I BELIEVE IN THE ANT PEOPLE
Part 3, of a Series, ON THE MYSTERIES
OR ‘THE CONFESSION OF A HERETIC’
"Agharti extends throughout all the subterranean passages of the whole world…. These subterranean peoples and spaces are governed by rulers owing allegiance to the ‘King of the World’…
You know that in the two greatest oceans of the east and the west there were formerly two continents. They disappeared under the water but their people went into the subterranean kingdom."
In This Issue
THE DESTRUCTION OF THE SECOND WORLD
THE APPEARANCE OF THE THIRD WORLD; KUSKURZA
HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF THESE PLACES? AGHARTI, SHANGRI-LA AND
WORLD WIDE SYSTEM OF TUNNELS
JOURNEY TO THE LAND BEYOND THE NORTH POLE
SECRET DIARY OF ADMIRAL BYRD
THE DESTRUCTION OF THE SECOND WORLD
So far in our adventure of retracing the ancient civilizations of Earth, we saw the emergence of men onto the Second World, which we today would call Mu or Lemuria.
This great land mass occupied almost all of what is today the Pacific Ocean and included California.
The people of that civilization lived for many thousands of years and build many cities. But according to the Hopi accounts, the time finally came when they too began to forget their Creator.
"They did not have the privilege of living with the animals, though, for the animals were wild and kept apart. Being separated from the animals, the people tended to their own affairs, made things with their hands and stored food like the Ant People. Then they began to trade and barter with one another.
"This was when the trouble started, everything they needed was on this Second World, but they began to want more. More and more they traded for things they didn’t need, and the more goods they got, the more they wanted.
This was very serious. For they did not relize they were drawing away, step by step, from the good life given them. They just forgot to sing joyful praises to the Creator and soon began to sing praises for the goods they bartered and stored.
Before long. it happened as it had to happen. The people began to quarrel and fight, and then war between villages began.
"Still there were a few people in every village who sang the song of their Cration. But the wicked people laughed at them, until they could sing it only in their hearts. Even so, Sotuknang heard it through their center and the centers of the earth. Suddenly one day, he appeared before them.
"Spider Woman tells me your thread is running out on this world, He said, ‘That is too bad. The Spider Clan was your leader, and you were making good progress until this state of affairs began.
Now, my Uncle, Taiowa, and I have decided we must do something about it. We are going to destroy this Second World just as soon as we put you people, who still have the song in your hearts, in a safe place.
So, again, as on the First World, Sotuknang called on the Ant People to open up their underground world for the chosen people.
When they were safely underground, Sotuknang commanded the Twins, Poqanhoya and Palongawhoya, to leave their posts at the North and South ends of the World’s axis where they were stationed to keep the earth properly rotating.
"The Twins had hardly abandoned their stations when the world, with no one to control it, teetered off balance, spun around crazily, then rolled over twice.
Mountains plunged into seas with a great splash, sea and lakes sloshed over the land and as the world spun through cold and lifeless space it froze into solid ice. This was the end of Tokpa, the Second World.
THE APPEARANCE OF THE THIRD WORLD; KUSKURZA
"For many years all the elements that had comprised the Second World were frozen into a motionless and lifeless lump of ice.
But the people were happy and warm with the Ant People in their underground world. They watched their food carefully, although the ants’ waists became still smaller. They wove sashes and blankets together and told stories.
"Eventually Sotukang Ordered Poqanghoya and Palongawhoya back to their stations
at the poles of the world axis. With a great shudder and a splintering of the ice, the planet began rotating again. When it was revolving smoothly about its own axis and stately moving in it universal orbit, the ice began to melt and the world began to warm to life.
Sotuknang set about creating the Third World: arranging lands and seas, planting mountain and plain with their proper covering, and creating all forms of life.
"When the earth was ready for occupancy, he came to the Ant kiva with the proper approach as before and said, ‘Open the door. It is time for you to come out."
Once again when the ‘nuta’ was rolled back, he gave the people their instructions. ‘I have saved you so you can be planted again on this new Third World.
But you must always remember the two things I am saying to you now. First, respect me and one another. And second, sing in harmony from the tops of the hills.
When I do not hear you singing praise to your Creator, I will know you have gone back to evil again.’
So the people climbed up the ladder from the Ant kiva making their emergence on to the Third World.
Its name was Kuskurza, its direction was east, its color was red. Chiefs upon it were the mineral palasiva (copper); the plant piva (tobacco); the bird angwusi (crow) and animal choovio (antelope)."
