Fall, Harvest Moon, Witches Black Sabbath Weekend Fake Jewbie Yom Kippur (Atonement)

 Fall, Harvest Moon, Witches Black Sabbath Weekend Fake Jewbie Yom Kippur (Atonement)

Don Bradley

9-18-26

YESHUA IS WHAT MATTERS. ONLY HIM. NO ONE ELSE. Ignore me, follow YESHUA. Please. Read the Holy Word, every day. A great deal. Especially the Gospels. BE FREE. 

Certainly not I. 

 

 The sky over the river jordan, 2000 years ago.

 

 A dove, coming out the mouth of a lamby, looking upward to heaven. What we saw that day, after I baptized Yeshua.

 

How to begin on this one. At the beginning, of course. Seems reasonable.

As most of you do not realize, entire years and decades are masterfully planned by the dark side so they can prepare the sacrifices in the right places in the world, do all the needful things, get their ducks in order – as we used to say – do all their preparatory spell casting, rites, and so on, so that each dark alignment they do, some small, some great, can go off to the specifications provided by the fallen, satan, and so on. Wow, what a rather immense run on sentence. Millions of dollars, dead children, intense focus and study are put into these plans for maximum spiritual effect in the astral and heavenly realms (the 1^st heaven) in their hopes to defeat Almighty YHVH, His son Yeshua, and the order of creation as proclaimed by the stars above us since the creation of this world. Super computers, high level RAND group level high IQ assets are deployed so every possible detail is gone over, again and again, and then their plans set forth. Years in advance. Many years.

But the stinkers also have to be fluid in their calculations because there are variables present that just piss them off. There are a few people in the world whom stand in opposition to this, understand this completely, and also, see everything they do. Because our Heavenly Father sees everything they do, long before mankind was even created. And this is whom they think they are going to outsmart. (Wait a moment, as I am laughing that dolphin laugh right now.) And these guys(?) are just trying to make rent and have to spend a great deal of time dealing with such things, because the world knows them not, and even if if it did, would no doubt, care less. When their very survival of all this, is totally ignored. Because, hey...there are so many skillful distractions, and the planned to keep you distracted with boomer this, and incel that, and race war this and ALL OF YOU are falling for it.

You see what I'm saying here?

You see our, my, problem? And when the village dork gives this over, it's completely ignored, laughed at, and off they go to play video games or deal with the thugs breaking in their house while they are trying to watch TV. That's part of the distraction, too. Keep you buried in a survival trip so you couldn't help or do anything about it, should you be so aware. And if made so aware, it becomes a mere idle curiosity. Dude, that surfer head case is weird and I think, off his rocker.

And being made so aware, practically shrug their shoulders and go on and on about, “so what do you expect ME to do about it surfer dork? Well?

Only what Yeshua expects you do to about it, not I.

Pray earnestly against their doings. Costs nothing, a few minutes a day, and you can still make fun of me and I certainly won't mind.

As I mentioned to Dad last night, an hour without slander and attacks is like a day without sunshine. You could even pray for me – something I've rarely asked for – to help me in my walk and way for you and Yesh. Not asking for money, I gave that up as a bad beat. I am grateful the trickle that came in for a few days, though. IN TEARS GRATEFUL. Because it's a rare experience for me that anyone even cares enough to help with someone whose dedicated his life – life after life – to helping mankind. Enough of that.

What? Do without my go to restaurant lunch this Saturday to help that jagoff? Dream on, dude. Rather, let's take him out back and beat the living shite of him.

Okay. Now that sounds about right.

So, when gloom and doom comes for you, remember you were far too busy trolling the internet on reddit or twitter to bother to pray for yourselves or the world or knocking out a block of time on video games seemed of moment. Or even those sounding the alarm and what to do about it. And it's not about guns, bullets, or bombs. Millions of angels just sit around waiting to be asked and sent for. But need your REAL prayers to the most High – rules of earth – so they can be sent.

How long have you been waiting so and so?

Haven't been sent downstairs in more than a month.

I'm sorry friend. I ask and implore for more prayer, no one listens. Even the Holy Word tells them to pray every day for the defeat of dark powers. Few do it.

We know. We know.

For every angel sent, there are already 10,000 demons present in this world plying their trade. It's true. Witches work their little butts off summoning around the clock putting them here. And then, and this is the part that makes me weep to my Great Sadness, most folks open doorway after doorway, letting these demons into their lives to make a ruin of it.

I must be ranting, because this feels suspiciously like a rant to me. I've ranted before, I know when I'm dong so. I could end this right here and go watch an old ONE STEP BEYOND from the 1950s. Those old shows are always fun to watch, at this hour of the night. At least the ranting would stop. Okay, I'll get to the point.

To truncate things immensely and not waste any of your time further, let's just pick this up from the recent Revelations 911 rituals done last Friday

the real meaning of emergency numbers being 911

September 11 twin tower mega rituals done and the predictive programming for DECADES, not just a few years and the worship of same by high level devils every year. It's why the Hildebeast Jezebel was taken out on 9-11-2016. as a warning to others. That was my piece of work. As I stated at the time and since. That fake double they run to pretend she is still alive...what a joke. They couldn't get a clone of her; her Jezebel DNA was just that rotten.

