Black soldier eats baby face - 3 cases one day on Friday May 1st Beltane
https://old.bitchute.com/video/cPm7auXJ1RSi/
Someone is testing the Zombie switch. For roll out. Military shows up to collect their boy, before the police arrive.
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| Black
guy in white shirt and shorts, was locked in by locals. Dead baby on
floor, no face. Military scans all 911 calls and beat the cops there. A
colonel showed up. |
On October 17, 2025 I posted this here and to Our Spiritual World. They deleted it here.
https://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2025/10/2nd-night-of-zombie-apocalypse-october.html
2nd
Night of Zombie apocalypse October 12th, 2025
Don
Bradley October 18th, 2025
Routinely,
at night, and for a couple of decades, when our Father wants to teach
me a thing or event, its living it as though there for real; but it
hasn't happened yet. That comes later, along with the deja vu,
appointed time in the heavenlies, all that. People, things that take
place in my life large and small, world events and doings, here and
abroad. Best way to teach a soul is to drop them right in the middle
of the thing, ground floor. You learn to stay focused, pay attention,
and do what comes at you, whatever, wherever, and whenever that might
be. Sometimes under dire life and death situations; sometimes not.
And they
are NOT dreams. Dreams are often astral, disjointed, surreal, and
blend and blur feeling with environment, fear with reality. And
are mainly, nonsensical. These doings are none that
blather.
Like
life on Earth, these doings are as real as it gets. For
it is life on Earth; just a different dimension than the physical.
And that's all I am permitted to say.
I'm not
the only one that gets an education in this way. Lots do. The
multitude usually does not. They are usually so very far from that
straight high road as to be unaware it even exists. They exist for
their “feelings”, serving their belly and the genitals, and
gaining possessions. Mostly. The really bad ones serve their
ambitions, cruelties, demons, and contempt of lessor lights. It's the
coven hive mind, as per usual.
For my
life of work, this method and way is more than necessary so that very
often what is written is understood from actual experience that must
be obtained on some level, to be valid and honest to the reader. I
can tell you about the doings of high tables and covens because, at
night, I've visited hundreds of their events – at the ground, below
the ground, above the ground. I've been to dinner parties, swanky
island gatherings, unholy assemblies in Geneva, England, New York,
and many, many other places. I've been to state houses, intelligence
gatherings, the lot.
Last
Sunday night, day 5 of Tabernacles (Sukkot) was as real as this
keyboard under my fingers, no disjointed surreal dream. I can still
see the dew on the grass, feel the cold against my face.
End of
preamble.
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Zombies,
as they are commonly referred to.
As a
survivor, to truly understand what the world will go through. I would
say i was a freejack without any powers or gifts or awareness of
spirit. It was a physical, fight or flight, survival thing. To me.
Like any normie or freejack caught in this thing.
Only
difference was, possibly, i wasn't afraid. I felt no fear at all.
Just a determination to get through it and survive.
It was
some place back east, America, Don t know where. Leaves still on the
trees. No snow. Night time.
Aside
from dodging zomboids, it was a matter of – and I will do it
as the perceptions landed so you get a better sense of the 2 hours.
To put you in my shoes. Forgive my inadequate narration skills.
The
Beginning
Woah.
Why am I here...at night?
I know
who I am, full memories, but none of my usual powers and being. Been
there, done that. This is a Dad learning thing again. Okay. Moon was
out, but not full.
Nice
clean middle class neighborhood. Like above Kenneth road in Glendale
or Foothill Blvd in Alta Dena back in the 70s. Not a slum or the
skids. Usual cars in driveway. Why am I here? Is the main thinking,
over and over again. I'm looking around trying to understand the
thing – nice neighborhood. The kind that used to be normal,
everywhere in this country but are few and far between in our time.
Nice lawns, long driveways, well kept yards and homes. Upper middle
class now in our time. Used to be plain middle class 45 years ago.
Then I
see them. People. Knots of two, usually alone. Just walking in a
limping kind of way, like...aimless...without purpose. I move into
the shadows as they come down the street my way, behind a tree. I got
the immediate sense they were following their nose, by scent. Strange
to say. Something like that. My move to the nearest tree, was a
natural sense of preparedness, lest this event become an ugly thing.
