The Asteroid Behind the Bible's Most Famous Disaster

In December 2024, a telescope spotted a rock the size of a 20-story building heading our way. Its odds of heading Earth were higher than any asteroid in 20 years than the math changed and the threat passed this time. We weren't the first to see a city killer coming, a tablet from a library in Iraq, a bronze disc buried on a German hillside, melted pottery from the Dead Sea, three different objects from three different countries describing the same event. Every ancient civilization on Earth has a story about that morning. It's a story of the end of the world, and today we're going to read it off a piece of clay. Mist calls and slow follow ups are silent killers. That's how businesses lead money on the table without even realizing it, and that's why today's episode is brought to you by Quo, spelled Q-U-O, the business communication system built so you never miss a call. Here's what I love about this. Your entire team handles calls and texts from one shared number. 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Then a French console started pulling giant winged bulls out of mound in northern Mesopotamia. Paris went wild. The British Museum wanted a discovery of its own, and Austin Henry Laird thought he knew where to find one. The race for the lost city was on. Laird followed the clues. Ancient texts put Nineveh directly across the river from what's now Mosul. One mound fit, a massive hill on the east bank of the Tigris. In 1849 Laird recruited a crew and Doug, and Doug, and Doug. Then he hit stone. He expected a palace, but he broke into room after room full of clay tablets, stacked and shelved and catalogued, the largest library of the ancient world. It belonged to King Ashurbanapal, who wanted every piece of knowledge on earth under one roof. He sent scribes across the empire to copy anything they could find. Several texts, star charts, royal letters, 30,000 tablets, including the oldest version of the epic of Gilgamesh. We still have these documents because of King Ashurbanapal. King Ashurbanapal. Ashurbanapal. Ashurbanapal. Ashurbanapal. Ashurbanapal. So, Ashurbanapal paid the way for AI companies to steal all our data. I got it, go ahead. Ashurbanapal bragged about it in his own inscriptions in his own voice. He claimed he read texts written before the flood. Scholars filed that under royal trash talk. Then in 612 BC, none of his enemies burned the city to the ground. The fire should have destroyed everything, but it didn't. The clay tablets baked harder. The collapsed roof sealed the rooms. The library went underground for two and a half thousand years, preserved by the same disaster that was supposed to erase it. Layered shipped the tablets to London. Then the hard parts started. Kineha Form. The wedge-shaped writing of ancient Mesopotamia. That was a code nobody could fully read yet. One symbol could mean a single word, or a single sound, or a whole word, or a whole sentence. Scholars spent decades fighting over translations, publishing papers that flatly contradicted each other. Through all of it, one tablet sat in a drawer and waited. It was round, five and a half inches across, small enough to hold in one hand, and round was strange, because Kineha Form tablets are almost always rectangular. One side was blank. The other was divided into eight equal slices, like a pie. Each one packed with writing and little drawings, arrows, clusters of dots, a triangle, a spiral. The British Museum gave it a number, K-8538, and a name, the Nineveh Planesphere. A planesphere is a flat map of the night sky. The scholars who named it took a guess. They had no idea how close they were. Because every expert who tried to read it got a different answer. One called it an instrument for measuring stars. One spent 300 pages arguing it recorded a single night in 650 BC. One called it a message to the king about omens. They all agreed on exactly one thing. It was a text. They just argued about what it said. And the scribe who carved it into wet clay didn't understand it either. He copied it line for line from something 25 centuries older than he was. A text from before the flood. Exactly the kind of thing the king bragged he owned. The scribe was an expert on dead languages. By the time anyone could read this one. His language was dead too. A seriology is a closed world. It takes decades to learn. The writing the dead languages 3000 years of misopotamian history. The people who translate these tablets train their whole lives to do it. Rocket scientists are supposed to stay in their lane. Allen Bond and Mark Hempsel were rocket scientists. Bond designed spacecraft engines. Hempsel taught astronautics. Neither one read Guneiform. For years they were convinced that every translator for a century and a half had it backwards. The tablet wasn't a text at all. It was a map. The arrows and the clusters of dots were stars. Eight slices of sky in the exact positions of real constellations like Pisces and the Pleiades. Not a map of anywhere on earth, a map of the night above it. So Bond and Hempsel fed the star positions into planetarium software. The kind that can run the sky backward to any date in history. So