And is used as a powerful hex on any doing, person, or place. The little shites even and always stick it on every phone number they've given me in the last dozen years and slap in the face to me. It's true.

R911 and inversions of that, like 119 or 191 are satanically linked to all these doings. And the main ritual event each year, IS SEPTEMBER 11^th.

the battles taking place with myself and all of hell, ending with over 1,500 of these villains going into the abyss, including a bunch of Zoronism Rabbis that stupidly took me on and went into the Abyss as well. I call that night and since, THE GREAT MOANING. It's the sound souls make as they depart for good and all, into that place, never to be seen or heard from ever again, for all time. This isn't hell. This is THE END, beyond hell. When you so completely cease to be, even beyond the Book of Life, that very soon, none can even recall your name, even if they should see it written down. It's true.

Wasn't Rabbi stinkerhead pedo boy, your teacher at Princeton?

I don't recall such a person, are you sure?

That's what your diploma says?

Look again, even that name on that paper, has vanished, as time passes on.

The Abyss.

Want to go?

I spent 3 weeks, night after night, in battle culminating in the finally battle last Friday, resulting in a thing now called in Heaven, as the Great Moaning. It's a name I was and am, permitted to give to that night. The elders allowed me that honor. It's been quiet in the last 7 days. But also, I had to deal with this whole rent thing that I barely made, twice, because of a F up on my part – gee thanks Don (gha gha gha gha gha)– and while all that is going on in the Heavenlies and the nonsense on Earth, packing to become homeless. You'll miss me when I'm gone. You'll see. Not today, but one day. I have no doubt in my mind, next months rent won't be along like always. Sorry, I'm ranting again. But with a smile, always that. Not angry rants, just seeing the inevitable for you and myself and there it is. It's the terms and conditions I agreed to when coming here. I can see the very future of every detail in the world upcoming, small or great, but my own walk and way are as all men; one day a time without foreknowledge except when danger is inbound. THAT He does show me, the day before it happens or just an hour. It's up to Father. The Patriarchs like Jacob (Ron Wyatt), the Apostles, all agreed to the same conditions. Even Elisiyahu. He's here, too. I'm just point on this whole thing, as foretold for 3000 years in the Holy Word.

Like I always say, Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. Because as sure as shinola, it's the worst that happens when it comes to myself. You battle the world's powerful witches, the entire satanic population of this world AND the powers of hell on a daily. Tell me how you do. And I've been at death's door so many times, they keep it cracked open for me. So to say.

Okay. You can just ignore the preamble if you wish. Let's get to cases. But in that, there is some useful information there. I think. And He approves, so it's all good, as we say in our time.

Wait. As for the future, I mention it without dates, because they always change it. Like turning the lindsay clancy guy into a demonAI gay black man. I should have waited see. Tells you how rigged and planned that little distraction was for you all. And the witches used your emotional energy – certainly their own – to open up doors to hell for child murder WIDE. How many of you prayed against that, as advised? See our problem?

The problem is YOU.

I hear witches say the world over that when I'm gone, they are going to throw the world's biggest parties in history. I believe them on that score. Hey...be happy in your work. King shlomo once said, whatever thy hand findeth to do, do thy doggonist. I'm paraphrasing to 19^th century parlance.

You've had enough of this article? So have I. Let's get to the meat and potatoes.

But first, a word from the masses. “You don't sound like someone whom works for Heaven.”

How would that be? Put on airs, a long white robe and act like some priest from Rome and pretend to to pretend? I refuse. I deliberately don't do that. I talk intentionally like a guy raised in America because I was. I'm not going to put on the long face, carry a staff around, wear John and Yeshua clothes from 2000 years ago, grow a beard, and act like some Great Messenger from the Most High and play the buffoon. That's simply ridiculous.

I wouldn't know how to pretend to pretend and who in Heavens name would ever take such a walking, talking joke like that seriously? I sure wouldn't. I'd be, right off, FAKE. Plus, even if I entertained such a persona, Dad would slap me upside the head for EVEN CONSIDERING such a deception. If you are waiting for Vatican inspired, jewbie funded fakaroo, that idiot they want to run on you so very bad they can taste it, but they KNOW, the moment they do. HE DIES. In a very public way. I insist. So does Heaven. And dig this, fake Eliyahu, I'm the guy whose going to do it to you. How dare you even consider pretending to rep Yeshua and Dad. That is ONE thing, that actually gets my dander up, baby raper.

What's even worse, there are guys out there with channels on Youtube that actually dress like that, talk like that, wear beards like that, and try to imply like that, that they are sent from heaven guys. They drank the spell casted kool aid of buffoonery and do not see it. I'm not saying they are bad people; not at all. But some great and helpful teachers are out there whom have gone mental now walk around wearing 1^st century clothes. Dude. Stop it. You are making fools of yourselves. And you claim to rep Heaven? No wonder you don't get a dozen miracles a day. Heaven is not going to validate a public fakearoo buffoon. You are dazed and confused and are under powerful satanic spells and no one has ever told you so? Why? I won't mention names. Do I need to? You know who they are. They embarrass us. I will never criticize a brother or sister's walk or way. I know what happened to me to get me here; Heaven knows how you got this far, too. Russ and Rob never fell into that trap; I know them both, saw Russ last week; he and Rob died four days apart in October 2021, murdered. A few days after that, they appeared in my kitchen. We talked. For you buffoons, Stop it. For thine own sake. Stop pretending to pretend to be a thing THAT IS NOT SO.

