Rowers Gliding Past Georgetown University on the Potomac in the Dim Light of Dawn

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Noel Joshua Hadley

Rowers Gliding Past Georgetown University on the Potomac in the Dim Light of Dawn

Noel Joshua Hadley

12/9/25

AFTER scribbling this poem’s title in a notebook

I reclined in a swivel chair and chewed on my pencil

feeling rather satisfied with myself.  

 

I considered leaving the remaining page a blank canvas

without the nasally congestion of a word-salad.

The mental image is enough, I half-heartedly convinced myself,

but I could not turn away from the dimming silhouette of spired rooftops.  

 

Warming numb fingers with the moist air from my lungs,

I tuck hands into coat pockets while soldiers in sweaty gray shirts and yellow sashes

jog from one end of the stone bridge to the other.

They might as well be pastors or priests.

Nobody so much as looks my way.

 

All that remains are naked branches and a ghostly fog

lifting with the dimming purple glow of autumn.

 

Down below in the Potomac,

clay figures emerge with the honeydew of dawn.

 

Rowing. Rowing. Rowing.

 

Seated in the stern of the boat is the best-selling author in the world.  

Moses, with his megaphone and a pair of horns protruding from his marble head rather than the usual lightning bolts,

instructs the authors of the Scripture to row.

 

Saints Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,

James, Jude, Paul, and the writer of third John

are usually numbered among them, but not today.  

 

No—it is the faces of Thomas, Philip, and Aristobulus that I see.

Barnabas, Bartholomew, Joseph of Arimathea and Clement

come rowing by, brows dripping,

muscles aching.

 

And look! There is yet another boat

sliding across the mirror of subconsciousness.

 

Nobody pays the coxswain any mind but I see her,

I know who she is.

 

Ruach CHAKA’MAHA holds the megaphone,

instructing the Daughter of Tsiyon and her ladies in waiting to row.  

Saint Pamela of the House of Glasgow is seated among them,

as is my editor, Rebecca, who somehow manages to pour the maple syrup on all of my word waffles.

 

So there I was laughing fiendishly at the title and blank page before me,

but mostly the thought of Rebecca in the boat.

 

I poured myself another cup of coffee

while the fog lifted and the soldiers went jogging by,

and then watched clay figures on the Potomac

rowing silently through the canvas of time.

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.

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