparations are complete for our flight northward and we are airborne with full fuel load at such and such hour.
Next entry: Fuel mixture on starboard engine seems too rich, adjustment made and the Pratt Whitneys are running smoothly now.
Next entry: Position check with bubble sextant, recheck with sun compass our heading execute slight heading change and of course as planned.
Next entry: Radio check with base camp. All is well and radio reception is normal.
Next entry: Note slight oil leak in the starboard engine, oil pressure indicator seems normal however.
Next entry: Slight turbulence noted from easterly direction at altitude of 2,321 feet correction to 1,700 feet. No further turbulence but tail wind increases. Slight adjustment in throttle controls, aircraft performing very well now.
Next entry: Radio check with base camp, situation normal.
Later another entry: Turbulence encountered again, increase altitude to 2,900 feet, smooth flight conditions prevail.
Next entry: Vast ice and snow below, no correlation of yellowish nature and dispersed in a linear pattern.
Altering course for a better examination of this colour pattern below. Note reddish or purple colour 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.
Next entry: 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 or actual icing.
Next entry: In the distance is what appears to be mountains. Next entry: 29 minutes elapsed flight time from the first sighting of the mountains. It is no illusion, they are real. They are mountains and consisting of a small range that I have never seen before.
Next entry: Altitude change to 2,950 feet encountering strong turbulence again.
Next entry: We are crossing over the small mountain range and still proceeding northwards 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.
Next entry: I altered our altitude to 1,400 feet and executed 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 1,000 feet and take binoculars to examine the animal. It is confirmed; it is definitely a mammoth like animal. I report this to base camp.
Next entry: Encountering more rolling green hills now. The external temperature indicator reads 74? 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.
Next entry: 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 disk 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 vise grip of some type.
Next entry: 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. O.K. at this point he says I note the engines of our plane have stopped running. The engine is under some strain to control and is now turning itself. The controls are totally useless.
Next entry: Another radio message received. We begin the landing process now and in moments the plane shudders lightly 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.
Next entry: I am making a hasty last entry in the flight log. Several men are approaching on foot towards our aircraft. They are tall with blonde 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 and this is the end or the log for now.
From this point I write all of the following events from memory. It defies the imagination and would seem all but madness if it had not actually 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 towards the glowing city with great swiftness. As we approach the city seems to be made of crystal like 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 the 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 downwards for some moments. The machine stops and the door lifts silently upwards. 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 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. To 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 finger tips 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 Ari Anni 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 the first atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki Japan. It was at that alarming time we sent our flying machines that is the fukurods (flugelrads) to your surface world to investigate what your race had done. Fukurods incidentally are Flying saucers. This is of course past history 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 you 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 fukurods 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 science. It may rage on until every flower of your culture is trampled and all human beings are leveled in vast chaos. Your recent war is 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, he asked. No, I answered, it happened once before. The dark ages came and they lasted for more than 500 years.
Yes my son, replied the master, the dark ages will come now for your race and 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 growing 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 to and 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 to come to an end. I stood for a moment as if in a dream but yet I knew that 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 towards the master. A gentle smile was on his delicate and ancient face. Farewell my son, he spoke, and then he gestured with a lovely slender hand a motion of peace and our meeting was truly at an end. 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 once again 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 the 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 once again with my radioman. He had an anxious expression on his face and as I approached I said it’s alright Howie, it’s all right. The two beings motioned us towards the waiting 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 the unseen force until we reached an altitude of 2,700 feet. Two of the aircraft were alongside for some distance guiding us on our return way.
I must state here the air speed indicator registered no reading yet we were moving along at a very rapid rate.
Here’s our log again. A radio message comes through. We are leaving you now Admiral, your controls are free. Auf wiedersehn.
Isn’t that interesting. Auf wiedersehn, German, Germanic.
We watch for a moment as the fukurods disappear into the pale blue sky. An aircraft suddenly as though caught in a sharp downdraft for a moment. We quickly recovered our control, we do not speak for some time; each man has his own thoughts.
Entry in log continues: 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. Base camp expresses relief at our re-established contact.
Next entry: We land smoothly at the base camp and I have a mission.
And that is the end of the log entries.
O.K. on March 11th 1947 (this is Admiral Byrd speaking) 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 and 39 minutes to be exact. I am interviewed by top security forces and a medical team. It was indeed an ordeal. I am placed under strict control via the national security provisions of the 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.
Final entry. These last few years elapsed since 1947 have not been kind. I now make my final entry into 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 towards the monstrous military industrial complex.
So once again, it seems the military hushed up a story, yet now it has resurfaced and has ricocheted all over the Internet to help us put our shredded past back together. Interesting that he wrote, “the monstrous military industrial complex”. He knew.
Byrd wrote that just 4 months prior to the Roswell crash. Something to think about.
I thought it particularly interesting that he says the beings were a tall, blonde probably Germanic-speaking race—the Ari Anni. It sounds so similar to Hitler’s planned Aryan race; and flying saucers with swastika-like markings on them—a coincidence?

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