another reason i wish ufo disclosure would hurry up and officially take place

[DickHardman]

tom yum mentioned in another thread his curiosity over my concern for full ufo disclosure to officially happen, and i told him some of the reasons why i was in favor of such a thing.

but to be honest, when im in my room at night dreaming about all the ufos flying around space, my dreams and fantasies about them are really no different then eric cartmans dream about the living amongst the sea people. mabye if those ufos come here they can take me away to some magical place(planet) were we can all hang out and play ball games and hot alien women will want to have sex with me all the time. that way i wont have to wake up every morning at 5 am to go to a job site and have some old foreman give me a hard time all day long, and i wont have to hide or get intoxicated in portable toilets anymore just to get through the day.


[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKPtqTDNohQ[/YOUTUBE]

[TTEscrima]

The 9 real reasons people want to believe in aliens


1. Secular wonderment
Proves atheism. The Bible doesn’t say anything about aliens, so I guess you could say the Bible missed something pretty big, hence proof that the Bible misses big things, unless the beasts in Revelation are really, literally, alien creatures, in which case aliens would mean the end of the world. If somebody starts a cult with that idea I demand a share of the profits. In any case atheists have nothing to inspire wonder since everything has some mundane explanation that humanity will one day be smart enough to figure out.

2. The sheer boredom of life
Escape. Something new to look at. Something new to hate. There is nothing new here, it’s all just a version of something we have seen before. New species are like old species, new medicines from new plants may benefit our grandchildren but not us, it’s all just a bunch of worn-out bullshit and we need something genuinely novel to blast us out of our anomie. Aliens from outer space would fit the bill.

3. Something new to have sex with
Tired of pussy/anus? Not interested in sheep? Think it would be cool to be to stick your dick in something from light years away? Well, an alien, provided it had dick-sized (toothless) orifices, and was either consenting or unable to defend itself, would be an interesting sex-partner for you. People get jaded on the regular sex, and after awhile you can tell what it will feel like just by looking at it. After that, nothing can help you, except for some extraterrestrial hole, of course.

4. Tired of waiting for scientific breakthroughs
They only come about maybe twice in a lifetime and it’s always for something you don’t need, but aliens, providing they were the ones who invented the technology to come here (and didn’t steal it from some other alien civilization), would be an end-run around the limitations that our stupidity places on our ability to discover new shit and use it right away. It would be like copying answers from the smart kid.

5. You are a whackjob and you want to gloat.
Conventional science won’t even consider the prospect, and anybody with an imagination when it comes to extraterrestrial phenomena is instantly grouped with Art Bell and every person who profits from idle, attention-whoring hicks. Providing that the aliens are not Whitley Strieber’s gray men, everybody gets to gloat at everybody else, thus providing us all with one of humanity’s best guilty pleasures. If Streiber was right about how the aliens look, then then only he and and his set of whackjobs get to gloat.

6. You want to experience space-travel
And you think they may want to take you with them Close Encounters/Cocoon-style. Of course, wouldn’t it be something if you got into space and found out that aliens didn’t shit, and didn’t know that we did? Basically, you would wind up shitting on the floor of their spaceship and having to smell it all the way across space.

7. You are a scientologist
I guess, one of the first things aliens would be asked once we figured out how to communicate with them, would be “have you heard of Xenu?” if yes, then would would have a new world religion. Or maybe the Scientologists would make sure that that would be exactly the question not asked. In any case it would make the whole religion seem slightly more credible, wouldn’t it? Of course it would make every weird space-alien cult on Earth seem more credible as well. By the way, doesn’t “scientology” sound like something a verbose hillbilly would come up with? Like “shootist” or “banjoologist”?

8. It gives hack-scientists new fields to be an “expert” in
And thus reap glory. There are people who are known for being “pioneers” who “revolutionized” their fields, and who are “much-respected”. This is why people go into the sciences, to be respected and revered for knowing shit. Of course, there is a limitation on shit there is to know here, and there is so much competition from geeks with no lives that there is no way for an average guy to get ahead. Suddenly insert a bunch of new fields of study and instantly you have a new frontier open for anybody to conquer.

9. Weapons
Humanity can always use more firepower and how much more advanced can you get than guns from space? That’s like the ultimate advantage. Every concept we have of “aliens” comes from fiction, from movies and novels, from our own imaginations. How many imaginations could have come up with something like a caecilian? It’s not stupendously bizarre, just quietly wrong in it’s own little way. The fact is that they will, if they exist, likely be something unlike anything we have thought of before, less sensational, more subtle, something that wouldn’t be good enough to make a movie about, their weaponry (since we can’t imagine creatures who don’t fight) would be something we haven’t thought of yet.

[DickHardman]

hey you said you were in the navy for many years right??? when is official disclosure going to take place??? please dont post more government disinformation, let us know the truth, surely you must have heard something about the suppression of free energy and the technologies mankind has gained from analyzing pieces of machinery taken off crashed interplanetary ships/probes visiting our planet. btw ,what percentage of these ufos visiting our planet does the US navy estimate to be piloted by actual beings and what percent is believed to be just craft that is controlled by highly advanced artificial intelligence??

[TTEscrima]

hey you said you were in the navy for many years right??? when is official disclosure going to take place??? please dont post more government disinformation, let us know the truth, surely you must have heard something about the suppression of free energy and the technologies mankind has gained from analyzing pieces of machinery taken off crashed interplanetary ships/probes visiting our planet. btw ,what percentage of these ufos visiting our planet does the US navy estimate to be piloted by actual beings and what percent is believed to be just craft that is controlled by highly advanced artificial intelligence??

