Is It Really the Jews? A Trail from Atlantis to the CIA.
In October 2024, Netflix released the second season of Ancient Apocalypse, and its host, Graham Hancock, hit the podcast circuit. Lex Fridman on the day the season dropped. Joe Rogan on the day after. Patrick Bet-David on the day following that. Two more shows two days after, and Andrew Schulz’s Flagrant in the same stretch that week.
All to promote the idea that Atlantis was not only real but could be dated well beyond the timeline of current archaeology.
Hancock is a British ex-journalist who once covered East Africa for The Economist. He has spent the last thirty years arguing that everything you were taught about history is wrong. His 1995 book Fingerprints of the Gods sold millions on one giant claim: an advanced civilization flourished during the Ice Age, died in a cataclysm around 12,800 years ago, and its survivors carried the knowledge to the people who built the pyramids in Egypt and the Americas. Mainstream archaeology despises him. The Society for American Archaeology wrote Netflix a letter demanding his show be reclassified as fiction after the first season. Netflix answered them with a second season, and the biggest press run alternative history has ever had.
If you watch or listen to podcasts, this looks like a promotional tour. However, things get a bit weird when you take a look into how that tour was booked. Let’s start by asking a few simple questions:
Are Hancock’s bookings as simple as an agent using industry connections to promote his client’s content?
Are there underlying agendas outside of simply trying to make money?
Is there any benefit to this one version of the lost-civilization story being heard outside of, again, the pursuit of profit?
Let’s start with the first question.
We can only look at what’s documented, because nobody has Hancock’s booking emails. Fortunately for us, the machine that runs tours like his is public knowledge with names attached. Three talent agencies, WME, CAA, and UTA, represent almost every big name on that circuit, hosts and guests alike. WME is run by Ari Emanuel, whose TKO Group also owns the UFC, where Joe Rogan works as a commentator. WME represents Tucker Carlson and the comedians in Rogan’s orbit. When one of those comedians releases a Netflix special, Andrew Schulz, one of the couches on Hancock’s tour, is the cleanest example: his agency books him a run across these same shows, in order, timed to the release. The same guests rotate through the Rogansphere and the Thiel-adjacent conspiracy podcasts (Shawn Ryan, Jesse Michels, Danny Jones) every few weeks. Under the disguise of entertainment is account management, the same operation that puts a movie star on five late-night couches the week his film opens.
And the rails under the agents have owners you can look up. Rogan’s deal sits on Spotify’s books, $250 million by the Wall Street Journal’s count. Spotify and China’s Tencent bought ten percent of each other in 2017. The clips live on YouTube, which is Alphabet. The series lives on Netflix. And three investment firms, BlackRock, Vanguard, and State Street, are together the largest shareholders in roughly nine of every ten big American companies, including every layer that tour passed through: the streamer, the platform, the video host. That’s not a theory. It’s in the SEC filings, and you can pull them yourself.
So, yes, an agent booked it. And the agent works inside a machine whose every floor has the same landlords. A one-week rollout is a routine product launch. It needed one thing to happen: a release date.
Now about those underlying agendas again…
Here’s the part money alone doesn’t explain. A lost civilization with no checkable dates threatens no bank, no agency, no index fund. It’s wonder, and wonder sells forever because it never arrives anywhere. It’s permitted rebellion. You’re allowed to question the past all day long, as loudly as you want, so long as the questioning never touches power.
To prove this point, all we have to do is take a look at the work of Jason Breshears, better known as Archaix. Jason is a researcher working in the same territory Hancock is: the lost civilizations, cataclysms, the ruins under the water. He has published more than seventeen books and over a thousand videos, built from a quarter million pages of source material and whose conclusions conflict with those of Hancock. His channel has 189,000 subscribers. The biggest video he has ever posted sits at 138,003 views. His recent uploads pull between six and thirty-four thousand. He sits for podcast after podcast: shows a tenth the size of Flagrant.
So why hasn’t Breshears’ alternative version of history gotten the same attention as Hancock?
For one, look at what Hancock’s story is built to survive: everything. A civilization erased so completely that its only traces can be left up to speculation can never be proven wrong, and allows for those in power to continue to shape the narrative around those controls. Breshears works the same ruins in the opposite direction. His chronology cites more than 1,400 ancient sources, king lists, cuneiform records, over forty calendar systems cross-synced against each other, every event pinned to a year, and the whole structure aimed at a future window where it publicly lives or dies.
