HOW TO GET RID OF DARK SPIRITS by THE RAGGED EDGE RADIO with Russ Dizdar
https://old.bitchute.com/video/YSr2NfreCsh2/
The video starts with a deliverance prayer. If you have demons, this will help you get back on your feet.
Bellow is the core of the demon eviction work we do:
https://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2022/09/self-defense-prayers.html
Edu
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Don Bradley
9-19-26
Dad was right, they totally misunderstood the Miracle in Tehachapi article on Our Spiritual World. Of course. Don.
I asked Dad to weigh in on this. He led me to
2 Kings 21, 13-14
13And I will stretch over Jerusalem the line of Samaria, and the plummet of the house of Ahab: and I will wipe Jerusalem as a man wipeth a dish, wiping it, and turning it upside down.
14And
I will forsake the remnant of mine inheritance, and deliver them into
the hand of their enemies; and they shall become a prey and a spoil to
all their enemies;
I also asked Him for a double thingy. He led me to
Psalm 111-6
He hath shewed his people the power of his works, that he may give them the heritage of the heathen.
So, 5 minutes before noon PST, they sent a slow, white truck to come and have a guy, calling the cops as loud as possible with his windows down. Want to see his him and his gangstalking truck? I have pictures and footage; ask and I will TRY to send it to you. And, he intentionally had his windows, down, his cell phone on uber loud, so were could hear him calling the police on...what? Whom? Me? For drinking coffee in the sun room? Maybe crying in public is a crime after all. The jail should be full of town criers, there's so many whom do that, some every day of their lives, to get what they want from someone they want to control. Right husbands?
I refused to raise my hand against the bait, spiritually speaking. And, I had a friend over as a witness and mister camera, to get it all on video. We were just having coffee, talking about the old west and that era.
But, I AM going wade into the covens of the world for seven days, every hour on the hour – right Ed? Because it's always midnight somewhere in the world or 3am, witching hour and demon hour.
That I WILL do.
Plus, high tables, MOD, Finger lakes, Belgium, Tel AVIV, etc etc etc. Tunnels, ritual sites, grottoes, there's so many things one can choose from – like the Pokemon thing of the early 2000s – GET THEM ALL.
AND it's all this black sabbath, fake yon kippur stuff going on from last night until and through full moon and beyond. 14 days when you do the larger picture math.
Let's all sing together now.
It's a lovely day in the neighborhood. It's a lovely day in the neighborhood. Won't you be my friend?
Anyone can happily join in this work and welcome.
Imagine that. I was going to chill, take some time off, relax. How silly of me. They want our attention. BADLY. I'm a right guy, I won't disappoint you. And, Fasting during this cycle, double indemnity. I have friends upstairs just waiting to be sent wherever.
No worries guys. I already sent you. That was the very first thing I did. And there they go, 20 minutes ago.
It's a lovely day in the neighborhood. Won't you be my friend.
Dad was right, no one understand the article. At all. This is their response to it. Wow...
So, light a candle for this Holy Sabbath, bless it in the name of Yeshua. And join, for a little or as much as you like. Even once, in your largest, nearby city or where you live.
And...be thrice blessed by the most high, according to your works – a little or a lot.
Counts you among that number, when the Saints go marching in.
Stand and be counted. If you want – a little or a lot. Be interesting to see how many of you really do, not just say you are doing.
Don
PS. This is for you Russ. Thanks for everything you gave us.
PSS. Gee, Lu...was this the outcome you were hoping for?
And I'm singing and dancing around the house,
singing the house,
making up songs,
as I go.
I love you so.
Happy and free and singing new songs
Happy and free and singing new songs
Won't join me now?
Hooray, Hooraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
This is one of them
PSSS. I asked Dad if he would pick the times and which targets to do, at His Pleasure. He said yes and led me to....
Daniel 5-
22And thou his son, O Belshazzar, hast not humbled thine heart, though thou knewest all this; 23But hast lifted up thyself against the Lord of heaven; and they have brought the vessels of his house before thee, and thou, and thy lords, thy wives, and thy concubines, have drunk wine in them; and thou hast praised the gods of silver, and gold, of brass, iron, wood, and stone, which see not, nor hear, nor know: and the God in whose hand thy breath is, and whose are all thy ways, hast thou not glorified: 24Then was the part of the hand sent from him; and this writing was written.
25And this is the writing that was written, MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSIN. 26This is the interpretation of the thing: MENE; God hath numbered thy kingdom, and finished it. 27TEKEL; Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting. 28PERES; Thy kingdom is divided, and given to the Medes and Persians.
29Then commanded Belshazzar, and they clothed Daniel with scarlet, and put a chain of gold about his neck, and made a proclamation concerning him, that he should be the third ruler in the kingdom.
