Update
Below seems impossible a thing. Not when you recall that the only thing they hate more than people, mankind, is Dad and His Son. Here's why friends.
Their progenitors were angels. Fallen Angels. They fell, or rebelled, because YHVH made a new species of Light Beings FROM HIS OWN FAMILY. YHVH is Father to Angels, a species, and men, another species. Whereas angels were a created lawful nephesh. Mankind came from YHVH's already, pre existing, family.
Before this world was, we were. Yahudim.
And this original mankind created that which Gadrael, satan, and the original 200 watchers mated with. They did this because unlike angels, men were tested and prove their birthright and attainments by many lives on Earth. You live; you die; you sleep; you "come again." As is said in the Holy Word so very many times.
They resent that at the end of our journey we supercede the angels and then as now, they were ordered to serve mankind, and THAT WAS WHY THEY WERE CREATED, with all these powers, attainments freely given at THEIR CREATION. They, also children of YHVH, resented the new family, but already existing before they were born.
This resentment was lucifer's foundation. He and they were convinced being perfect beings made that way, deserve a higher place in Heaven than mankind. Regardless of them being Dad's family. So mankind earns their powers, gifts, and being by walking the hardest of hard roads in all existence, before or since, the road called LIFE ON EARTH.
There is no better teacher, school, or master class of attainment than the school of hard knocks. Life after life. Then we learn.
We learn about mercy, compassion, love, generosity, kindness, courage, bravery, loyalty, and on and on. Angels did not learn these things as we do. They were made with a level in each category. The children of Men can attain to limitless heights in each area.
So, they hate mankind nearly as much as their own Father. If such a thing is possible and it is.
It is.
Don
After demonAI takes Over Lord
control of the world
Don Bradley October 11, 2025
Nothing
will be as the satanists hope for. Nothing. See below.
I
caution you, dear reader. What you are about to read is wholly
disturbing. Even so, I had to keep certain things from you, they are
that...unholy. Too unholy to speak of. Ever.
https://old.bitchute.com/video/ftNw050UagEP/
Don Bradley 1-20-25
Updated
to reveal the parts left out in January.
Remember,
the only people with homes or jobs, will be those in service to the
beast and whom carry his mark. Everyone else will be spread out in
the hinterlands across the world, living like hunted animals, as they
will be seen and treated, as precisely that. The
rest of the pure bloods, gentiles, mixed races and useless eaters,
will be in processing facilities – the death camps
– some to be sorted out for “special executive
disposition/treatment—SET” (vicious torture for being a real pain
in the NWO ass for any reason), others because some elite gimp wants
to do the torture and killing themselves.
In
fact, they have price lists with names. Our names. These lists are
getting longer by the week. They will and already have, catalogs with
stats, faces, current known locations, so they can be “pre-selected”
even now. These are red binders with gold gilding on the margin
edges, like a master booksmith would bind. The red covering is human
skin, same as the red shoes they have. Mostly it's digital though.
They even have “bidding wars” over the most hated. They fantasize
about what and how, they intend to entertain themselves with our
blood. Pray you do not end up in one of these catalogs. That fate is
beyond measure. If you have any idea what the children go through in
these CYM adrenochrome factories underground in DUMBS, you begin to
have an idea of what they are capable of. It's Kevin Spacey level
sicko stuff. See the movie Seven with him in it.
Apparently, each deed in the movie was taken from one of ol' Kevin's
actual doings. I heard this from two mid level satanists. It got
Kevin banned from Epstein Island, they told me back in 2019. And
they can keep you alive for months doing that kind of shite, with
meth and morphine cocktails, with enough vitamins to keep the
endocrine system from shutting down. At the end, they will eat parts
of you while you are yet alive, by using spinal blocks, then release,
then block, depending. Some even have a record on how chopped up they
can get a man or woman, before the body just expires. They can easily
take every limb over months and you'll still be alive to suffer. This
is typical. I even have a few pictures of these
victims, courtesy of Russian troops after raiding a tunnel system
under a gas processing plant.
There
is a top ten, a top twenty, and a top one hundred in these catalogs.
These fetch the highest prices. From one point of view, it's a kind
of satanic infamy list. It's an honor to be so hated by the beast
system and its membership, that you made everybody's top ten list.
There is some guy in NYC who did the original ratings, but demonAI
has taken it over now. The Death list.
