Freemont Street Analysis 2018

 Freemont Street Analysis 2018

Don

 https://old.bitchute.com/video/Fo22CWR0dMn2/ 

In my original article, the video was taken down by Jewbietube. Too much information and 3rd party verification of what I had been talking about. Video and my trip occurred in the same month June 2018.

The Jason cat was a lightning rod for "conspiracy theorists" to attract them to him for ID. In those days, they did Operation lightning rods to pull in people who want to know what's really going on and then, designate them for red list, blue list, green list. An operation 50 years and ongoing in 2025. They want to get us all and make sure they know whom and what, every single person in the world is. You stand with Yesh and Dad and you are a walking dead person; I"m afraid they are quite insistent about that point." I've heard it out of their mouths, same chat, over and over again. Waste the Christians, gentiles, and freejacks in that order. Only leaving coven slaves as a functioning civilization. 

The intel is good, just the guy doing the interviewing is FBI. And coven. FYI.

A coven kill box in the Scotch 80 neighborhood sanitized. 

 

 

My 1st mission there, aside from hernia surgery. 

Closing a portal to hell

by Don Bradley

The most important part about reading, is reading between the lines.

When the world fills up with lemons, rather than make lemonade. Just cut the tree down to the roots. No more lemons.

Back in the 1950s, the Mafia had a house in the very first housing subdivision in Las Vegas called Scotch Eighty. And, in this division there was a house owned by a series of capos for the MOB, who handled all the "problems" of Vegas the way they usually handled such things: torture and murder. Then they would dig a hole in the desert and that would be that.

This house was sold, or traded through mob cutouts, from one capo to another all the way until the early 2000s. After which, the place was white-washed, chlorinated for DNA removal, and so on, which when finished, it was placed on the open market for sale. At first, the buyers were "friends of ours" but no one seemed to be able to live there more than a few months at a time.

This is because the house, after 5 decades of endless murders every week was so completely demonically infested, it created a portal, a gate, if you will, to the odd place.

Finally, the covens took the place over. Now it is THE MAIN RITUAL PLACE FOR SATANIC CEREMONIES IN THE SOUTHWEST. The covens even got the street the house is on gated from the outside world and you couldn't access it unless you knew how. They come from all over to this one acre estate, to continue the tradition of death. imagine getting your very own city gates at the end of the street, to block out traffic. That way, your attendees can attend to the also gated site with walls, in complete privacy.

They spent a fortune fixing up this place

1700 Bannie Ave is the central black vortex location, situated right next to the Las Vegas Strip. It has a dark history, that all the mafia sites never seem to mention. Goes to show you that what goes on there, hasn't stopped. As I will demonstrate shortly.

The house is big, has several hidden rooms, secret stairwells, torture rooms with bank vault doors, and once upon a time, a huge sink for disposing of cattle meat, as do the large cattle butchers have. It has been removed.

Getting in there, on unmarked streets (no street signs coming into this neighborhood), going the wrong direction on one-way roads in some cases, and after making several turns this way and then that way, finally put me in front of 1700 Bannie Ave.

Immediately, 2 large dogs appeared from the house and rushed the wall. I was on the either side of the street. Hell dogs, if you will have it. At the same time, out of nowhere, a large RED F250 truck with blacked out windows slowly came up to the back of the car (I hadn't even got out yet) came up behind us and took our picture and got our plates. Then it backed up, all the way back down this very long street, so as not to reveal ITS OWN PLATES to me. That was the longest distance I ever saw a car or truck ever back up in my life. This all happened in under 100 seconds of my appearance at the address, still in the car.

That's how quickly they react to any unauthorized presence on the street. Seconds...

Being out of the car, took a picture for the record of it, and then got to work.  That work is well explained on other posts on this site, so repeating the process is redundant. But before I could do that a bald man rushed to the fence and asked me what I was doing there, in the street. I ignored him. Being on a public street is no concern of him or anyone.

Once done, the energy was instantly changed. Lighter. Before, no birds or anything. After, you could hear birds chirping and like that.

When the mob first put this place on the market, it was a nasty yellow colored mess with dead weeds, no trees, and looked like a crack house from Philly. Since the covens took it over, they've spent a fortune remodeling, landscaping, and replacing the original walls, interiors and exteriors to make it look...normal.

Later that week...missioin number TWO

Doing Vegas at Fremont Street

see the 8 pointed star, also known as a witches circle. It symbolizes the 8 witches sabbaths that occur every 6 1/2 weeks.

Fremont street in the old west, was the same, then as now. Gambling and soiled doves in the back, rotgut whiskey in the front.

Fremont Street, Las Vegas, NV

by Don Bradley

There is something very, very evil with Fremont Street.

Some will say that it's just the usual debauchery that is Vegas, no matter where you go on the strip. Others say there is a nuclear accelerator located beneath it, mirroring the one at Stanford University. And yeah, the ongoing construction is not the normal kind you see. Lots of underground stuff being done, covered in huge tents (that's a first in my experience) so you can't see what they are building.

