Tea Time with Rivqah and Teddy

Noel Joshua Hadley Poetry | Poetry

Tea Time with Rivqah and Teddy

by Noel Joshua Hadley

ANY minute now,

my three-year-old daughter

will announce from her end of the hallway,

Daddy, TEA TIME!”

 

And I am telling you now,

I will drop what I am doing, stopping everything

the very moment she calls my name in order to make it happen,

leaving my work unfinished if need be.

 

The tasty donut and the pastries

which she typically offers are fabrics of felt,

and the fruit salad is plastic.

 

The tea cup is emptied of everything

but the conversation which is certain to fill it.

It is a mandala, I will remind her, measured only

by the limitations we bring.

 

Ahhhh, I am likely to exhale after my first sip,

noting my entry into a macrocosm within a microcosm

and the delightful labyrinth of spiritual expansion

which is certain to await us.

 

It tastes like a rose window, I will further explain,

adding, “Fill me up another cup of that gothic architecture.”

 

Captain Buttons and Teddy are expected to attend.

After a measure of small talk, I am thinking of inquiring

about their church denomination.

 

What is their preferred model of the Trinity?

Are they modelists or do they lean in favor of the Arian heresy,

and if so, what do they make of the Catholic propaganda

aimed against the Waldensians

and the Cathars?

 

If that does not interest the table panel

then I will most certainly serenade them with a story

regarding Rivqah’s delivery from the womb of her earthly Mother

into the womb of Mother Earth.

 

Holding a pre-existent daughter in my arms

on the day of her birth, a burning gnosis washed over me.

I looked to my wife, still recovering from delivery,

and offered a confession.

 

A Love, unknowable and unwritten underneath the firmament

since primordial pre-Adamic times, has offered me

a noted exception to the rule—Experience.

 

In vulgar terms I told her,

There is another woman in my life now.

 

Captain Buttons is a neophyte in all of this,

uncharacterized by the anticipated stains

which will color his amigurumi crochetwork,

but Teddy was there for it.

 

On his part, Teddy witnessed Rivqah slip into the birthing pool.

He can give personal testimony to the umbilical cord

uncoiling behind her if it comes down to it,

but I am still uncertain if we agree

on the origin of the sexes.

 

One derives from the earth,

the other from heaven.

 

I am even prepared to get into a theological debate if need be.

After our third cup of tea I may feel inclined

to challenge Captain Buttons and Teddy’s

knowledge of the Divine.

 

The purpose of Man is to inspire woman

to reach down from heaven and become Woman,

whereas Woman is intended to inspire man

to reach heavenward and become Man.

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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