And I can tell you something else, only two people know. Russ Dizdar was an Apostle, come again. I told you all once, they came for the End days. There are still a few around, most came and left. That's how close we are to the END.

There are guys walking around, right now, in Jerusalem doing exactly that. With the staff, the clothes, the beard, all of it. Embarrassing. For them, not us. For them. Stop playing the fool guys. Dang...

Upcoming, we have these synchronized satanic doings this weekend and early next, mostly centered upon one date. September 22, 2026.

First, last Friday's Revelations 911/September 11 2026 chart I provided on September 10^th, shall we. And up front, I apologize for not explaining it to you. I've been busy, as you can imagine, and figured if you really wanted to know, someone would have asked. No one did. Thanks, that lets me off the hook. If I get the time this weekend, I'll do so, but that's yet ANOTHER article to write and well...

Let's look at that synchronization now.

Let's make it a punch list, shall we.

Witches black sabbath of Fall;

Harvest moon zone;

Fake YOM KIPPUR, the black hat jewbies did to ruin the true date and time of Yom Kippur (Atonement), which is October 23, 2026. (and they shall change the times and seasons, to deceive all.) That's why we have daylight savings, to ruin in daily time itself. President Wilson did that to you, a crypto jewbie, whom dragged America into a foreign war, World War 1. The satanists have kept it going ever since, over a hundred years ago.

First day of Fall;

Many other satanic cult groups, too many too mention each one, all their their particular brand of these dates, to celebrate their demon “gods” from the Indians (dot not feather), Islam, Catholics, Scientologist, Santa (Satan) Maria, ISIS (both Israeli secret intelligence services, cult groups, and a name of Nimrod) bla bla bla. Do some research your own selves, if you care to bother. These all have rites and rituals setup between NOW and September 23, all of them. Except real Christians. We don't do nor need to bother about such doings, for we'd be none if we did so. What Saint needs the workings of hell, to get on with ANYTHING.

Full Moon zone;

Etc etc etc. You get the idea

But...Saints, Christians, Prayer Warriors all. Hear me, I pray you. Hear me now.

Pray against these dark doings. Break them up. Make their hideous black magic rites mean nothing. Please. Please. Please. If you don't know how to do that, Eduardo has, on his bithell channel, all the necessary Dizdar Prayer Warrior videos BY AN APOSTLE and the how, why and easy doing of such a thing as REAL PRAYER WARRIOR WORKS, are right there.

Edu's bithell channel. Under that name. Just download them, so you can watch them on whatever device you like. Or whatever. These are NOT big files.

Is it too much to ask of you. Doesn't seem like much to me. But, hey, I've found it's easier to not be, than to be. Right?

Here's the juice, friends. Millions of witches, all of them, are throwing down over this period. What an organization satan has on Earth. Millions. Powerful witches too. Seriously powerful witches. And one and all, they have been TUNING UP since midsummer just for this time. And there's very good reason for it, I will give over after the next seven days has come and gone, but not one day sooner.

That depends upon you and your freewill.

Please don't leave this to just half a dozen prayer warriors IN THE WORLD, like always. I mean really. How can you call yourselves Saints, and be such do nothings. You expect a jewel in your crown at the end of all this. Sure, you get crown, but no jewels. Because you were too busy, now weren't you.

I have seven.

You are given a talent and why don't you turn it into 3, or 5, 10 talents? That's what THAT PARABLE REALLY MEANS. Do I have to spell it out for you? Well, I just did. This isn't to shame you. It's to INSPIRE YOU.

When I leave this life, I already get two more jewels. Join me. Let's follow that highest of high straight ways to the highest of high dimensions. Crown is enough?

Freewill baby, freewill. Thanks for dumping the load on the few who don't care about jewels at all.

We CARE ABOUT YOU.

That's our motive.

For those that do so, Be now Thrice blessed in Heaven and Earth. Amen and Amen.

For those that don't. Freewill, I won't judge your walk and way. Heaven forbid. I'm glad to see you made it, in this last life of End times.

Don

As for explanation of the above chart, will do it tomorrow. I did this in a single run through and just finished it at...12.21am PST. (wow, a palindrome number. I love it when Dad signs stuff.)

It's him. Kill it. I get alot of that.

Only Yeshua can radiate the Royal Violet. None other in Heaven and Earth.

This captcha gave me a lifetime ban at 4chan, four years ago. Cern has been dead ever since. But oh no, you'll believe demonAI and every time. I know this.

And they shall see you as you really are...

9-17-26

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhlosCxWB8E

 

 

What's a little spell casting among friends? Right?

 Email to the Village Dork

Don Bradley 

9-17-26

 

If you send me an email and do not get a response, it's because CIA and MOSSAD have blocked me from the public for YEARS. They are deathly afraid of my return and being in the world and you KNOWING ABOUT IT. The only reason they allow this and another site is to data mine intelligence from On High, From YHVH. That, they do want.

