The dry places

 I was taken there a few times, to learn of the place and once to do battle. So, I can say what she is describing to you is quite accurate and very real. It's the place where one goes for life review, prior to either sleep or to be punished for that life's sins. This is not JUDGMENT DAY; that occurs after the millennial reign, when ALL are weighed in the balances for final adjudication. It's for each life. How you lived. Wickedly or in doing the best you can, body and soul, or in attaining salvation, which keeps you from such a thing, henceforth. In some ONE life, you will find Yeshua Mashiach (Christ Jesus).

Just how it is. Preachers and false priests and theologians have been lying for quite a long time about the after life.

UPDATE 5-7-26 Unleavened Bread day 6

Don Bradley 

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. get it? 

You cannot see the surface. There is a ankle to knee high cloud of permanent dust. Always. Never goes away. All the times I was there. Of course, I haven't been to every part and parcel of that place, nor do i ever ever want to see it.

So what does the surface look like? Don't know. Never been able to really see it. Flat as a board. Some parts are rockier, I know that. Stepped on that, but never saw it. And I've been all over that particular section. It's where the Judgment hall is for life disposition. life and life. I've been there, to see the process of how it's all done. Shall I tell it? I have permission and this is the first doing of the morning, so...

Upon passing for each soul, if you do NOT have the blood of the Lamb, Christ Yeshua, you come here. To the dry places, depending. If you are a particularly rotten scoundrel, without remorse, vicious, cruel, eager to harm and hurt the innocent, the Night Terrors come for you with chains to haul you down – sometimes to the Abyss, sometimes to the circles, sometimes to here. They escort you, constantly both laying talon like claws and slicing away at your body and barking cruel unnecessaries into your ear – to build your fear of the unknown. As you descend, the memories return. You've been here before. Many times. Because you always sought out darkness, rather than light; gave evil for good. Usually some kind of witch, whatever that was called in whatever language and land you were born into.

The unsaved but gentile just pop in here. Not particularly evil, but not good either. No Night Terrors. And where do you come?

The Dry Places.

It's an endless desert without any trees, mountains, hills, horizon, EVERYTHING IS GREY, flat as a board, with a ankle to knee high permanent cloud of dust. Dust to dust, as it is written. This is that dust spoken of. Now you know. There is no time. No morning, no evening, NO WATER OF ANY KIND, and boy is it HOT. I mean scorching HOT. There is no night, nor day. The dry places has a diffused grey light and that is the only color one sees. Raise your hands to your face and they – and you – are covered in dry, grey, powdery dust with no substance. The inside of your mouth and tongue is coated with the stuff, already. Shake your head and grey dust shakes out into that endless, permanent fog at your feet. You have no shoes of any kind, so you walk on a hot, terribly hot, flat surface.

This is the place Abraham was called out from by the rich man whom had seven brothers, wishing for some water and would Abraham warn his yet living brothers of that place – the dry places – and he could not, for the gulf between Heaven and Hell is great.

Welcome to the first place in Hell. And you are going to be here awhile, at least 70 to 80 years, but not always, it depends. Upon what life where, is scheduled for you and for your family to either precede you there or for them to come as well. Once you understand, this all becomes quite clear. This you learn and accept in the Judgment Hall, where you await your fate. And fates.

To help explain this better, let's take the next part from the point of view of some one person, man or woman, whose just found themselves there instantly upon passing, no Night Terrors – whom are the designated escorts of those being taken down below. It's what all those vax spinners were trying to shoe away just before they went into instant rigor mortis and shot out, usually through their solar plexus.

You are in the dry places. No distance. Endless nothing. A cloud of hot dust at your feet. You can see a few miles, but one direction looks exactly the same as any other. The only thing to do is start walking, so off you go. As there is nothing to give you a sense of time passage. So, to measure it in some way, all do the exact same thing they can do – they count their steps, figuring that each step is a second or so, depending upon their gait. Some lose their minds, right off, unable to process what has happened to them. Many just start running, hoping to get SOMEWHERE THAT IS ANYWHERE other than the place they are at. After some time – and what is time now? Have you been there an hour? A year? Forever? After what would be a day, there IS NO TIME. Increasingly,, that concept is foreign to you as other memories. Of being alive. That horror you still have to face. LOSING YOUR MEMORIES OF THE LIFE JUST LIVED, good or bad.