30In that night was Belshazzar the king of the Chaldeans slain. 31And Darius the Median took the kingdom, being about threescore and two years old.
UPDATE 5.30pst
Don Bradley
9-19-26
https://ourspiritualworld.blogspot.com/2025/12/being-born-me.html
Born 1-10-1959
= 111113 in reduction.
Add in, I was born at 10.11am In Bethesda MD. (Bethsaida)
= 111111113
And all my life, this happens, as it did May 11, 2021, on Our Spiritual World. All the time, always.
So, if weird and strange is what is wanted, got it covered.
Now you know where all the brain damage comes from.
And they knew, from day one, this is a soul to go after - either to take over or to destroy. And that's all they knew. For DNA was not a thing in those days, and YHVH blinded them to any other links. Until He had me open my big mouth and start spilling it all over. And I never would have; kept it on the down low, as I tried to do all my life until 2005, when there just wasn't any point any longer.
Just remember, Massive Head Wound Harry says...invite me to your party. I'm the talk of the town. Bring your own barf bag though.
Do any of you appreciate humor? Aside from low grade jewbie put down humor like they give over? Ever notice? All the alleged "great" comedians sole shtick was putting down white people? Think about it. It's contempt humor.
Can you SEE IT?
Are you ABLE TO?
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9-19-26
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| Fariah Beach, Ventura. |
Some stuff from the old days. Good to hear from you.
I got your emai. It's been what, 8 years. I'm so glad you are well. They kept blocking any outbound emails. SSDD.
But, it's very good to hear from you.
Hopefully, you'll read this.
Your friend, Don
Remember the angels from 2004? I thought you'd like this from those days. Long time ago, yeah? Good to hear from you.
As you can imagine, things have REALLY changed since those days. Dad has me doing this for the world now, not just the southwest.
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Miracle in Tehachapi
Don Bradley
September 18th 2026
Not for publication. Edward only.
Luke 3.22
And the Holy Ghost descended in a bodily shape like a dove upon him, and a voice came from heaven, which said, Thou art my beloved Son; in thee I am well pleased.
This story actually begins 9-16-2026. I had told Salome and her cloud of demons in no uncertain terms that I am leaving Tehachapi, regardless of the rent being paid. Because...I just can't live like this anymore and frankly, WON'T. Happy Tehachapi – deja vu – I figured they'd party deep into the night over this happy declaration. UNLESS...all the hate, all the death threats, all the killers being brought in, and all of the shit stopped and stopped right now. In fact, I made it so that – being under surveillance at all times – made it an impossible request by insisting the surveillance recordings of this declaration be played to every witch and intelligence asset, redundant, in the area, or I'm out of here.
I had made my mind up to leave. Because this isn't living. This isn't just walking in the shadow of the valley of death, this was a constant, endless, 4 yearish walk in hell that was making me a killer monster and I simply no longer wanted that life. Being homeless and free wheeling was better than this. Homeless I know. Seven times in the knowing. It's not something I fear. I was going on a new path, with mine own freewill and Almighty YHVH said, either way, He was with me – He has work for me in the world, in that way, I am with you son.
I figured NO WAY, these guys are going to do this. I had made my mind right. I had enough. And I knew that one day, I would finally lose it from this shit and when I came out of it, I'd be looking at 10,000 corpses, littering the landscape. Remember those days as Joshua and Eliyahu? You were there, you know. I saw it. Was sure of it. It was the only way to prevent that. Time to go Donnie. Because one day, I was going to come across yet another group of killers they brought into town, I'd lose my mind, and well, you know the rest. Remember a month ago when I came across that group of super soldiers, brought in just to DEAL WITH ME?
Time to go.
So, the next day, 9-17-26 I went into Stallion Springs to get cat food and milk, etc. And for the first time in almost 4 years, the angry black and red cloud of hate didn't envelope me as I made my right onto Stallion Springs Rd from Comanche. I kept driving into the little coven village mix of suburban and farms and ranches. No black cloud. What's this? I actually enjoyed the short little drive. A first. Can it be true? I saw the store/gas station was empty and turned in. Got my goods and went to pay for it. The guy whom runs the place was on duty and also for the first time – ever with this guy – his vibe was chill. Not simmering hate under the hood. What is GOING ON?
A handsome lady, tats, but beautiful long hair past her rear was in line ahead of me, because I had stepped back out to buy a box of teeth rot candy, which I ended up throwing out, milk duds. I complimented her on her lovely long hair. She turned and gave me the demon face. No problem. She left, me and the guy start chatting again like old neighbors about the always beautiful day Tehachapi has and all that like and wow...what a most pleasant visit.
