Strangers Beneath the Earth

by Mike S.

May 9, 1926

Long shot of Ford Tri-Motor plane flying near the North Pole.

Cut to command center receiving radio reports from the Admiral flying the plane.

"Its unbelievable. We keep flying and flying and we still are not across the pole yet."

"WAIT!"

"There is no center . . . there is no center!"

The radio operator listening, radios:

"Clipper One, Clipper One! Come in, over!"

"There's a land of mountains, forests, green vegetation, lakes and rivers BELOW us! We're turning back NOW!"

Tri-Motor plane landing scene. Reporters meet the Admiral and his assistant proclaiming them heroes newsreel footage. Two Navy Security policemen escort the Admiral and his aid to a medical lab for "examinations."

At the White House

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FDR receives telegram, sealed. He opens it, and drops his monocal. "Get me Professor Einstein here at once."

Einstein arrives later. He reads the report.

FDR: "We are about to embark on another WORLD WAR. We cannot let the Nazis know about this hollow earth" or to contact them and make a treaty or else they will rule the world. Is it possible?"

Einstein: "Yes, there are definitely more than 3 dimensions, probably 4. Most scientists conceive 5."

FDR: "What can we do to stop them, contain them?"

Einstein: "We can harness the power of the atom in a bomb, threaten to use it on them or destroy the whole earth if necessary to make them back off."

FDR: "That's all. Thank-you."

(FDR's aides come in.)

FDR: "I want Admiral Byrd decorated and sent to some obscure spot to finish his career. I want him to survive the coming war and to go back to find out exactly what he saw up there. But I want him watched at all times. No word of this is to leave his mouth until he's in his grave, understood?"

(His key advisors nod.)

FDR: "Van, what should we do?"

Vannevar Bush: "We build a ring of bases around the arctic. No one gets to the North Pole."

FDR: "What if THEY choose to come here?"

Van: "We tell the public they are space aliens....and....we build the BOMB."

FDR: "I want a test on the public's reaction to this. Can you arrange it?"

Joe Morgenstein: "I can get Orson Welles to do a broadcast and see if the public panics.

Newsreel footage reads Orson Welles "War of the Worlds." Broadcast creates panic, some people die.

The government decides to cover up and deny any UFO sighting. World War II begins and the atomic bomb is created. Mysterious "FOO" fighters circle around our war planes. The flying disks land and confer with Germany's Nazi leaders who are steeped in the occult and give secrets to their aircraft designers who create mysterious flying wing aircraft and jets. FDR dies from the strain. Admiral Byrd sits out the war in a supply warehouse. The atomic bomb explodes in a test and ends the war.

The heroes of Hiroshima/Nagasaki, the 509th Bomb Group moves to Roswell, New Mexico for further tests. Flying disks are spotted and some crash. General Ramey holds a press conference denying it all saying they were "weather balloons." More flying saucers spotted around the world. Israel is reborn in the middle east.

President Truman creates National Security Act creating the CIA.

"We will not be caught with our damn pants down again like we were for Pearl Harbor!"

Not realizing Pearl Harbor was allowed to happen to bring the U.S. into WWII, his aides smile sarcastically, they are getting what they want -- a secret national security apparatus that would exist perpetually.

Truman: I want to get to the bottom of this "flying saucer" craze. I've heard reports that the Nazis have something to do with these "FOO" fighters and have hid plans in the arctic regions. WELL?"

As an outsider thrust into the Presidency by FDR's death, his aides are reluctant to talk.

Truman: "We still have Byrd in uniform?"

(The aides roll their eyes.)

Truman: "I want another expedition and I want everything that is found put on my desk right, here. Have Byrd do it."

Admiral Byrd in a C-47 (Navy designation: R4D) with skis goes to the South Pole again where he spots strange objects.

"I'm seeing silvery objects flying from the center. My God! They have swastika-type insignia on them!"

He is forced to make a landing in this undiscovered land.