they told the software to find the night where those constellations lined up. It came back with an answer, 31-23 BC. That was 2500 years earlier than anyone ever guessed. They assumed it was a mistake. So they ran it again, checked the constellations, checked the latitude. The answer kept coming back to the same, June 29th, 31-23 BC. Just before dawn, seen from southern Mesopotamia. Three of the eight slices showed ordinary sky. The other five showed what came next. Something crossed that sky. Bright enough to cast shadows. It's enough that the scribe had to draw it in stages as it moved. The tablet described a white stone wall, a disc, coming out of the giant part of the sky we call Pisces. Climbing to the northwest and crossing the horizon at an angle Bond and Hempsel could measure down to a fraction of a degree. Six degrees above the horizon. And that's where the math stops being abstract. An object that big, that low moving that fast, doesn't stop at the horizon, it keeps going. They drew the line on a map, northwest across Iraq, across Turkey, across the Balkans, 2000 miles, until the line ran straight into the side of the mountain. A valley in the Ushten Alps, a place called Kofels. And for 100 years, Kofels was a problem nobody can solve. You want to know what's wild? The same institutions printing money and growing the debt to 39 trillion dollars are also the ones telling you to keep your retirement in paper assets, stocks, bonds, dollars, assets that only hold value if you trust the system back in them. Meanwhile, the numbers are doing something different. Gold up around 35% this past year, silver up over 125%. 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That's goldencrestmetals.com/thewifiles or call 888-949-9172 for your 100% free info kit. [MUSIC PLAYING] A piece of mountain, the size of a small city. Three quarters of a cubic mile of rock came off the ridge in an outlined valley in a single event and dropped the peak by 600 feet. The slide ran three miles wide in 1,600 feet thick. The rock like that doesn't just fall. Something has to move it. An earthquake didn't fit because no fault runs through the area. A normal landslide didn't fit either. It was too big, it was too fast, and it was too hot. God, shadows. Who? I'm my first love. Chan is too big, too fast, too hot. Why are you going to bring her up? I didn't. Because one detail made Kofl's strange long before anyone said the word asteroid. The rock at the bottom of the slide was melted, not weather, not crushed, melted. Geologists call it frictionite, a glassy rock that forms when stone gets ground so fast that the friction turns it to liquid. Kofl says beds of the stuff, several feet thick. And the quartz crystals down the slide carry shock fractures, microscopic damage that only forms under the kind of pressure you find at a nuclear test site or confirmed impact crater. The same fingerprint turns up at Chikshui, where the rock that killed the dinosaurs hit and at meteor crater in Arizona. Heat, friction, chicks, and loob. Can we please stop talking about chitis? I would love nothing more. Here's what Bond and himself calculated it would take. An object, a kilometer wide, 2/3 of a mile, hit the air at 20 kilometers a second, 45,000 miles an hour. At six degrees, which was the angle of the tablet, it came in so shallow, it never cratered the ground. It skipped across the top of the atmosphere like a stone across a pond, crushing the air in front of it into a wall of plasma hotter than the surface of the sun. Anything alive under the track, every animal, every tree, everything from the Persian Gulf to the Alps watched a second sunrise climb into the wrong part of the sky. And when it finally broke apart right over co-fulls, it released more energy than every nuclear weapon on Earth going off at once. For comparison, in 1908, a rock about 160 feet across blew up over Siberia and flattened 800 square miles of forest. We call that Tunguska. The co-fulls object was 20 times wider. And energy scales with weight, not with. This thing carried thousands of Tunguskas. The column of vaporized rock punched straight up out of the valley. Then the jet stream caught it, and one hour later, the cloud stretched from Ireland to Moscow. The cloud went up 40 miles. To picture that, a passenger jet flies at about 7 miles up. The space shuttle comes home through the atmosphere at around 40. The co-fulls plume reached the same height, except it was made of vaporized rock and molten iron and air cooked into plasma. It climbed through the weather and into the edge of space. The largest hydrogen bomb ever built, the Soviet Tsar Bomba, sent its mushroom cloud to 40 miles, too. That's the scale we're talking about. But co-fulls was a stack of Tsar Bombas going off on top of the mountain. The plume sheared sideways and rode the jet stream east, and spread as it went, a column turning into a mushroom, turning into a sheet of blowing debris, the size of a cut. Inside it, it were pieces the blast didn't fully vaporize. Millimeter beads of molten iron and rock frozen into glass as they shot upward. Scientists call them tectites and spirals. That's what an impact leads behind. Tiny drops of cooked