Monday, May 11, 2026

Don't date an emotionally intelligent man because

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Modern women run from taking responsibility...about themselves.

Mind Control Mantra witch - BLACK EYE WITCH

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Even the video glitches on this evil slug. not everything coming is for your own good. Very often, it is something quite evil and seeks your destruction. This is mind control.

A typical Baptism

Don Bradley 5-11-26

To start this telling, I asked Dad to give us something up front. This is what He ted me to. As I had told someone yesterday about this, under surveillance, and now that the bad guys have it, so should all of you.

2 Kings 9:10

10 And the dogs shall eat Jezebel in the portion of Jezreel, and there shall be none to bury her. And he opened the door, and fled.

The idea being, one life is connected to another, as it is with us all. And in the above case. Eliyahu (Elijah) came again as John, as Yeshua explained to the world. Twice. At the time of Yeshua's Transfiguration, John was already dead. That sets the timing of that event, for those that have been speculating WHEN that occurred for 2,000 years. John was beheaded 5 months before Yeshua's Passion on Passover. So, john was, with Mose, at Yesh's Full Attainment as Almighty God in the Flesh. Quite a thing to behold.

Transfiguration...and greater things shall you do.

It's why some people undergo a similar passion, spread out over time, as Yeshua did in 9 short hours. To achieve that Full Attainment of Earth. Some actually do just that and have done it. Some, are doing it right now. In this life. In this time period. These are truths the fake preachers and pastors NEVER will give you. They want you buried in Churchianity and Christmas and Halloween. They want you serving your passions, ignoring the Ten Commandments, and sticking satanic sigils and 666 and through their doings. Church in our time, protestant or catholic, is fully coven now. Anyways.

What you are about to read is a typical day for John and friends, doing baptisms along the Jordan river. Typically at Bethany, but actually as high as Galilee. Latitude wise, and the mouth of the Dead Sea. But mainly, Bethany. For that is where the people were coming to. In the first two years, it was all Judeans, Yahudim. As it was with Yeshua and His labors. Then, as reports and wonders started spreading abroad via the trade and caravan system, in the last year, they came from all over – from Gaul to Macedonia. Greece to Syria. And they all had varying versions of the same story they insisted upon telling me about. (At this point, the story shifts to 1^st person, only way I can do it. This way, you can see, feel, and understand how these days typically played out. But not always.)

Whether local Yahudim, or Grecian from across the waters, they all insisted upon telling me their personal tale for being there. I will list the top 5 things I heard, over and over and over again.

I awoke this morning and felt compelled to be here today. I couldn't shake it. It wouldn't let up. Not until I actually started down the road did the pressure even ease in the slightest. Top thing I heard.
I had a dream last night. In it, I was at the edge of a river, surrounded by angels, and a man was standing in the water beckoning me forward. I had that dream 3 times last night. Each time, I awoke with your name on my lips and where you were.
My wife/husband was frantic this morning about coming to see you. Quite besides themselves and there was no dissuading them from it. So here I am.
So and so, the despised jerk in our village, came back last week a changed man. Kind, gracious, a quite a decent and now, good man. All he does is talk about what happened to him on that day. So, three of us decided this was for us. We want what he got.
We've heard amazing reports in our country all about the “prophet” in Judea. You. And so many that, we decided we should take the long journey and come to see if what everyone is saying be actually true.

And others. But this was the typical chat I would get. Some would arrive, stern, doubtful, skepticism written all over their countenance, their arms crossed and locked, their hearts chained. Some would show up in near tears, throwing themselves at our feet (me and my guys, about 12 of them). They all seemed to start filtering in an hour or so after sunrise. We would let them tell us their tale, and then bid them to refresh and have a seat before we started. This went on until after the 3^rd hour (9AM, in our time), upon which, being Natsarim, we would do our morning oblations, each in silence to our Heavenly Father Above, in their own words, for the days doings. Everyone mostly joined us, but not always. As said, some were more than doubtful and were dragged their by a friend or family member and we all know how that goes, do we not?

After that, came the chat.