That's why. I never got your email. And the occasional one that slips through and I reply to, is always returned unsendable for a number of BS reasons, as they do. 

If you are truly seeking contact for your Walk and Way with Yeshua (Jesus), they will never allow that.  Never. Then the punishment descends upon them. They don't care. 

Don 

PS. Here's what you do. Just read the site. Likely, your question has been already answered here many times. I serve Yeshua and YHVH. That's it. No other demon false "gods" nor the fallen. In point of fact, I am at war with the powers of hell. 

PSS. If you are witch or intelligence asset and make a move to play me through email, don't bother. I'll know it. Who do you think you are fooling?  

 

 

 Rain Judgment Miami and New York ongoing

9-17-26

Don Bradley 

 I do these updates about every 3 weeks or so, when I get around to it. Housekeeping stuff to me. DB

As can be seen below, the rain judgment against Miami and New York goes on and on. It was extended past summer to fall, then fall to winter, because they kept doing naughty things with this work for our Father. As you all know. So, as they continue to do these things, it keeps getting extended another 3 months, another 3 months. And so on. They delete articles about judgments and then this and other things keep happening and new things. Like now, I just posted this and already, they deleted all the search labels on it and by next week, this will be gone. See? It's like whack a mole. If a bunch of jewbies in New York and Miami like getting slammed with endless storms, keep it up. Takes all of 15 seconds to do an extension and this is one of mine, not our Fathers.

I don't get all the weather stuff, because there is so much other going on, plus whatever that week's attacks and life and death niceties. I maintain this on Our Spiritual World site, but occasionally toss one over on Daily Messenger.

Here's some stuff since end of August.

 

 

 

 

Want to know whom I AM - Don? Really read what's written here

Don Bradley 9-16-26  

My surf spot, Fariah Beach. This is not about surfing. It's much deeper than that. For you skim readers.

You know...try and LIVE the Holy Word once in awhile. Love your enemies as yourselves. Try it. You'll live a great deal better as a soul than you ever did. Unless they are there to kill you. Then be ready, because that does happen.

My best friend is coven and was once upon a time, SALOME. Let that one roll around in your noggin. Now, can you love your killer? Can you? 

Burning down my surf spot during the Thomas fire. THANKS!

Want to really know who I am? Read this section. So many of you just skim these articles, data mining or simply uninterested. I understand. You treat your life the same way.

Our CHURCH. The real thing. Our Father is NOT found in a building made by men. Holy Word will tell you that truth. The building is a trap for souls, especially in our time. Any time.

Acts 7 

48Howbeit the most High dwelleth not in temples made with hands; as saith the prophet, 

 This spot is great for Long Boards. Sunboard, mine own, is a 9'6” long, perfectly balanced wave eater; do you know how hard it is to find a board that fits you, your weight and soul? And the only way you can truly know is to paddle out and take him down the line, That means you had to buy it first. We could never afford a new board. No money for that. But we were always fortunate. When we bought our boards, most were bought from guys who HAD MONEY, surfed once, couldn't take the danger and being thrashed by powerful waves slamming them into sand bars on the ocean floor and then sold their pristine boards. Some were really old – Rhino chaser and Rincon Ghost, were long in the teeth. A horse term.

We always named our personal boards. We'd fix cracks, breaks, dings, dents, ourselves. Learned how to do it. Poor people have to do for themselves. Can't afford a surf shop, pro repair.

Rincon Ghost, Mister Acabano, Sunboard, Rhino Chaser, Foam board. Plus a few others we were given we kept around to teach anyone – for free – how to surf. If they asked, we provided. We taught a great many young guys and gals, how to surf. Our pleasure, any time.

Sunboard and I and a son.

To this day, my surfboard sits on a shelf behind me, 4 feet away. Since 2007, there is a board where I do my daily work...for you all and Heaven for more than twenty years now. I have a thing with water.

And the Great Master of Surfing, Chipper Bro, became our instant friend and over summers, hung out with us at the beach. We loved the guy. Chipper Bro created an outfit called BEST DAY EVER; and we helped him. I couldn't donate money – what money? But I could give all I was and am, for others. That I could do. What BDE was, is a group of surfers and volunteers that took autistic children out on the waves, safe and sane, so they could experience the joys of the ocean, they could never otherwise realize in their lives. We did this every summer for years. 3 times a summer for a weekend. Kayaking, surfing, small boating, like that. I still have half a dozen blue T shirts from those days. It was wonderful.

An autistic lives in a well, looking up, to live life seeing it through a very narrow lens. For their sins of a previous life. Born into coven families. That didn't mean anything to son Matt and I. We wanted to give and help, and give them a remembrance of a time when anything was possible and the lens was widened and STAYED WIDENED. For the rest of their days. I little gift I gave them, the parents never knew about, until later. And they call me the bad guy. Wow.

And dig it. All those parents hated me for that. One time, was at a beach eatery and sitting in front of me was this 13 year old autistic girl with her family and grandparents. I could never afford to eat at this spot, a dear friend took me there as a treat. Thank you. During the meal, she kept smiling at me, sometimes crying, and kept pointing at me. Finally, I took a risk and did it. Dad said no healing, for her atonement was not yet finished. Poop. But what I did was, was got up, went around the tables and as I approached she launched up from her chair and bum rushed me with the most powerful hug I've ever received IN MY LIFE. She was crying. I held her in my arms, told it was just this life and no other and peace would follow her all her days. They vaxxed that little girl and killed her. Once as a child that made her that way, autistic and later, with the Vax weapon for real. She sleeps, but not in the dry places.

