Alright then ladies and hermaphrodites, today we are going to leverage my role as a forensic historian to investigate something in the world of current events… indeed something so current that we could claim to be witness to - on this day of Destiny January 21st 2025 - solution to both the long standing mystery of the Resolute Desk in the White House and the solution to the so-called White House Curse. An X Factor which has affected almost every president elected in a 20-year & which is alleged to have ended in 1960 with the death of John F Kennedy. But today we will start the disclosure of why that apparent ending to the curse was not any such thing.
So in a nutshell what the mystery of the HMS Resolute involves is a matter which which starts with a ship stuck in arctic ice but that ship is not the Resolute yet. Because the HMS Resolute was a British flagged ship sent out in search of survivors from the two ships which indeed stuck in the arctic ice from which apparently there were no survivors; the happy part of the story of the HMS Resolute is that there were!
Unhappy part of the story of the HMS Resolute is that after the crew were successfully evacuated the ship was left abandoned in the ice…. and from there our mystery begins. Because instead of like its sister ships The Terror and Erebus of the FRANKLIN EXPEDITION, ending up sunk beneath the arctic waters, HMS Resolute manages to somehow free itself in the extremely short time in which open water would have created some kind of channel for it to find its own way unmanned through a nest of perilous iceberg-invested temporary passages on a journey of hundreds of miles to the east where it is found in picked up by an American whaling ship.
A classic ghost ship story, yes?
Wait, what? you say - what’s so unhappy bout that? Well… it’s a longish story - about a ‘desk’ … Presidents… and some ‘curse’ which a couple of red men are claimed to have been responsible for. We got into the story during the ‘eclipse’ episodes here last spring -
A tale of TWO BROTHERS - twice told
but I’ve not been particularly diligent in following up. Until now… when suddenly the story has landed right in my lap - and the pieces of the puzzle start to fling themselves towards me! The story which requires my faculties as a forensic historian to uncover is paradoxically a ‘this just in story’ with which I began my day in amazement reading.
Indeed something so current in the public consciousness has come up that I’ve temporarily changed my costume from that of the intrepid Augustin Dupin,
suave and cerebral C19th Parisian ‘detective,’ to that of my character Mike Nomad
- reporter Steve Roper’s rough n tumble sidekick from the Golden era of comics.
Only a melding of those two personas and time frames = the suave and cerebral crime investigator of 19th century Parisian fame and the blunt in your face Mike can win the day. You see , as soon as I read the farcical news story about puppet President Donald Trump opening the desk in his new
White House digs I knew that at last time had come for yours truly - quite possibly the world's most forbidden journalist, shut out of publishing for more than 10 years due to an obstinate unwillingness to take any side in the dialectical circus which is the modern medias dictate and abet.
Without such agreement, to become willing mouthpiece for one side or other of the money powers dissimulative organ grinding exercise there is simply no outlet which will find your material acceptable. None. Having finally learned and taken that lesson to heart I gave up trying to make further inroads into modern medias and have contented myself in the meanwhile with making jocular comments from time to time in places where they can be enjoyed in that spirit.
But certain affairs of recent time have re-sparked the hunger inside which I cannot deny still lives no matter the battering received previously for daring to pick up and hold the torch of old school journalism. Without further ado, coming to you live from a post-western WHORLD in the making…. this is the original… the only… ROGUE FACTION.
Let’s do this thing
Queen Victoria had a total of three tables built from the timbers of HMS Resolute, of which the desk given to President Hayes was one. It came to known as the RESOLUTE DESK, and has been in use up to the present time, starting with President Rutherford B Hayes, in 1880.
HMS Resolute was a British Royal Navy ship found in 1854, abandoned and adrift, off the coast of Baffin Island in the Canadian Arctic. She had originally been sent to find the remains of another lost expedition – that of Sir John Franklin's, to locate the then-frozen Northwest Passage – but met a similar fate. HMS Resolute had become lodged in an ice floe and abandoned by the crew, of whom no trace was ever found.
An eerie scene met those who had discovered the ghostly ship in 1855; the captain's cabin remained undisturbed with a teapot, bible and glasses full of liquor on the desk. A British Flag had been left draped over the chair of the ship's commander, Captain Kellett. HMS Resolute was eventually retrieved and retired in 1879. Her timbers were used to construct the Resolute desk, which has been used by almost every American president in the Oval Office since the 19th century.
Let’s have a look at this ‘astrologically-oriented’ post from BEFORE 911
Since 1842, every twenty years when the planets Jupiter and Saturn conjunct in the heavens, the US President at that time has died in office before his role as president would have naturally terminated, with one exception. President Ronald Reagan who was shot in an assassination attempt but survived. Some people believe that Ronald Reagan broke the curse. Time will tell. The next conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn will happen in May 2000. This will still be during the presidency of Bill Clinton. If he manages to complete his term and retire without incident the cycle will be broken.
