Have you ever considered that the Earth may be hollow? Could a Hollow Earth be the greatest cover-up of human history? If the Earth is hollow could that information help solve any of life’s paranormal mysteries? Unlike the Flat Earth Theory, the Hollow Earth Theory, may actually hold some water.
The concept of the underworld is not new and can be found throughout almost every civilization in history. This concept permeates religion, culture, myth, and literature. In general, in religion and culture, the underworld is believed to be the supernatural world of the dead and it is located deep below the natural world of the living. Myth and literature offer many accounts of people making heroic journeys to the underworld. Another major concept of the underworld is that of the dead having to journey to the underworld often across a lake or a river. All of these motifs take flight in what may be the earliest tale of the underworld, Dantes, Inferno. What if this underworld is real? What if it’s much closer than we think? And, how might this concept tie into the idea of a Hollow Earth?
Almost every ancient culture has a story of a civilization or people in the center of the Earth. Agartha is believed to be one of these legendary kingdoms. In Tibetan Buddhism, there is the secret, mystical city of Shambhala located somewhere deep in the Himalayas. Shambhala is believed to be the capital city of the Kingdom of Agartha. Argartha is a lost civilization, and as such, it’s tied tightly into other lost civilizations such as Atlantis and Lumeria. Argartha is somewhat different though, it was not destroyed, like Atlantis, but the people of Argartha decided to willfully hide themself away from the outside world. A world that they considered to be wicked. To do this they journeyed to the center of the Earth and are believed to have thrived there since. Agartha is believed to be a place of advanced and secret knowledge, knowledge possibly received from The Gods themselves. The desire for this knowledge has fronted many expeditions to try to find the lost city, including several expeditions by the Nazis. In fact the swastika is believed to be an ancient symbol of Agartha. Unfortunately this symbol of fertility and health was forever solid when it was taken over by Nazi Germany.
It would make sense that the Earth may be hollow, afterall it is a spinning object and spinning objects are subject to centrifugal force. In Newtonian mechanics, the centrifugal force is a force that acts on all spinning objects. If you have ever taken a ride on a Gravitron at a county fair, for instance, you have a good understanding of centrifugal force. In a nutshell, as an object spins, mass is directed away from an object’s center and toward the edges. So, in theory, if the Earth is a spinning object it could have a hollow center.
This is obviously not supported by modern science who has a much different theory of how the Earth is constructed. The current scientific model suggests that the Earth is solid, and consists of an unbroken series of layers, crusts, and liquid magma surrounding a dense, hot core of iron and nickel. But not everyone is so sure. In fact, since the 17th century, some of the leading scientific minds felt that the planet was actually hollow. A theory that has proved incredibly durable.
One of these leading scientific minds was Edmund Halley. Yes, The Halley’s Comet one. He had noted some anomalous compass readings, and proposed in 1692, as a way of accounting for the anomalies, that the planet is a series of nested, spherical shells, spinning in different directions, all surrounding a central core. He based this theory on readings of the magnetic field and what he knew of the gravitational pull of the sun and the moon on the Earth. His model accounted fully for the anomalies in the magnetic fields of the planet. He also suggested that the space between each layer may have atmospheres capable of supporting life. He also believed that the atmosphere inside was luminous and suggested that escaping gas caused the Aurora Borealis.
The concentric shell model was adjusted overtime to a much simpler open cavern model. Which suggested that there is just one layer with the entirety of the center a large cavern. In general, this updated view of the Hollow Earth suggests there is a small sun at the center that allows the inside to be lush and livable. It is not clear who exactly suggested this model but it is often attributed to famous mathematicians and scientists such as Leonhard Euler in the 18th century and Sir John Leslie in the 19th century.
The theory continued to be popular through the 19 century with John Cleves Symmes, Jr. publishing a declaration to the world in 1818 that the Earth was hollow. Symmes was probably the most famous proponent of the Hollow Earth theory. His version was similar to Halley’s but included huge holes at the North and South poles that served as entrances. These holes declared “Symmes Holes” have continued to be a major part of the theory today. The entrances are believed to be about 1400 miles wide and 800 miles deep. Far too large to realize that you have transitioned from the outer surface to the inner surface and vise versa.
In his declaration, entitled Circular No. 1, He proposed to mount an expedition to the North Pole, locate the “Symme Hole”, and enter the inner Earth. He believed that the interior would likely support life and that it would be “stocked with thrifty vegetables, animals if not men”. Symmes did not only contribute this theory to Earth but also suggest that it likely applied to all planetary bodies.
