Blood Moon 2025
Don Bradley 9-7-25
Where the blood moon will be visible
“The eclipse will be visible in its entirety across large parts of Asia, Africa, eastern Europe, and western Australia. Other regions, including Spain and Norway, will see only a partial eclipse.
The Corn Moon earns its nickname because it coincides with the corn harvest, according to the Old Farmer's Almanac.”
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Our Full Moon in the west is their Blood Moon, in the East.
This is the last of three scheduled blood moons for these End Times Period. As can be seen below, all of this was created, foretold, and planned for in the heavenlies by Heaven.
What you are seeing in the chart below is the rise of the final beast system, worldwide and centered in America, its midpoint, and its receding tide into oblivion, destruction, the wastelands of a wrecked way, doing, and land. If you are even remotely reflective upon the dates revealed for some many years now by myself and apparently, no other, you can see way back in 2014, the emergence, its play, the mark of the beast vax weapon, into the NOW final stages of ruin, death, hopelessness, invasion hordes and finally death on a scale never seen before in the world.
That's really all that's left. Every good impulse out there is dead. It is. Everything is running on fumes, each trying to wrench out for themselves one last full measure of whatever it is they think they need to be "happy."
Are you happy?
What is happy?
Can anyone even define it, except for themselves? Even then, no one tries because it's too spiritually ephemeral to be quantified. Only the happy can say they are happy. Outside of that and you are none. See?
Here is what I see. Empty. Trying to fill an emptiness with doings, beings, more, less, a little of this, a memory of that, anything, something...to fill the empty. An ever present empty. I see it in everyone I meet, everywhere I go. Empty...must fill...with something, dammit!
Maybe, among the damned, more demon masturbation. But that leaves the body and soul so very drained as to be useless for a day. I've seen plenty of that for a solution. And those bloody demons want something from you for that little service. And it's always more than you'd rather give over. Especially now...oh it was soooo much easier when I was younger, they all opine. I read them like newspaper headlines. The slithering ones gave over pleasure just for the asking with few demands. Now it's blood. Always the damn blood. Kill something. Cut yourself. Destroy a friend. Something. Endless f'ing demands, those demons want now.
How about that.
Yeah...how about that!
And for saints, filled every morn and every night with his warm Grace of fullness, just for being and nothing else. The gentle caress of a tired heart, wading through the filth of our times. Already there, providing, encouraging, filling with more and greater Spirit of His Love. Always, always, always. Pushing away the plagues of evil that surround us, that we might have yet another day of smiles, while the world sinks into the oblivion of chaos and despair.
No one wants to face the inevitable. Can we blame them or ourselves? That means plenty of death and doom. Better to plant a late season garden and pretend to pretend. Get involved in yet more trivialities. Stay busy, busy, busy. Go, travel, fill, eat, more, more, more. Anything to push out the ever growing surge of race hatred the jewbies fomented, funded with our tax dollars, building all around us to the point of breaking. The jewbies are getting out. And they will kill anyone who gets in their way; bet on it. Run to Israel, run to Israel.
Run right into the fire that awaits you.
For it does. Did you forget? Burning man is the microcosm, as was told you. You saw your future there, you blood thirsty, debauched, nephilim scumbags. Deadly sand and wind storms; overwhelming flood waters; lightning and fire; and of course, the Great Quakes that none can escape, yet to be. That's next year. For BM and for you.
Run to Israel, bishes. Run. Hurry. Your final fantasy fate awaits you there. I promise. A backup home in Odessa or the Oblast; secret, no one knows about, to fall back on when it get just too awful in Israel. It's there too. Especially there. All that whitey blood is demanding its own reparations – the ground howls for vengeance and vengeance is just what will come.
Your reckoning awaits you there. Take your chickens, your weapons, and your nasty stinky and loathsome stench and run, run, run.
What are you going to do when it comes for you, scream “I'm sorry?” Like you do, only when it happens that you are caught in your own trap, time and again, as you do?
I'm sorry.
Bullshit.
Scream out in faux pain as you murder another innocent? Yeah...that's your sorry.
Anyone screaming out that BS gets zero'd in on. Believe it. There's one, trying to hide under a table. You devils have no idea of the restraint the avenging angels are showing right now, by the ranks of millions in the skies above, as you skitter around the landscape like so many rats. No. Idea.
I'm getting ahead of myself. That's another time and another day, yet to be.
Tell me. What are you going to do when the chimeras, rakes, and hybrids start hunting Edomites and witches? They will. That judgment went out a few years back. Or did you forget already. I didn't. Neither did Heaven, where all things are written and all things will be so, as spoken by their prophets, then and NOW. Get me?
Whatever was said will be so. Whatever is written shall be done.
Just how it works. You should know this. Those bloody demons and the fallen fully well know this, suffering under these judgments over the millenniums as they have done. They know His Power. And mankind is about to learn about His Anger, I can tell you.
I know. Why don't you have yet another full moon “party” where you all get drunk and high and lambaste the doings of his prophets and saints on Earth. Like last night. That filled the empty within for a couple of hours. You can watch missy do a strip tease demon masturbation dance, as many did for the other witches in the room, drunk off their asses, as they were. How's the hangover? Is the empty still there or are you filled. A shower helps, doesn't it.
Sure.
I know. I see. I observe. I listen. Sad to say...
A little more, a little more, a little more. And yet the empty grows and grows, like a great empty lake in your own inner “dry places.”
The only thing that grows in your kind is a deep, empty hatred for the Divine in the skies above you and the birds around you, and the hearts of those standing with Christ Yeshua. The beautiful and free, you hate. Because it does not describe yourselves.
Don
Dad wanted me to tack this onto the thing, here ya go.
Psalm 49
5Wherefore should I fear in the days of evil, when the iniquity of my heels shall compass me about?
6They that trust in their wealth, and boast themselves in the multitude of their riches;
7None of them can by any means redeem his brother, nor give to God a ransom for him:
8(For the redemption of their soul is precious, and it ceaseth for ever:)
9That he should still live for ever, and not see corruption.
10For he seeth that wise men die, likewise the fool and the brutish person perish, and leave their wealth to others.
11Their inward thought is, that their houses shall continue for ever, and their dwelling places to all generations; they call their lands after their own names.
12Nevertheless man being in honour abideth not: he is like the beasts that perish.
13This their way is their folly: yet their posterity approve their sayings. Selah.
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