Alright I'll give you a little info but you gotta keep this on the DL. The reason project Blue Book was closed and the Air Force no longer investigates UFO's is because the Navy handles all the UFO/USO intel. Area 51 is really just a government sponsored cover to keep everyone from focusing on AUTEC. All the real stuff is deep underwater or on secret ships designated as IGTLRV's (Inter Galactic Travel Launch and Recovery Vehicles) that stay in international waters away from prying eyes. AUTEC is located in the Bermuda Traingle and is the real reason for the disappearances of craft and whacky compass readings.

Remember that photo of Bush on an Air Craft Carrier under the mission accomplished sign? That was accidentally leaked and they had to come up with a cover story, the real story was it was the first time we launched and recovered a USO from an IGTLRV and Mr Bush got to ride in the back seat.

[DickHardman]

Alright I'll give you a little info but you gotta keep this on the DL. The reason project Blue Book was closed and the Air Force no longer investigates UFO's is because the Navy handles all the UFO/USO intel. Area 51 is really just a government sponsored cover to keep everyone from focusing on AUTEC. All the real stuff is deep underwater or on secret ships designated as IGTLRV's (Inter Galactic Travel Launch and Recovery Vehicles) that stay in international waters away from prying eyes. AUTEC is located in the Bermuda Traingle and is the real reason for the disappearances of craft and whacky compass readings.

Remember that photo of Bush on an Air Craft Carrier under the mission accomplished sign? That was accidentally leaked and they had to come up with a cover story, the real story was it was the first time we launched and recovered a USO from an IGTLRV and Mr Bush got to ride in the back seat.

and what about all the nasa mission footage with all the ufos in them???

[DickHardman]

and btw, isnt it true that the points of the planetary grids namely the one near 26.57 76.80 in the bahamas is considered as a portal for interdimensional/interplanetery travel ?? is this why autec is located there??

[TTEscrima]

and what about all the nasa mission footage with all the ufos in them???

What about it? Most of that stuff isn't real unless the WASP agents (World Aquanaut Security Patrol) express interest or seize the footage I doubt it has much validity anyway.

[TTEscrima]

and btw, isnt it true that the points of the planetary grids namely the one near 26.57 76.80 in the bahamas is considered as a portal for interdimensional/interplanetery travel ?? is this why autec is located there??

Wow you're really good you got me. I guess I have to come clean. This is going to blow the lid right off things. AUTEC isn't really located located in the Bermuda triangle. Here's a link to the site, but keep it to yourself. The Atlantic Undersea Test And Evaluation Center

I should probably stop giving you info, I've now totally blown OPSEC and let it be known that the leaking of the supposed interdimensional/interplanetery travel grids located at 26.57 76.80 was just another government cover to make sure people watched the wrong areas.

[Tant01]

Don't click the link DH! It's a trick. He's one of them and only trying to get you to a special research web site.

I can't tell you what it's for because my security clearance isn't high enough but it's BAD. You could vanish from the face of the earth and a clone would replace you...

[TTEscrima]

Don't click the link DH! It's a trick. He's one of them and only trying to get you to a special research web site.

I can't tell you what it's for because my security clearance isn't high enough but it's BAD. You could vanish from the face of the earth and a clone would replace you...

Now thats not fair man, now he won't trust me. I'm going to have to give him some real intel to prove my intentions are good. While on duty at a top secret facility I found this document in a copy machine and managed to smuggle it out.


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, 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 pres sure 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 sight ing 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 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

Part 2 below.

[TTEscrima]

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 re ceived 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 alarm ing 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 dis tance 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 ad vised. 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 HUMANITY1111 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.

Admiral Richard E. Byrd
United States Navy
24 December 1956

[DickHardman]

do any of you guys know were that one device is kept, the one that we received from beings from another star system that has the entire history of the earth recorded and can replay it in the form of a hologram??? what location is that device kept at???

[DickHardman]

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 re ceived 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 alarm ing 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 dis tance 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 ad vised. 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 HUMANITY1111 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.

Admiral Richard E. Byrd
United States Navy
24 December 1956

wasnt the discovery of extraterrestrial beings in antarctica the main reason why james forrestal was murdered?? he was gonna reveal it all wasnt he??

[TTEscrima]

do any of you guys know were that one device is kept, the one that we received from beings from another star system that has the entire history of the earth recorded and can replay it in the form of a hologram??? what location is that device kept at???

I ain't touching that with a ten foot pole! There are things MUCH worse than death and the WASP agents don't play nice. The last guy who leaked info on that paid dearly.

[Ghost]

tom yum mentioned in another thread his curiosity over my concern for full ufo disclosure to officially happen, and i told him some of the reasons why i was in favor of such a thing.

but to be honest, when im in my room at night dreaming about all the ufos flying around space, my dreams and fantasies about them are really no different then eric cartmans dream about the living amongst the sea people. mabye if those ufos come here they can take me away to some magical place(planet) were we can all hang out and play ball games and hot alien women will want to have sex with me all the time. that way i wont have to wake up every morning at 5 am to go to a job site and have some old foreman give me a hard time all day long, and i wont have to hide or get intoxicated in portable toilets anymore just to get through the day.

do you really think you are going to find a planet where small penises are the in thing?