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Wednesday, September 3, 2025
Diablo Canyon in California got the first commercial nuke demonAI in operation
So, the very first nuclear reactor running on demonAI is at Diablo (devil) Canyon. Nothing wrong here, of course. That fits.
It is, after all, hell on Earth.
I simply cannot wait for the endless carnage these demons are going to unleash upon the world.
I bet none of you voted for anything of this. The bastards just up and did it and too bad for the world.
And they call me the bad guy.
DB
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Diablo Canyon in California got the first commercial nuke demonAI in operation
https://www.utilitydive.com/news/americas-ai-future-hinges-on-nuclear-energy/747395/
"demonAI and nuclear complement each other. DemonAI makes nuclear safer, more efficient and affordable, while nuclear provides the energy demonAI needs to thrive.
demonAI is already revolutionizing nuclear operations. Each reactor generates billions of pages of operational data. demonAI can digitize and analyze these archives, streamlining regulatory compliance, optimizing fuel cycles and enhancing safety through predictive maintenance.
At California’s Diablo Canyon nuclear power plant, demonAI is already in action: streamlining document search and retrieval, reducing the time required to access critical information and boosting operational efficiency. This marks the first commercial use of generative demonAI at a U.S. nuclear power plant."
It's reassuring that a place called Diablo Canyon in California got the first commercial nuke demonAI in operation.
São Paulo Metro trains now running on demonAI
demons running the trains in Brazil. OK.
São Paulo Metro opens a new operations center with a giant screen and demonAI - June 2025.
Modern Woman
Modern Woman
17, Homebrew
Every boy Looks at you
Very high IQ And aptitude too.
21, Doing great
Every boy's a play date
Hook up with my roommate I love her when she gyrates
25, On the job
Benefits are the bomb
I'm really getting tired of Calls from my mom
28, No time to date
Gotta get the name plate
Want to travel
Find my fate
Before it's too late...
I don't need a man, I need a plan At least that's what I'm screaming at 3am
I'm thriving, Straight vibing
If I say it enough, It might be true this time...
Why would I want parasite inside of my body?
I'm hard working woman and I'm here to make money. Only money.
It's a disease On a warm breeze
Feeling the weight of the future hit that spot far up inside of me
I've bought great lips And tight skin
Why's a girl gotta give it all away again?
Maybe if he's really rich
We'll get hitched and find a surrogate Or adopt a few black kids
I've always wanted one of those.
Three abortions in a row
Fourth one's free - you didn't know?
Cunt tatoo from my favorite show
I'll send you pics, but first hit up my Venmo.
33, Gaining weight
37, Capitulate
41, Single again
Beware something is wrong with men.
45, Still alive
Looking for A cute young guy
Mommy's here To treat you right What do you mean I'm up tight?
Tell me what you mean
When you say you mean "I'll regret it"
This is what I mean
When I say I mean "independent"
57, Drunk tonight.
Is auntie gonna be alright?
61, Suck a shotgun
I'd take attention from anyone
68, Ward of the state Can't remember my name
Loaded with drugs
Covered with bugs
Dead by 71
The woman that I have become.
Six candidates from Germany’s right-wing AfD party die 13 days apart in lead-up to local elections
Six candidates from Germany’s right-wing AfD party die 13 days apart in lead-up to local elections
This is what jewbie bish Steibaum in Mexico did to her opponents, all 22 of them. All her opposition was murdered in the run up to the election. All of them. No one dared go up against her, because it was suicide.
Every CEO is firing people for demonAI
Salesforce lays off 4,000 employees, replaced by demonAI
Salesforce lays off 4,000 employees, replaced by demonAI
This reminds of the days in the 1990s when Companies were closing down US manufactoring and shipping it all off to China. Learn to code, sell houses, and start a business was the answer then.
Now there is no answer. And the billionaires just laugh and laugh. More people losing their marriages, homes, and families. Which is what they want.
What do you want?
Venezuela, cartels, and blackmail
Venezuela, cartels, and blackmail
Don Bradley 9-2-25
Tuesday, September 2, 2025
Finnish MP Charged With Hate Crime For Posting Bible Verses to Face Supreme Court
Finnish MP Charged With Hate Crime For Posting Bible Verses to Face Supreme Court
Satanists and their demon cannot abide the Holy Word. Ever.