Jupiter in astrology represents expansion and new opportunities. It is the planet of good fortune and liberalism. It also represents principles and morals. It is the planet of wisdom.
Saturn in astrology represent law and order, the system or government, and those in authority. It also represents conservatism and restriction. Saturn is the planet of limitation and restraint. It symbolizes the need for preparation and the basic rule of karma: You get what you’ve got coming to you.
Nice context - brings us up to the moment when CURIOUS GEORGE GET THE NOD..and the curse can be called ‘broken!’ But let’s look at HOO used the desk IN THE OVAL OFFICE…
and hoo did not!
Lyndon Johnson was “too big for the desk” it was claimed so he used a bigger, plainer desk. Nice Alibi. Nixon and Ford did not use it, but Jimmy Carter brought it back to the Oval Office. And Carter was up for re-election in 1970… but -
let’s say we stop here. And wait for PART TWO.
Below is the ONE YEAR REPRISE & LOOK BACK I’d been working on in desultory fashion. Suddenly, the FRANKLIN TRIP looms into the foreground again… with the RESOLUTE DESK MYSTERY about to connect events from long before… to those of the current moment! So I’ve tacked today’s story onto this older post, because otherwise I’d probably have never finished it!
A week or so ago I noticed that one year had passed since I’d started up this particular iteration of my ‘substack’ period. It was late December 2023 that I’d finally summoned up the energy to put together something on the FRANKLIN MYSTERY, a longstanding fascination of mine going back to adolescence.
That exercise was more or less completed within a month or so, but in the course of it’s getting gradually sketched out, I’d realized that the occult overtones of the affair were so strong - and relevant to some geopolitical themes I’d focused upon several years ago, that I needed to expand beyond the actual historical narrative it concerned. Ergo the RUSYN -REBELLION OF TIME - stack, which had already been created, but was lying dormant after I’d done another of my periodic ‘purges’ - where the output of a year or more gets suddenly dumped due to some inner impulse or rage.
Back in the middle part of the decade previous, I’d been reporting on a series of ‘financial’ crimes/scandals - now mostly forgotten - which at the time drew in protagonists/suspects from Iran to Wall Street - with many a ‘middle eastern’ stop in between. Getting beyond the ‘mainstream’ narrative about those events, to where the truth lay, brought about my adopting the metier of E A Poe’s “fictional” detective C Augustin Dupin; this was in response to having noticed a ‘metahistorical’ element to things I was investigating. Poe had felt the need to establish a very different method of ‘investigating’ the world than that familiar to his contemporaries… as he jumped back and forth between his ‘fictionalist’ and ‘journalist’ avatars.
And very much the reason for this new investigative method of ‘ratiocination’ was the frisson Poe felt in his own life between the ‘supernatural’ element and the world of ‘logic.’ As illustrated in the story Murder in the Rue Morgue, Parisian police fail to get to grips with the source of the crime, because they are unable to ‘think outside the box’ as we moderns would have it,’ or in the terminology of his own day - use the faculty of intuition to ‘see’ what lies beyond the mere appearance of things.
The term ‘metahistorical’ implies a grouping of timelines which may intersect with or run independently of the one we are in. When Poe faced a conflict between his adherence to the timeline paradigm that ‘journalism’ in his era required and the more fluid one which his ‘fictional’ stories drew upon, the resolution would be found in an uncanny ‘prophetic’ faculty which proved to be another - if lesser known - of his many talents.
The present site’s activity was more or less truncated by mine hitting the road again, as I’d done in the spring of 2023, in another “Quest” adventure which would take me back to the Balkans, and parts of south eastern Europe I hadn’t explored before. Since, for me, traveling and writing don’t seem to mix well, once again this space fell into dormancy, punctuated by a few desultory additions to the previous themes of ‘eclipses,’ ‘epsteins,’ and ‘xenotransplantationists’ - a ‘trifecta of terror’ which has only now started to coalesce in my brain as a workable melange to plunge back into writing about.
But since it will likely be NO TIME SOON that I manage to pick up those threads… in the meanwhile let’s stay with the current crap …
CJ Bjerkne’s analysis of what’s ‘behind’ the Hinduization of Silicon Valley -
https://rumble.com/v66315a-kabbalah-of-the-hindu-agenda-and-agents-of-the-weaponization-of-ai.-christo.html
and then… a lil ‘teaser’ with regards to the man ‘one heartbeat away’ from the WH… a ‘never Trimper’ who’s Indian born wife worn this snakeskin dress in recent event…
as if to give us a clue as to her affinities and those of her Peter Thiel-sponsored husband.
PRESIDENT IN WAITING?
Only ‘the Curse’ Knows!
Here’s a much more sedate picture = of the Resolute and it’s sister ship wintering in the arctic ice pack.
GHOST SHIP ………………….GHOST PRESIDENT? ALREADY AN “AI DEEP FAKE?”
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