So you run. You do not get tired. You can run forever. Many do something like that. Very often, after much running and nothing changing and for all you know, you are STILL IN THE EXACT SAME SPOT YOU STARTED IN, and there is no way to tell if that is so. Everything is perfectly identical. Count a hundred steps. Stop. Turn on a 360 degree circle, it's still, exactly the same as a hundred steps ago. Was it really a hundred? What's your name again? Tell me.

For reasons you do not understand, it is understood that you are to go someplace for a disposition of the life just lived. So, you try to seek that place out. Anything, even judgment, has got to be better than this. So, like all the others before you and also with you, but you cannot see them, you start walking to find this place. You figure, as you have done before you kind of remember now, that you should, given enough steps you don't want to count because there is simply NO POINT TO THAT FUTILITY. Same as it ever was, over and over and over again.

It hits you. This is why people inwardly fear death. At the very least, they are coming to this place. Dust to dust lands on your mind and soul in the deepest of ways. That old funeral maxim is now, your all that is or ever will be.

So, there being nothing else to do, you start walking. The direction makes no difference, you understand that now. Sigh. And you walk. Keep walking. Walk and walk and walk, step after step after step. The same dreary grey ugly dust, a place with nor horizon nor direction known. A complete unknown. No where to call home. A life now living alone.

How long have you been walking?

A day? A year? How can you tell?

There is no time.

Just an endless grey is.

Then you hope for a worse fate – another thing you know inwardly without understanding how or why you know that. Being in the clutches of evil beings who do very ugly and vicious things to you FOREVER. That would be something in place of this endless nothing. But once you put your mind to that possibility, you shut it out. Endless torture? No thank you.

BTW, you are in satan's kingdom. This is his domain. And it is a terrible place.

Finally after what seems like an eternity, but you do not really know, you keep walking and start thinking about the life just lived. All the various things you did and can remember and you remember, you find, a great deal. Laughter, love, times of joy and happiness. Also the times of sadness, pain, suffering, illness, injury, what have you. Everyone has a different, but same life eventually given them all, one from another. But the same, over the course of Earth's lives. The smell of flowers, walking in the rain, animals you loved, and compared to what you have now, all those memories – painful or no – are NOW more precious to you than any other possibility. Then it hits you, right between the eyes.

Life is a gift. A Great Gift.

And you feel ashamed at not having lived it better and also, all the bitching, crazy making cruelty you brought to that life, instead of the joy, smiles, and doings that MIGHT HAVE BEEN if you hadn't been such a cruel, narcissistic shit.

All the useless pain you caused others for no other reason to see them hurt, in pain, and sad. At this moment, you realize your entire life was squandered away in such a fashion, as it is for many.

For others, it was a grind. A time serving, debt to be paid, grind. A life in the army to die at 17 on some battlefield. Born into a marriage at 12 to some bossy, cruel man you did not love nor ever will, his sex slave and child beater and where is my dinner woman, smack! That debt paid, because in one life, YOU WERE THAT MAN; vicious, cruel, barbaric. The scale balances, once again.

You understand all these causes and effects. As you had sown, so you reaped, over and over and over again. Until that blessed day when you finally saw that life was a GREAT GIFT and to live it as such. Not cruel. Not vicious. Not selfish.

And finally, in some life, at YOUR APPOINTED Time, YOU FOUND THE SAVIOR waiting for you. Perfect freedom.

The cycles are broken. New ones made. In service to Goodness, Truth, and Beauty. In service to Almighty YHVH. A child of Adonai, YHVH. Made so by Christ Yeshua.

New lives, new destinies, and always suffering because the world does not want the Kingdom of God, so you are persecuted, life after life, FOR BEING YOU.

You gain your own stripes, suffer as He did, earning out and atoning for all those former things, and building your CROWN OF GLORY, the jewels around your Golden Bowl. Forever. A place for you in Heaven. A new Home. No more dry places, ever, ever again.

And through it all, Yeshua stands with you, walks with you, the creator, the Holy Word Himself, has covered you with His own Blood, vouchsafing your reward. None can take it from you. It now IS YOU.