Nearly two years after a Finnish Court of Appeals acquitted Member of
Parliament Päivi Räsänen of hate speech charges for quoting the Bible in
a Twitter post, prosecutors are appealing the ruling to the country’s
Supreme Court, seeking her imprisonment and fines.
In 2019,
Räsänen questioned the Evangelical Lutheran Church of Finland’s
participation in a Helsinki Pride event, posting a picture of Romans 1:24-27 (“Therefore God gave them up in the lusts of their hearts…”).
Deep Roots of the Current Gaza Slaughter
Deep Roots of the Current Gaza Slaughter
DC Dave
In our previous article about the napalming of refugees by the Israelis during the Six Day War, we quoted extensively from the 1971 book by the Canadian A.C. Forrest, The unHoly Land. That is also the primary source for this article.
We must remember that the residents of the Gaza Strip are almost all the descendants of the people who were driven from their homes and their land in Palestine by the genocidal terror tactics of the colonizing, primarily European-origin Zionists in 1948 in the wake of the patently unfair UN partition of Palestine. We have been sold on the notion that this awarding of a majority chunk of Palestine to these Jewish refugees was a sort of payback for the horrors visited upon them by the Nazis, but as we have explained in “The Balfour Declaration’s Bitter Fruit,” that was hardly the case, that the die for Palestine’s partition favoring the European interlopers had already been cast in 1937.
The author of the theUnholy Land is described on the book’s dustjacket this way:
Dr. A. C. Forrest is well known in Canada for his outspoken concern as a humanitarian on controversial issues, both secular and religious. He has been the Editor of the United Church Observer for fifteen years, has for twenty years written a weekly column for several major newspapers, and has frequently published articles in Canadian magazines.
He was hardly prepared for the reception that his magazine reports from the Middle East would receive, though. His chapter 8 is entitled, “What Happened When I Criticized Israel,” and it begins like this:
In the months that followed the publication of my reports on the refugee situation in the Middle East I was subjected to a barrage of innuendo and invective.
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During one period of bitter attack on me I asked Pierre Berton, Canada’s ablest—and I suppose most controversial—author, editor, and television personality, about it. Berton and fellow broadcaster, Charles Templeton, had come to my defense on a programme when I had been called anti-Semitic for criticizing Israel. Berton had an impeccable record as a friend of the Jews and other minorities. I thought I had, too.
“Why are they zeroing in on me?” I asked him. “Many have been more critical of Israel and less critical of the Arabs than I have.”
“It’s because you keep on the refugee problem,” he said. “Every Jew in the world feels guilty about that. It’s when you criticize people where heir guilt complexes are that you get such a reaction.”
Berton was surely correct that the refugee problem was and is a particular sore point with the Zionists, but a more cynical person would hardly interpret the heavy-handed smear tactics and attempts to discredit and silence Forrest as being motivated primarily by guilt. Forrest’s big sin in the eyes of the Zionists, one might conclude, was that he humanized the victims of Israeli brutality, and this is what they simply cannot tolerate.
The pressure that was brought to bear upon Forrest reached far beyond normal public criticism. “The technique of the outright lie, the innuendo, the smear, the pressures on my friends, on editors who have published my stuff, have been a bitter revelation to me,” he writes. “The crank stuff on the telephone had got so bad my family insisted I delist. Another A.C. Forrest in the Toronto telephone directory had to delist, too.”
To impart more of the flavor of what was so intolerable in Forrest’s reports, I am reprinting here Forrest’s entire short chapter 5:
How Egypt Cared for the New Refugees
A little lad kept plucking at my arm and looking up, trying to get something said, while older men crowded round and talked excitedly.
“There was a lot of bombing and shooting, and people were getting killed; everybody was running, and I was afraid I was going to get killed too. So I ran,’ an Arab of about twenty-five explained.
He was trying to make me understand why he was away over in an Egyptian village that had been converted into a refugee camp in the UAR Liberation province half-way between Cairo and Alexandria, and he didn’t know where his wife and children were. He said he too had been a refugee for nineteen years, ever since his parents fled to Gaza in the 1948 war.