Thanks mommy.

I've only ever tried to do for these lost souls in covens and to this day, they try to kill me. Not asking for thanks. Don't want it. But wow.

Me and Chipper Bro, a BIG GUY. Center of pic

Chipper Bro – the man, the legend, the surf king. He's actually famous, in those circles.

He's coven, but we never cared about that. We loved him. I take people as I find them. He was one of the very few coven guys that actually was decent to us. Oh well.

You know...try and LIVE the Holy Word once in awhile. Love your enemies as yourselves. Try it. You'll live a great deal better as a soul than you ever did. Unless they are there to kill you. Then be ready, because that does happen.

My best friend is coven and was once upon a time, SALOME. Let that one roll around in your noggin. Now, can you love your killer?

 

 

 

 

C street. Surfer's point. Nick and Nater and baby the ever faithful truck.

We lived on peanut butter sandwiches, so we could have gas money to get to the beach. Not much has changed. Please stop poisoning my food when I go buy something. Finding my barely affordable lunch spiked with cayenne or a mountain of onions I said NOT to put in, or glass or spit is just...off putting. I have to throw it out. I am asking Tehachapi to stop doing that. Please.

I've been a wave dork for a very long time, long before sons. I always had a thing with water. Rather than sit at home as my sons grew up, I offered surfing when they were very young – never allowed video games nor play stations in the home, I forbade it. They loved it. It became a family passion, and brought us to OUR PLACE OF WORSHIP, where the sand meets the ocean and the water meets the sky, there's a place that I walk along sometime....

The village dork with Rhino Chaser.

That time with Our Father, feeling the Great Sea beneath you – a cathedral of worship – for my family.

What we did, was drive out to the Fariahs, or Rincon, or C street at sunrise. Unpack my very old Toyota truck and once at the spot we'd select for that day, say a prayer of thanksgiving. Suit up, take a big swig of distilled and blessed water, and head out. During summer and school breaks, we went surfing every other day. For years and years. Once a surfer always a surfer. You surf for LIFE. Because...

We surfed year round, when most surfers were summer only guys. Not us, every weekend we went to a REAL CHURCH. Dead of winter, no one at the beach but us. We'd just wear booties and gloves so our feet and hands wouldn't go numb.

It's a crossroads of the first magnitude. Water, sky, mountains, angels, Yeshua, and YHVH. After suiting up, we'd paddle out, saying Dad's prayer to ourselves until we were outside the waves. Then we'd gather into a circle, face the cliffs overlooking Fariah Beach and thank Him for this hour and this day. Bless our friends in the water. Say Grace and the Great Prayer taught by John at the river Jordan, you all know don't you. Our Father, whom art in Heaven...

About every week, pods of dolphins would hang out with us outside and we'd surf with them. Don't believe it? So what. We had an ongoing giggle FOR YEARS. It went like this.

I saw that baby dolphin kick your ass and knock you off your board. We'd all laugh. This was said anytime one of us would wipe out. And it actually did happen. To play with us, these dolphins would ride underneath or right by us, going down the line. Then, the little darlings would smack our skeg (the guiding fin, underneath all surfboards. A kind of fixed rudder; you steered a board like you steer a skateboard, with balance and your soul) and surprise, surprise, surprise, you no longer had your board beneath your feet. You went straight into the washing machine for however long the spirits of the water wanted to keep you there. That's a fact. You could hear the dolphins laughing. I still laugh like that, Gha gha gha. Around the house, when I laugh at myself for being a dork; only thing I laugh at, never others. Those whom laugh at the misfortune of others, even tripping or falling, have STUNTED SOULS. That's cruelty. The baby dolphin laugh. We loved those guys, too. Miss them, miss them, miss them. I quite obviously, need to go see my friends at the ocean. For a day or a life.

Fire guys destroyed our place of Worship.

We loved Fariah. Unlike most Cali surf spots, it was isolated, little known, and we made it something more than what we found, back in the day. As you do. For ourselves and others. Then the fire shite heads burned it all to the ground, of a purpose, in 2017. We never went to the more popular spots. Too crowded. Too many jerks. Too many thieves that will rob you while you are out in the waves. Which one guy tried to do to us. We caught him. Called the cops. Guy was coven. He wanted to take our passion away from us, but we saw him and raced in to stop that. Called the cops. COPS WOULDN'T' ARREST HIM. MADE EXCUSES FOR HIM AND LET HIM GO. When the cop left, the guy just laughed at us and every so often, would show up at our spot while we were there and stink eye us.

One coven guy tried to beat up my son Nathan when he was 15 – twice his size and in his 40s. Covens sent male witches in to harass us. Then they learned the hard way about fire. But...still they came on and on, every so often. We were away from people, but oh no, that's not good enough. (this sounds so familiar. Wait. It will come to me. Oh Yeah. Tehachapi) Have to come and try and ruin our walk and way. It's still that way. STILL. I've learned the most hardest of ways, you can never make peace with devils whom live by hate. They never stop. They just scheme their next plans. They only understand, sadly, one thing. So, that's what you have to do to live.