After the first group had gathered, the morning group, and after the 9AM morning buggle oblations (buggle, noun, hugs filled with love, it's a family thing we have), the guys would gather the assemblage at the waters edge, and at Bethany, there was a knoll, a spit of land that extended into the water by about 8 feet. This is where I would stand to deliver the “chat.” At Bethany, and conveniently as if by design, the spot we had was a small, inward lagoon, set back from the Jordan about 50 feet. The water of the Jordan was swift running and 62 degrees...ish. But in our little lagoon, it was a warm 75. Don't ask me how this came to be or why, but it was. Amazingly. Because 62 degrees without a wetsuit – as a surfer, I know – is biting cold. Biting.

I had no standard chat. I always asked for and received His Words. And though it seemed similar, they were always tailor made to the group. I knew this of a fact, because though short – 3 to 5 minutes, tops, various people would show signs of exclamation, gasp, and even, yes, weep openly. Like a great wall within them had just been knocked down. I saw this EVERY SINGLE TIME, BAR NONE. So, I cannot give over the chat. To say a single one would be a disservice to what actually was going on.

After the chat, I would always say, LET US BEGIN.

And so we did. If it was a small group, less than a dozen, I did all the baptisms, because mostly they wanted it from me. I always told them that my guys were consecrated and anointed in this doing – with olive oil and myrrh, in the Holy Way of Consecration of Kings and prophets, as Yeshua did to me (that wasn't in the book, The Bible, but we were cousins, and his miracle birth came 5 months after my miracle birth. I was consecrated by Yesh Himself to be a voice crying in the wilderness. And I was.) – and there was in essence, no difference between us, once we entered the waters. For large groups, 4 to 6 of the guys were in the water, the remainder were helping people get undressed, like that, talking with the by this time excited crowd. By this time, everyone was “lit up.” They had a joy, a light on them I could and others could too, see.

The same thing happened every time. Once a person was about to go under, the entire place, everyone, went dead silent. The dozens of angels themselves, bowed in reverence to Him; people were crying, not of sadness, but of the moment in their life like no other they'd ever known or ever even considered possible. It was really something to see and be a part of. I hope my giving it over gives each of you, the reader, a sense of this. Some will read it with a heart of stone; some of you are crying now. Bless you. Let the tears go. With it goes your pain. Let it go, too.

They were baptized in the Name of YHVH, Yeshua, and the Holy Spirit.

Every time. Always. By us all. Took about 7 seconds, then up. How I did it was one hand, my left, just below their mid spine on the back, as I gently pushed them under the waters over their chest with my right. Every single time. Then, I pushed them up with my left arm while I held them to steady to their feet with my right, and they broke free of lifetimes of things they never understood nor knew about. A new day. A new beginning. New roads. New fates. Satan's hold on them, broken for all time. As it is to this day. Amen.

Okay?

The look on their face, upon leaving the waters said it all. I won't spoil it for you. You have a inspired imagination, use it.

At first, we didn't have things like towels, or clothes, or even baptismal robes nor any of that. But, there was this group of women, at Bethany, who came up to us and offered these things early on. Martha was such a one. She said Father in a dream told her to gather 6 more women and serve the group, as best as circumstances and family obligations permitted. A couple of times a week, they would bring us baskets of fruits and breads, which always seemed the perfect amount for every group of baptisms, whether is was five or fifty. You know? Look in the bag, and there was yet more bread in there. Anyways, these ladies brought us garments, towels, robes for the ladies, and the men were in the loin clothes, like Yeshua was in His Baptism. But after six months, all were wearing the linen robes these ladies had sown up for us, one size fits all, kind of thing. So the length varied to the height of the person, their knees to their ankles, depending. I do not know how churches do it in our time and Catholics just sprinkle a few drops of water on their foreheads. Whatever.

So, after the baptisms, all would be sharing, shouting their feelings and joy, praying, praising Dad and all very that. The angels were singing their hymns in the background It was quite a thing to behold. PERFECT JOY. Everyone was either chattering a mile a minute or just sat, their with their mouths open, on the ground, usually with tears streaming down their face, unable to speak. The rest of the day was all very that.

