A Map made by cartographer Heinrich C. Berann is believed to show an entrance to the inner Earth, the Kingdom of Agartha. In that map, the Antarctic continent can be observed without its thick layer of ice.
One of the most bizarre and intriguing aspects of Nazi history is their fascination with the occult and the paranormal. The Nazis believed that they were destined to rule the world, and they sought to uncover any secrets or mysteries that could help them achieve their goal. One of these secrets was the possibility that the Earth was hollow, and that a hidden civilization existed within it.
The hollow Earth theory is not a new idea. It has been proposed by various thinkers and writers for centuries, and it has inspired many works of fiction, such as Jules Verne’s A Journey to the Center of the Earth. The theory suggests that there are openings at the North and South poles that lead to an inner world, where a different sun illuminates a lush landscape inhabited by ancient races or exotic creatures. Some versions of the theory also claim that there is a central sun that rotates and creates the illusion of day and night for the inner dwellers.
The Nazis were particularly interested in the hollow Earth theory because they believed that it was connected to their own origins and destiny. They subscribed to a version of the theory called hohlweltlehre, which means “inverted Earth”. According to this idea, we live on the inside of a hollow sphere, and the stars are actually ice crystals suspended in the air. The Nazis also believed that they were descended from a superior race of Aryans who came from a subterranean realm called Agartha, where they still lived under the rule of a king of the world.
To prove their theory and establish contact with their ancestors, the Nazis launched several expeditions to Antarctica, where they hoped to find an entrance to the inner Earth. The most famous of these expeditions was led by Captain Alfred Ritscher in 1938-1939, who claimed to have discovered a warm lake and ice-free land in an area called Neuschwabenland. The Nazis also allegedly built a secret base there, called Base 211, where they conducted research on advanced technologies such as flying saucers and anti-gravity devices.
There are many rumors and legends about what happened to the Nazi Antarctic mission after World War II. Some say that Hitler and some of his top officials escaped to Base 211 and entered the inner Earth, where they were welcomed by their Aryan brethren. Others say that the Nazis never found an entrance to the inner Earth, and that their base was destroyed by Allied forces or by natural disasters. Still others claim that during World War II, a group of Nazi scientists and soldiers embarked on a secret mission to Antarctica, where they believed they could access the inner earth through a hole in the ice. Their goal was to establish contact with the inhabitants of Agartha.
The evidence for this claim is based on some dubious sources, such as a supposed letter from a U-boat crew member who said he had reached the inner earth and would not return, and some maps that allegedly show the Nazi route to Agartha. These maps also depict the inner earth as a concave sphere, with an inner sun and continents on the opposite side of the surface.
The truth behind these stories is hard to verify, as there is little evidence or documentation to support them. Most historians dismiss them as fantasies or propaganda, and regard the Nazi hollow Earth theory as a pseudoscientific myth. However, some researchers and enthusiasts continue to explore the possibility that there is more to the Nazi Antarctic mission than meets the eye, and that there might be some truth to the existence of an inner world.
The Flight to the Land Beyond the North Pole – A Copy of the Diary of Admiral Richard B. BYRD
The reader of the following documentation should find a striking example of dire devotion. Especially when one considers that this log diary was written in the year 1947 in the months of February and March, under circumstances that evidently defied the imagination and credibility, for those times as any others. Here is dealt with the evident answers to the origin of the so-called UFOs, as well as the Hollow Earth, or as the admiral described.
THE LAND BEYOND THE POLES
The reader will relive that period as he reads this document. To say it is fascinating is to place it mildly, but to read it now for yourself, I know that you will conclude, in the Admirals own words “Just as the long night of the Arctic ends, the brilliant sunshine of truth shall come forth again, and those who are of Darkness shall fall in its Light”.
ADMIRAL RICHARD B. BYRD’S DIARY (FEB – MAR. 1947)
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, one 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 north ward 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.
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.
0910 HOURS– Vast Ice and snow below, note coloration of yellowish nature, and dispersed 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!
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 star board 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 expres sion 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.
The Hollow Earth: The Greatest Geographical Discovery in History Made by Admiral Richard E. Byrd in the Mysterious Land Beyond the Poles – The True Origin of the Flying Saucers
Widely read and reprinted many times, Raymond Bernard’s book is considered by many to be the definitive treatise on the “Hollow Earth” theory. The book purports that the Earth has a hollow and habitable interior, with a small sun in place of a molten core, and is inhabited by a race of “Superhumans” who are the descendants of the exiled residents of the long lost continents of Atlantis and Lemuria. Bernard claimed that the true North and South poles had not yet been discovered, and that in their place are concave openings to the inner Earth.
Bernard quotes several diary entries and radio announcements by polar explorer Admiral Richard E. Byrd as being definitive proof for his theory that travel to the Earth’s interior was possible. Bernard claims that Byrd’s 1947 and 1956 expeditions took him “beyond the poles” into to a land of lush, green vegetation.
Bernard also popularized the theory that Atlantean inner-Earth beings invented flying saucers (or “vimanas”) many years ago, and were now visiting our realm.
From the original back cover copy for the book: Revealed! The Underground World of Supermen Discovered Under the North Pole!
Can you explain the following?
Why does one find tropical seeds, plants and trees floating in the fresh water of icebergs?
Why do millions of tropical birds and animals go farther north in the wintertime?
If it is not hollow and warm inside the Earth at the Poles, then why does colored pollen color the Earth for thousands of miles?
Why is it warmer at the Poles than 600 to 1000 miles away from them?
Why does the north wind in the Arctic get warmer as one sails north beyond 70° latitude?
On top of it all, Admiral Byrd is supposed to have made several journeys inside the earth by traveling through the holes in the poles.
Could there be anything to Bernard s bizarre claims?
For your reading enjoyment!
DEDICATED
To the Future Explorers of the New World that exists beyond North and South Poles in the hollow interior of the Earth. Who will Repeat Admiral Byrd’s historic Flight for 1,700 Miles beyond the North Pole and that of his Expedition for 2,300 Miles beyond the South Pole, entering a New Unknown Territory not shown on any map, covering an immense land area whose total size is larger than North America, consisting of forests, mountains, lakes, vegetation and animal life.
The aviator who will be the first to reach this New Territory, unknown until Admiral Byrd first discovered it, will go down in history as a New Columbus and greater than Columbus, for while Columbus discovered a new continent, he will discover a New World.
by
Dr. R. W. Bernard, B.A., M.A., Ph.D.
1964
FIELDCREST PUBLISHING CO., INC.
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Note: Author is deceased and publishing company defunct. Rights are not reserved.
A Map made by cartographer Heinrich C. Berann is believed to show an entrance to the inner Earth, the Kingdom of Agartha. In that map, the Antarctic continent can be observed without its thick layer of ice.