planet scattered downwind. The plume came down eventually. The fallout reached across Europe and into the Near East and it's still there. Archaeologists pull it out of the soil to this day. But here's the part that she gave you up at night. Co-fulls wasn't a free accident. Astronomers know where the rock came from. They call it the toured stream, the wreckage of a giant comet that broke apart in the inner solar system sometime in the last 20,000 years. The biggest surviving chunk is a comet four kilometers across that still loops the sun every three years. Everything else, the dust and gravel and rocks and the occasional mountain, runs in a long tube of debris that crosses Earth's orbit twice a year. Every year, for longer than our species has existed. Now, most of it is nothing. When the dust burns up over your house every Halloween, you call it the toured meteor shower and make a wish. I made a wish once. I wish that every time someone tapped my bowl, they became uncomfortably damp forever. Did it work? You dry, aren't you human? Man, that giant scene is so foolish. Now, every once in a while, a bigger piece gets through and we have proof. In 1975, Earth crossed a dense part of the stream and some of it hit the moon. The seismometers, the Apollo astronauts left on the surface picked up the strikes. Machines on the moon ringing as the swarm came through. The big pieces don't come every year. They come in clumps, thousands of years apart. The debris isn't spread out evenly. It orbits the sun seven times for every two trips Jupiter makes. And every so often, Jupiter's gravity gives it a tug and hurts the loose rock into dense knots. Picture a prospector swirling a pan until the gold collects in one spot. Earth doesn't cross those knots often. But when it does, cities burn. One of them sat on the shore of the Dead Sea. A city people told stories about for thousands of years. A city that, according to the Bible, got himself promised to destroy. And if you remember how the story ends, it doesn't end well. 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The Bible said Sodom and its sister city Gomorrah burned from the sky in a single morning in a rain of fire and sulfur that left the ground dead behind them. Ancient writers repeated the story. Medieval maps show the cities, but nobody ever found the ruins. And by the middle of the last century, archeologists quit looking. Sodom got filed next to Atlantis. A moral lesson, not a real place. But Stephen Collins didn't buy it. Deal Collins? Stephen. Yeah, man, that would have been awesome. In the air tonight is actually a story about asteroids falling out of the sky. Epic. Collins ran the-- It doesn't show, but the pain still grows. It's no stranger to you and me. Are you finished? Do, do, do, do, do, do, do. Now it's finished. Collins ran the archeology program at a small evangelical university in New Mexico. The mainstream field didn't treat him as one of their own. Evangelical Archaeologists dig to test it. the Bible, and that put him on the outside. But Collins was sure of two things. Sodom was real, and he knew where to look. That's enough. He spent ten years on the geography before he even picked up a shovel. The Bible put Sodom on the plain north of the Dead Sea, not south, where everyone before him searched. One site sat exactly where the text pointed, a bronze age mound in Jordan called Tall L. Hamam. And it was no village. In its day, this was the biggest city in the region, ten times the size of Jerusalem, and five times the size of Jericho. It's life ended all at once, in a single burned layer, around 1650 BC. So in 2005, he started to dig. 15 seasons, five feet of charcoal and ash. His team went in expecting a war. Army's bird cities, earthquakes flattened them. Volcanoes bury them. Those were the way a bronze age city died. What they pulled out of the ground didn't match any of them. They pulled out pottery that melted instead of breaking, glazed on one side and untouched on the other. Like somebody took a blow towards to one side of a piece of clay. They found mud brick with the outer face turned into glass, while the inside was still clay, and grain cooked to black dust right where it sat. Glass forms at about 3600 degrees Fahrenheit. Lava out of a volcano tops out at around 2200. Nothing on Earth's surface gets pottery that hot. Then they found the people. Two skulls lying on hands with a part, one with the eye socket crushed in, a skeleton in the throne room of the palace. Top half simply, come on, and the bottom half burned down to the bone. Cobblestone trusted. He set samples to lab after lab, and every lab sent back the same fingerprint, shocked quartz, the same fractured crystals from cofals, microscopic beads of molten ironing glass, diamond dust, formed in the first instant of a shockwave, and a layer of iridium in the soil. The same metal that proves that the dinosaurs went extinct because of an impact. The numbers pointed to an air burst, an explosion in the air instead of a crater in the ground. Something detonated about two and a half miles above the rooftops with a force of a thousand Hiroshima's. If you stood on the city while that morning, the flash came first, brighter