One story cannot fail. The other names the day it can.
If merit alone ran the bookings, Breshears’ version of history gets the microphone. However, the machine handed it to the first.
Why?
In short, and to make this as simply put as possible, sorting math runs on every account, on every platform, every hour of every day. Whoever owns the platform you’re creating content on can shape that algorithm however they see fit. On these rails you can be independent, or you can be influential. Never both. If your content does not align with the owner of the platform, it will not be seen. Our best example of this gap can be seen thanks to Elon Musk open-sourcing the X’s ranking algorithm in March of 2023; the repo is still at github.com/twitter/the-algorithm.
So, why would the owners of the rails care which version of ancient history wins?
To explain that, I have to explain what Galam’s theory is. A French physicist named Serge Galam spent his career modeling how crowds change their minds, and his models show that a committed minority decides something, somewhere between ten and seventeen percent of a population; it drags the whole room with it. Once that line is crossed, it can’t be reversed. A story made of wonder builds an audience. A story with checkable dates builds a committed minority. Keeping the second kind under the line is worth more than any ad revenue, and the cheapest way to do it isn’t censorship. It’s substitution. Feed the hunger a version that can’t bite, and the audience that might have crossed the line stays busy wondering.
The tour money is a rounding error. The containment is the product.
Now let’s tie those two together and answer our final question: who does this benefit, really? And why would Breshears’ version of history need to be contained?
Hancock’s story does something specific to the person watching it. The repetition of hearing that a civilization far older and wiser than ours existed, died in a cataclysm, and handed its knowledge to the survivors teaches one reflex. When something obviously superior reveals itself, you defer to it without asking questions on its validity.
If that sounds familiar, it’s because that reflex is the foundation of the disclosure movement.
This is just another layer of our population being drilled to kneel before an arriving higher power, and being prepared for that specific arrival.
If that sounds familiar, it’s because that reflex is the foundation of religion.
See what’s happening here?
The beings who need that population primed are not aliens, or angels, demons, or whatever other title you want to give them.
They are people. Humans just like you and me. Well, not exactly like us. I hope you are not a power-hungry piece of shit who feels their worldview is superior and that anyone stopping the progress of that worldview is a detriment to the society they seek to maintain control over. Those people have an untraceable budget and have been engineering something since, at least, the Second World War. I can say this confidently because there is a paper trail a mile long.
It starts, the way most of the worst things do, as respectable science. In 1927, the United States Supreme Court ruled that a seventeen-year-old girl named Carrie Buck could be strapped down and sterilized against her will, because the state had decided she was unfit to breed. The ruling ended with the sentence “three generations of imbeciles are enough.” This was not a fringe idea. It was American law.
When the Nazis wrote their own sterilization law in 1933, they lifted it almost word for word from the American statutes already on the books. They just took it a step further. They built maternity homes to farm the bloodlines they wanted, a program called Lebensborn, and camps to erase the ones they didn’t. These programs sat right beside the ones that they built a weapons program, both sold as miracle science.
That same year, 1933, something stranger happened that none of us were taught in history class. The Nazi state and the Zionist Federation of Germany, two groups that supposedly wanted the opposite of each other, signed a deal called the Haavara Agreement. German Jews could escape to Palestine, but only if they turned their wealth into German exports on the way out. Two sworn enemies, walking the same people in the same direction, each for its own reasons.
At least it would seem, based on mainstream perception of the war itself. I’d rather look at what happens at its conclusion because this is where our story of eugenics, “wonder” weapons, and a strange agreement between the nazis and Jews all converge. It is also where our story of aliens and Atlantis converge.
The Nazis did not borrow the lost-civilization story. They were born out of it. The whole racial cosmology traces to one book, Helena Blavatsky’s The Secret Doctrine of 1888, which laid out a ladder of root races climbing up through the drowned continents, the Hyperboreans, the Lemurians, the Atlanteans, to the Aryan at the top. An Austrian occultist named Guido von List racialized her doctrine and invented the Armanen runes. A defrocked monk named Lanz von Liebenfels ran a magazine called Ostara preaching that Aryans were divine beings and everyone else the product of breeding with apes, and a young Hitler read it in Vienna. That current had a name, Ariosophy, and in 1918 it incubated a political lodge in Munich, the Thule Society, founded by Rudolf von Sebottendorff. On January 5, 1919, in the Thule’s own hotel, two of its men founded the party that became the Nazi Party. Dietrich Eckart, Rudolf Hess, and Alfred Rosenberg all came up through that room.