Symmes theories were often greeted with disdain but eventually in 1822 he was able to get Congress to vote on funding an expedition. It was shot down, but Symmes’ belief in a Hollow Earth never died. He continued to campaign for an expedition up until his death in 1849. Symmes’ son continued on with his father’s work after his death and the idea has continued to thrive. Although no private expedition has ever been completed successfully.
From Science to Science Fiction
Symmes theories were well known and it wasn’t long until writers such as Jules Verne grabbed onto them and started writing fantastical tales about journeys into the inner Earth. Verne published A Journey to the Center of the Earth in 1864 and it quickly became the benchmark for an entire sub-genre of tales dubbed subterranean science-fiction. These stories all highlight the possibility of the inner Earth having prehistoric jungles, dinosaurs, lost races, or highly advanced races. Still many of the most common ideas surrounding even modern Hollow Earth theory.
From Science Fiction to Conspiracy
From science fiction this theory takes a few wild leeps and dives into a deep pool of conspiracy. Modern proponents tell tales of UFOs, cryptids, advanced civilizations, lost tribes, Germans, and even giants. To many this makes the idea of a Hollow Earth comical and crazy, but is it? Perhaps when we take a deeper look at this theory we may get the answer to nearly every paranormal question ever asked.
One proponent of a modern Hollow Earth theory is Rodney Cluff. Rodney operates the website www.ourhollowearth.com and has appeared on Coast to Coast AM. He certainly has his own unique spin on the topic. Rodney believes that the Hollow Earth is a terrestrial paradise,
…where the original Garden of Eden is located
…where the Lost Tribes of Israel live
…where the Political Kingdom of God is located
…where the Lost Viking Colonies of Greenland migrated
…where vanquished Germans escaped to after World War II
…where flying saucers come from
…where people live to be hundreds of years old in perfect health
…where peace and prosperity exists for everyone
…where Heaven is located
Many of these theories are taken from what he considers to be first hand accounts of people who have actually been to the Hollow Earth. People such as Olaf Jansen and Admiral Byrd.
The story of Olaf and Jens Jansen is a fantastic tale. Olaf’s tale was met by disbelief and skorn, even from family members, and eventually landed him in a mental institution where he spent 28 years of his life. Frustrated, he determined to keep the tale to himself and to never speak of it again. After being released from the mental institution Olaf immigrated to the United States and eventually ended up in Illinois where he met Willis George Emerson. Olaf wrote his story in a manuscript and Emerson published it upon his death as “The Smoky God, Or a Voyage to the Inner World” in 1908.
Olaf was nineteen when his journey started. He and his father left Stockholm in April 1829, to sail to Franz Joseph Land. His father, a fisherman, had found some ivory tusks there that fetched a good price in Stockholm and they were determined to return and collect some more.
Once they arrive in Franz Joseph Land, Olaf’s father, feeling adventurous, suggested that they sail even further North.
My father was an ardent believer in Odin and Thor, and had frequently told me they were gods who came from far beyond the “North Wind.”
There was a tradition, my father explained, that still farther northward was a land more beautiful than any that mortal man had ever known, and that it was inhabited by the “Chosen.”
My youthful imagination was fired by the ardor, zeal and religious fervor of my good father, and I exclaimed: “Why not sail to this goodly land? The sky is fair, the wind favorable and the sea open.”
Even now I can see the expression of pleasurable surprise on his countenance as he turned toward me and asked: “My son, are you willing to go with me and explore — to go far beyond where man has ever ventured?” I answered affirmatively. “Very well,” he replied. “May the god Odin protect us!” and, quickly adjusting the sails, he glanced at our compass, turned the prow in due northerly direction through an open channel, and our voyage had begun .
The excitement was real and after nearly 30 hours of sailing and a heavy meal the duo fell asleep only to be awakened by a furious storm.
A fierce snow-storm was raging. The wind was directly astern, driving our sloop at a terrific speed, and was threatening every moment to capsize us. There was no time to lose, the sails had to be lowered immediately. Our boat was writhing in convulsions.
By what miracle we escaped being dashed to utter destruction, I do not know. I remember our little craft creaked and groaned, as if its joints were breaking. It rocked and staggered to and fro as if clutched by some fierce undertow of whirlpool or maelstrom.
This terrible nerve-racking ordeal, with its nameless horrors of suspense and agony of fear indescribable, continued for more than three hours, and all the time we were being driven forward at fierce speed. Then suddenly, as if growing weary of its frantic exertions, the wind began to lessen its fury and by degrees to die down.
The storm had dumped a third of their provisions and all of their water. They were desperate and lost at sea when strange things started to happen.