Then it hit me. The CIA complied with my impossible request. Why on Earth would you want to keep me around, when all I've heard is die fucker, I got a bullet for you. And You know Ed, all the attacks that have happened to me here. Energy weapons, gravlevs and many times, and people driving by honking, revving their engines while I'm praying, running quad bikes to break up my Dad stuff, and shining powerful lights into my home at night, and and and and and and and. For 4 years. Screw it. I'm done. Keep your town. My work is now in the world and Good luck stopping me. I have no problem leaving a trail of corpses behind me if that's how you want to roll.
Remember brother, they made me this way.
And here's another thing no one knows, except one person. Since 2005, I had been developing a list of the world's most powerful people. The top of the top. Kept adding to it and adding to it. Over 2,000 names. I made a promise to myself. The very first hour of my homelessness, these devils die. Take me about 20 minutes to do. Straight into the abyss. People all out of the book of life, so I had no sin. But they would be instantly removed from the world. I knew I could do that, had the power to do that, and most importantly THE WILL to do that. That list stays. And I am the only person in this world who can do that. I'll give mankind the help it has been praying for, right then and there.
Whose running your kingdom now satan. All your players are no more.
Like you said once, outside Atlanta. Here's your kingdom, muh lord.
So today, 9-18-26, I have to go to the mailbox and sigh...I know the drill. The same shit, the same death threats, the same gangstalking, the same bullshit and yeah, it's time to go. I drive into Tehachapi. No cloud of black hate. What? I go by XX's house, short visit. Tell her about the day before and how it went down. Is it true, did they actually play that tape for everybody? No way. Can't be. That's an impossible request they'd never agree to. The demons from salome agreed to it, but who in their right minds ever believes demons. I'm not that stupid.
And you know, I teach people to never trust demons. Because you can't. Ever. You create traps for yourself when you do. You know the drill.
Way I figured it, I was paid for the rent and now had time to pack and go, and aren't you happy Tehachapi. Have your parties. El dorko is gone, gone, gone. Better to live in a ditch, than to live like that.
I left XX, and headed to the Post Office. Got the mail. Bills and a cash donation. Thankfully. Real cash in my pocket. And drove out to buy kibble and do my errands. No black cloud, not anything. I started crying couldn't stop.
Like a Great Weight, my moaning, was coming out of me. I pulled into a tractor supply place to buy the 30 pound bags they sold and I used to feed the cats and the wildlife. Figured I can keep it together. Got into the store, and the crying became a river. Can't stop crying. I can't believe it. It just poured out me.
Tears, gratitude, thankfulness, and O Heavens, No more dead people. No more dead locals. It's over it's over. It finally stopped. Whole store sees this, they don't know what to make of this. I pay for the thing, can't stop crying. The cashier, a lady younger than I, a witch and so what, asks and I tell Her, “4 years of hate, death threats, people trying to kill me, teams of assassins and all that and it's stopped. I told her, I'm not here for any of you. My work has always been against lu, the fallen. I come from heaven to do only that and to give over Dad's judgments, what few come down every year. I hate the killing, don't want to do it.”
But you know Ed, I attack strongholds and folks that send the killers after us, as a defensive thing. You know, bring it to my door, try and kill me and NO WAY, I'm going to allow you to get in the way of my work with Dad. The people that send these killers, get it too. It's kept me alive. And appeasement only encourages aggression. Every time.
You know my policy. Make a move, make out your will first. I have no problem stopping people who want to stop my work with dad. Never have. Not for about 3,500 years. As you know.
This isn't appeasement. It's live and let live. I don't interfere with them, please return the courtesy. They already track and see, everything I do. And Dad allows it. So do I. Shove it up my ass, well, that's aggression.
If the locals get caught up in a larger net, a Dad judgment, that's out of my hands. Like the trafficking thing or the DUMB thing or the clone thing. Or the pedo thing. You know what I'm saying; if I didn't do it, He'd have you do it. And you've recently proved that little factoid.
And thanks for taking the load, while I was down and out and fighting yet another two assassination attempts in the last month alone. You know the ones.
And now for the weird.
I had a bunch of Deja vues today. Hadn't had that many, in a day, since september 2013, when I moved to Ojai number 3. My third home there.
I'm crying for an hour and twenty minutes. Can't stop. And for some reason, even though with all the tears I couldn't eat and wasn't hungry. I pull into Burger Spot and ordered a chili burger and a vanilla shake. Can't stop crying. Go outside, it's dead noon. And a Great Light came down upon me. The tears are flowing like great drops of blood out of me. Cops roll through, and 4 squad cars, assemble about 100 feet away, all watching me. I just sit on the ground, crying, and there they are watching me sit on the ground and crying like a little girl. Can't stop it. Finally after some time, I go inside and get the food, which I don't eat. Gave the girl there an almost 7 dollar tip, apologized, told her the same thing I told the cashier at Tractor supply. I am so bleary I cannot drive. I come out, all the cops had left. I paid them never no mind. I don't want to hurt LEO. That's a shit job they have and hey, we ALL FOLLOW ORDERS. Do we not? My uncle was a cop. I rent from cops. More than once. My neighbor is a cop and we are friendly. I like the guy.
