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Thursday, 6th April 2023 - The Exodus

Hi everyone, Jim Norris here again with another update for you. And yet another momentous one it is though rather bittersweet. Our friends here in Thoth have once more provided us with a temporary internet link to enable me to post this follow-up bulletin to the one I broadcast on 24th March.

The response to that has been incredible and I am thankful that so many enlightened and awakened people took us to our word and made the journey down here. Valettajet have allocated every plane they had available to the exodus and it delights me to say that, in essence, they no longer exist in Earthland as a business entity. Every single member of staff and their immediate family have flown to Porta Mundorum III (PM3) many of whom have already journeyed on to join us here in Thoth. The current estimate of migrants in the exodus is now over two-thousand five hundred which is truly amazing.

So that is the sweet, now for the bitter I’m afraid. Maybe we did not make it clear in the earlier bulletins that the safe route south was by air only. We deeply regret not making that clear now but you will be happy to learn that remedial action is being taken. The U.N. Antarctic Interceptor Force (UNAIF) were still operating several gunboats in the Drake Passage which were systematically and without mercy blowing migrant boats out of the water. No warning, no opportunity to turn back. Just cold-blooded, callous murder. Our controllers never seem to disappoint do they, folks?

Many hundred innocent lives were lost and so we took very swift and decisive action. We dispatched a squadron of four armed planes from Thoth to seek out and destroy these gunboats and I’m happy to report that their mission was successful. The Southern Ocean between Tierra Del Fuego and Antarctica is now free of any predatory U.N. hardware, either aerial or maritime (though this will not be the case for long I am sure) yet several other problems remain for those braving its turbulent, inhospitable waters.

The first is where to land when you reach the peninsula area. So many of the islands are deserted and almost impossible to land upon. The second is what do next if you do manage to make land. The only way to reach Extrema, unless you are part of an officially sanctioned Antarctic research team of course, is by air. Any attempt at an overland crossing would be foolhardy with only one, inevitable outcome.

So, we are formulating a plan for all you brave seafarers and it involves the aptly name Deception Island, the most southerly of the South Shetland Islands (62.9409° S, 60.5554°W). We strongly recommend you all to head there and sail through the narrow ‘Neptune’s Bellows’ strait at the island’s south-eastern tip into Port Foster, a flooded volcanic crater offering shelter from the ravages of the open ocean and safe landing sites for Zodiacs. You can even warm yourselves nearby by taking a dip in Pendulum Cove a geothermal, heated plunge-pool!

And this is where our burgeoning plan comes in. The fine detail has yet to be formulated but the intention is for us to fly sufficient aircraft from PM3 to pick you all up and bring you safely back here to join us. I have been told that several flying boats were amongst the aerial exodus and, if it is practical and safe to do so, we will use these to fetch you from Deception Island. If some of those planes need to make multiple journeys, then so be it but hopefully we will be able to find sufficient aircraft to rescue you all in one mission. We intend to complete our plan by lunchtime tomorrow (Friday) with the first flight leaving early Saturday morning. I will provide more details once the plan has been finalised and agreed.

SO please, if you pick up this bulletin and are part of the flotilla currently making its way across theDrake Passage, pass on the message around al nearby vessels and let’s get all you courageous souls safely to Deception.

Godspeed to every single one of you.

Tuesday, 14th February 2023

Hi everyone, Ash Pardoe here, reporting to you from a secret location in Ushuaia, Argentina. Just thought I would update you all on our progress, or more accurately the outcome, of our pioneering truth-seeking Antarctic expedition.

As you all know, we departed Port Stanley in The Falklands on Saturday 11th February, in an attempt to, well as far as the authorities are concerned anyway, ‘fly directly over Antarctica to Perth Australia.’ We were fully expecting to be intercepted by the U.N. Antarctic Interceptor Force as we crossed the sixtieth southerly parallel and were not disappointed in the slightest.

An ancient F-5 Freedom Fighter, flown most unexpectedly by a British pilot, came alongside our Dreamliner insisting we turn around and return to Stanley. Obviously, we refused and tried to talk him around but he was in no mood to change his mind. He issued his final warning and we were on the verge of relenting and turning around when he suddenly, for some bizarre reason, changed his mind and told us we could continue our flight, wishing us all a great time in Perth!

