Sukkot 

by Noel Joshua Hadley

THE last anyone thought to look at the time

it was seventeen minutes past midnight,

and so far as I can tell,

 

no one is eager to tether their silver chord

to the transistor radio of dreams.

 

The fire plays her usual duality game.

Flickering flames pursue shadows for dance partners,

illuminating numerous faces that I know.

 

Our drink is heavy according to Deuteronomy 14:26.

Someone christens the bottle ‘Chapter and Verse

as we pass it around—laughing merrily.

 

The sainthood pulsates in the firmament above us.

Even the Sea of Souls is faintly visible.

 

I silently imagine my prior life in the Highway of Milk,

particularly the fateful moment before the cup of forgetfulness

was passed around and Layla came looking for us.

 

My wife and I must have pinky swore

that we would locate each other

in the womb of the earth.

 

Someone finishes their inquiry into personal identity.

We sit in council considering his position

regarding the House of Israel

and its status as a first-born son.

 

Already, someone else can’t help themselves

but to invoke predestination.

 

Orange light exposes a pendulum swing of the eyes

but most of us are willing to hear him out.

 

I think of a name and tell my friends

to send the liquor their way.

 

It gets passed in a circle and returns void,

which only manages to add melancholy commentary

to the vacant chair at the family reunion.

 

As a kind reminder, we have a box of cigars,

conversation and wood bundles to last the week,

and an invitation for you to come.

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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