Stay Up All Night: A Preview

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Noel Joshua Hadley

Stay Up All Night: A Preview

11/1/2024

by Noel Joshua Hadley

 

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HAS it really been two months since my last Article Update? I checked. My last article update was for The Hidden Wilderness and the Moon Map, which landed on 8/26/24. And then, have you seen today’s date? Oops. The most recent NEW paper that I turned in for your consideration was The Lady and the Unicorn on 8/19/24. I loved that one, by the way. Usually, I’m knocking papers out of the park left and right, researching and writing, updating, and presenting, what happened? Will it please you to note that typewriter ink flows through my blood and the clap, clap, clap of the sentences haven’t ceased, even if I haven’t gotten around to publishing anything?

Just recently, I launched Shelves of Shalom Publishing in partnership with Jennifer Hartz. It’s an imprint and the fictional wing of TUC Publishing. We are seeking out writers of fiction who share in SOS’s vision, which you can read about at the Submissions page. Getting that project off the ground inspired me to take up the pad and pen and try my hand at writing my own novel. But then, there is something else that you should know. This isn’t simply a novel. It’s my life’s work.

The book that has been materializing over the last two months was first started in November of 2000. That’s not a misprint. I make those from time to time, but this is not one of them. Twenty-zero-zero. It was one year before 9/11. I had just returned from working a chicken farm in Beit Jala, Israel, and was living in Yosemite National Park, working as a cabin cleaner at the Ahwahnee Hotel. My reason for going there was to be a writer and to live in solitude, which is why I spent nearly every evening plotting out a story with the working title, ‘Thomas Miller’s Wife.’

The story has gone through several massive revisions over the last quarter century, but here is the gist of it. Thomas Miller is a struggling writer living in the redwoods just north of San Francisco during the summer of love, 1967. After his wife is killed in a tragic accident with the man that she was having an affair with, Thomas sets out to discover the seedy world that she was secretly inhabiting. Repulsed at what he discovers, Thomas is quickly swept up in the counterculture revolution, surrounded by mysterious events and Controllers, the catch being that his wife never existed. The hidden life was his own. In killing off his wife’s character, the writer was attempting to recoil from his own subconscious and seek penitence. The irony is that he dies in a car accident, just as his wife had, and on the same stretch of road. The End.

It was while fleshing out the details of that book in Yosemite that I made regular day trips to San Francisco for research purposes, targeting Haight-Ashbury and the panhandle in particular. This was back in the wild west years of the Internet, and already, thirty years had been removed. The district had changed into an upscale neighborhood though the residue remained. Finding information on where Janis Joplin or the Grateful Dead or even Jim Jones lived (Charlie Manson was there too), or where Jefferson Airplane played, or where the Medical Free Clinic stood and the Human Be-In went down, not forgetting where Patty Hearst was held captive, wasn’t always easy but the quest of discovery became so much more invigorating as a result of my determination.

The book of course never got published. It wasn’t even written for that matter. It was simply researched and envisioned, and decades later, during my quest for Truth, blossomed into The Hidden Hand of Camelot and it’s follow-up, It’s Only Murder If They’re Dead. In short, the 1960’s was an Intel PSYOP. The murder of Sharon Tate at the hands of the Manson family was a hoax. Haight-Ashbury and the Medical Free Clinic was a CIA side-project. Many of the movers and shakers of that decade were spooks. And stunningly, the Thomas Miller character I was attempting to describe was MK-Ultra.

Nearly a decade later, in 2008 specifically, I began developing the novel again, and the character, this time under a new name, Joshua Chamberlain. He wasn’t a writer, and he wasn’t MK-Ultra, though his wife still left him for another. It was also developed as an ambitious series of poems on par with Beowulf or Dante. But then in 2012, after amassing a thousand poetic narratives intended to be patched together into a single song cycle, I made the decision to revert back to prose. The theme remained the same. Seeking spiritual Truth among the hidden world of moral depravity. And so, I began writing. Writing and writing. Hundreds, thousands of pages. The project grew into a several part series, all of which was scripted out, only to be abandoned in 2014 with the birth of my twin sons. It was picked up again in 2016, abandoned briefly, and then lifted again while living in France in 2019. Those never came to fruition.

A quarter of a century later and I am older, far more knowledgeable, and dare I say, wiser. I am taking everything that I have learned in my pursuit of Truth and stockpiling it into every line. This isn’t simply the story of spiritual Truth in the face of moral depravity, nor is MK-Ultra the big reveal. Those are a given. It is the story of preexistence and Soul Flames, of doppelgangers and duality. Of multiple dimensions, predestination, Mandela Effect tampering and time travel. It involves pop culture, spooks and Media hoaxes, as well as the Manson family, but also the reality of spiritual agents, both righteous and evil, pressing their fingerprints into the Newspaper print from behind the scenes. The Divine will be found here, including the feminine Divine, as well as the Marriage of Spirit vs that of fornication, which I have spoken on as of late. And lastly, the entire narrative is modeled upon the Creation week.

YAH willing, it will be done. This is where I find myself today. Pouring through old notes. Comparing ignorance with what I’ve learned, and what I got right from the beginning. Reworking old concepts. Picking up my life’s work. Massaging. Molding. Writing. Re-writing and then again re-writing.

It will be the first of a series, and I call it, ‘Stay Up All Night.’ 

Stay tuned.

Noel

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