Utterly amazed, we crossed the ice wall and traversed the vast expanse of the ice-shelf which was as flat as a mirror and stretched east and west as far as the eye could see. We then had to increase altitude considerably in order to safely overfly the towering peaks of the Antarctic mountain range after which we descended, the hills eventually giving way to a second flat expanse of ice.

Then, much to our amazement, and exactly as described by Admiral Byrd, the ice began to give way to patches of bare rock and sparse grassland and very soon it disappeared altogether. The outside air temperature increased markedly and the light improved, almost as if we had come under the influence of a different sun. We were flying across a landscape more akin to the South American pampas than Antarctica yet our instruments were still telling us we were flying due south. Jim Norris, my co-pilot then spotted what he thought was a runway to the south-east. Surely not, we both thought but that’s exactly what it turned out to be and we touched down without incident just a few minutes later.

The airstrip and terminal buildings is in fact a former German airbase constructed in the 1930s with the name Porta Mundorum III in a land called Extrema. Its co-ordinates, for those of you considering embarking upon the same journey, are fifty-eight point two-four-five-one degrees west and…now wait for it…one-hundred point three-eight-nine-six degrees south! Though deserted, it turned out to be the best-equipped and most luxurious airbase either of us have ever visited. Fully stocked with fabulous food, accommodation for over one-hundred people as well as having a health-spa and an infirmary it is located between two huge lakes, the water temperature of both a wonderful twenty degrees, ideal for swimming and snorkelling. The two lakes and the river flowing from one to the other teem with fish and many of our fellow receptionists took full advantage. Believe it or not, the finest-quality fishing tackle was also provided.

There is a visitor’s book there which, when we read through it, simply blew our minds. I know this sounds crazy but the list of visitors over the decades included the likes of Amelia Earhart, Richard E Byrd, John F Kennedy, Walt Disney and L Ron Hubbard. Utterly and literally out of this world! Boy have we been deceived, everyone but I’m delighted to say The Deceptionists have well and truly rumbled it.

There was also a welcome book at the base which, as well as providing a comprehensive guide to the base and the surrounding area, provided instructions for our onward journey.And that was to continue flying south to a place called Thoth, wherever or whatever that might turn out to be.Unfortunately, several of our passengers fell seriously ill within a few hours of our arrival and so sadly we had no option but to return north again.Apparently, the book informed us, this was because their negative energy so conflicted with the frequencies of Extrema that if they stayed any length time they would almost certainly die.Our mystery benefactor was one of those who fell ill and so right now, as I write this update, we are doing our utmost to nurse him and the others back to full health.If we are successful then we shall interrogate them all to try and determine exactly why their energy is so averse to the frequencies down there.We’ll keep you posted.

24th March 2023 - An Update From the Realm of Thoth

Hi everyone, Jim Norris here this time with another update. And what a momentous update it is! We have had no access to the web at any point during our incredible journey down here until now, hence the ‘radio silence.’ We have now reached what we all believe to be the final-destination of our truly historic voyage of discovery—for the time being anyhow and the kind people here have provided us with a temporary internet link to enable me to post this historical and mind-blowing bulletin.

Having overseen the recovery of the sick passengers from our initial flight south, we were able to interrogate them and our worst suspicions were confirmed. Every single one was a spy who together had infiltrated the group with the eventual aim of killing us all and then returning north. So, we imprisoned them in an industrial lockup with sufficient food and water to enable us to prepare for a second attempt. We had fitted their ‘prison cell’ with a lock which could be released remotely upon our departure. We finally took-off from Ushuaia on 26th February, fully expecting to be intercepted once again. However, this time, we crossed the sixtieth southerly parallel with no interference whatsoever, a major surprise to us all. In almost perfect flying conditions, we crossed the ice wall, ice-shelf and mountains for a second time and arrived back at Porta Mundorum III (PM3) after a most relaxing and uneventful eleven-hour flight.