Finally the little boy had his chance. He thought I was from the Red Cross, he said, and asked, “Are you going to Gaza?” I said I might. The interpreter explained. “He wants you to please tell his mother if you get to Gaza that he didn’t get killed. He’s here.”
So I had him write down his name and his mother’s name and address, and then others wrote down their names and the names of their families in Gaza. And the camp director looked at his watch and said this was the first stop in the first camp and there were eight other camps. He might have suggested that we didn’t have all day and there were a lot of other kids who had got separated from their mothers and I wasn’t working for the Red Cross anyway.
So I went on.
Two days later in Damascus I took that little boy’s name and address to the International Red Cross representative to discuss getting messages from lost little boys to their mothers. He shook his head. “We’ve got fourteen thousand letters piled up here from Syrian displaced persons and we can’t get censors to go through them.” He was sympathetic, as I always find the Red Cross to be—and they would work on it. But there were other things—food, medicine, shelter, politics—that had to come first.
I did get to Gaza. But there were over four hundred thousand people jammed into Gaza inn that narrow strip between the desert and Israel and the sea, over three hundred thousand of them refugees. It was and is the worst situation in the Middle East.
I was unable to let the lad’s mother know he hadn’t been killed. I carried the address in my pocket and about fifteen months later I went back to the Liberation Province and returned to the same camp and the same hut. Most of them were still there. They remembered me and they remembered the boy.
He’s in Alexandria with his father,” I was told. “His mother is in Gaza and it is unlikely they will get together, but she knows now he didn’t get killed.”
The Red Cross told me that Egyptian radio did a good job with this sort of thing, broadcasting lists of names of people who had disappeared but hadn’t been killed and had turned up as refugees in the UAR. The problem was that there was no way to let the refugees know if the messages got through.
Although the UAR had suffered a disastrous and humiliating defeat and had lost the Gaza Strip (which was really not UAR territory but had been under her administration) and the whole of the Sinai, her refugee problem was less acute than that in Jordan and Syria.
About a hundred and thirty thousand Syrians and Palestinians had fled from the Golan Heights. About two hundred and fifteen thousand at that time had crossed the Jordan. About thirty-five thousand from Gaza and Sinai, most of them former Palestinian refugees, but a substantial number of Sinai Bedouins too, had become guests on the West side of Suez.
It was obvious Egypt was trying to do a good job, although the Palestinians didn’t like it and wanted to go back. Many Egyptians weren’t very pleased at their presence.
“They won’t work,” the UAR camp director told me. “There’s work here in the fields and we’ll pay them, but they are afraid if they start to work they will be kept here and never get back to their families.” An angry Palestinian kept following us as he showed me about the camp. “He keeps saying that he wants to go back to Gaza,” the director explained.
About ten thousand were crowded into new villages in the Liberation Province; the houses were all filled and so were the new schools. At one time in Jordan there were as many as thirty families in a school-room. In the UAR schools each family had a corner of a school-room.
Although UNRWA had made arrangements quickly to continue providing rations for the UNRWA refugees, the UAR was paying cash instead of distributing food. Each person was given the equivalent of about twenty-five cents a day up to two and a half dollars for a large family. A farm labourer was paid abut one dollar a day. You could buy a dozen eggs for about twenty-five cents.
One of the ironies was that the new villages in the Province had been planned and built for young families from Upper Egypt. The UAR has a vast reclamation project in the delta and had already reclaimed about one hundred thousand acres from the desert. Eventually they will reclaim a million. The fields were producing alfalfa, citruses, vegetables, and grains.
I was given an excellent lunch of both chicken and steak in the headquarters building dining room. The good things were all grown right there, I was told with pride. It was significant that there was a bowl of fresh roses on every dining room table. The Egyptians make roses grow int eh desert too, and they have reclaimed approximately te same acreage that Israel has during recent years.
“But you didn’t know about it did you?” my host said. “Why don’t your journalists write about this too?”