On March 5, 1947 the El Mercurio newspaper of Santiago, Chile, had a headline article "On Board the Mount Olympus on the High Seas" which quoted Byrd in an interview with Lee van Atta:

"Adm. Byrd declared today that it was imperative for the United States to initiate immediate defense measures against hostile regions. The admiral further stated that he didn't want to frighten anyone unduly but that it was a bitter reality that in case of a new war the continental United States would be attacked by flying objects which could fly from pole to pole at incredible speeds. [Earlier he had recommended defense bases at the North Pole.] Admiral Byrd repeated the above points of view, resulting from his personal knowledge gathered both at the north and south poles, before a news conference held for International News Service."

When Byrd returned to the States, he was hospitalized and was not allowed to hold any more press conferences. In March 1955, he was placed in charge of Operation Deepfreeze which was part of the International Geophysical Year [1957-1958] exploration of the Antarctic.

Byrd is sent one last time to the South Pole in 1956, where he finds again mysterious openings in the earth.

The cabal meets in Washington D.C.

"We cannot keep a lid on Byrd or Forrestal."

"Loose lips, sink ships."

"You know what to do."

1957 - National Geographic Society

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Admiral Byrd, now old, agrees to speak at the upcoming meeting.

Director: "Yes, he's quite a character."

He is the one assigned to watch Byrd like a hawk.

He makes a phone call.

"I think he's getting ready to talk."

Byrd runs to a drugstore to buy some cough drops. He gives the cashier girl a 20 dollar bill and a closed envelope. A man of routines and discipline, this is the first time he has gone to this store, catching his watchers temporarily offguard.

He looks into her eyes. He smiles.

"Please. I'm dying. That is a present for you. Don't look down. Please mail it. We are being watched."

As Byrd walks out of the drugstore 3 men in business suits grab him and throw him into a car and speed away. He is tortured for hours and not given food or water.

Days later after he fails to appear at the National Geographic Society meeting, he is found dead in a warehouse at age 69. Medal of Honor winner and National hero, now dead from dehydration and malnutrition.

Scenes of the letter arriving at David Palmer's home.....opening it he rushes to his typewriter. Admiral Byrd's funeral, full military honors. Manuscript goes to print in Flying Saucer Magazine.

"Strangers within the Earth"

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Copies sell out instantly creating a stir. Federal agents raid Palmer's home, trash and torch it. Palmer dies in a car "accident." Agents recover every magazine, buying them . . . except a few.

FLASH FORWARD

James Jennings at his computer reading a web page on the lost magazine writings revealed in a 1964 book,The Hollow Earth by Dr. Richard Bernard describing some of the previous events.

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"My God."

He contacts the web page's author by email.

I wonder what was in Admiral Byrd's diary?

National Security Agency Headquarters, Fort Meade, Maryland

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A light goes off indicating someone has gone to the web site of the forbidden book.

A supervisor orders the computer screen operator to do a full background check on . . .

James L. Jennings
36
Owner, Jennings's Industries
Pilot, adventurer, inventor
U.S. Army Special Forces Captain in National Guard
Airborne, EIB, SF, Ranger Tabs

1115 Gavin Circle
Falls Church, Va 22134
(703) 555-3454

Supervisor: "Keep an eye on him. He has independent resources."

Jennings does an internet search on Roswell.

He finds a picture of General Ramey holding a note during the press conference he held denying UFOs had crashed.

He does a photo enlargement.

"Hmmmm . . ."

He calls in his photo expert at the office.

"Jeff, I want you to contact the National Archives and get originals of this pic I'm emailing you. I want you to enlarge the note he is holding."

Jennings' Industries, days later.

Jeff shows Jennings the enlarged note showing that Ramey was lying since it says "disks" had landed at 0934 hours.

Cradle Telephone or Liberty Bell Symbol

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[ Large Underlined Header ]

[ Top Left ]

[ Official Crest ]

[ handwritten numerals ] 15 33

1) .... AS THE ?? PLA KIF (could this be PLANE WRECK?)