Ask Dad to drive me home. He does. My hands are on the wheel, but I can barely see the road. Then as I wipe some tears away and half way home and down on the deck, is an enormous white hawk circling over me. HUGE. Low. Wow....
I ask Dad why did this have to happen while in town and WHY did I have to be at burger spot. He said, “Because upon the founding of Tehachapi, you were standing at noon, in the exact center of the cities, from the 1870s.” I started crying again. Then he reminded me that my Yeshua visit from two years ago? The one with Cephas, his daughter, and Yesh. You remember that? Anyways. Same place. There is more but cannot say.
And on top of that, earlier this morning, when putting out kibble for the ravens, I had this pitcher in my hand I use for water and food, To toss out. As I go to toss it, the thing explodes in my hands. I open my hand and the handle is in pieces in my hand.
I go inside. What was ThAT. It was you, my son. What. One of your upgrades was made fully so last night. You have the power to make matter, be no more, in any shape to nothing at all.
This change, this miracle in Tehachapi...I am so mind boggling grateful what happened to me today. Because fully turned on, a guy like me...can do...use your imagination. I can't say the words. Afraid to speak them. Thank heavens for today. I never want to use those powers ever. Ever. Ever. Make entire cities, NOTHING? Holy moly.
And there is much more, but cannot say. This is all I'm permitted to say.
There is also a communication with this He wants me to share with you. AFTER YOU'VE READ THIS.
Your brother Don
confirm receipt please.
Dad says, oh no, I have to put this out, because the locals won't get this knowing otherwise. I asked for the blog that gets the least traffic, OSW. He said okay. Thanks Heavens.
This has a lot of typos, but here you go. Hope it makes sense. Ask, if it doesn't. I'm fried. I'm going to pass out now.
Also, at the end of all that, I asked Dad what HE THOUGHT of the whole affair today.
He had me turn to Luke 3.22
Sorry.
and confirm
Ed, they met the demands. UNLESS they show me an event otherwise, I'm staying.
I just got back.
The entire day was entirely Dad's design and affair, misunderstood by all.
My tears although seemingly brought on by the “apparent” change in attitude by locals and the perception, was only a surface connection. The real cause had nothing to do with that. At all. The police were called because of your presence. Tehachapi was frightened.
The real cause of the tears was a thing deeper than any of that and extends through many lives. He's right. The last time a thing like this happened to me was in the Wilderness campaign, when at the end of the first day's battles with the screams of the burning and dying, I cried for an hour and twenty minutes, in my tent. That connection, I did make on my own.
I had taken upon myself, events that had nothing to do with me, then or now, or all the past thens. The main connection point.
As for Tehachapi, they have not a miter of understanding of the workings of Him, in people's lives, not mine, their own, no ones. They are incapable of understanding things as much as they are incapable of understanding the lives they were given and have lived, all these 6,000 years.
Tehachapi is a nexus point of evil in the world. A great many dark things before the flood and after the flood, took place there. And are still taking place there.
I am to never speak of this event to anyone, regardless of whom they are, beyond these words. It's why He had me publish.
As
for the future. Wait and See and do not worry. Any untoward efforts
against me, He will deal with. He is with me, always. As He has
always been since the beginning.Isaiah 11-4, He gave me earlier but after I had returned home.
4But with righteousness shall he judge the poor, and reprove with equity for the meek of the earth: and he shall smite the earth with the rod of his mouth, and with the breath of his lips shall he slay the wicked.
Even reading this telling, they will completely misunderstand. Even if explained as much as I am aware of these deeper links, they will ALWAYS see them with the wrong eyes. Always. That cannot be helped.
Fall, Harvest Moon, Witches Black Sabbath Weekend Fake Jewbie Yom Kippur (Atonement)
Don Bradley
9-18-26
Certainly not I.
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 1st 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 out 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 as slap a 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 11th.
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 final 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 to 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 19th 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 1st 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 10th, 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 our 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 have 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.
https://old.bitchute.com/channel/z8TnUpsGGpXc/
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.)
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| Only Yeshua can radiate the Royal Violet. None other in Heaven and Earth. |
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| 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. |
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?
Don
9-17-26
Don Bradley
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.
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?
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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?
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| C street. Surfer's point. Nick and Nater and baby the ever faithful truck. |
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| 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....
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| 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.
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.
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| 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...