I'm
in it. In that and in the price on my head, is the only value I have
in this world monetarily. In point of fact, I went from having a
price on my head – and I heard about this just last summer – to
“name your price.” Which means, if you can stop me, you can name
whatever price you say and it will be done. Kind of flattering, in an
inverse, F'd up kind of way. Kind of.
Think
of it this way. As I do. You did your whole duty. You served our
Father in Heaven to the very fullest that you are and have been. His
Hand is upon you. In battle, in life, in your walk and way, you never
faltered except in learning and knowing, sometimes being – as all
do – and no matter what the bastards threw at you, it was always
face forward, chin out, your eyes beaming with the Holy Spirit and
Love, and always, always, always...you lived the way as Natsarim,
best as you could. With all your faults, failures and beast fatigue
daily, you kept rowing the boat of salvation for others. Pretty well
spent life, with the one talent given you to know, be, do, love,
give. If you ask me.
Don
This
part two has been updated as well.
This is the future they want for
the remaining/living coven slaves in their NWO.
wake
up in 2027.
face
the shrine to Moloch, cut belly or wrist if on Saturday. Wipe blood
on totem and own lips. DAI electronically demands another cutting
from the beast screen that is on your wall, looking just like a
cellphone screen—demon shine black. Refusal is instant death via
chip. Smile, do not let it see you are not happy at the prospect. It
knows; your weeds/whisperers narc'd you out. 3 cuttings today, then.
My left arm is a sea of scars and scabs.
forgot
to pay my Amazon fee so my alarms didn't go off; the cold cubby
(TM) won't let me get food out, can only eat at designated
times. Cannot afford toilet paper; just use the blue Reusable
Waste Napkin (TM). 5 seconds of allowed water to clean it; 5
seconds of allowed water to wash face. Haven't seen a bar of soap in
over a year.
"Siri,
what is the weather forecast for today?"
Please
say 'accept' to pay for today's forecast" ($2.50, not too bad!
Lucifer bless Apple for buying the rights to all weather; no one
says the old name anymore and lives).
Remember
I still have another week with my umbrella before I have to ship it
back to Amazon. The Amazon return bins are in every lobby of every
building. Failure to affix return sticker to item is a 50 Amero
Digital Dollar fine. Wallets haven't been around for a year or more.
Everything is digital now – ID, banking, pictures, all of it.
Stand
on the Tesla sidewalk, activate app in cell phone. Others join me;
we are NOT permitted to chat with our neighbors, unless dAI allowed
beforehand. If I want to talk to that cute redhead two floors below
me I have to get permission. DAI declined.
Going
against demonAI is a death sentence no one risks anymore. Angering
dAI is a huge no no. It's often, very fatal.
tesla
comes - before getting in, my kidneys and liver already start
aching, after being conditioned by pain seizures from the Tesla
Cancer Field (TM)--the Death
Ark smells like vomit and piss. The meals at the office are often
hard to keep down and are guaranteed to give one a stomach ache 3
times out of 5.
still
have $20 in my account, can afford to go to work this time. Pass a
series of dAI controlled machine guns, twin pairs, at every corner,
including the parking structure, with a Palintir Pazuzu on top.
Most are walking. Being an “executive” has its perks.
tesla
takes me to Facebook Mixed Building No. 2938.
find
my cubicle in a massive floor of cubicles full of people working for
different employers. Today, my job is processing the latest shipment
of Argentinians brought into Seattle harbor. Only 6% shipment loss.
Shrinkage; the water delivery system failed four days out onboard
the cargo ship ANN ARBOR. Fortunately, it only happened to 1 of the
5 ships that came in yesterday. The crew chief was terminated
as a matter of policy.
Argentinians
are in high demand so he paid with his life for not resolving the
issue in a timely manner. The slops from Mexico are hardly ever
pre-selected.
Engage
my Zoom headset for mandatory productivity monitoring. I have to
take retanac 3, for the double vision it gives me. A lot of
it. At this rate, I'll be blind in 2 years.
let
my eyes remain closed for 2 seconds accidentally.
ear-piercing
alarm jolts me back into productivity; chair is cold metal and an
electric shock at odd times keeps me pumping out the work. Again, I
bit my tongue. Again.
There
was a young girl in this morning's batch. Can't get her out of my
mind. A preselect; meaning, someone had her designated for
personal delivery to Miami. She had such haunting, innocent eyes. I
wanted to crush her skull with heavy boots. I hate eyes like that.