I tried to forget my thirst by busying myself with bringing up some food and an empty vessel from the hold. Reaching over the side-rail, I filled the vessel with water for the purpose of laving my hands and face. To my astonishment, when the water came in contact with my lips, I could taste no salt. I was startled by the discovery. “Father!” I fairly gasped, “the water, the water; it is fresh!” “What, Olaf?” exclaimed my father, glancing hastily around. “Surely you are mistaken. There is no land. You are going mad.” “But taste it!” I cried.
And thus we made the discovery that the water was indeed fresh, absolutely so, without the least briny taste or even the suspicion of a salty flavor.
No only was the water somehow drinkable but their compass was also acting strange.
We had scarcely appeased our hunger when a breeze began filling the idle sails, and, glancing at the compass, we found the northern point pressing hard against the glass.
In response to my surprise, my father said: “I have heard of this before; it is what they call the dipping of the needle.”
We loosened the compass and turned it at right angles with the surface of the sea before its point would free itself from the glass and point according to unmolested attraction. It shifted uneasily, and seemed as unsteady as a drunken man, but finally pointed a course.
Before this we thought the wind was carrying us north by northwest, but, with the needle free, we discovered, if it could be relied upon, that we were sailing slightly north by northeast. Our course, however, was ever tending northward.
And that wasn’t all. There was a new sun in the sky.
One day about this time, my father startled me by calling my attention to a novel sight far in front of us, almost at the horizon. “It is a mock sun,” exclaimed my father. “I have read of them; it is called a reflection or mirage. It will soon pass away.”
But this dull-red, false sun, as we supposed it to be, did not pass away for several hours; and while we were unconscious of its emitting any rays of light, still there was no time thereafter when we could not sweep the horizon in front and locate the illumination of the so-called false sun, during a period of at least twelve hours out of every twenty-four.
Clouds and mists would at times almost, but never entirely, hide its location. Gradually it seemed to climb higher in the horizon of the uncertain purply sky as we advanced. It could hardly be said to resemble the sun, except in its circular shape, and when not obscured by clouds or the ocean mists, it had a hazy-red, bronzed appearance, which would change to a white like a luminous cloud, as if reflecting some greater light beyond.
We finally agreed in our discussion of this smoky furnace-colored sun, that, whatever the cause of the phenomenon, it was not a reflection of our sun, but a planet of some sort — a reality.
A few days later land appeared and as they came closer in they discovered a river inlet. They continued their journey down the river for several more days, eventually, encountering another ship. Here is where the story really starts to get strange. The ship was huge and so were its occupants.
The immense craft paused, and almost immediately a boat was lowered and six men of gigantic stature rowed to our little fishing-sloop. They spoke to us in a strange language. We knew from their manner, however, that they were not unfriendly. They talked a great deal among themselves, and one of them laughed immoderately, as though in finding us a queer discovery had been made.
Olaf and his father were invited to board their ship and there they discovered that there were several hundred occupants aboard. All looking at them with amazement.
If my father and I were curiously observed by the ship’s occupants, this strange race of giants offered us an equal amount of wonderment.
There was not a single man aboard who would not have measured fully twelve feet in height. They all wore full beards, not particularly long, but seemingly short-cropped. They had mild and beautiful faces, exceedingly fair, with ruddy complexions. The hair and beard of some were black, others sandy, and still others yellow. The captain, as we designated the dignitary in command of the great vessel, was fully a head taller than any of his companions. The women averaged from ten to eleven feet in height. Their features were especially regular and refined, while their complexion was of a most delicate tint heightened by a healthful glow.
Olaf and his father felt safe with their strange new companions and Jens was convinced that they had traveled to the legendary lands of the North Winds. Olaf and Jens lived among these people for 2 years learning their language and their culture. Here they learned about electricity,
The ship was equipped with a mode of illumination which I now presume was electricity, but neither my father nor myself were sufficiently skilled in mechanics to understand whence came the power to operate the ship, or to maintain the soft beautiful lights that answered the same purpose of our present methods of lighting the streets of our cities, our houses and places of business.
It must be remembered, the time of which I write was the autumn of 1829, and we of the “outside” surface of the earth knew nothing then, so to speak, of electricity.
They also saw great displays of gold,
I never saw such a display of gold. It was everywhere. The door-casings were inlaid and the tables were veneered with sheetings of gold. Domes of the public buildings were of gold. It was used most generously in the finishings of the great temples of music.
They also saw great displays of vegetation of mammoth proportions.