See how they do to us?

Do you SEE IT?

This is how we are treated, by covens, all our lives.

I live the Psalms, and the ever long complaint of King Daud. Almost half the Psalms are David complaining of just this kind of shite. Read them sometime. Turn off the TV for 5 minutes and read a Psalm a day. It will do you well. If you want.

Son Matthew.

 

My favorite surf month? October.

I used to always want a wife or girlfriend whom was what I called, a Santa Barbara girl. This is a lady, dresses is breezy summer dresses, loves the beach, is there every chance she gets, and has a little light in her eyes, walk, and way. I saw her from time to time, but she was always, already taken. Some other fortunate son had her and she had him. It was never to be for me. Not in any life. Those lives where I was allowed a family, she never appeared. Waiting for Our Father to turn me on for that life or doing. By doing time, the dream I hoped for was never to be. We would marry, love for life, and raise a happy family – like the rest of mankind. Not me. Never in the cards. I did the best I could and the boys mother, was the best I could in this life. After she booted me from the family because of Yeshua, I never ever was with a woman except as a friend again. I've been a virgin since those days. I've tried since then, but Dad always forbade it. Not for you son. For you cannot serve mankind and Heaven and a wife for what you must be.

Do I miss it? What do you think. I am a man after all. But I just sublimate all those energies into my Walk and Way. Many do. It's for the better. Father knows best.

Don

I see now why He wanted this written up, but was uncomfortable talking about myself. I am not what matters...

 

YESHUA IS WHAT MATTERS 

Don Bradley WBM 95.5 FM Radio Manhattan NYC

Don Bradley WBM 95.5 FM Radio Manhattan NYC

9-15-26 

First show, getting to know me. Radio show, only one since 1999, on January 1, 2018.

Second show, forthcoming, the Thomas Fire. Geoff got my addy wrong. Not Palo Alto, Ojai California.

https://old.bitchute.com/video/lzxpJLL0ztEQ/ 

Thomas fire ancedotes and just...stuff Updated every day until I am done

Thomas fire anecdotes and just...stuff

The Thomas fire was so named because of where these fire guys started the fire. Devil's Hole on Highway 150, right at the Jesuit Thomas Aquinas School - How fitting.

Don Bradley 9-14-26

I remember every day of it, so very clearly. I have perfect recall of that ugly satanic doing of theirs. I recently was requested to attend a graduation of fire guys, and they had their designated burn assignment chief for California; a witch so in love with herself, all she talked about for 10 long minutes was how exciting it was to choose a locale, they were putting the torch to. I couldn't believe my ears. And these were NOT “training burns” or back burns. She even name dropped some famous fires she designed and how thrilling it all was doing so. And how fun it was flying around in a chopper watching it all go down. Every time she mentioned starting a burn at multiple points, the other fire guys started applauding. I was right. IT IS ALL OF YOU.

I literally almost fell to the floor. Because there I was, ever wondering what witch was the finger on the trigger. It was this lady. And there she was, 25 feet in front of me. But I forbear. Because of the setting. It wouldn't do to bring the amount of blood on this wart covered witches hands and souls to them all. Lindsay Clark has nothing on this bish. Anyways. This was April 2026. It was all I could to leave that room untouched. I had them all right there. Dad put me there. But 2 sons were there in the audience and their witch mother. So... They were this close.

Dad puts me where I need to be. Being whom I AM.

Want more anecdotes? I have a bunch. If this bores you, don't read. You didn't read the Thomas fire post I put up, most of you. Don't want to be bothered with facts on the ground. Just keep drinking that kool aid. When it comes for you, you'll never see it coming. That I KNOW.

DAY THREE of the Thomas fire, surrounded by flames and walking in the worst death zones night and day a man can be and put himself in, was Pearl Harbor day, December 7^th, 1941. My mother's uncle, John Martin, was on the Battleship California that morning and died because of torpedo and bomb hits by the Japs. That was a planned event between the higher ups in NYC, London, Washington DC, and Tokyo. 3 years in the making. All those documentaries, other than the actual battles, are total bs. Really. John John, as Mom called him, was a firemen on the battleship. He was killed. So, every year, for her sake and the family and that' s just me now, I do a post on Pearl Harbor.  I even made a 3d scale recreation of the battle with ships planes and other things. Took a month, for school project. Got an A back in 1971.

Thanks for murdering G uncle John John.

Most people don't even know what I am talking about when I say Pearl Harbor. That's a fact. Just skip this section then or turn on the TV and leave it on, as many do; hey...gotta get that Mkultra programming somehow, right? It's easier to not be than to be. In my experience.

Here's why I mention it now. Lots of guys died that day; a blood sacrifice to kick off a deadly and ugly war for Jewbies. That's a fact.

But here's the point. First, some pictures.

Battleship Arizona, blowing up in the harbor as the main powder magazine detonated.

 Kaboom. Guess which fallen angel this is, the witches invoked for the event.Some of these are so visible...unless you don't want to see. Lots of that around.