than the sun. The air itself arrived a few seconds later, moving faster than the speed of sound. The dirt holds one more clue. The destruction layer is packed with salt. 4% on average. In some samples, a quarter of the soil is solved. The team's best explanation is the blast went off close enough to the Dead Sea to vaporize part of it, and what rained down on the fields was the sea itself. One of the strangest details in the Bible story is lots wife turning into a pillar of salt when she looked back. It's also the one detail that the soil proves. The salt poisoned everything, nothing grew. Across a 15-mile circle, 120 towns and villages went dark, and they stayed dark for 600 years. His team expected graves. They found something like Pompeii, 17 centuries before Pompeii happened. They found people frozen mid-step with their mouths open, hands up, caught in the half second before they died, and he can't help but wonder, in that moment, what did they say? Summer 1999. A forested hilltop in Eastern Germany. Two men with a metal detector got a signal and started digging. What came out of the ground was a bronze plate about the size of a dinner plate, crusted green, and heavy. Gold shapes were hammered into the face, a circle, a crescent, a tight cluster of seven dots. The men were looters. They had no idea what they had. They gouged up with the shovel getting it out, chipped the gold, and sold the whole thing the next day for 31,000 marks. Then the disk disappeared. For three years, it moved through the black market, dealer to dealer, and the price climbed toward a million. There was just one problem for whoever held it. On the German law, the disk belonged to the state, which meant every sale was a crime, which meant it could never surface in the open. The hottest object in the German underground couldn't be sold in Germany. But the authorities knew it was out there, so in 2002, they set a trap. A tip put the disk in Switzerland, and a meeting was arranged in the bar of the Basil Hotel. The state archaeologist played the buyer. The dealers put 3600 years of human history on a table next to the drinks, and he picked it up. He knew within seconds this thing was real. He also refused to let go of it, and while he held on, undercover police moved in around the table. That's how the oldest picture of the sky ever found, ended up in a museum, a sting operation. Cleaned and restored, the disk shows a night sky in gold and dark bronze, a full sun or moon, a crescent, and a tight cluster of seven dots, the Pleiades. The same seven stars the scribe pressed into the clay at Nineveh. The gold came from Cornwall in England. The copper came from a single mine in the Austrian Alps, about 180 miles from Kofels, and along one edge runs a long curved golden ark. Most researchers read it as a boat carrying the sun across the night. Others read it as something else, a thing with a tail crossing the sky. The oldest map of the city on earth went into the ground within a few years of the morning that the cities of Sodom and Gamora burnt. Okay, what do we got? Everything I just told you from the tablet to the disk is a story as several research teams have published it. Bond and Hempsel's book on the planosphere calms us 15 years at Tal El Hamam, a 2021 paper in a major journal, arguing the city died in a blast from the sky. It's a hell of a story. That is it true. We'll start with the tablet. K-8-538 is real. It's in the British Museum right now. It's a Syrian and it really is round when almost nothing else in that collection is. What's in question is the translation. The professional accelerologists, the people who spent their lives on this, mostly don't buy Bond and Hempsel's reading. They see a ritual calendar about gods and constellations, not an eyewitness report. Bond and Hempsel read it the way engineers read data. Both readings fit the marks, but only one of them can be tested. Kofels is more solid. The melted rock is real. A mountain came down in one night, and the stone at the bottom melted. What's not settled is when, and why. The best dating we have puts the slide at around 7,500 BC, more than 4,000 years before the tablet's warning. And that's a serious problem for the impact theory. Plenty of geologists think a big and a landslide can make that rock melt all by itself. And some question the shocked courts as well. Worse case for the theory, the date splits the story in two. A mountain that fell in 7,500 BC, and a fireball over Mesopotamia in 3123 BC. The tablet loses the mountain, but the sky keeps its track record. Tall Elhamam is the hot worst. That 2021 paper got the most attention, and the most fires. Mark Boslow, a physicist at the University of New Mexico, who models airbursts for living, pulled apart the paper's Tunguska comparison and flagged excavation photos rotated to fit the blast story. The paper drew more than 180 challenges on a science watchdog site. In April 2025, the journal retracted it, and Boslow couldn't resist the Genesis joke gone the way out. "Oh, did he say they were living in a land of confusion?" "Really?" "It's a full college callback." "I know what it is." The title of his take down said the Sodom claim should be taken with