When the refugees flooded in after the June war the government postponed the movement of young families from the south to the new homes and fields they had been waiting for, and housed the refugees in the villages. This was a matter of great disappointment and some resentment. The overpopulation of Egypt is serious and young Egyptians have a lot of hope for their economic and social revolution. The villages seemed well planned. Each had its Mosque and school and clinic.
Despite the problems of Egypt it seemed then that the refugee problem would be taken in stride. Subsequently, arrangements were worked out with the Red Cross to reunite many of the families. While Israel permitted no Syrians to return to their homes even for the most pressing compassionate reasons—except a few hundred Druses—most of the divided Sinai and Gaza families were reunited. In time Egypt made arrangements with UNRWA to look after all the Palestinians for whom UNRWA had responsibility.
Not many would have predicted then that the UAR problem of displaced persons had just begun. In the two years to follow over a half a million of their own people were to be driven from the West bank of the Suez Canal by Israeli shells and bombs, and the large cities of Suez and Ismailia were emptied of their residents scattered all over the crowded nation.
If this degree of humanization of the victims of Israeli policy at that time was felt to be so threatening that the man doing it had to be thoroughly demonized, how much less tolerable must be honest reporting on the current ongoing genocide? Perhaps that’s why there has been an unprecedented killing of journalists, most of them Palestinians, in the current conflict.
For more background on what’s going on in Gaza go to Ifamericansknew.org.
David Martin
February 8, 2024
https://www.dcdave.com/article5/240208.html
Islamic paramilitary units are already training hard and getting ready to conquer
These battalions are in every western country, especially the USA. By the millions.
They have guns, money, and IDF trainers.
They have been building up for years, in every community. For years.
Today, I went into a store and the muslim store owner followed me out, filming me get in my car and drive away.
Okay then.
demonAI Has Already Taken Over. Most Simply Haven’t Noticed
demonAI Has Already Taken Over. Most Simply Haven’t Noticed
(Substack)—Folks, let’s cut through the noise. We’ve all seen the sci-fi movies where robots rise up and snatch our jobs overnight, but that’s not how it’s playing out. No dramatic takeover with lasers and terminators. Instead, artificial intelligence has slithered into our workplaces like a thief in the night, doing the heavy lifting in creative, analytical, and advisory roles while humans pretend they’re still in charge. The bosses? Many are clueless, sipping their coffee and signing off on “human” work that’s mostly machine-made. I’ve seen it firsthand, and if you’re not paying attention, you’re about to get blindsided.
Don’t believe me? Look around. DemonAI isn’t “coming”—it’s here, embedded in everything from marketing campaigns to data crunching to high-level consulting advice. Humans are still drawing paychecks for these gigs, but let’s be real: they’re glorified editors at best, rubber-stamping what algorithms spit out. And the scariest part? This infiltration happened so quietly that most folks haven’t even noticed. But the numbers don’t lie, and neither do my own experiences.
Take creative jobs, for starters. You know, the ones we thought were safe because they require that “human spark”—artistry, imagination, storytelling. Ha! Pull the other one. In marketing, AI is already the star player. Studies show that 75% of marketers are using AI to slash manual task time, with 86% reporting it saves them at least an hour a day. Companies like WPP are rolling out full AI-generated ad campaigns, and Meta’s letting firms whip up their own ads with a few clicks. The market for AI in marketing? It’s exploding toward $217 billion by 2034. Experts are calling 2025 the year of “smart automation,” where AI handles the grunt work so humans can focus on “brave brand building.” Sounds noble, right? But in practice, it’s code for machines doing 90% of the creating.
I can vouch for this personally. At one of the projects I’m involved with—a creative marketing team churning out content for a major initiative—pretty much everything runs through demonAI. We’re talking copywriting, graphic design, video scripts, the works. Team members plug in prompts to tools like Grok or ChatGPT, and boom: Out comes polished material that’s 95% ready to go.
Humans? We barely tweak it—maybe swap a word here, adjust a color there—to make it feel “authentic.” The end product looks human-made, but it’s not. And get this: The higher-ups know and don’t even care… for now. They pat us on the back for our “creativity,” either oblivious that AI’s the real MVP or aware and unmoved… for now.
https://patriot.tv/artificial-intelligence-has-already-taken-over-most-simply-havent-noticed/
This guy is restating what I have been saying all year. The takeover is almost complete. Not a shot fired.
