Lights Over Antarctica

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

The opportunity of a lifetime, turned out to be a paralyzing experience, that no one heard about.

 

 

 

I was born in 1966, yet I died in 1954, allow me to explain. I was one of the crew members, that along with Admiral Byrd, successfully flew over the South Pole on November 29th, 1929. I know what you're thinking, but you don't know what I know. I get it, many people don't believe in reincarnation, but remember, many people do. I am a firm believer, even though, these are the only two lives I remember. A young man in the U.S. Navy at the turn of the century and the one now, allowing me to write about what happened back then.


Byrd had already flown over the North Pole three years earlier, even though there are historical conflicting stories of who was the first to do it, I won't get into that here. Richard Byrd was a highly decorated and highly revered pilot and explorer and many don't know he was good friends with Charles Lindbergh and actually trained Charles in the use of a special elongated runway which greatly aided Lindbergh's transatlantic flight in 1927. Byrd was awarded the Medal of Honor, here in the states and was made Commandant of the French Legion of Honor, to name a few of his accomplishment, but I am not here to talk about Admiral Byrd, you can Google him all day, I am here to tell you about the story of how this all came about.


I heard from a friend of a friend that Byrd was seeking another crew for the South Pole expedition, which really piqued my interest. First of all, I knew what type of plane they were going to use, I knew what type of radio equipment was on those planes and that was my specialty. Luckily, or maybe it was fate, my commanding officer knew Byrd quite well and I was able to meet with him and Byrd and upon the recommendation of my boss, Byrd hired me immediately, I'll never forget that meeting or what happened on that flight.
With money from Rockefeller and Ford, about $400,000, we started planning and getting our ducks lined up. We first chartered a ship, that sailed us down to a well-supplied base, called Little America, which was built on the Ross Ice Shelf. We were a crew of five, Byrd was the navigator on this journey and we had three very experienced pilots on the crew and myself, "a radio and communications genius," I remember my C.O. telling Byrd. I don't know about all that, I was just super happy to be part of it.


I knew this would be a big thing, little did I realize at the time that this would be the largest and best-equipped expedition that had ever set out for that continent, I should say, at the time. As the history books show, we flew from Little America to the pole and back just under 19 hours with no mishap, but it was not without incident, what I am about to tell you, never made it to the history books, but maybe someday it will.


I'll never forget that flight, nor what we experienced. The plane we were in was called the Floyd Bennett; a name Byrd bestowed on it after the pilot. It was a Ford Tri-Motor airplane, it was big, powerful and loud, "there was no sneaking up on anything" I remember laughing to myself. Just a quick fact, that exact plane is on display at the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn, Mi. Anyway, as we took off, Bennett struggled to gain altitude and we barely cleared an 11,000-foot pass between two mountains which led to the pole. What I found out soon enough, is that most of our magnetic navigational instruments were essentially "good for nothing" as I put it, over the pole. Had I known that before I accepted this assignment, I might have declined it, so I was happy I wasn't told everything before our take off. I was forced to use my inner-compass, so to speak, meaning my intuition and experience. But still, there we were, 'flying blind' as they say, even though all the other instruments showed all was well, we were all still on high alert.


Just as we reached the pole, we started making what was essentially a giant U-turn to head back and that's when all hell broke loose. To the north of us, about six miles away, we all started seeing multiple bright flashing lights, all in a group which seemed to be catching up to us very quickly, when the lights were right next to us, we could see all kinds of details. These were flying craft of some sort, not from this planet, slightly cigar shaped, totally silver in color with no markings, no windows, nothing. There were six of them and they wasted no time surrounding us as we were flying, all of us were in shock to say the least, we all just stared at the crafts, with no dialog between us, not even looking at each other. Just then, all the ships started flashing a random pattern of brilliant lights of all colors, and that's right when things started getting real.


At that very moment it felt like our plane had just stopped midair, instantly there were no sounds, all the instrumentation froze and the constant vibration of our huge plane disappeared. Just then, as I looked around, the other crew members were also frozen, not moving a muscle, and after a huge flash of light, I found myself, well, let's just say, not where I was. I was now laying down, or at least horizontal, cause I felt no table or floor below me, and my surroundings were just a very bright white light. As I looked around, I could see nothing but light. Just then, I saw several human looking silhouettes approach me, the light blocked out much of their details, but they were short, had big heads, longs arms and fingers and I remember one lifting it's hand and touched me on the forehead. When that happened, I was instantly frozen, I could move a muscle, not even blink, I wasn't even sure if I was even breathing!


As the beings surrounded me, they spoke, not verbally, not out loud, but in my mind, it was clear as a bell. I could tell which one was 'speaking' when, because of their eye movements, which were big, pitch black and when they would blink, it reminded me of a camera shutter closing, too weird to explain. These creatures took their time saying similar, yet different things to me, "You are in no harm" one said, another looked at me and said, "do not fear, this will not hurt", yet another said, "relax, it won't take long" and I remember thinking, they don't know our species very well do they!
I was scared and stressed on many levels, but couldn't think beyond that, like where am I? Where is the plane and the crew? Am I alive or dead? Beyond that, I really don't remember anything except for when all the beings left myside, and what was weird is they didn't turn to leave, it was like they floated backwards or something, never taking their eyes off of me.


As I was lying there thinking "that was weird", there was another bright light, and in an instant, I was back on our plane, but still frozen, the plane was still frozen, the crew wasn't moving or speaking, we couldn't even move our eyes. As I sat there, I remember thinking about what had happened to me, and for what seemed like a hours, I witnessed each crew member, one by one, vanish and return, my first thought was intuitive, like, they were all experiencing the same thing I did.


It wasn't until later that I grasped the reality, that each of us were transported off our plane, on to their craft, one by one. It wasn't very clear to me why they did this, until much later when my entire body was sore, the odd thing being, that every hole in my body, mouth, nose, ears, eyes, the two in my pants and even my belly button burned like chili peppers for several hours. Soon we were all back on the plane and with several huge flashes, those unidentified craft were gone and we were able to regain control over our plane. We all looked at each other, I was quite certain they had just experienced everything I did, yet no one said a word, almost like each of us were waiting for the other to say something, but we never did.


As history shows, we made it back safely and we were all hailed as heroes for our flight, they even had parades for us, but what happened to me I could never shake. I never told anyone about what happened and took it to my grave in 1954. Twelve years later, my spirit was reincarnated into who I am now, along with many vivid memories of my past life, at least the last one anyway. That experience happened over 80 years ago yet it seems as though it happened yesterday. I feel I was brought back to Earth, with this memory, so my story could be told. Since then, there have been countless people coming forward with very similar, sometimes exactly the same story, except for the location. I have made it my goal, in this life, to research and discover why this phenomenon is occurring and what are these beings are really after, yet up to this point, it is still a mystery.
 

 


Submitted: May 26, 2021

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