And of course, we guys were all smiles listening to this explosion of delight and wonder, from every person who went into the waters. Those whom held back, insisted upon being baptized RIGHT NOW, upon seeing all this. Even the foreigners, to a man. The experience for us never tired nor got routine. Each group was different, yet the same. Know what I mean?

Same faces as always, but different.

And though foreign, Aramaic was the English language of those days. Everyone spoke it, like they do English now, all over the Mediterranean. As did we. We Yahudites spoke both Hebrew as its now called and Aramaic. Aramaic was how we were able to speak to those from Gaul (modern day France), Germania, Syria, Spaniards, etc.

And of course, the spies. (I swear, every single life, spies.) They never participated in anything. They stood a bit off from any gathering. Snarling like the dogs they were. Children of lucifer. The baby killers. The Edomites with long robes of office. And every so often, rarely in fact, Romans. Sometimes dressed like the crowd, but we knew, no beards and their hair cuts and their energy. Sometimes dressed like the soldiers they were; sometimes not. Whatever. We had nothing to hide. Hollywood likes to shift the blame from the Edomites to the Romans in movies of the 1950s and 60s, but these guys NEVER do a thing to us, ever.

It was the Jews. The Edomite rulers – the Herod gang of thieves and the people they put into power. They were always trying to trap or impute some bs wrong doing on our part, especially me, to silence me. They would make shite up but could never get anything to stick. No matter how these hook nosed devils disguised themselves, we always knew whom they were. Of course they got the same smiles and joy we gave to all. But that even made them more angry. So there they would be...doing a slow burn...just beaming their feeble hate. Two angels – the security team with swords – would always stand behind these devils, just waiting for one of them to do an unlawful, unholy doing. They almost never did. It saved their lives. Just shut your mouths and stand there. The plotters, the schemers, the killers, one and all. The baby sacrificers. The Tophet boys.

One time, a jew tried to run into the group just as the first people were about to enter the water, swinging his staff...he fell over stone dead. They never did that crap after that guy went over. His friends carried his corpse off, swearing their revenge. Against whom, Almighty YHVH? You certainly don't want to see the next sunrise, do you? We never saw that particular group of thugs again. Others, yes. But not them.

So, after some time and noon buggle oblations; we conducted our day according to the walk and way of the Natsarim – pray 5 times a day, without fail. And as we do in our time - morning, as each rises on their own; then usually as a group, 9AM. Noon, 3PM, Sunset. On baptismal days, most of those there joined in, hesitant before their baptism, eagerly so, after. Just how it was.

So, usually, somewhere between the Noon and 3PM buggle oblations, I gave the last talk or chat of the day. As was the earlier one, this was never a scripted, routine thing. As always, I prayed for His words, in His Way, as He wished them to be. As it is to this day, as Don, when I write something that matters, a treatise piece He wishes for release to the world.

The Final Chat, in the afternoon.

I would say, about 60% of it was aimed directly at the individual. The person that was seated before me. The guys would gather them at this spot on the ground and I would go up to that little peninsula with a knoll rise where I gave the first chat and once the now faithful were seated and relaxed, I cut loose. I could see in their faces, as they reacted to whatever was being said – sometimes their names, which very often I did not even know – would come out of my mouth. You know, now that I think about it, the Holy Word even tells us not to worry about what to say to whom and when, He would provide the words. Well, He certainly did with me, every single time. Their reactions confirmed it, every single time.

As many are going to ask, the angels with the sword cut the unseen silver cord that connects them from heaven to their golden bowl, and their physical heart. When they swing those blades, they are cutting that in twain. That person falls over dead. Shill vax, die, comes to mind right now. Follow?