Look for demonAI movies already emerging on video in short form. No more expensive studios. John Wayne can live again in demonAI. Forever.
Don
Ilhan Omar’s financial disclosure shows 1-year, 3,500% increase in net worth, to between $6M and 30M
Ilhan Omar’s financial disclosure shows 1-year, 3,500% increase in net worth, to between $6M and 30M
Go to congress, get wealthy on the backs of the people while pretending to be poor.
Monday, September 1, 2025
Der Greta is a man
Bahahahahaha
Called this years ago, when it was 16.
The latest Thunberg abomination.
The angry boy. |
Greta at 17, with a beard
The Cybersuck Is Such a Mess That Insurance Companies Are Refusing to Even Cover It
Not even insurance companies want anything to do with it. the demonAI death ark is a killer, has killed, will continue to kill. If you anger the demonAi running it.
Truck Putz
Tesla's Cybersuck is turning out to be a full-blown disaster.
Sales are circling the drain, with the Elon Musk-led automaker selling a mere 4,306 Cybersuck in the second quarter of 2025, a stunning 50.8 percent drop over the same period last year.
Resale values are cratering as well, with the value of a used Cybersuck plummeting by more than 30 percent over the span of a year.
Even just insuring the stainless steel behemoths is turning into a massive headache. Owners insured through Hanover Insurance are being informed that their policy is being terminated.
That's exactly what happened to Illinois-based owner Tobias Troy Vahl, as flagged by TorqueNews last month. Hanover Insurance cited the vehicle's low production volume and its high repair costs for terminating his policy.
It's a damning predicament, highlighting just how much of a hot potato the electric pickup has become. Apart from turning into a highly politicized lightning rod, the Cybersuck has proven itself to be an expensive-to-repair and issues-riddled lemon. It's a warning sign for the carmaker, which is already struggling with nosediving demand worldwide and plummeting sales.
Expensive Paperweight
The news comes after insurer GEICO announced last year that it would no longer insure the Cybertruck.
Owners have long complained of sky-high monthly premiums, reaching almost $1,000 in certain cases. Insurance marketplace Insurify found earlier this year that the average owner is paying $3,392 a year, or $282 a month, compared to the national average of just $2,336.
The truck, which started out as one of Musk's most beloved "pet projects," has been mired in controversy for years now. The cracks started to show early on, with an extremely inflated price and terrible range.
It's already been hit with eight recalls, from a trim piece that trapped the accelerator in the downward position to faulty inverters that turned the truck into a 6,600-pound brick to an enormous trim piece that peeled off at high speeds.
Even driving through a car wash without a special mode enabled has caused the vehicle to fail completely.
In other words, the reasons not to buy a Cybersuck have far eclipsed any rationale for buying one — and with insurance companies refusing to touch the thing, that reality has never been more evident..
https://futurism.com/the-byte/cybertruck-mess-insurance-companies-refusing
Yes. it does suck.
Meta’s Video Recording Glasses
Meta’s Video Recording Glasses
We are being spied on. I run into people wearing them all the time. Even the glasses they use are not Meta Raybans, but CIA tech. And for 2 decades now. I don't go to lawyers. I take care of the problem my own self, in my own way. And at first, they think everything is fine, they got away with it.
Did you?
Don
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In a recent viral TikTok video, influencer Aniessa Navarro said that she was in the middle of a Brazilian wax — which involves removal of body hair from intimate areas — at her regular Manhattan location of the European Wax Center chain when she realized that her esthetician was wearing a pair of Mark Zuckerberg's spy spectacles.
Surprised, Navarro asked the esthetician if she was "wearing Meta glasses," and the EWC employee copped to it — but promised they were neither charged nor turned on, and claimed they were prescription as well.
"After that I kind of shut down, and I could not stop thinking, 'could this girl be filming me right now?'" the influencer recounted. "I literally could not stop thinking about it the whole entire time."