To our complete bewilderment, we found two other aircraft parked on the apron there, an F-5 Freedom Fighter in UN livery and a Tornado GR-5 of the German Luftwaffe, the pilots of which were nowhere to be seen. Both baffled and worried by this we decided to rest there at PM3 for a number of days to recharge our batteries, ensure nobody fell sick and also to see if the two errant pilots would return. And lo and behold, they did return, on Friday 3rd March. A British pilot, Samuel ‘Dobbo’ Dobson and Fabian Schuster, erstwhile of the German Luftwaffe and three native people arrived by boat from the south just before lunchtime. They told us that they were Antarctic Interceptor Force pilots who had deserted and headed south beyond the ice wall to seek the truth just as we had done. They had experienced a host of incredible adventures which they recounted at length but which, my friends, I will save for a later bulletin.

Later that day we left PM3 in the Dreamliner soon to be followed by Dobson and a lovely lady called Asiri, a local Extreman girl, in the F-5. Schuster, flying the Tornado, was heading back north to Teniente Rodolfo Marsh Martin Airbase, the home of the interceptor force to rescue a Chilean flight engineer who had been stranded there following their desertion. Again, more of that later—I promise.

We headed south along the lake known as Porta Lacus, eventually reaching a sea, The Ahtian Ocean. Shortly after that, control of the Dreamliner was taken over remotely, something we were told would happen and we were then flown into a vast chasm on a remote island, Serenitas Insula, and along a tunnel called Regni Cunicium III which incredibly had a railway running along its floor. The tunnel, and I know this will simply sound ridiculous, folks but let me assure you is true, enabled us to fly beneath the firmament-rim of our old world (from now on to be called Earthland), the void beyond it and then under the edge of another firmament, that of a completely separate realm, Thoth!

And here we are on the Isle Of Thoth, in its capital Varinthia which means ‘beautiful city.’ It is a marvellous place and I could write many paragraphs already on its splendour and beauty a well as its people, its customs, its technology and its geography. But I am going to save that for another bulletin as I have something very important to tell you all.

Just this morning, I was speaking with Dobbo and Asiri, both of whom had just recently arrived back in Thoth from Extrema in their F-5 after returning there for their engagement ceremony—of all things. His former RAF colleague, Adam Haylock had returned with them in his F5 but sadly Schuster, in the Tornado, was not with them. Shortly after their return to PM3 the three were tracked-down by their replacement interceptors from Teniente Rodolfo, five F-22 Raptors, ex USAF and a fierce air battle ensued. The outnumbered yet superior-skilled deserters managed to destroy all five Raptors but tragically not without the loss of their dear friend Schuster.

The result of that air battle however is that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity has presented itself, which I urge you all to take advantage of, if you wish to venture beyond your known world and discover the truth. At this very moment there are no U.N. Antarctic Interceptor Force fighters at Teniente Rodolfo Airbase. None whatsoever. Even though the air battle took place some ten days ago, as yet, according to agents of Thoth within the UN and the US military, further replacements for the destroyed aircraft will most likely take a couple of weeks minimum to arrive so, right now, you have an unprecedented window of opportunity to fly down here and join us in Thoth. I know all this sounds totally ridiculous, everyone but it is the one-hundred-percent truth, I assure you. Should you require an aircraft in which to take that giant leap, feel free to contact ValletaJet as we did. They are wide-awake, totally on our side and will do their utmost to help, I am sure. Though based in Malta, they have a variety of aircraft of all shapes and sizes in Ushuaia, Argentina, Port Stanley in The Falklands and Presidente Carlos Ibáñez del Campo airport in southern Chile.

I urge as many of you as possible to take the same leap of faith as we have. There has never been a better time to do it. You will experience the adventure of a lifetime and discover the truth, not only regarding Antarctic but also that of the entire Earthland realm. Most importantly however, you will finally discover your true self and that, my friends, is the ultimate prize.

So, contact Valettajet right now and get yourselves down to PM3 as soon as possible. Its co-ordinates are fifty-eight point two-four-five-one degrees west and…as we stated in our previous bulletin…one-hundred point three-eight-nine-six degrees south. There you will find instructions for continuing on to Thoth. But hurry, you may never have this opportunity again. It will be the making of you, I promise!”

AND—please share this amongst your like-minded friends and across social-media. Together, let’s start an exodus!