a pillar of salt. That didn't end the fight though, it just moved it. One month later, the same team republished an expanded version somewhere else, with new data and a computer model of the blast. The team said a small group of scientists tried to shut down the conversation and failed. The catch is that the journal they moved to was founded by people who backed these same airburst ideas. So depending on who you ask, let's see there are brave team going around the gatekeepers, or a closed-loop publishing itself. A retraction doesn't mean the city wasn't destroyed, it means the first claim about how was destroyed didn't survive you. But here's the thing the critics can't wave away. Tall-L Hamam isn't the only one. 12,800 years ago, long before writing, a village on the Euphrates called Abu Rea burned the same way. The same melt glass, the same diamond dust, the same iron beads, temperatures passed 3600 degrees. Nobody retracted Abu Rea. The bigger idea belongs to a comet strike at the end of the last ice age, is one of the nastiest feuds in modern science, but the paper stands. So even if Tall-El-Humam falls apart tomorrow, the pattern doesn't fall with it. And then there's the disk. The honest answer is that nobody can read it. The comment reading is the minority view. Most researchers see a boat carrying the sun. The copper coming from a mine near coalfles might be a memory of a trade route, and people still fight over how old the thing even is. One camp says it's Bronze Age, another says it's a thousand years younger, but the disk is real when it remembers is up for grabs. So we don't get an answer, we just get an inventory. We know a scribe copied a tablet he couldn't read, and the library that held it burned, and the burning saved it. We know a mountain in Austria came down in one night, and the rock at the bottom melted. We know a village on the Euphrates cooked to glass. We know a city on the Dead Sea burned in the single warning, and stayed empty for as long as 600 years, and we know that nearly every ancient culture on Earth tells a story about the day the sky caught fire, the Samarians, and the Egyptians, the Greeks, and the Maya, and the Hopi, and the Aboriginal Australians. Maybe they're all the same story, or maybe none of them are. But here's the part that scares me. Mark Boslow, the man who helped take down the Sodom Paper, led a new study on the Torrid Stream, the same stream from Kofals. His team's finding the swarm makes its next close passes in 2032 and 2036, and if dangerous rocks are riding in it, most won't be visible until they're already passed us. When he explains why he takes the swarm seriously, he points at the moon. Fireball spike and lunar impacts register, right when the swarm theory says they should. His bottom line, we won't know until 2032, after it's too late, unless we do something about it. The man who debunked one part of this story is sounding the alarm on the other. And the last time the swarm came this close was June 1975, and that pass set the moon ringing, that's true. Astronomers booked a dedicated hunt for the big objects during the swarm's 2019 pass. The best viewing window in decades, they never got to look. Protests shut down the mountain, why, and the telescope sat dark through the entire window. They tried again in 2022 with two telescopes, and came up empty. Which is good news, sort of. The empty sky ruled out the giants, it couldn't rule out the small stuff. By the search team's own math, the swarm could still hold up to a thousand rocks, the size of the one that exploded over Chelyabig's Russia. That was in 2013, and put 1500 people in the hospital. They get two more chances to look before the swarm arrives. 2029, and a little bit sooner, in 2026, yes, this year, in a few months. Which brings us back to where we started. In December 2024, a building-sized rock passed between the Earth and the satellites. We never saw it coming, we only saw it leaving. It came out of the daytime sky, passed us, and a telescope in Chelyabig caught it two days later, already petted away. Its return date was in December 2032, different rock, different family, same year the swarm comes back. Now, for a while, the math said it might hit the moon instead of us. And astronomers were honestly a little excited, a chance to watch an impact land somewhere else, on a surface where we can study it for centuries. Then this past March, the web telescope hunted the rock down one more time, and called it, a clean miss, 15,000 miles. The math saved us this time. The people who watched the sky come apart 5,000 years ago, didn't have this math. They didn't even have words for this. They had what they saw, a wet piece of clay, and the hope that somebody someday would pick it up and understand. And right now, that's us, where the ones holding the tablet. So let's stop translating for a second and just listen to the thing. Not the theory, not the date, just what the object is telling us. It's telling us one thing as clear as the morning it was recorded. The sky is a dangerous place. You better do something about it. Thank you so much for hanging out with me today. My name is AJ. 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