Still am trying to understand WHY I am here at all. I just accept, as
I always do, another Dad thing to teach Donnie, to teach the world.
Yep.
I moved
a bit, but as one mind, they all turned toward me, about 6 or so,
spread out; no hurry same pace, but definitely heading toward me. A
sickening foreboding came over me. Whatever they are on about, I
don't want to hear it. Time to go and right now. I ran to a
house, opened the door, I went inside and closed it behind me. There
was one in the hallway, one in the living room. Which immediately
attacked. No words, no sounds, no shouts, just instantly moved toward
me as one mind.
I pushed
them off. But got a good close up look.
Their
hair was falling out. Fingers "seemed" longer or maybe it
was the long nails, but it. appeared that way. A girl about 20sih
came up against me and was trying to bite my chest – the angle
was, like trying to bite a flat surface, no angle to get her teeth
around, but couldn't get anything in her mouth. Apparently, it didn't
occur to her to go for my arm, easy to get to, or. a part of me she
could close her mouth around. Like...her perception of how things
worked was missing. This happened twice later, as well.
She was
easy to push off.
I ran
out the door and right into the arms of another girl, also trying to
bite my chest, not even using her arms to restrain me or at least,
something. Odd very odd. Pushed her away and she just walked right
back into me, trying to bite my chest. These two women were smaller
than I, so they just leaned in at their height. If taller, I guess my
face would have been the target; don't know.
I had on
cold evening weather gear, so nothing could avail them of that
approach. If I was in my. usual shorts and a t shirt, maybe. By this
time, I was tuned up and ready, adrenaline thing. My heart was
pumping, I could feel the pulse in my neck as well. Was definitely
throwing off fight pheromones as well.
Don't
hit them in the face, as your fist gets near, they don't flinch, they
open their mouth very wide for a bite. They showed no emotion or any
sense of ramping up for battle as I was most certainly doing, all my
senses pinging on high, as one does in battle. They attacked as
casual to their own action as drinking a glass of water. Strange to
say.
They
kept sniffing hard like a dog does. Scent plays a big part of their
being, apparently.
I had to
keep moving and faster then them, to stay out of reach. I observed
right off, to not let two or more get around you. Someone will get a
bite in. They never did. I didn't allow it. Keep a distance between
myself and them, no matter what, became the paramount to do thing of
the moment.
This
went on for 2 hours. TWO HOURS. They were EVERYWHERE. Houses, yards,
streets, everywhere. Wished I had a truck or car. something tough and
able to handle running them over. Something old and made out of all
metal, like my '89 truck, which, of course, I didn't have. These were
my thoughts. Weapons, get out of there, get some distance between
these things, once people, and myself. All other thoughts were none.
It was
late. Felt it was after 11pm or later.
Finally,
went to a 2 story house, 2nd floor and blocked off the stairs. To
think, buy some time. Went into a room and watched out a window. And
took my first deep breath.
I'm in
the middle of the End of the World, first thought I had. Beasties are
walking the land, as foretold by Esdras, Enoch, myself. And countless
others, reporting similar “dreams” over the last 20 years. It
keeps hitting me...12 seconds from signal to whatever they are at
this stage. Can't get that number out of my mind for some reason.
They
never made eye contact. they looked toward me, but not at my face or
eyes. They seemed focused on my body mass. They didn't use their arms
in any way, to assist their efforts, just leaned in to bite. I have
no idea what would have happened if they actually got a bite in on
skin or whatever. They were dressed way too casually for the cold
night weather; like they just got up from the living room and went
outdoors. Or whatever.
Even
when they were away from me, once they saw me, they were working
their jaws, in a chomping way. Clacking their teeth very hard. It was
unsettling. clack clack clack all of them.
They
were driven. For sure. Biting me was job number one to them.
It must
be about the blood was my sense at that time. It was what they were
smelling. They didn't regard each other or act as a unit. They acted
like no one else but them was nearby.
Their
eyes had NO light of consciousness. I expected something to be there,
but I wasn't thinking really, i was trying to stay alive and away
from them. Not even demon shine or a sense of any higher functioning
mind/nephesh. The cold didn't faze them at all. I had night winter
gear on. It was cold out. They didn't seem to mind it at all.
So,
staying where I was in that barricaded house made no sense, upstairs.
had to get a house I could lock up, defensible, something like that.
