The Worst News I’ve Ever Given In a Newsletter

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Noel Joshua Hadley

WHAT a way to start 2026 on the Gregorian.

It is my unpleasant duty to tell you now, just as it was my unpleasant duty to tell Pamela Glasgow over the weekend, that all funding is being cut on The Paleo Hebrew Scriptures.

Here’s what it means for the future of the project. Funding has dropped about 60%. Paleo sales have diminished as well. Sarah and I have been trying to keep Pamela and Rebecca Gould afloat through our own personal family budget, and after several months of not seeing a turn-around, the weight of this financial burden has begun to break us. In one final desperate move, I put out an Annual Budget, which did okay but for the most part likely had a far more despairing psychological effect. My resolve hasn’t changed. I want to see the entire Bible translated through the paleo, and I want Pamela at the helm. I want to see the two of them continue in our community. I believe in this massive undertaking even if interest has waned. But I also understand that Pamela and Rebecca need to do what they need to do to survive.

Thank you to the incredible couple who gifted Pamela a car, by the way.

I also feel it is my obligation to tell you that I disbanded the Elder Board at TUC. The sad fact is that its mission has failed. I had three Elder’s, all of whom are my friends, and I hope they will continue to be. I know we all have lives to live, jobs to work, families to provide for, and I don’t fault anyone for having those correct priorities. There was, however, one defining task as elders and I thought I had expressed myself clearly on that. We were to provide for Pamela and Rebecca, the two women of our widows ministry. It is the same message I have repeated on air week after week, and we failed to succeed at it. Overall, the silence has been stunning.

My desire has been to surround myself with a fellowship of wisdom. Wisdom is truly a paradox in that she is crying out in the streets for all to hear and yet, astonishingly, difficult to find in the counsel. The fact of the matter is, I have bitten off more than I can chew, for lack of a better phrase, taking on a workload which should be delegated to a village, and have therefore asked for help carrying this burden. Unfortunately, the bulk of the advice coming my way can often (though not always) be summed up as follows. “Noel, you’re not doing enough. You need to do more! Do more! More! Be like this guy! Be more like that guy over there! Nothing that you’re doing is good enough!”

My response to this sort of advice is often, “What should I cut from my day-to-day schedule in order to do more?” Or, “Interested in helping me lift the load so that I can be more like that guy?”

Typically, my question falls on blank stares. Perhaps they mean well.

After being told by numerous individuals that I need to stop asking for support and form a fundraising committee, I did just that. For once, it seemed like good advice. And it was. That is, until the inevitable report came in. “Noel, you’re not doing enough! Why aren’t you asking for more support? Do more! More!”

The truth in all of this has been difficult for me to accept. I asked the community to help me carry a burden which most were not willing to bear.

If this trend continues, then the next step is to close doors on the ministry altogether. There are many forces at work who would very much like to see this happen. I pray it never does.

There is another element of my life which needs addressed. Because many people are already thinking it. And that is the fact that I chose to live in Europe with my family rather than, say, Flint, Michigan or Gary, Indiana. The reviews are in. “Noel, you should have been providing for Pamela and Rebecca rather than living in Europe.” You see, there it is again. Providing for Pamela and Rebecca is exclusively my burden to bear.

What many don’t seem to understand is that Sarah and I rent our house out just to pay the bills. Though we are debt free at the moment, our revenue comes through TUC—and our home. People literally pay us to leave and be “homeless” for a while. We had only just arrived home from Europe when we received word that somebody else was paying us to leave for a week. It was frustrating packing everything up and I didn’t want to do it, but we were able to pay Pamela and Rebecca that month because of the added revenue. Yes, we were making money sitting in a remote mountain village in Germany or Italy, and we will probably be doing something similar this summer just to fund the ministry. Will it be the mountains or the beach or a trailer park on the side of the highway? Not sure where we will end up but that is not the point. If and when people pay us to leave, we pack up and leave. I had hoped that our house would rent for Christmas or New Year’s but nobody came.

Please do not confuse my transparency for bitterness. I am not bitter. I sure do hope I’m not being passive-aggressive or virtue signaling. I simply believe you need to hear the news. I am resolved to drink to YASHA’UA’s health no matter the outcome. I love this community and cherish the people I’ve met here. My main regret is that my devotion to this work has cost me deep and meaningful relationships that might have otherwise been enjoyed.

Thank you everyone who sacrificed. Your love offerings were felt. They will not be forgotten.

There is good news in that our story is not yet through. May YASHA’UA Messiah receive all praise in the end. Which reminds me of the insight which I believe Ruach CHAKA’MAHA gave me while living in Italy last summer. It regards the future of this community. Though my Friday night group has already been let in on the specifics, I will probably save those intimate details for another letter. If you were there to hear the inside scoop, then you probably know that ALAHAYAM’s plan is already in effect.

I must diminish in order that YASHA’UA can be glorified.

Noel Joshua Hadley

1/11/2026

IN the summer of 2019, I was seated in the wine cellar of a walled Medieval town high above the Dordogne Valley of France, not far from Sarlat-la-Canéda, making phone calls, writing reports. I have given this story in other places and it appears as though you’re about to hear it again. Rob Skiba is a name you that you might be familiar with. Though he had made a name for himself as a Nephilim researcher, more recently Rob had taken a dive into the deep end of the pool via flat earth research. The recorded interviews I conducted between he and Rick Hummer, a fellow flat earth investigator and close friend of his, was published while still occupying that very wine cellar. Read all about it. Chicago Is Not a Mirage.

Word quickly spread. Within a few short weeks, dozens of flat earth researchers began accepting my invite for a private interview, if not a series of interviews. From a 17th-century tower built by King Louis XIV, and with a stunning view of the Alps, I sat down with Robbie Davidson, founder of the Flat Earth International Conferences, conducting multiple sessions. While staying in Dumfries, Scotland, David Weiss agreed to take part in the interviews, as did Bob Knodel of Globebusters. There were others. But when I asked the interviewees to discuss the moments that shaped their lives, among the many PSYOPs, false flag attacks, and hoaxes that were discussed, only these men committed commentary to the false 9/11 narrative.

The resulting recordings ballooned into The Unexpected Cosmology, a book which became a website and was even intended as an anthology. And of course, the following discourse was originally a chapter. It was Walt Disney who stated, “Disneyland will never be completed. It will continue to grow as long as there is imagination left in the world.” Those sentiments remain applicable here as well. American Sensationalism: The 9/11 Interviews was always intended to be expanded upon with the inclusion of new researchers. So I’m sorry to say the project became stagnant during the Covid-19 psychodrama. I took a break to tackle other projects. We lost Rob Skiba. Rob offered hours of private conversation regarding his life but we never got around to the big one. 9/11. It was in the cards. Sadly, Bob Knodel died soon afterwards. Voices are being squeezed from an entire generation. Gnosis passes with them.

In the aftermath, the FE community became fractured. People began going their separate ways. Robbie Davidson, among a noted few others who were interviewed for the project, got up and left the movement altogether. It is not my intent to erase his or the contributions of others if only brief. They came, they went, their testimonies remain.

The original vision may have hit roadblocks but it is not forgotten. I expanded this paper a few years later to include testimony from author Pauly Hart, a dear friend of mine. I had wanted to continue that trend every year thereafter but you know how it goes. For the 25th anniversary of the attack I have redirected my efforts to its first large scale expansion, including Andrew Hoy and Darrin Geisinger into the mix. Perhaps others will lend their experiences to the recorder in time.

The following is their report.

Read the 9/11 Interviews

Watch the Interviews