The Rocket: Or Why History Is Written by Ray Bradbury and Not You (a Short Review)

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Noel Joshua Hadley

The Toolbox: Famous Writers Shirtless: Ray Bradbury.

“What the space age was seeking all along was not so much an expansion of physical space as an expansion of the mind”

Marina Benjamin

 

 

TO the victor belongs the empty pad and the pen, but you knew that already. You may have even been one of the few lucky souls to have read this paper before. I wrote it years ago, when I was still in my young thirties, trying to figure things out—things like LSD’s part in space flight and the cognitive concurrence of geocentricism—and showed very few gray hairs for experience, which makes it one of my deep tracks. You’re back. How did you know I had new material to offer? Jinx. That’s right. I dug into Ray Bradbury’s genealogy. And guess what? He’s a Cain.

The tip off came while writing my paper on Lucille Ball. You may recall that her 9th great-grandmother was none other than Rachel Vinson. Vinson was accused of being a witch at Salem. The next bit of news is that Humphrey Bogart is the 6th great-grandson of Ann Pudeator. Salem again. Executed. And finally, Walt Disney is the 6th great-grandson of Salem Reverend George Burroughs. Executed. That tells us that Ray Bradbury is a somebody. A great somebody in Cain thinking.

I found 11 Magna Carta Sureties in his direct lineage. What that means is, he’s no Bush. He’s related to Bush, and most certainly is in that sense very much a Bush. But 11 Magna Carta sureties is impressive all the same. Like Marilyn Monroe and various others, Bradbury is the result of husbandry. His 21st great-grandfathers include John de Lacy, Gilbert de Clare, Robert de Ros, and William de Mowbray. Then we come to his 22nd great-grandfathers. There’s five of them. Hugh le Bigod, William d’Aubeney, Richard de Clare, Saher de Quincy, and Robert de Vere. And as for his 23rd great-grandfathers. Roger le Bigod and Henry de Bohun.

The usual suspects continue from there. 20th great-grandfather King Edward I of England. 20th great-grandfather King Henry III of England. 24th great-grandfather King Louis VI of France. 25th great-grandfather William the Conqueror. 30th great-grandfather King Robert I of France. 32nd great-grandfather Alfred the Great, King of the Anglo-Saxons. 34th great-grandfather, Charlemagne, King of the Franks.

Hopefully, you know the drill by now. Bradbury is royal. He’s the jerk that gets to kiss Snow White at the end of the movie and bring her back to life—not you. If you happen to be a member of the Woke crowd and demand to know why Prince Royal-Blood kissed the girl when it wasn’t consensual, she was dead, okay? You can wait around until her bones rot, but she’ll never give her consent if she’s already dead. It was the kiss that saved her. If you take issue with that, then perhaps you haven’t been kissed quite right. My apologies. Now that I got that off of my chest, another attribute to being a son of Cain is that you also get the book deals, if that’s your thing. But even more-so, you’ll write that sort of literature that is required reading in Illuminati indoctrination centers. Speaking of which, let’s get back to the original paper. That is all for now.

Let’s start again from the beginning. I’ve severely edited it down, so as to keep it short.

 

 

The Toolbox: Famous Writers Shirtless: Ray Bradbury.

 

 

TO the victor belongs the empty pad and the pen. The author of such a notebook writes not merely in the realm of history, as Winston Churchill once so brazenly yet truthfully proclaimed. He writes future fantasy as well. Yet what might happen if—as a result of our indiscretion—just what if our long-promised transcendence into the infinite cosmos simply proved to be another imaginative flight of fancy? According to Ray Bradbury, that writer would fake it, naturally. And what makes a better agent of indoctrination for any governing body than the television?

THE ILLUSTRATED MAN | Ray Bradbury | First editionSuch was the case for poor Fiorello Bodoni, small-time junkyard owner, big time dreamer. Star gazing hobbyist mainly, particularly where his admiration for distant planets was concerned. He so desperately wanted to visit them, and so he needed a flying contraption to transport him there. What does such a schemer do? He spends his life-savings on a mock-up rocket rather than contributing to the well-fare of his family. He secretly spends his nights constructing a theater for its interior, complete with color film, mirrors, and screens. And having convinced his children that this is indeed a very real space vehicle capable of transporting them to another planet, they excitedly take part in it—much to their mother’s initial disdain for such an idea. Her opinion changes however once her children return from the deception that carried them across the galaxy and back, what ended up being a two-day journey to nowhere—having never once actually left the ground. It is a deception, Bradbury assures us, in which they will happily “remember for always.”

First published in 1950, Ray Bradbury’s The Rocket arrived during the dawn of television, the computer, modern media, the Cold War, United Nations, Rothschild’s Israel, the Antarctica Treaty, and NASA. You may want to jot those down. I was in a library, kind of just meandering around, and looking. You know, seeking my next read. That’s when I first discovered The Illustrated Man, the collection of short stories where-in The Rocket was first contained. That was the year Bradbury died. 2012, for the record. It was buried in some obscure aisle, a well-preserved first copy—hardbound. How it wasn’t stolen, I cannot say. I only stumbled upon it, having fumbled my scissor-fingers recklessly across the back spine of random books. I guess you could say they tripped upon it.

If I fondly recall sliding The Illustrated Man out from its contemporaries—specifically now that I’ve dunked that Copernican nonsense in the garbage—it’s because the thought first occurred to me that Science and science-fiction are intermingled. There is no severing the two apart. Some will believe a lie by the will of our administrators, if only so that science can be lived out.

Ray Bradbury taught me that.

Noel

 

Remembering the Man on the Moon: The Passing of Neil Armstrong

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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