Battleship row, ablaze. Like the Thomas fire, lots of dead guys, for the sacrifice.

At the Arizona Memorial – ever been there? – a face in the oil of the dearly departed - the damned and dead, still trapped in time. That can happen.

Battleship California, after many torpedo and bomb hits. John John died there. Face in the oil slick of departing sailors. You can see, by watching the attack footage, souls appearing in trees, the lawns, the waters, the oil, the smoke. As they go bye bye. Check out the smoke and the oil slick below. I helped with one, find the other 3 in the shot. If you cannot see any of this, that's on you. I have more, but this is enough.

This is going to be a long one; here's some of it. For history's sake, most could care less about. And if you are an invading thug with no history with this land, right. Go pray to babaganush your demon idols. If I sound cynical, it's because I report what I see. The children of our time are as clueless as can be and that's by design. Stupid people are EASY to control and manipulate.

And they call me the Bad Guy. Wow.

 

UPDATE 9-15-26

The dog snatchers – Ojai Pink Jeep Tours

So, when out and about during the fire, I kept coming across in the evacuated Encino Drive area, these fat lesbians that were in those pink jeeps, with cages in the back. They were putting the snatch on dogs, because of New Moon was the next day. So, finally, the 3^rd time, I sat and waited and sure enough. Here she comes again – they had two jeeps out hunting dogs and cats for ritual – she stops, kicks in someone's backyard gate, and runs off with a poodle in her arms. I bum rush her. “What are you doing?”

Bish drops the doggie and jumps into her jeep – which already had a couple of dogs in it – and sped off. Now, before you jump up and defend her, explain to me

1. why did she kick in the gate? If she was Supposed to be there.

2. Why did she drop the poodle and take off, if she was doing a rescue? All she had to do was say, I'm rescuing animals. She would have left a note on the door. That's how its done. Had to help a lady in burning river bottom move some horses – because I owned 5 horses once and had an 11 acre ranch, back in the mid 1990s, in the mountains above LA, and that's what we did. These two lesbians never left any notes, I checked. Did I rat her out? How could I without proof. They would just deny and accuse me of shite, I knew.

I bet those people never knew what happened to fido and fifi; but Dad says they ultimately did find out, because of ring cameras, even those days – when they came home from wherever, because Encino was under evac, but no one paid it any never mind when they found out it was being protected, which I let the covens know right off, was so. They all came home after 3 days. This was 2 weeks into the fire. They trusted and believed; they also kept their homes. Anyways. These women only went to houses that were still vacant from Evac orders. Nothing ever happened to them, because they kept doing jeep tours and never were arrested. No one was, for animal snatching nor looting, which I saw both. Stealing from your neighbors. Wow...

Just stuff that never made it into the original article at the time.

Thomas Fire – Full Moon beginnings.

They kicked off the Thomas on the Full Moon zone of December 2017 occurred on Sunday, December 3, 2017, at 8.46 PST. Then power outage of 13 hours. Then a fire lit at the devil's hole at midnight on December 4^th 2017.

Understand the occult significance? Fire lady really dialed this one in.

Fire guys starting fires and not “back burns” like the programmed public was conned into. Where fires had already come through, but left many structures untouched. They came back and made sure those homes burned down. Highway 192 and EVR road, Montecito.

Real serial killers.

Fire put out by Dad in the day, relit by fire guys at sunset. A little game that went on for 18 days. To this day, I ask myself, why didn't I stop all this. That would mean a lot of killing. And to thousands of fire guys. For they were all over 3 counties, constantly lighting fires.

Fifteen miles away from the fire, an entire ridge takes out upper carpenterta. Amazing how that happens. And NO wind so don't say embers on the wind. That would set an entire ridge up in smoke all at once, as was going on.

On the radio in NYC. WBA 99.5 FM RADIO GEOFF

https://old.bitchute.com/video/lzxpJLL0ztEQ/ 

So, this guy from New York reads my blog and wants me on his Manhattan Radio show. For reals. Why? You guys haven't allowed me to do radio or TV shows since the 1990s, when I did them for years. I still have a gear bag full of cassette tapes of all those radio shows – its full – and a BIG box of VHS tapes of all the morning and afternoon local TV shows, From Kentucky to Hollywood. They wanted to know about angels and word got around I knew about them. 1994 to 1999. I even did a few Jeff Rense shows. I was the guy they called. I have the proof, still have the tapes and show times and publicity pages from newspapers in those days. When I started talking about chemtrails, all that stopped. Oh well.

Even in the late 1990s, I and about 5 other people WERE THE ONLY ONES IN THE WORLD, TALKING ABOUT CHEMTRAILS. I even made a video, back in 2002, CLOUDS OF DEATH. Chemtrails are NOT geo engineering. That's a CIA disinformation limited hangout. It's bio weapons, Want to know how they do geo engineering. And I can prove it. New article coming on REAL GEO ENGINEERING.I can just hear them howling at CIA.  

I used to be a class 3 semi famous guy in those guys and was considered a “kind of authority” on angels. Because I COULD PROVE THEIR EXISTENCE, when no one else could. And why not; the angels and God and demons are all a fiction crowd hated me. So what. Hate away. I don't care.

Want to see them?