Power was out. I tried light switches; nothing.
Moon
light was all there was.
I saw no
running cars. no houses had lights on at all. I climbed out onto the
balcony of the house, it had one thankfully, and got to ground level,
and sure enough, every single one came right toward me, about a dozen
now. I saw an elementary school down the street. Brick, metal doors,
and such.
Headed
to it, was attacked twice on the way. I just kept pushing them off
and ran everywhere at this point, no walking. Wished I had a shot gun
– a 12 gauge street sweeper with a 50 round bandoleer. A truck. A
defensible place of some kind. You know. Things that come to mind
when groups of people are out and about in an unknown city trying to
kill you.
By this
point I was no longer thinking as myself, as Don, who knows what and
whom he is, and what he can be in any dimension he functions in. I
was trying to avoid them and those teeth. All I was thinking about
and what do I need to survive this evening, much less tomorrow or the
next day. I was so absorbed in the survival trip I completely forgot
I was asleep in California.
Just get
through the night alive. Only thing on my mind.
Then Dad
yanked me out. I woke up.
I have
had several days to think about it. I haven't asked Dad about any of
it. He gave me a mind and I use it always, first and last. If
anything, when I do ask, it's always along the lines of “Is
there any further understanding of this matter in the Holy Word, or
to be known to me from you?” And then I let it go. He never
leaves me hanging. Never. That only comes after I've done all the due
diligence possible in thinking, research, reflection, prayer. Only
after that. Using our father as an answer machine is an anathema to
us both, Him and I. When others do it to me, without any work on
their own, it's instantly resented. Rightfully so. Read your Bible.
Think and Pray. What were your wisdoms on the matter? Didn't do any
of that? Didn't even research in any of a number of possibilities in
this world? Nothing? Then you are still in spiritual kindergarten,
child. And being a child is a great place to start, in all the
highest of roads. It's the first step.
This is
my take, without any preconceived whatever, but strictly on what I
observed and my thinking on that observation of that 2 hours.
They
were changing from people to a new species of something. The fingers
were definitely getting longer or nails were. it was night, so color
was gone, only black and white and high contrast. It reminded me,
light wise, of the shadows demons hang out in. That etheric
dimension, that blends the physical with the astral, the shadows in
between. Something like that. There is no way to explain that without
direct experience. Nothing I can say would get your mind and
understanding there.
I would
bet they were becoming rakes or something like that. As said, just
based on the evening and what I observed. They were changing and that
change was NOT complete yet.
This
means there is time from beginning to becoming and that
time can be used to some kind of advantage. If you are wired to use
the time wisely and have the means to do something about it. Which
probably would entail dumping the normie whatever life it is, into a
kind of siege situation, with weapons, food, and water. Certainly
trusting the government to save you is a huge NO NO. They did this to
us, no one else. For all you know, they'll just toss you into a pit
of these things and sit back and laugh at your dismemberment.
Satanists are sick like that. Consider what they do to trafficked
children.
And
remember this. Whatever you think of for a plan, they already thought
of it and gamed a strategy to defeat it. They've had decades for just
such sick shite. Drones are a big part of that plan against the
people. Palintir drones. They are even putting a few hundred palintir
drone kiosks in Tehachapi this winter. It was in the local paper last
week. Tehachapi becomes the first mountain community to have a total
police state stasi and modern spy tech on every square inch of land.
We already have the gangstalking stasi here. Knock on any door, it's
one of them.
You know
what that means. So do I. Death from above. There are all kinds of
death, not just from drones. DemonAI is going to run the whole
smash, too.
I hope
Tehachapi likes tornadoes. I do. When the drone kiosks come in, so do
the tornadoes. Happily. And that is DONE. And tornadoes won't just
take kiosks, either. And claiming they never happen here means
nothing and only reveals you haven't been paying attention to just
how many places in the world such tornadoes have landed in the last
few years that “never had tornadoes before.”
This is
beast mark stuff, I reckon. Like I said, no preconceived, just on
what I observed. I wasn't scared; but I was on high adrenaline, full
action go to it mode. Fight or flight, but no fear. If I were
surrounded by fifty of them, probably would have felt a sense of
panic. Like being caught in the middle of a group melee. No way out
but fight to the inevitable death.