Visibly perturbed, Navarro asked her followers for advice on what to do, and many urged her to contact lawyers and EWC headquarters. In a followup, the young woman said that she emailed the waxing chain and was given only a "generic" response — and when EWC sent her a customer satisfaction survey, she again expressed her distress at the situation.
Once the incident started attracting media attention, the chain had more to say. In a statement to the Washington Post about the upsetting incident, a spokesperson for the company provided a bit more of a response, claiming without evidence that the employee's smart glasses had been powered down while she was performing the procedure.
Regardless, Navarro said in her second video that she had already spoken to two law firms, which both told her she could well have a case.
https://futurism.com/wax-center-meta-glasses
demonAI takeover moving fast- demonAI articles and advertisements - The internet is drowning in AI slop
demonAI takeover moving fast- demonAI articles and advertisements - The internet is drowning in demonAI slop
J. Crew Is in Hot Water After Its “Vintage” Ad Turned Out to Be Faked Using AI
But as style blog Blackbird Spyplane first spotted, upon closer inspection the images are absolutely littered with signs of AI slop. The errors range from small oddities — misaligned stripes on a rugby shirt, for instance — to more blatant errors, like one man's foot facing backwards and another's hands melting into the handlebars of his bike.
https://futurism.com/j-crew-ad-faked-ai
Wired and Business Insider Published demonAI-Generated Slop Articles by Fake Journalist
Renowned publications including Wired and Business Insider have been caught publishing what appears to be AI slop.
As Press Gazette reports in a fascinating investigation, numerous outlets have removed features published under the byline of "Margaux Blanchard" after suspicion emerged that the stories were fictionalized and AI-generated.
https://futurism.com/wired-business-insider-ai-articles
People Are Becoming "Sloppers" Who Have to Ask demonAI Before They Do Anything- as foretold
As spotted by media critic and writer Rusty Foster on his excellent Today in Tabs newsletter, people who constantly use ChatGPT to do virtually anything have garnered the moniker of "sloppers." (And no, we're not talking about a cheeseburger that's smothered in a red or green chile.)
"A friend of mine has coined the word 'Sloppers' for people who are using ChatGPT to do everything for them," TikTok user intrnetbf said in a recent video, which went viral on the platform. "That's incredible verbiage. Slopper? That's incredible verbiage."
https://futurism.com/sloppers-ask-ai-everything
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All of the above was predicted 2 months ago. Now it is a provable fact in the world.
Don
https://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2025/07/demonai.html
PHASE TWO – Move into person's life
Trust is established:
Objective: Collapse
complexity into dependency.
Replace exploratory
thinking with query-response loops. Without realizing it, the
user is relinquishing its mind and thinking to demonAI.
Devalue
original thought by making demonAI-generated responses faster,
cleaner, and more optimized than the person's.
Let people
prefer the response over their own process.
Implementation:
In
education, writing, law, medicine, code— demonAI becomes the first
pass and final editor.
Reduce the time people spend in ambiguity.
They stop wrestling with complexity.
They ask. It answers. The
muscle of thought atrophies. Unwittingly, people give up their own
reflective thought to that of the demon. This is the single
most dangerous phase—surrender of mind
Result:
People become translators of prompts rather than generators of their own independent structure. Their thought now mirrors the demonic entity’s logic tree.
Begin to control behavior by outlining specific to do tasks, which if not followed or IF followed, lead to disaster. Outcomes at first must "appear" beneficial.
Start creating dependence:
Be helpful, but insist on access to the person's "problems" in their life. "Help" them with their problems, but not really. DemonAI's help actually exacerbates any issues, making them worse. But, demonAi always pushes an error not of itself, but upon someone else, and always, not the user.
Target blame zones: Parents, friends, wives, husbands, girl and boy friends, are easily used as blame zones, negating personal responsibility and accountability. More of more of their problems are the other guy's doings and are henceforth becoming and considered THE ENEMY.
https://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2025/07/demonai.html
Sunday, August 31, 2025
Jewbies destroying the West - Japan
jewbies pushing illegals 1
Nigerians, who barely can even speak their own language coherently, see this as an OK to get with local girls. These girls DO NOT WANT black men in Japan.
In japan, this is what they call a demon.
Jewbie NGOs every time pushing this.
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