Fremont in the 50s, 60s 70s

Back in the day, at night

Of course, Fremont St is the beginning of Vegas from day one over 100 years ago, was the exact location for the James Bond film of the the red mustang fastback chase scene in DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER, 1971, and no matter what hotels or casinos have come and gone, is, was, and will be, considered the center and soul of Vegas. So much so that they have turned the whole place into a vastly covered outdoor area of all the original blocks and streets that is Fremont st, so going into it, or shall I say, stepping onto these several city blocks covered and lined with every vice one can imagine, is like stepping into a bad Jim Morrison acid trip that only gets darker, more demonic, and more freakish with each and every step.

I know this, because, this was mission number 2 for Las Vegas, while I was waiting to get worked on by scalpels and then sown up. I didn't know this trip was going to include this work, until the night before I was to do it. It's better that way. Because I tend to let things slip, that are better left unsaid, especially in an era of total surveillance and reverse speech technology.

To understand how the past became the future, one only has to search the internet and read. And there is a great deal of reading, and seeing, to be done. It won't take long to understand when I and many others will tell you, that the name SIN CITY is well earned and well deserved. Most Americans, over the age of 25 have been to Vegas at some point in their life. It's very American to do this, like visiting a civil war battlefield, mount Rushmore, or going to Disneyland.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas? Not hardly. The demonic presence at Fremont street in the 21^st century is overwhelming and staggering, for those who can see, or feel, or are even slightly spiritual on any level. Pickpockets, prostitutes, and every dredge of human misery is proudly flaunted on Fremont street. Secret underground rooms, for the darkest of souls, with the right connections and who can see the visible signs left for them to see, that says, “yes, we have it. You have been in a place like this before. A PIZZA PLACE.” Red slippers, gnomes, spiral staircases, and other signs are all around and in Fremont street.

Satanic Fremont Street circa 2018

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCt5ixdeLW0

There are literal hordes of demonic beings hovering and moving in and among the people who visit, or work, at Fremont street. Only the Holy Spirit can protect a person from their influence, then and forever, should you come to this worst of the worst, public places that never sleeps and never has a time out. It's around the clock evil, debauchery, and poison.

If you go there and come away from it thinking, what a fun place, we should do that again! Then it's time to examine your life and life choices. Because NOTHING stays in Vegas. It all follows you home. Especially, if you “like it.”

That being said, here at midnight, I find myself the Friday before my surgery-it had been changed from Thursday to the next monday-in the center of Fremont Street.

I walked around dazed...and ashamed...that so many of us could behave in such a way. I won't sour this article with any detailed descriptions of that area. There is plenty enough of that on YouTube, help yourself. It won't take many videos to come up to speed on this place, if you have the stomach for open abominations. In the 70s and early 80s, Fremont street was glass fronted nickel one armed bandit casinos for the working class, those visiting Vegas on the cheap. The mob days. That time was quaint compared to nowadays.

Look at my watch, wow, it's midnight. And the covens are out in full force, on a Friday night, during the witching hour. You could see these women working the crowds up, getting the tourists “going” by taking their tops of, getting half naked, writhing with the bands that were blaring different eras of rock and roll.

The center wasn't hard to find. For it appeared foggy and gray, amongst the thousands of demons darting among the several thousand people getting high, openly, getting drunk, and no cops anywhere. Security was unseen, unless someone broke the rules. What these rules might be, I have no idea. Any other town in any other city of any other country and the whole place would have been arrested.

Then I did what I do. When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by a dozen people all staring viciously at me. Such hatred. My...

But, the spell was broken, and they couldn't get it going again. Even the band I was near to, stopped and looked at each other like “what happened?”

It was then I saw that I would be, for the rest of my night, have a surveillance team on me. Of course, recognizing a tail is easy when you've been honing those skills for 3 decades.

I should write more about what I saw in the week I was there, waiting for the operations to take place. Most folks I've talked to in life have all told me what a great time they had in Vegas. Really? Doing what, for heaven's sake?

The hotel I was in did everything they could to ruin meals, make our time there miserable. Because of my health condition, we mostly kept the cleaning lady out and they called the cops on us, who barged into the room to “roust us out.”

Just me and the caregiver. Doing nothing, reading online.

Worst treatment I've ever experienced in a hotel of any kind ever in my life. Of course, I knew why. I know who and what owns these joints. And it isn't the girl scouts. I always pay this price, sometimes worse than other times. This time, they did everything within their legal power to make our ten days there miserable. I was supposed to stay bed ridden for one week, before driving or flying. We left on the 2^nd day after the operation. When your food is being done in, its not food, it is poison. We were eating canned soups, most of our time. Something they couldn't get to or sabotage.

Still, had to be there. For Heaven and for Healing. It was worth it to have both. And many thanks to those that helped both heaven and earth, you made it all possible.