That party spent the next fourteen years clawing from a beer-hall fringe up to the German state itself, surviving a failed putsch in 1923 and winning the Chancellery in 1933, and rising with it the whole way was Heinrich Himmler.
On July 1, 1935 Himmler founded a research bureau called the Ahnenerbe, fifty departments whose stated mandate was to investigate the heritage of the Indo-Germanic peoples of nordic race. Its first president, Herman Wirth, pushed a Nordic-Atlantis thesis off a forged Frisian chronicle called the Oera Linda Book. Himmler’s personal seer, Karl Maria Wiligut, designed the SS runes and the twelve-spoke sun-wheel Himmler laid into the floor of his castle at Wewelsburg, a building raised by concentration-camp labor with more than a thousand dead. In 1938, Himmler sent the zoologist Ernst Schäfer to Tibet, where an anthropologist named Bruno Beger measured the skulls of some 376 people hunting the surviving cradle of the master race in the Himalayas. When the war was lost, a Chilean diplomat named Miguel Serrano carried the myth forward as “Esoteric Hitlerism,” relocating the vanished Aryan homeland to Antarctica and the Andes and recasting the survivors as something beyond human.
The shape of that story Himmler and the nazi occult sold resembles the one Hancock sells. A superior civilization, older and wiser than us, dies in a cataclysm and hands its blood and its knowledge down to the survivors. Change the accent, and that is Fingerprints of the Gods. The lost-civilization story and the master-race story are one story, and the Nazis were running it as a national charter eighty years before anyone filmed a Netflix special about it.
Moving forward to the “end” of the war gives us our best look at how the machine actually works by seeing who got punished and who did not. At Nuremberg, the world watched the disposable men of the Nazi party; the middle management were sent to the gallows on camera. They were, in essence, the court jews of the German Reich. You know, the Hofjude or der Graf’s Mensch, meaning the count’s man. For a few hundred years, most of the kings and dukes of Europe kept one, a Jewish man placed in charge of the royal money. He got rich and a seat near the throne, but the one thing he never got was safety. Safety only belongs to the ruler so long as they are not seen bleeding their own people. The problem is, a kingdom runs on the blood of its people, so the ruler has to put a man out front to be seen as the one who deserves to get punished. The court Jew’s job is never to hold the power. The job was to hold the blame.
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Just transition the idea of a court jew to middle management or any other form of scapegoat, and you now see how the machine works, using the masks of religion and race; it doesn’t matter. Name your social issue, and it works this way.
That’s the show.
Behind it, the men who actually matter walk free.
Hitler, Himmler, and Goebbels pulled the Epstein card before Jeffrey made it popular.
The nazi scientists behind these eugenics and “wonder” weapon programs went to America under Operation Paperclip. Roughly sixteen hundred of them had their records scrubbed clean. Wernher von Braun, who built the V-2 rockets that killed thousands using concentration-camp slave labor, was installed at what became NASA and handed the Saturn V that put America on the Moon. The ideological men, the true-believer SS, went south through escape routes run out of the Vatican by an Austrian bishop, Alois Hudal, and a Croatian priest, Krunoslav Draganović. These men ended up in South America on Red Cross passports. Adolf Eichmann, who ran the logistics of the Holocaust, reached Argentina in 1950. Klaus Barbie, the Butcher of Lyon, reached Bolivia, and the CIA put him on its payroll. Reinhard Gehlen ran Hitler’s military intelligence against the Soviets, which meant that in 1945 he personally owned the only working spy networks inside the USSR, at the exact moment America suddenly needed them. He surrendered with his files buried in the Bavarian Alps, offered the Americans the whole apparatus, agents and archives, and they bought it. His outfit, the Gehlen Organization, ran on US money from 1946, fed Washington its entire early picture of the Soviet threat, and in 1949 was folded into the agency America had just created to fight that threat: the CIA. Allen Dulles, the OSS officer who had already spent 1945 cutting secret surrender deals with the SS, would go on to run that CIA as its director. The Nazi intelligence state was not defeated. It was hired.