Innocence! What a sick joke.
lunch
time – the over loud dub step is today's music, with flashing
lights and strobes. Lunch time is so very acid and surreal. Trance
music was up next.
my
floor's UN-approved sustenance tube dispenses me 4 servings. Yum -
grubs/bugs, tofu and soy medley. My stomach knows what's coming;
it's ache is already making me nauseous.
finish
off my shift, give mandatory end of day blood sample. Girl in the
cubicle next to me kept cutting herself with the Gillette blood
sample blade (TM), over and over again, screaming. As the gunmen
took her away, she kept muttering, I can't, I can't, endlessly.
Never saw her again.
see
a guy outside of the office talking on a non-Apple phone;
Rush
back inside and call the Microsoft Protection Team.
they
quickly arrive to take him away for everyone's safety, but the twin
Palintir guns cut him in half just as they arrived.
Tesla
Death Ark picks me up, go back home.
Sigh...
Scan
my retina and deposit blood sample to gain access to my pod. DAI
demands I stand before it and undress, criticizing everything about
me. For twenty minutes.
It
demands another cutting. On my neck this time.
Neighbor
offers to let me use his LaundryPass to wash my clothes; he spoke to
me without permission. To save myself I...
report
him for non-compliance, he is banned from PodLife, was
fired from his work. Matter of routine.
loot
his pod and acquire precious Soy/chitin snacks to sustain me.
DemonAI
lets out a piercing shrill.
"OK
Google, it's bed time."
Google
neural implant puts me to sleep instantly.
forgot
to pay for the ad-free experience package.
Dream about the
Argentine girl from this morning all night; she kept holding out her
little hands for me to help her, crying, “Why? Why?”
This is the future that
will happen, however.
Wake
up in 2027
This
makes the 3rd week living around the sewers, necessary for escaping
the drones.
In
the early months, there were firefights with the UN gimps; but drone
strikes of body tagging made every one involved a marked GPS target;
nano tracers is what they call them; a kind of dust
they spray from drones. They will track you; they will find where
you call home; they will also find there any friends you have;
then they get you all. A little trick they learned from the
Israelis.
Living
on cats and irradiated raccoons and dogs. Haven't had good cat meat
in a long while now. Long while.
rakes
are still out hunting witches and jews, even with the approach of
dawn. There are so many these days. If I stay still and pray, I've
learned, they pass right by me.
We
leave coded messages under bridge over passes for others. You have
to hide them near the bottom, covered in trash and debris. A circle
with a line through and an arrow pointing in whatever direction
means, don't go that way. Death. Like that.
If
you are with someone else or more, you talk in covered whispers; the
drones have VERY senstive mics and they drop sound and radar scanner
darts all over the place. Picking one up just gets the nearest drone
racing right to you. Saw 3 guys die that way.
The
terraforming for chimeras has changed the world. Tree leaves are now
red, instead of green.
Instead
of grass, rat hair pops up from the ground, smells awful.
Rat
hair is now growing out of the scratch received 3 days ago tripping
over street garbage
Always
looking out for any and all ammo to be found. Guns are everywhere,
but ammo...that's rare.
New
leaflets dropped last night in six languages. Come to the black vans
for food and shelter, it declares. Never again. Saw the ditch they
dump the bodies into for the suckers who gave up and went to one of
those road blocks.
Haven't
eaten in 3 days, again.
Still
debating on necking myself. Saw the taking up happen, so I
know there is a God up there.
I
could just stand out in the open; only be a matter of minutes before
a drone spots me and then...
In
a dream, Christ himself told me to persevere, it's almost over.
I
have since learned to pray. Days are better on days I pray, somehow.
I hope I am doing it right; growing up, no one ever mentioned God is
Real, just the opposite.
The
great cities are wastelands of death. Avoid.
Miss
the birds and all. Everything is always creepy quiet.
The
land abounds in abominations beyond reason. Saw 12 foot tall rat
headed man beast a few days back. It was rubbing its hands together,
sniffing for spoilage. Oof...
Nothing
grows that is edible. Real plants 2 years ago became a kind of
greenish yellow snot and died off. Rat hair grew in its place.
Everything is rat hair now.
I
still may neck myself. If I can eat today, maybe not.
Drones
can be located by the occasional POP sound made when a small grenade
is dropped on something...or someone...still alive. Like me.
Trump
unleashed hell on this world. He's gone, but the rakes, giants, and
dragons rule now.
Oh, when will the
end come?