- Pp. 19-22, Book of the HOPI, Frank Waters
Knowing human nature and how many ‘doubting Thomas’s there are, I can just hear someone saying. Yeh, Jeff, sounds like an old wives’ tale to me.
So, we should just stop for a second and examine some archeological data and other information that will prove that what you have just read, is no ‘old wives’ tale’.
First, let’s take a look at who the ‘Ant People’ really are.
HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF THESE PLACES? AGHARTI, SHANGRI-LA AND SHAMBHALA ?
You probably have but if you are like most of us, you probably couldn’t point them out on a map, simply because the legend about these incredible places, all locate them below the surface of Earth.
There are many people in various countries who have claimed to have visited this underground civilization (all these names point to the same place) and returned to tell about them. I won’t be able to recount what all of them have said, but I will summarize a few salient facts.
Ferdinand Ossendowski (1876-1945), was a polish scientist who spent most of his life in Russia. He was as intrigued with legends and with the occult as much as he was with politics.
On one of his trips through Mongolia, he visited with many Buddhist monks and lamas and inquired about the mysterious ‘Kingdom of Agharti’. He discovered that they considered it to be the "mystery of mysteries."
- P. 300, ‘Beast, Men and Gods’, Ferdinand Ossendowski, 1922
As Ossendowski traveled, he was accompanied by a Russian prince, who was fleeing from the Communists, named, Tushegoun Lama, who told him of the miraculous powers of the
Tibetan monks, and the Dalai Lama in particular – powers, he said, that foreigners could scarcely begin to appreciate. Then, he went on: "But there also exists a still more powerful and more holy man… The King of the World in Agharti."
- Ibid, p.118.
The Prince also added the following details:
"The kingdom is called Agharti. It extends throughout all the subterranean passages of the whole world….
These subterranean peoples and spaces are governed by rulers owing allegiance to the ‘King of the World’…
You know that in the two greatest oceans of the east and the west there were formerly two continents. They disappeared under the water but their people went into the subterranean kingdom.
In underground caves there exists a peculiar light which affords growth to the grains and vegetables and long life without disease to the people. P. 66, Alec Maclellan, The Lost World of Agharti, The Mystery of Vril Power, 1982,
WORLD WIDE SYSTEM OF TUNNELS
"Agharti is said to be a mysterious underground kingdom situated somewhere beneath Asia and linked to the other continents of the world by a gigantic network of tunnels.
These passageways, partly natural formations and partly the handiwork of the race which created the subterranean nation, provide a means of communication between all points, and have done so since time immemorial.
According to the legend, vast lengths of the tunnels still exist today; the rest have been destroyed by cataclysms.
The exact location of these passages, and the means of entry, are said to be known only to certain high initiates, and the details are most carefully guarded because the kingdom itself is a vast storehouse of secret knowledge.
Some claim that the stored knowledge is derived from the lost Atlantean civilization and of even earlier people who were the first intelligent beings to inhabit the earth."
When I was younger, my wife and I lived in Chicago, Illinois. We frequently entertained people in our home, from our church. On one occasion we were privileged to hear two gentlemen tell their experiences, while working on a project for National Geographic Magazine. They had been
commissioned, along with some German engineers to go to Peru and open up one of the vast tunnels, where it was suspected that the Incas had driven a whole train of llamas, laden with gold, into a tunnel and sealed it up with deadly nerve gas.
It seems that the Spaniards had demanded another ransom be paid for the release of the Inca Chieftain and that his subjects had gathered large quantities of gold and were on their way to pay the ransom, when they heard that the king had been strangled.
They quickly diverted the llamas into one of the ancient tunnels and sealed it with nerve gas.
What my friends were supposed to do, is go there with skin suits, oxygen masks and electric carts and other equipment to investigate where and how far the tunnel went.
Upon arriving at their destination, they removed the stones blocking the entrance and entered the tunnel.
Sure enough, the Peruvians had placed deadly nerve gas in the tunnel. (Scientists were never able to determine what it was made from!).
As they traveled into the vast tunnel, they observed that its walls were like polished glass. It was more oval shaped than perfectly round but still tall enough to walk through.
Occasionally, they encountered basalt doors that could not be easily bored through, so they cut into the walls and went around them, with their carts. After journeying 500 miles, they were running out of everything and decided to turn back.
At that point they estimated they were under Brazil!!
Now, there are many such tunnels in Peru but most have been sealed up to prevent people from getting lost in them. When this part of the continent (tectonic plate) was heaved up, it exposed these tunnels, on the sides of newly created mountains, whereas, the adjacent part (tectonic plate) was plunged below the ocean.