2) .... 4 hRS THE VICTIMS OF.THE.DOA.REYK....FORWARDED TO YOU

3) ......... AT FORT WORTH, TEXAS

4) .............. THE "DISK" L...AT 0984 ACKNOWLEDGES

Jennings: "Admiral Byrd's lost diary. Can you find it?"

Jeff: "Sure, Jim, but its going to take some time."

Jennings: "Whatever it takes . . . FIND IT. What about satellite photos of the pole?"

Jeff: Take a look at this one below:

Here is a close-up of the hole:

Map of the hollow earth.

Jennings: "How can this be?"

Jeff: "Jim, the change at the top is so gradual that you do not realize you have gone in. You have to be high in space to see the curvature of the earth.

3 days later Jeff runs into Jenning's office.

"I've got it!! . . .I think."

They rush to his computer screen.

Admiral Richard B. Byrd's Diary (February-March 1947)

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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, 19 February 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 Whitneys 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 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 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 intensely 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 it.

Jennings decides to put together an expedition to the North Pole to find out if what Byrd discovered is true or not.

He forms a team together of experts to accompany him. He buys a C-130 "J" model Hercules aircraft with extended range and fuel tanks and equips it with skies. All supplies will be rigged for a parachute drop since he doesn't know what will take place. We may have to walk our way out. Navigation will be by gyrocompass.

Mysterious X man accosts Jennings in his car warning him that he is being watched and will be shot down if he approaches the "center."

"The Russians in 1966 tried to drill to the center of the earth."

"So?"

"They heard horrific screams from beings tormented below. Many went insane, some died on the scene. There is a reason why men cannot go to the earth's center."

"I'm still going."

"You may not like what you find." He gives him a note on how to evade the radar and a Bible with a verse marked. "When your world goes to shit read this verse. Not until then."

Jenning's expedition takes off in C-130J and flies 5 feet over the water to evade radar thanks to tip from Mr. X.

Harrowing flight . . . flock of birds ingest into left engines, causing fire.

Pilot needs altitude.

Radar screen operators detect their plane . . . they are outraged and scramble fighters to shoot them down.

Satellites in space acquire engine fire and begin to track their plane.

"They are headed to the forbidden zone."

The President is contacted. "They may violate the treaty."

Their plan enters the center vortex after seeing the Aurora borealis.

F-15 Eagles are scrambled to follow them in.

They continue traveling. They do not come out back side of north pole.

"We cannot continue this way! We will run out of fuel unless we turn back NOW."

They cannot . . . there are fighters on their tail.

The world turns sideways.

Their compass needles spin.

They begin a flat spin.

Their engines run out of fuel.

The two F-15s following them turn back just in time using all their thrust.

They are in a vortex, falling, falling, falling.

"Emergency procedures!"

Everyone struggles to don parachutes.

"Prepare to bail out with survival package!"

The sky turns completely black, the men scream in horror.

Heat begins to build.

Tense leaders confrontation: "we may not EVER stop falling. If we are falling to the center of the earth . . we will continue until we reach the fiery center . . . HELL."

More screams.

"Do something, Captain!"

Men getting dizzy and in fright begin to vomit.

Strange creatures begin to attack the plane. Claws rip through the fuselage and tear away a bloody man. Another bird like creature, saliva dripping enters the plane for more victims.

"Bail out!"

Several men parachute behind the survival package but a few chose to remain with the plane.

They cannot be coaxed to leave. Jennings bails out.

The plane explodes.

Under canopy, the men steer towards each other and the survival pack. The heat is building.

One man bursts into flames and plummets to the center.

Suddenly, the world turns sideways again.

Long green pastures, strange animals, some looking prehistoric------the men land finally after 2 hours of drifting.

Scared and shivering with fear the men huddle together.

"Where are we?"

A flying silver disk hovers overhead.

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