On this third installment, I find that I’ve been locked out of the UI library website, and therefore, no further access to the digital version of Strong Men South. They cited that the book was a licensed product, that they are “not legally able to provide access” and that “license agreement restricts access to specific authorized users,” furthermore, “resources that have greatest value to a research institution are often very costly.” In light of this, will have to rely on my notes until sufficient fortitude is present, to perhaps become the first to read our particular copy of the book.
Now, up to this point, the author has described the journey. As they approach the ice pack, Menster quotes the book of Job 38:29-30, “Out of whose womb came the ice; and the frost from heaven, who hath gendered it? The waters are hardened like a stone, and the surface of the deep is congealed.”
Icebreaker cracking a channel on ahead, aircraft were sometimes launched to scout the best way along. Getting through this barrier of huge chunks of ice capable of puncturing the hull of a ship, was a seemingly never ending game of cat and mouse with boredom and catastrophe. Loss of life did come. An aerial scouting mission did not return.
The wreck was found weeks later. There were survivors. Imagine the physical and mental challenges of survival amid such an excessively harsh situation. The injured, aiding the critical. Finding a frozen can of food, flung some distance away in the debris field, buried in the drifts, then exposed again.
But it was the concept of time which seemed to be the most dangerous. There, at the bottom of the earth it was Summertime, no sunset. Consequently, there was little if any evidence of the passing time.
We are not designed to, nor are we accustomed to life without the cycle of darkness and light. Perpetual light or perpetual darkness voids the sense of progress. We are built with an internal clock. When this clock appears to stop, there is tremendous mental pressure. No wonder this scenario can be used as a method of torture against our bodies in their current form.
Menster sums up the endurance of those who survived beautifully, “There was no night* or day there, only time that crept around the face of their watches; that time meant nothing.” Had it not been for the captain, who offered hope continually, in that time vacuum, the men would have given up. What an important example to us now, that leaders must offer hope, even when every fiber of their being says no.
(The grace of the Creator of the Universe many times provides someone in a crisis situation. That someone is offered another reality, if not by visions, then a forceful, determined certainty or if necessary, defiance against the threat.)
The ships in due course reached the awe of the ice shelf. The author exclaims that, “The fascination of the great Ross Ice Shelf is something that I can not explain.” A cliff of ice jutting up 200 feet. They would soon be in search of a suitable camp site. No doubt the pace quickened, they had made it! “Impossible ice, improbable, never again impossible.”
Admiral Byrd’s previous camp was located early on. The tips of poles and the like poking out of the snow, gave evidence. 6 years of accumulation was tunneled through. Down to find what gives a hint of strangeness, or credibility to the basis of conspiracy connected to the place.
Under the snow they found to their surprise, fresh food and meats. Even to find apples, perfectly preserved, but the taste was decidedly different, as if they had been baked. The cold, apparently to them, had acted in a similar way to heat. There was no rust found on metal surfaces and so forth.
The new base camp was set. Tents were pitched over prefab wooden decks. Still, as Menster pointed out the “presence of death was was about us at every minute.” Call it an intrusion into a surreal and hostile world on their own planet.
* There shall be no night there, Revelation 21:25, 22:5. As the survivors confined to that broken fuselage waited, time stood still. At least for them, it seemed to, for the sun was ever-present in the sky. Because we are in a time based form of reality, these conditions are extremely difficult to tolerate. But this is actually the optimal state of being. The crew of that ill fated aircraft, as any who have experienced this near either pole, saw metaphorically, our future existence. At this point in time, the absence of alternating light and dark, is contrary to our mind and body. The pure whiteness reflected light in every direction. Without proper protection, snow blindness, and sunburn often resulted.
We find the figure of our future existence in the last of the Biblical Feast Days, the Last Great Day. The eighth day, which goes beyond the seven day cycle of the week. It is the day after the Sabbath, which is a figure of the Millennium Reign of Y’shua the Messiah. The eight day, the Last Great Day is outside of the confines of time.