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Strangers Beneath the Earth

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"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 intensely 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.

FINAL ENTRY

December 30, 1956

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 it.

Jennings decides to put together an expedition to the North Pole to find out if what Byrd discovered is true or not.

He forms a team together of experts to accompany him. He buys a C-130 "J" model Hercules aircraft with extended range and fuel tanks and equips it with skies. All supplies will be rigged for a parachute drop since he doesn't know what will take place. We may have to walk our way out. Navigation will be by gyrocompass.

Mysterious X man accosts Jennings in his car warning him that he is being watched and will be shot down if he approaches the "center."

"The Russians in 1966 tried to drill to the center of the earth."

"So?"

"They heard horrific screams from beings tormented below. Many went insane, some died on the scene. There is a reason why men cannot go to the earth's center."

"I'm still going."

"You may not like what you find." He gives him a note on how to evade the radar and a Bible with a verse marked. "When your world goes to shit read this verse. Not until then."

Jenning's expedition takes off in C-130J and flies 5 feet over the water to evade radar thanks to tip from Mr. X.

Harrowing flight . . . flock of birds ingest into left engines, causing fire.

Pilot needs altitude.

Radar screen operators detect their plane . . . they are outraged and scramble fighters to shoot them down.

Satellites in space acquire engine fire and begin to track their plane.

"They are headed to the forbidden zone."

The President is contacted. "They may violate the treaty."

Their plan enters the center vortex after seeing the Aurora borealis.