Anyways – this is a month after the fires – he gets me on his show, It goes for nearly 2 hours prime time in Manhattan. For reals. Thing was though, my voice was shot, gone, blown out. For living and breathing dense smoke with 100 foot visibility for 18 days and out in the middle of things. I spilled all of it. I sounded like a squeak toy. To me. He said he wanted the interview while it was a fresh topic and my memories would be dead on. Wait six months and no one could care about California burning down. Okay.

Then he had me back on his show, because the ratings were through the ROOF. Never had a more listened to show in his entire broadcast experience. After the second show, the radio show fired him for having me on. Sorry Geoff. Told you that would happen. I'm hated.

I've looked for the two posts on those shows. The jewbies deleted them. Doesn't matter, BECAUSE I HAVE MY OWN COPY OF THE AUDIO AND AM NOW GOING TO UPLOAD IT FOR PEOPLE TO DOWNLOAD AND WATCH.

See how they do?

UPDATE 9-16-26

DEW

Fillmore, 35 miles away from the main burn centered around Ojai, California, goes up in a flash of fire, all at once, along several dozen points. Locals say drones did this, with blue beams. DEW, Directed Energy Weapons. And no one realized that to not get vaporized you have to paint your house roof blue. We know that now, but in 2017, not so much.

Sigh....

Until tomorrow friends. 

 

UPDATE 9-17-26 more tomorrow

Lambys in the fire. By Matthew Bradley. A week after the fire, Matt painted this postage stamp sized  little thingy of a lamb surrounded by flames. It sits behind me 2 feet away on the altar of remembrance.

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Santa Barbara above highway 192, flashes into flames, all at once. Miles away from the main burn in Carpenteria. Without any wind and you can tell because the smoke rises up, not to the left or the right. I'm sure fire guys have an explanation for everything and are even now, discounting all of this.

You'd have to wouldn't you. What floating embers? "Back burn?" 

Lay it on me. But it had better be the truth. 

Thank you for your prayers and donations

Thank you for your prayers and donations

Don Bradley 9-14-26

 

I am grateful for both. Always.

I've tried writing to each of you, but gave it up as a bad job. The addresses are blocked, for me; then I switched to using payhell to write you, you are getting those either, they say.

Won't write your names here. I know you don't need the grief nor attacks. 

You are all blessed, if you will have it. For we learn in 1 Peter, Corinthians, Romans, and Enoch - do we not? - that those whom help the beloved of YHVH, ERASES A MULTITUDE OF SINS. In lightening my load, you've helped yourselves. Thought you should know. Every good is returned in a greater degree, from above.

So, be of good cheer in this giving. I know how tough it is with money in these latter days, living it myself on the daily.

What would have slammed into you, tomorrow or after this life, is now, NO MORE. This is not salvation. Just a lessening of debt. And we all have debt; for no person is without it, none.

Hopefully, more will trickle in. For there is more to living in America than just paying the rent. Right?

So, for those who have or possibly will, my heartfelt thanks. And that always.

Thank you. 

Bless you.

Don

PS. Gracie and Tink, the kitties, thank you as well. 

And for the covens in Tehachapi. Sorry to disappoint you all. I was already packing and my mind was right on leaving - still is if you REALLY WANT. Just keep sending those departure spells at me, which I bust up. I'll get the message.

The dork with an angel over my shoulder. 

If in the sun a great deal, my hair turns blond. Hazel hair. Same with my sons.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Please stop asking...

Don Bradley 9-12-26

 

I gave it 3 days to get to $2k. It didn't do it. It's always the same 4 people. This time, a couple of more than the usual supporters, whom are blessed into a Great Future. Last July 31st 2026, on daily messenger, I had 1.86 million views in a single day. No one wrote or sent in a dime, that whole month, except the same less than ten people. They've carried the load for years. They just can't do it anymore.

Here's how it works. You give what HE guides you to give, not what I say, and I WON'T.

You follow your heart.

If you want to send in a gag donation of 2 bucks, do so.  I get those from time to time. And believe it, it's gratefully received. Even 2 bucks is something. To a poor man.

But if you MUST ask me, the answer MUST remain the same. I'm not your heart, Dad is. Ask HIM. That's whom you should be asking. Not the dork.

Don

 PS. And frankly, it's more than 2k. Because of food, gas, utilities, same as you all. I'm no different. I tried for 7 years to get work. No one would hire me; so if you want to sing the dead beat song on a 67 year old guy. Go ahead. I hear that all the time.  "There goes the dead beat..."

PSS I'm not a Russ or Rob or Kent, or others, who raked in a decent living from their holy walk and way. I am, of a truth, the most hated man in the world. All of hell and 1/ 3 of mankind has sworn to kill me and boy do they try. If you only know, you'd be flabbergasted. What keeps that dorkboy alive? Dad of course. But I must live as a man in the world of men, just like all of you. 

Have a blessed Rosh Chodesh. 

Angel wings hiding in pic below. Can you find them? 

Actually, there's a lot more in this one picture, than wings. And not just in the clouds. Pray, than look. What do you see?

Gadzooks! An angel over a very old Toyota Truck. 

How can that be?

Didn't scientism tell us that angels are a fiction? Jewbie scientists?