Burning man is the
dry places in hell
Don Bradley
9-6-26
Burning Man organizers announced a fourth death at the 2026 event in Black Rock City, Nev.
Campers found Craigh Mann, 60, dead in his camp at around 3 p.m. Saturday, the Burning Man Project announced. No cause of death or other information was released.
"Our
thoughts and deepest condolences are with the participant’s family,
friends, campmates, and all those affected by this loss," wrote the
organizers of the 37000 person event in the Nevada desert.
Two
days earlier, Burning Man organizers announced the death of a man in
his mid-50s after suffering a “medical emergency” and being rushed to an
on-site medical center. The man's name and cause of death had not been
released.
Deaths occasionally happen at Burning Man, which maintains an extensive healthcare operation including an emergency room that treated 1,450 patients in 2025.
This year's event ends Monday after Sunday night's planned temple burn.
Then there was the Russian that was found, with a knife in him. Murdered.
Then there was the woman, whom died by a lightning strike.
When you consider the matter...the
site they chose for their bacchanal for BAAL is really hell. It is.
Black Rock Mesa is precisely like the dry places, except for a few
things. Consider...
Black Rock Mesa BRM
The
Endless miles of flat, dry, ankle deep gray dust and poisonous alkali
that when exposed to it, the skin develops lesions. No rocks, no
anything. In any direction. Ankle deep grey dust. Think about it.
First 5 days of BRM this year 2026 everything was grey on grey. Just
like the dry places. And the playa does not absorb moisture, at all.
When it rains, and it only ever seems to rain in that region when BM
is going off. The last 4 years at least and it's an instant alkali
mud goop that traps, hinders, bogs, and passes on long sleeping
parasites – like ebola, smallpox, etc. All that is there. Remember
the 2023 BM? I covered that extensively, then they deleted all those
articles. Because people's memories these days are as fleeting as can
be. And they are. 2023, smallpox, ebola, trench foot, the lot, hit
everyone. And nasty unhappy private part diseases no one even knew
were possible.
The Dry Places, Hell
The
Endless miles of flat, dry, ankle deep gray dust. No moisture. At
all. No horizon, no day or night, no moisture, ever. Just demons and
the walking dead. No where to go. I wrote that place up on the Our
spiritual world blog. No time, nor the ability to reckon time.
BRM
And
this is the difference between Earth and Hell. At BRM, sunrises,
sunsets, passage of time, variations in temperatures with the
seasons, and breezes or wind. Not the dry places. And you can see
mountains and clouds. There are no mountains or clouds down below.
So, The
witches deliberately chose the ONE place in America that most
resembles the dry places. For real.
Don
The dry
places – A public service announcement
Don
Bradley
August
31, 2025
Reading
the below will ring a deep and ancient bell within many of you. This
I know.
Imagine
if you will, a place without discernible horizons in any direction.
It's light enough to see far in any direction, but how to know east
from west, north from south. There are no landmarks. Only grey dust.
Get to that later on. No night. No day. No sense of time, even if you
try to keep time, what and where is your starting point and how do
you know when that is? You could count to a given number say twenty.
And then what? Another twenty? And another? Do that for awhile and
your mind starts banging back to you that the exercise is futile and
pointless. So you stop.
I've had
to visit this place more than once. Twice to do battle with the
fallen, other times to watch judgments take place. One other time,
just to experience that had never been and I wanted to KNOW. I refuse
ever going back. There is nothing there I ever want to see or know
again. Ever.
There is
a light cloud that stands above the ground between the ankle and the
knee. This is the dust itself. And a hard pan, rock, very hot,
beneath. Flat and smooth. Not even a ripple or a bump. The only thing
that exists is hot dust. Only thing. And it covers you. Your hair,
such as it was in life, is so dried out and covered in dust as to be
completely frizzed out to the point of scary freakish. Your skin is
grey because of the dust. Looking down, your feet disappear in the
cloud layer of dust. There is NO wind or air movement. Just the cloud
of dust. At your feet. Lift your foot up and it's the same color as
everything else. A grey dust.
No
trees, not even dead trees. Nothing. No boulders or anything. Just
the endless dust layer in every direction.
