Admiral Byrds Diary Reveals Fallen Angels in Antarctica

Admiral Richard Byrd, a renowned American explorer, is known for his polar expeditions and aviation feats. A diary, believed to be Byrd’s, details an incredible journey to the North Pole where he allegedly encountered UFOs and met with an inner-earth king. This diary, along with a dramatized version of Byrd’s adventures, is now available on YouTube and 4K via End Times Productions. Byrd’s life and expeditions have been widely celebrated, earning him numerous accolades and making him a national hero.
A man from the inner world of the earth, Ariani, welcomes an Admiral due to his noble character. The man explains that they’ve been observing the surface world, especially after the atomic bombs in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. They’ve tried to warn the surface world about the dangers of atomic energy and the impending chaos, but their messages have been ignored. The Admiral is tasked to return to the surface world with their message of warning and hope for a peaceful future.

You’re about to witness, the first time in history, Admiral Byrd’s diary, the dramatized edition, making its way to YouTube and 4K exclusively on End Times Productions YouTube channel. This is a free segment of Hollywood Chronicles, Episode 1, The Dark Chambers, which is available at forthwatchfilms.com. Definitely share this with your friends, it opens up great conversation, and be sure to go check out the full film as well at forthwatchfilms.com. Shortly after Operation High Jump had failed, Admiral Byrd is documented as taking a North Pole expedition. Now it’s probably a good idea to explain a little bit more about Admiral Byrd, before going any further, as this next account is as mind blowing as they come.

Richard Evelyn Byrd was an American naval officer who specialized in feats of great exploration. He was a pioneering American aviator, he was a polar explorer, and he was an organizer of polar logistics. He served as a navigator and expedition leader on aircraft flights in which he crossed the Atlantic Ocean, a segment of the Arctic Ocean, and even a segment of the Antarctic Plateau. Byrd claimed that his expeditions had been the first to reach the North and South Poles by air, and he was highly accredited and praised for these major accomplishments worldwide. It was in his lifetime that Byrd had amassed 22 citations and special accommodations, including the Medal of Honor, which is the highest honor for heroism given by the United States.

Byrd was one of only four Americans in history, entitled to wear a medal with their own image on it. He was a national hero and explorer, awarded with notoriety even from the Smithsonian. Admiral Byrd was held to a high degree of respect in terms of the world, and he was highly regarded and valued by the U.S. government for a lifetime of accomplishments through expeditions and missions. Finally, he was on the cover of Time Magazine, published on Monday, November 8, 1926, as well as two commemorative postage stamps. And his expeditions were publicized greatly in the media of his day.

It is not only our greatest living explorer, but he’s been an inspiration to countless Americans. Admiral Byrd, you’ve been to both the North Pole and the South Pole. Is there any unexplored land left on this earth that might appeal to adventurous young Americans? Yes, there is, and not up around the North Pole because it’s getting crowded up there now because they find out it’s really usable, not only to live in, but militarily. So what we have here is someone who isn’t exactly a Johnny Come Lately. We’re not talking about a questionable conspiracy theorist, but rather someone with a lifetime of adventures and documented stories of expeditions that we only hear about or see in the movies.

That being stated, a diary has surfaced, claiming to be that of Admiral Byrd, documenting one of the most amazing expeditions to date. We’re dealing with a man who was taken into the North Pole by UFOs and was forced to meet with the inner-earth king, or the master, if we’re going by the diary’s own terminology. No one can state it better than the words of the diary itself. Admiral Richard E. Byrd’s diary, February, March, 1947. The land beyond the poles. 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 19th day of February in the year of 1947. 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, one can no longer suppress that which is truth. Flight log, base camp, arctic.

February 19, 1947. 0600 hours. All preparations are complete for our flight northward, and we are airborne with full fuel tanks at 0610 hours. 0910 hours. Fast ice and snow below. 0915 hours. In the distance is what appears to be mountains. 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. 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’s 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 log. From this point, I write all the following events here from memory. It defies the imagination it would seem all but madness if it had not happened. The radio man 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 10 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 radio man behind and we walk a short distance and enter into what seems to be an elevator. We descend downward for some moments and the machine stops and the door lifts silently upward. We then proceed down a long hallway that is lit by 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 at 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. Surface world, I half gasp under my breath. Yes, the master replies with a smile. You are in the domain of the Ariani, 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 in Nagasaki, Japan. It was at that alarming time we sent our flying machines, the Flugerats, 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 flu garades 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’m 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, motion 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 motion of peace, and our meeting was truly ended. . . . . . . . [tr:trw].