The same apparatus, in the same handful of years, built a country to go with the agency. On November 29, 1947, the United Nations voted to partition Palestine and create a Jewish state. The weapons for the war that followed had been moving since July 1, 1945, when David Ben-Gurion sat down in the Manhattan apartment of an industrialist named Rudolf Sonneborn and pulled eighteen of the wealthiest men in America into what became the Sonneborn Institute, a private arms-smuggling operation that shipped materiel to the Haganah under the label Materials for Palestine, with Meyer Lansky’s dockworkers making sure the crates were never opened. Israel was declared in May 1948. Line the dates up, and the whole new body of the machine was grown inside thirty-six months: the CIA in 1947, the Roswell incident in the summer of 1947, and Israel in 1948.
Start with Roswell, because in 2011, an investigative journalist named Annie Jacobsen told us the truth and dressed it as science fiction, in her book Area 51. On the word of a former EG&G engineer named Al O’Donnell, she wrote that the thing that crashed was no saucer and the small bodies were no aliens. They were children, surgically altered to look unearthly, flown in on a Soviet disc to spark a War-of-the-Worlds panic. The specific story falls apart; the debris was a classified balloon array called Project Mogul, but the shape underneath it does not. What the secrecy was always hiding was not a visitor. It was humans, experimenting on those they deem less important and doing so in the name of science and the pursuit of an evolved human. The same Operation Paperclip that put von Braun inside NASA brought over Hubertus Strughold, the “father of space medicine,” who as chief of aviation medicine for Göring’s Air Ministry had taken six epileptic children from the Brandenburg euthanasia center and sealed them in vacuum chambers to watch them seize. In America he was handed the job of designing the life-support systems that kept the Apollo astronauts alive. Josef Mengele ran his lethal twin-genetics experiments at Auschwitz under a respectable professor, Otmar von Verschuer, at the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute, and that intellectual capital crossed the ocean with the rockets.
So picture what you’re told Grey aliens look like and let me ask you a question: Am I describing a being from another star or a genetically modified human?
Small hairless body, the wasted limbs, huge black eyes. If you were to genetically modify a human to live in space, what would it need? Muscle and bone would go to nothing with no gravity to push against. The eyes would grow wide to work in the dark. It is the other side of the same design the SS chased on the ground with Lebensborn, the master race and the modified worker as two ends of one program. The tall Nordic space brothers of the old contactee stories and the little Grey both walked out of a laboratory, not off a starship.
So how do you make people believe it?
Through the 1950s and 60s, the CIA ran MKUltra. I want to focus on one arm of it, Subproject 119, paid for work by Drs. Mary Brazier and Ross Adey at the UCLA Brain Research Institute; a memo dated August 17, 1960, titled it “techniques of activation of the human organism by remote electronic means.” In layman’s terms, it’s the government paying to manufacture the exact sensations needed to trigger the response a person would later swear an alien had placed in their head. A researcher named Allan Frey had already shown in 1962 that a pulsed microwave could make a person hear clicks that were not there, and by 1975 the Army was pushing single words into a subject’s skull at Walter Reed.
There’s also the case of Albuquerque physicist Paul Bennewitz, who began intercepting signals he believed came from an alien base under Dulce. It was later revealed that Air Force intelligence, through an agent named Richard Doty, spent years feeding him forged documents about a secret UFO panel called Majestic 12 until he broke down, while the real classified work went on at Kirtland Air Force Base next door. The alien was never the secret. The alien was the mask being worn by the machine to keep from being seen.
In 1980, two Army officers wrote the method into doctrine. Its argument: kinetic war is obsolete, you target consciousness directly, a government’s own people are a legitimate front, and electromagnetic and psychotronic tools, ELF and infrasound, do the pushing. Those two officers were no strangers to psychological warfare; Lieutenant Colonel Michael Aquino was a Green Beret psychological-operations officer with a top-secret clearance. He also founded a Satanic church in 1975 and, in 1982, performed an occult ritual inside Himmler’s own Wewelsburg.
I’m sure that’s just coincidence.
