The Unexpected Cosmology By Noel Joshua Hadley
Part 1: The Hoax
Annexing Jerusalem
THEY CALLED it the Green Line due to the color of ink used to draw boundary markers on the map, thereby dividing the land between Israel and its neighbors while the armistice talks were going down. On June 7, 1967, Israeli forces advanced beyond the 1949 Armistice Agreement border, taking both Jerusalem and the City of David. Shlomo Goren, chief Rabbi of the Israeli Defense Forces, advanced upon the Western Wall, and eventually the Temple Mount, leading his soldiers in exuberant religious exaltations. Within days, some 200,000 Jews flocked to the Western Wall in what was described as the first mass Jewish pilgrimage to the Mount since the destruction of the Temple in 70 AD.
The question you will be asking yourself before this is over is why Goren chose the Temple Mount rather than Mount Zion, by which Zionism gathers its name. At the risk of ruining the ending, I’ll give you the answer. Because the Temple Mount is a Roman fort and not the location of Solomon’s Temple. You see, even Zionism is a slave of Rome. Also, even at the foot of the mountain, Ba’al received his worshiped.
Oh, and another thing. All we are ever given is the illusion of choice. Rome is playing both sides. Follow along. The Wikipedia claims of Goren’s victory procession: “Islamic authorities did not disturb Goren when he went to pray on the Mount until, on the Ninth Day of Av, he brought 50 followers and introduced both a shofar, and a portable ark to pray, an innovation which alarmed the Waqf authorities and led to a deterioration of relations between the Muslim authorities and the Israeli government.”
Rather than claiming the Temple Mount as their own, once and for all, the then Prime Minister of Israel, Levi Eshkel, simply gave control of the Temple Mount over to the Jerusalem Islamic Waqf rather than the military. And that is because Zionism will only succeed in a world without shalom.
The Austrian Connection
WE WERE in Austria, just south of Munich. It was Sabbath. I had only recently fallen into a Venice canal and was still recovering from that emotional boo-boo, but that’s an entirely different incident. We were reading our Torah portions as a family and listening to commentary, with a spectacular view of the Alps to engage us, and it suddenly occurred to me that the commentator did not believe the first and second temples of Solomon or Herod had ever sat upon the Temple Mount. This intrigued me. Namely, because I have been to Jerusalem on multiple occasions and the Wailing Wall never sat right with my ruach. Therefore, I have never once journeyed upon the Mount. I can tell you now, it had something to do with Yahusha’s words and believing that every stone of the temple in Jerusalem was literally thrown down. But we’re also dealing with days past, when cognitive dissonance got the better of me. Nowadays, I hone into the soft whispers of the soul like a screaming tornado siren.
The commentator said something about Fort Antonia, which I’d undoubtedly heard about before but never in this context. Also, the City of David, the threshing floor, Zion, the first book of Maccabees, and some guy named Bob Cornuke. Those were my only clues to start with. As a writer, I rarely go anywhere without my leather notebook, even if it’s from the bed to the toilet or the fridge. So, I scribbled down whatever information he offered and then kept my pen suspended directly above the page, hoping something else might come along. My wife sat by my side, listening intently to everything that was being suggested while simultaneously—and rather energetically—falling into vociferous agreement, as if he were speaking to us in the same room rather than our computer screen.
“Uh-huh! That’s right! Fake! It’s totally fake! Yup! Mm-hmm! Absolutely! It’s an imposter! Uh, so true!”
I consider my wife a research partner, which is wonderful, except for moments like these, when she turned with an extra helping of spousal disgust, particularly due to the fact that I was scribbling notes down, and said: “What, you didn’t know that already?”
Bob Cornuke sounded like the sort of informant I should be listening to. I was able to track down a video interview with Chuck Missler, but I really despise researching weighty matters through video, and what I did watch helped little. Not much else of his was coming up online. I needed words. Cornuke had written a book some years back, probably about the time of his Missler interview. It’s called Temple. But we were living in the European Union and Temple was not available for sale in any of her countries. That was a huge red flag. I knew I was onto something. It also meant I’d be inquiring for further information on my own. Thus, I began my investigation.
And this is what I found…
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