This is
where you find yourself.
There is
something else, too. An insatiable thirst for water that cannot be
found. Because it does not exist in the dry places. When they say
dust to dust, ashes to ashes. You better believe it. It
quickly dawns on you that this is how it is now. This...first
layer of hell.
You can
do what you can in memories. That's really all you have or ever will
have now. What was up above, before the silver cord broke. Memories.
Laughs, loves, a thousand little events laughed off, lived, whatever.
Whatever your fate and destiny brought you. You have that. But these
fade and blur, after a time.
You see
every time you acted against the law of Love – the ten commandments
– that brought you here. In exquisite “Oh My God, what have
I DONE?” perfection.
Every.
Single. Time.
Every
cruelty, act of selfishness that hurt another, and viciousness that
caused another good heart pain, is all there claiming your attention.
You hope beyond hope that another life above will be given you.
Maybe. You still have to stand before the angel in the room at the
table. You know it's someplace down here, but where?
When you
are called, you will see it.
The life
review of deeds, great and small. To even see if and when you might
get another chance up above to redeem and restore and fall into
Heavenly Grace. Maybe. But what if there are NO
redeeming things in your life except a deep vicious hatred of the
Divine. Do you even get that chance?
You
start doing your own life review, all by yourself, looking for any
good in your past that might give you yet again, a chance to do all
it all over, better, with the same souls that wronged you and you
wronged, all over again. Sometimes the wife, sometimes the sister,
sometimes the mother or father, but the same souls, same family. But
what if you all were stinkers and not a one even looked above EVEN
ONCE and said a simple Thank You for something?
Ever.
Did you
ever once even say, Thank God. For that save that kept
you from certain destruction? Sometimes, such a little thing, gets
you back for yet another go at life. Even at life review, you find
out that there are standing atonements that must now accompany your
next chance. Could be anything, usually is.
Being
barren, unable to bear children.
Cancers,
etc;
Bad
eyesight;
Diseases
and such;
terrible
living conditions, because of how you lived at the expense of others.
Etc,
etc, etc,.
80 years
is forever in the dry places. Time has no meaning. How could it.
There is no day or night. Only a deep abiding thirst in endless dry
dust. After an endless trudge for what seems like forever, most just
lay down in the dust and disappear. And wait. And wait. And wait.
For that
day. Their minds go over every detail of their lives they refused to
look at when living. The good, the bad, the very ugly. The little
vicious cruelties to animals, people, plants, themselves even. Even
that. Then they do it again. And again. And again. Seemingly forever.
Some
wait centuries in that place, waiting for a second chance. Again.
Like they said the time before. And before that. And before that.
Obtaining to nothing. Again. Again. Again.
Some
repeatedly turn to evil. Witches reborn as witches. The same covens
as before, doing the same awful things as before. They get sickness
at disease at every turn; are born with massive birth defects, some
visible, many not. Many warts and skin blemishes, again. New ones
from old and ancient sins. Again. And again, become the darkness
reaching out for the darkness. These kind hope they get the dry
places, but these go deeper. Much deeper.
But that
is another day and another time. Today is about the dry places. And
the avoidance of any of it is to turn to Christ and start climbing
your own straight way to YHVH, whatever that will be for each of us.
Each according to their own measure, body and soul.
If what
I just described to you sounds like fun, stay just as you are. Change
nothing. You better hope the worst that happens to you is the dry
places. If existing in that place sounds doable then I must tell you
right now, you are quite insane. You are mad. Mad as a hatter,
as we used to say. Your head and soul is as broken as can be.
I was
directed to give this over, so I have now complied with Dad, happy to
serve. I see the good that can come of this knowing. Maybe. Maybe
not.
But that
depends you.
I'll say
this. Burning man event just finished...these people...made a change.
They still had their own little rave, such as it was, but without the
horrific horrors of previous doings. They got the message and that
message was YOU COULD STAY HERE FOREVER. Keep it up.
Understand?
Burning
Man is a kind of dry place. But, it has rain and day and night, food,
sleep, a fresh start every sunrise. The real place has none of that.
It is,
after all, the beginning of hell.
Don