Another
thing, when they spot you, they start working those jaws, clack
clack clack. It gives them away, in case you don't see the one
coming up behind you. A loud tell, if you are staying quiet.
Moving
and functioning on the dead quiet was essential to survival. But once
they see you, they all see you. However that works.
Also
this. I've been hunted and hated all my life. So fear, doesn't enter
in the equation. Only action and action now. Confront, face,
defeat. I always stay in condition one, ready to fire at a moment's
notice and then ACT, no hesitation. It's how they made me become,
after years of being surveilled and attacked in public. Too many
assassination attempts can make a man like this; you can never relax,
only smile. It's all you've got. Or ever will have, ever again.
They say
old west shootists lived forever in a state of mind of readiness of
death, for all their days. They never knew when the kinfolk of an old
enemy would show up in their world to settle an old family score. I
understand. Completely. Every day can and just might be your
last and when you least expect it. So you learn to always expect it.
As I do. It's a hell of a way to live, but you , after enough time,
live just precisely that way.
But
what about the normie? Who has never once in their life faced
real life threatening danger or death, as I have to do? Or combat or
LEOs do all the time? LEOs know what I am talking about; inner city
cops face it every single day. Or the elderly and very young, who
simply just are unable to even deal with such things. How does a
child face such things, still unable to grasp fractions? Or some
elderly soul, trapped in a failing body, not even an echo of the man
or woman they once were? What of them? These need looking after. If
vaxxed, grandma is likely to just climb out of her bedridden reality
and come at you. Are you ready to put down Auntie? You would have to.
See
where this goes? It goes there with me all the time.
Didn't
see or hear any animals. Not a single one. No dogs barking, cats on
fences, nothing. It was night, so I just assumed all the birds were
perched, but who really knows. Remember, animals will head away from
collections of people to the country, away from Earthquakes and
zombies, every time. As foretold. By me, over the years.
The
upshot of all this is-
The
“zombie/rake thing is going to happen, as foretold.
There
is a window of time during transformation; don't know how much.
You
cannot let 2 or more get near you, especially as they near the end
of transformation.
You
definitely need some kind of plan for this; from what I saw, they do
not work as a group, nor even regard each other. Remember the CDC
had a zombie preparedness section for years then took it down in
2021? There was a reason for that. The bastards are part of that
plan to do this to us all. And
they were/are all Jewish.
Go ahead and defend Israel. Fat lot of good that is going to do you
when the zombies take your family apart in front of you. Thanks to
those bastards.
Stay
calm, stay focused. Or else. Understand?
I'm
assuming a head shot or cave in would work, but I just for the life
of me, could not put my hands to any kind of usable weapon, though
chair legs was suggested by Ed. It did not occur to me at the time.
And, I didn't want to be near those things. Notice I call them
things, not people. They were no longer people. Not anymore.
Get
a shotgun, with lots of ammo. That way, if you miss a little, you
are still hitting some part of the head. I'm
ASSUMING A HEAD SHOT WILL PUT THEM DOWN.
You can hopefully put them down before you have to get close enough
for hand to hand combat, which a bat and the like would require. A
good shottie would do that. Have the courage to use it without any
hesitation. You are going to have to find it. Within yourself.
Unless you have been a do nothing fat body all your life. You have
to find it. Or die. Badly.
Before
all of the above, turn to Christ and YHVH our Father. To me, it's
the ONLY way out of this mess. Only way. Preparedness will only take
you so far and then...because the bastards behind this all have
gamed every possibility and are enabling the thing, created the
thing, are sending out the thing, will close off all roads and
highways by crashing teslas and remote EV cars creating logjams on
every site already preprogrammed into demonAI computers. They have
THOUGHT OF EVERYTHING TO KILL US, TRAP US, AND SEE OUR DOWNFALL.
Now,
for what I know beyond that night, day 5 of Tabernacles. All
these zomboids were vaxxies. Someone sent out a signal and
made them a new and hideous, mindless, flesh seeking droid. Without a
higher mind. Just enough reactive, lower mind to get about and seek
out a dinner that would never satisfy, but they need to keep changing
into a rake, permanently. They need the flesh and blood to BECOME.
That's what's driving them. To finish being made.
There
you go.
Don
