monkeyboy
14-05-2009, 11:35 PM
this is an excert from the secret diaries of admiral richard e byrd.
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.
http://homepage.mac.com/cparada/GML/Atlantis.html
Atlantis was a large island in the Atlantic Ocean which lay in front of the mouth of the pillars of Heracles (straits of Gibraltar). Their inhabitants became a spiritually ugly race and for that reason Zeus and the gods destroyed them by letting the island be swallowed up by the sea. Atlantis was ruled by a confederation of kings and its power extended over Libya as far as Egypt and over Europe as far as Tuscany. About 8000 years before the Trojan War, Atlantis attempted to conquer the whole of the Mediterranean world but was defeated by the Athens of those remote times and its allies. Later, when the gods perceived that Atlantis was inhabited by an evil race, they let the island be destroyed by the third of the floods which preceded the Flood in the time of Deucalion 1. The first ten kings of Atlantis (five pairs of twins) were all sons of Poseidon and Cleito 2. The first born was Atlas, who was appointed to be king over the rest and after whom the island was called. The legend of Atlantis is not connected to other myths except for the names of Atlas and Poseidon.
the more i am looking into these stories the more the dots semm to connect but that could just be me so what do you think?:)
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.
http://homepage.mac.com/cparada/GML/Atlantis.html
Atlantis was a large island in the Atlantic Ocean which lay in front of the mouth of the pillars of Heracles (straits of Gibraltar). Their inhabitants became a spiritually ugly race and for that reason Zeus and the gods destroyed them by letting the island be swallowed up by the sea. Atlantis was ruled by a confederation of kings and its power extended over Libya as far as Egypt and over Europe as far as Tuscany. About 8000 years before the Trojan War, Atlantis attempted to conquer the whole of the Mediterranean world but was defeated by the Athens of those remote times and its allies. Later, when the gods perceived that Atlantis was inhabited by an evil race, they let the island be destroyed by the third of the floods which preceded the Flood in the time of Deucalion 1. The first ten kings of Atlantis (five pairs of twins) were all sons of Poseidon and Cleito 2. The first born was Atlas, who was appointed to be king over the rest and after whom the island was called. The legend of Atlantis is not connected to other myths except for the names of Atlas and Poseidon.
the more i am looking into these stories the more the dots semm to connect but that could just be me so what do you think?:)