Vegetation grew in lavish exuberance, and fruit of all kinds possessed the most delicate flavor. Clusters of grapes four and five feet in length, each grape as large as an orange, and apples larger than a man’s head typified the wonderful growth of all things on the “inside” of the earth.
The great redwood trees of California would be considered mere underbrush compared with the giant forest trees extending for miles and miles in all directions.
They also learned about the central sun, or what the people called The Smoky God.
The great luminous cloud or ball of dull-red fire — fiery-red in the mornings and evenings, and during the day giving off a beautiful white light, “The Smoky God,” — is seemingly suspended in the center of the great vacuum “within” the earth, and held to its place by the immutable law of gravitation, or a repellant atmospheric force, as the case may be. I refer to the known power that draws or repels with equal force in all directions.
The base of this electrical cloud or central luminary, the seat of the gods, is dark and non-transparent, save for innumerable small openings, seemingly in the bottom of the great support or altar of the Deity, upon which “The Smoky God” rests; and, the lights shining through these many openings twinkle at night in all their splendor, and seem to be stars, as natural as the stars we saw shining when in our home at Stockholm, excepting that they appear larger. “The Smoky God,” therefore, with each daily revolution of the earth, appears to come up in the east and go down in the west the same as does our sun on the external surface. In reality, the people “within” believe that “The Smoky God” is the throne of their Jehovah, and is stationary. The effect of night and day is, therefore, produced by the earth’s daily rotation.
After living among the people for a year and learning their language they were called to appear before the Great High Priest, the ruler of the inner Earth. They traveled to the city of Eden to meet him on a monorail.
This vehicle was doubtless some electrical contrivance. It was noiseless, and ran on a single iron rail in perfect balance. The trip was made at a very high rate of speed. We were carried up hills and down dales, across valleys and again along the sides of steep mountains, without any apparent attempt having been made to level the earth as we do for railroad tracks.
In the city of Eden they viewed a great artesian fountain which was said to be the source of the four great rivers, the Euphrates, the Pison, the Gihon, and the Hiddekel. They then spent nearly 2 hours in an interview with the Great High Priest who finished his interview with a final question.
At the conclusion of the interview he inquired our pleasure, asking us whether we wished to remain in his country or if we preferred to return to the “outer” world, providing it were possible to make a successful return trip, across the frozen belt barriers that encircle both the northern and southern openings of the earth.
My father replied: “It would please me and my son to visit your country and see your people, your colleges and palaces of music and art, your great fields, your wonderful forests of timber; and after we have had this pleasurable privilege, we should like to try to return to our home on the ‘outside’ surface of the earth. This son is my only child, and my good wife will be weary awaiting our return.”
They lived among the people for another year. Traveling and seeing all that the inner Earth had to offer. This included art, culture, and music.
The people are exceedingly musical, and learned to a remarkable degree in their arts and sciences, especially geometry and astronomy. Their cities are equipped with vast palaces of music, where not infrequently as many as twenty-five thousand lusty voices of this giant race swell forth in mighty choruses of the most sublime symphonies.
Their principal vocations are architecture, agriculture, horticulture, the raising of vast herds of cattle, and the building of conveyances peculiar to that country, for travel on land and water.
They also viewed massive species of animals including large birds, turtles, and elephants.
Whether inland among the mountains, or along the seashore, we found bird life prolific. When they spread their great wings some of the birds appeared to measure thirty feet from tip to tip. They are of great variety and many colors.
Their host Professor Galdea took them to an inlet, where they saw thousands of tortoises along the sandy shore.
I hesitate to state the size of these great creatures. They were from twenty-five to thirty feet in length, from fifteen to twenty feet in width and fully seven feet in height. When one of them projected its head it had the appearance of some hideous sea monster.
One day we saw a great herd of elephants. There must have been five hundred of these thunder-throated monsters, with their restlessly waving trunks. They were tearing huge boughs from the trees and trampling smaller growth into dust like so much hazel-brush. They would average over 100 feet in length and from 75 to 85 in height.
Then after 2 years it was time to return home.
After having spent considerably more than a year in visiting several of the many cities of the “within” world and a great deal of intervening country, and more than two years had passed from the time we had been picked up by the great excursion ship on the river, we decided to cast our fortunes once more upon the sea, and endeavor to regain the “outside” surface of the earth.
We made known our wishes, and they were reluctantly but promptly followed. Our hosts gave my father, at his request, various maps showing the entire “inside” surface of the earth, its cities, oceans, seas, rivers, gulfs and bays. They also generously offered to give us all the bags of gold nuggets — some of them as large as a goose’s egg — that we were willing to attempt to take with us in our little fishing-boat.