There are many such tunnels all through the world;
in Russia, California, Turkey, and Peru. By far, most of the people who have entered them have never come back.
Those who did make it back were demented, deranged and half crazed. The tales they told were too unbelievable for their neighbors to accept.
Not only do we have tunnels in the earth, but there are a great number of people, who believe that the earth is hollow.
One of the people responsible for this idea was Admiral Richard Byrd.
At the end of World War II, the Americans were not certain that Adoph Hitler was dead, so they sent Admiral Byrd to the North Pole to look for submarine bases or any sign of German occupation.
What he reported when he returned, was kept secret from the American people and is only now beginning to see the light of day.
Richard Evelyn Byrd was born into a famous Virginia family in 1888. He entered the United States Naval Academy at the age of 20 and was commissioned in 1912.
His passion for the airplane began during World War I when he learned to fly. Subsequently Byrd became a flying instructor for the US Navy. Significant credit must be given Byrd for the present American interest in the south polar regions.
His success as a naval aviator and
transatlantic flier, along with the North Pole flyover, instilled enough confidence in the public to make them financially assist in the support of his first two Antarctic expeditions.
From Byrd's first expedition in 1928-30 until 1955, eleven expeditions, excluding the Wilkins-Hearst Expedition, left the United States for Antarctica.
The NC4 was the first plane to succeed in crossing the Atlantic, via Newfoundland and the Azores, having done so in May 1919. In 1926 he and Floyd Bennett made the first flight over the North Pole.
On February 19, 1947, Admiral Richard E. Byrd left Base Camp Arctic and flew northward. What happened on that flight?
For years rumors have persisted that on his historic flight to the North Pole, Admiral Bird flew beyond the Pole into an opening leading inside the Earth.
Here he met with advanced beings who had a sobering message for him to deliver to Mankind on the Surface World.
Upon Byrd's return to Washington, on March 11, 1947 he was interviewed intently by top security forces and a medical team.
He was placed under strict control and ordered to remain silent on the behalf of humanity. Being a military man, he felt he had to comply.
Here, from Admiral Byrd's secret log and diary, is the message meant to have been heard 45 years ago!
JOURNEY TO THE LAND BEYOND THE NORTH POLE
Excerpt from ‘The Hollow Earth’ -
"During his Arctic flight of 1,700 miles BEYOND the North Pole he reported by radio that he saw below him, not ice and snow, but land areas consisting of mountains, forests, green vegetation, lakes and rivers, and in the underbrush saw a strange animal resembling the mammoth...."
Upon their return to New York, Byrd was asked by radio announcer, Roald Amundsen what his next plans would be. His response? "Fly over the South Pole."
"In January, 1956, Admiral Byrd led another expedition to the Antarctic and there penetrated for 2,300 miles BEYOND the South Pole.
The radio announcement at this time (January 13, 1956) said: "On January 13, members of the United Stated expedition penetrated a land extent of 2,300 miles BEYOND the Pole. The Flight was made by Rear Admiral George Dufek of the United States Navy Air Unit."
Byrd said on March 13, 1956, "The present expedition has opened up a vast new land."
Admiral Byrd said in February, 1947 before his North Pole flight, "I'd like to see that land beyond the Pole. That area beyond the Pole is the center of the great unknown."
SECRET DIARY OF ADMIRAL BYRD
Several years ago, I picked up a small book in a Chicago book store, which bore the title ‘Hollow Earth’, and had a foreword by Dr. William Bernard Ph.d., D.D.
The writer put forth many interesting scientific observations but the one that impressed me most, was Admiral Byrd’s secret diary. For those of you who may want your own copy write to:
Hollow Earth Society
Attn: Captain Wilhelm Shoush
POB 142, Stanford, MO 65757
The reader of the following documentation should 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 the origin of the so called UFOs, as well as the Hollow Earth, or as the admiral described it:
The Land Beyond The Poles
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 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 northward and we are airborne with full fuel tanks at 0610 Hours.
0620 Hours- fuel mixture on starboard engine seems too rich, adjustment made and Pratt Whitneys are running smoothly.
0730 Hours- Radio Check with base camp. All is well and radio reception is normal.
0740 Hours- Note slight oil leak in starboard engine, oil pressure indicator seems normal, however.
0800 Hours- Slight turbulence noted from easterly direction at altitude of 2321 feet, correction to 1700 feet, no further turbo lence, 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 for a better examination of this color pattern below, note reddish or purple color also.
[These color patterns were probably the pollen from flowers, on the ice. - JOB] 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 sighing 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
"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
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
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