Oh Happy Day!!!

A child of YHVH has entered the Kingdom, a brother, a sister, a new family member to join the multitude in perfect freedom. In Glory. Able to see HIM always. Be with HIM always.

And Heaven! The endless splendors, wonders, doings, and amazement that is that place of endless great and grand possibilities that are without end. Boredom and routine do not exist in the 7 heavens that are soon to be your wish, measure, and place of being, beyond the simple, mundane, world of number, weight, and measure that is life on Earth, with pain and suffering and travail, it's standard.

And all it took, was accepting Christ Yeshua's great gift on that long ago Passover. His PASSOVER, His Blood, and the angel of death has passed you over FOREVER, from destruction below henceforth. Each life on Earth comes to an end. That's and ending, not destruction. Destruction is in the below places – hell, Sheol, the dry places, the abyss.

All of this knowing descends upon your mind, as you walk, walk, walk to no point, searching out the Hall, never finding it. Finally, after enough time and constant reflection of the life just lived, you STOP.

You stop and lay down in the dust, disappearing from view. To Repose. In memories, now beginning to fade. Oh to hang on to them, to remember. Every detail you strain to recall. You trying starting from death and then backwards. Some start at their earliest memories. Anything. Something. Hang on to every laugh, ever event, no matter how great or trivial.

It's all you have now. Or ever will. As you see it.

Until you are called to judgment. For disposition. And then, who knows. The knowing comes from that hour and not before.

For those of you fortunate enough to be reading these words, bless you. For this knowing is a great knowing the world is unaware. They should have it. You should share it. It might save someone from coming to that dreaded place. It might save you.

Just think about that for a minute.

It might save you.

As for the place of life disposition, the Judgment Hall...that is another article for another day, Father has stated. So another day then. But it will come. And I perceive, not in some distant time, but soon enough.

If it were me and it is, I would read this treatise thoroughly to understand its inward parts, for they are many. Keys and codes are revealed herein. If you will have it.

Or treat it flippantly. Many will. Some, no way. The gravity of such a knowing will land four square upon themselves like a great boulder of doom and foreboding. Others will laugh, smirk, and declare, “it cannot be so!”

This was all, back in the day of days, common teachings, once upon a time. But since the days of Constantine, all this has been removed from the world. To keep you blind, stupid, and declaring, there is no God. You have the freewill to believe whatever you want. But that does not change the facts of life and its warp and woof of being.

We live in a time when this knowing comes again the world.

To help you understand the life you are living. And why you are living it. And what it all means. And why it is going the way it is going. And, of a truth, we are in End Times.

I hope and pray this one particular article causes many of you to pause and do a much needed LIFE REVIEW. And, please, do yourself a favor, and pray first to Our Father Above, YHVH, that he help you see the life that is your own with the right eyes, the right understanding, and so that you can then find a way out of hell. The dry places.

That way is and always will be, Christ Yeshua.

Don

 

 

The dry places – A public service announcement Updated

The dry places – A public service announcement

Don Bradley

August 31, 2025

Update

After reading the below, the perceptive soul will realize much is obviously missing. Correct. Like the place is one immense sound dampener. Sound doesn't travel there; the place eats sound, unless within 2 feet of your head. Fact. Taste is gone, because everything is dust. Ever taste dust? You cannot say you have, because dust has no discernible flavor of any kind that can be noted. Fact. It's more akin to being in a kind of vacuum of life. As in, not much life force is present that makes life what it is up above on Earth and certainly, in Heaven. Fact.

The idea of the article was outcome avoidance. As in, are you sure this is the club med or Valhalla you thought you were going to? Because this is none of that. And the levels lower than this one are far, far worse. Like Tartarus or Tartaria or Sheol. Or...or....or... 

Isn't it interesting that coven controlled opposition is pushing Tartaria as our purposely hidden past, using demonAI images to sell it? What a complete demonic mind F. It is.

Think. Why do you think demons are so very desperate to get above in a person or at least an animal up above? It's life and life force, that does not exist below. Where demons reside is a nowhere nothing nada place. It's all above on Earth as it is in Heaven. Dude....wake up!   

Don

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