After our giant brothers had launched our little craft for us, they were most cordially regretful at parting, and evinced much solicitude for our safety.
The journey home was treacherous and unfortunately their small vessel succumbed to the burage of an iceberg. Olaf was stranded and his father was killed. Miraculously, Olaf was rescued by a Scottish whaling ship and eventually returned home, but as previously stated his life was not happy.
While heavily debated as fiction or nonfiction Olaf’s story, while tragic, is certainly interesting nonetheless. Could it be real? Could a civilization be living far into the “north winds”?
Another interesting Hollow Earth story is attributed to the famed Naval Officer and Arctic explorer Admiral Richard E. Byrd. He is rumored to have a secret diary in which he recorded an experience in which he and a radio engineer entered the North Polar opening while flying over the North Pole. In this account he details observing strange flying discs and meeting the ruler of an advanced race of beings. Here is the transcript.
Admiral Richard E. 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, 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 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.
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 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.
12/30/56: 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
So what are we to think of Admiral Byrd’s experience? Why did this civilization seem so Germanic in nature? Had the Germans found the entrance and infiltrated Agartha? Again fact or fiction is absolutely debatable, but for believers this account is certain, the gold standard. Proving without a doubt that the government is covering something up.
So Where are the Holes?
So one might ask if there are giant holes at the North and South Poles why have we never seen them? Wouldn’t a map or a satellite image show them? That of course is a very interesting question. That opens up the gates of conspiracy full and wide and may answer why there is so much military interest in Antarctica at the moment.
Did you know that airplanes and satellites are not allowed to fly over the North and South Poles? Try it. Go to Google Maps and try to zoom in on the North and South Poles. You will quickly see that there are huge parts of the North Pole and Antartica missing. Now Google polar flight paths. Again huge holes .
NASA and other scientists say that this is because satellites have to follow a sun synchronous orbit.
Sun-synchronous orbit (SSO) is a particular kind of polar orbit. Satellites in SSO, travelling over the polar regions, are synchronous with the Sun. This means they are synchronised to always be in the same ‘fixed’ position relative to the Sun.
This means that the satellite will always observe a point on the Earth as if constantly at the same time of the day, which serves a number of applications; for example, it means that scientists and those who use the satellite images can compare how somewhere changes over time.
Often, satellites in SSO are synchronised so that they are in constant dawn or dusk – this is because by constantly riding a sunset or sunrise, they will never have the Sun at an angle where the Earth shadows them.
Hollow Earth believers will tell you this is because the government is hiding something. Particularly the “Symmes Holes”.
What About Planes?
The FAA does not allow commercial flights to fly directly over the poles. They say this is because of magnetic interference at the poles that make it impossible to use equipment like autopilot. Simply put the equipment cannot tell North from South the closer you get to the poles. This makes flying over the poles very dangerous. Add to that the cold weather that plays havoc with the fuel which freezes at temperatures below -40 and 60 nautical miles is the absolute closest that planes are allowed to fly to the poles.
Of course Hollow Earth proponents belief this is because the government is hiding the polar entrances. So what is the government hiding at Area 51, the mountain regions of Tibet, and Disney World, which all also have flight bans? If the government is covering up the polar openings or not we will probably never know, but it is absolutely true that both satellites and planes are banned from flying over the North and South Poles.
By studying the waves that earthquakes and other large explosions make the structure of the inner earth can be determined. Hollow Earthers believe that all this seismic and volcanic activity takes place within the earth’s 800 mile crust. They believe that science conveniently ignores any data that does not support the current claim of a solid earth. For instance it has long been known that extremely large earthquakes such as the one in Alaska in 1964, magnitude 8.3, have caused the earth to ring like a bell for hours after the quake. This same ringing is also observed after volcanic eruptions and nuclear explosions. In fact, it is also observed on the moon. Hollow Earthers naturally conclude that the only way the earth, or the moon, can ring like a bell is if it is hollow.
In the minds of those who believe in a hollow earth all of this is evidence that the governments of the world are conspiring to cover up the truth. In fact they conclude that this is the world’s most secret cover up. That there are civilizations of people living in the inner earth, that these civilizations are thousands of years more advanced than our outer earth civilizations, that there are huge North and South Polar entrances, and that UFOs are intraterrestrial and not extraterrestrial.
So, if you’re looking for answers to some of life’s paranormal questions maybe take a look into the Hollow Earth theory. So far we have just scratched the surface and have already covered UFOs, cryptids, lost civilizations, and government conspiracy. It seems that this theory, if true, may just contain a wealth of answers.