Turning that machinery on Americans was a federal crime until 2012, when Congress passed the Smith-Mundt Modernization Act and quietly repealed the ban… which leads me to the second name attached to the MindWar doctrine, Colonel Paul Vallely. The retired Commander of the 7th PSYOP Group later became a Fox News regular and a board member of Charlie Kirk’s Turning Point. He wrote a paper titled From PSYOP to MindWar.
This leads us to General Michael Flynn, an ex-director of the Defense Intelligence Agency. Flynn co-wrote a civilian field manual for fifth-generation warfare in 2022, and told his online following they were digital soldiers. The battlefield MindWar named is the inside of your own head, and the population it marked as the target now fights there for free, while the machine runs underneath unchecked.
It was never aliens. It was us, the whole time.
Now walk it back to the tour that opened this, because it is the same machine. Hancock’s press run was booked through WME, and WME is run by Ari Emanuel. Look at the family. The father, Benjamin, ran with the Irgun, the armed wing of Revisionist Zionism, whose founder Vladimir Jabotinsky wrote the “Iron Wall” doctrine: a people survives only through permanent, overwhelming force. That is not a dead idea. Jabotinsky’s personal secretary was a man named Benzion Netanyahu, who handed the same doctrine to his son Benjamin, the current prime minister of Israel. The ideology behind the agent booking Graham Hancock and the ideology behind the Israeli state are the same, as is the same American Military Industrial Complex and the nazi party that helped shape them all. The three Emanuel brothers took a domain each. Rahm in politics as a finance director, then Bill Clinton’s chief of staff, then Obama’s, then mayor of Chicago, and eventually a Presidential run (2028?). Ezekiel wrote healthcare policy, and Ari runs the spectacle.
The “disclosure” President is no stranger to this world, himself. There is a reason he is front and center. Trump himself is a product of this machine. His real teacher was Roy Cohn. Cohn had been Joe McCarthy’s top lawyer during the anti-communist purges. He moved easily between mafia bosses and government officials. He kept blackmail files that originally came from J. Edgar Hoover. From 1973 until he died in 1986, Cohn personally showed Trump how power actually works in that world.
This kind of operation is much older than Trump. During the Cold War, NATO created secret stay-behind networks across Europe. They were called Gladio. Their official job was to fight behind enemy lines if the Soviets ever invaded. In practice, some people connected to these networks carried out bombings in Italy and blamed them on left-wing groups. One bomb went off at a bank in Milan’s Piazza Fontana in 1969 and killed 17 people. Another exploded at the Bologna train station in 1980 and killed 85. The idea was to scare regular citizens so they would demand the government crack down on the left. An Italian judge named Felice Casson exposed the links in 1990. Former Prime Minister Giulio Andreotti later confirmed to parliament that the networks existed.
This was the old-school version of using fear, deception, and hidden networks to shape what people believe and do. The money side worked the same way. A quick look at Epstein’s life and death further proves my point. Federal prosecutor Alex Acosta said he was told to back off Epstein because Epstein belonged to intelligence. Epstein’s money came from a small circle of very rich men known as the Mega Group. Key names included Les Wexner and Charles Bronfman. Robert Maxwell was part of the same circle. He was a big media owner who was widely reported to work for Israeli intelligence. He helped move a powerful surveillance program called PROMIS into governments around the world. PROMIS had been stolen from a small company called Inslaw and was then altered so it could secretly track people. Maxwell died in 1991 after falling off his yacht, the Lady Ghislaine. His daughter Ghislaine took over running that side of the operation. A journalist named Danny Casolaro was investigating all these overlapping networks. He called the whole thing “the Octopus.” He was found dead in a hotel room in 1991 while he was still working on the story.
So line all of this up one more time, ask who benefits from promoting Hancock’s Atlantis narrative?
Is it simply the Jews? Or is that another mask worn by the people writing themselves out of the rules they enforce on everyone else?
Why do they need us looking up at the sky? Or sideways at your neighbor?
To prevent you from looking at them.
That is why Graham Hancock gets booked on the biggest shows in the world, and it’s why you, Jason, can’t get them to answer you back, let alone debate you on the subject.
You asked the question here: https://x.com/archaix138/status/2070204363919044728?s=20
This is part of the response I was hoping to give in that chat we were going to have in the Underground. I still hope to have it.
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