The rest of the chat was also tailored by the Most High. These were words, sometimes from the scrolls to the letter, but of which I knew seemingly by heart. The walk and way of the new person, the man or woman. Did we baptize children, under the age or 21? Yes. If the parents were there, gave permission, and Dad informed me to do that soul, yes. I do not recall ever refusing a request. If it happened, I don't recall it. Had someone else refused a thing. No way, not with my group. If ever there was a dispute upon some point, the guys were instructed to come to me for settlement. That was not very often. And as I recall, it had to do mainly with whether a woman was unclean or not; there being strict rules about being in their menstrual cycle or no. Some women came to us menstruating. When they shouldn't even be out of the house. No way. It's forbidden and it is an unclean, unholy act. No way was Dad ever going to give over the Holy Spirit under conditions like that. They knew better. Later, I learned the Edomite jews had put them up to it, to have me arrested and stoned to death. They paid these women to entrap me and the guys. They wanted to KILL US ALL. Sound familiar?

See what I mean. It's always them. The Edomite jews.

This whole treatise's energy was off the charts, until the very instant I introduced the problems we faced and those problems were the Edomites. Always. It's always THEM.

After the afternoon chat, people, by the single or whatever sized group of coupling of people they arrived with, would start to head home. Many made new friends, all very that. You know how that goes, right? Same thing. People are people, then as now. Not much different. Language and dress, but the same. There was a rather substantial stone footbridge from the West Bank to the East bank of the Jordan, about 8 feet wide, that people had been using for ages. A well traveled bridge and way, it led to Jericho or Jerusalem, depending. I would watch them as they left us, lots of trees in the way, plenty of shade all around, happily, but after a time, you would see them cross back over into Judah over the bridge. Goodbye new friends. Fare thee well. All very that.

I was always a tad bit sad to see these newly radiant souls leave to get on with the rest of their lives. Very often, a person we had baptized would show up again and again with new people. The radiance on their faces said it all. When they came home, they were changed and people responded to that change. Many wanted in on that change. A great many souls were baptized, brought to us by first timers, come again. And again...and again.

Five months into this enterprise, here comes Yesh Himself for his baptism. I implored Him to baptize me, but he was said I was baptized in the spirit already and a consecrated guy. Of course. I was secretly hoping for something “extra.” And He knew it. No, John, no extras.

I was ashamed for even asking, to this day.

I already wrote about Yeshua's baptism. It's on the Ourspiritualworld site.

The whole business went on for over 3 years, 42 months. About. Not in the winter though. It was a Spring, summer, fall thing. For obvious reasons. They were good times. Fond memories. It's easy to go back and bring all the old smiles back as well.

Oh, and for the record, four of my guys were my guys, before they were Yeshua's guys. They would be James, John, Andrew, and Phillip. Yeshua called to them; Yesh himself told me their time with me was Done. And so it was. Happily. What they would get, no man, not even a prophet, could ever give. And the world through them. Their presence in the group left a big hole which was never the same after that. Their radiance was that great. And to a man, the entirety of the twelve guys I had were really helpful, courageous, kind, and intelligent fellows. I do miss them; always have. There wasn't a sycophant or robot in the bunch; we had some lively discussions and times. I must say.

Now if someone were John the Baptist, this would be and is, his story about those days.

John 1

29The next day John seeth Jesus coming unto him, and saith, Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world.

30This is he of whom I said, After me cometh a man which is preferred before me: for he was before me.

31And I knew him not: but that he should be made manifest to Israel, therefore am I come baptizing with water.

32And John bare record, saying, I saw the Spirit descending from heaven like a dove, and it abode upon him.

33And I knew him not: but he that sent me to baptize with water, the same said unto me, Upon whom thou shalt see the Spirit descending, and remaining on him, the same is he which baptizeth with the Holy Ghost.

34And I saw, and bare record that this is the Son of God.

Saturday, May 9, 2026

Following Torah – or else!

Don Bradley May 9^th, 2026

Don's altar of remembrance.

What an ominous title, what?

And what a load of shite, too.

Answer me this, please.

How many of us can build a shelter, outside, festooned with decorative holy vines and flowers and such, sit in it FOR A WEEK, with a gathering of friends and family for Tabernacles (Sukkot)? You'd have to quit your job, and other responsibilities just to strictly adhere to a once common practice that the entire land once did.

For that matter, how many of us even KNOW someone whom follows the Highest Ways of the Feast within, say, 200 miles of where we live? I know of NONE. And the jewbies deliberately worship on FALSE DATES, DO FALSE DOINGS, while raping babies and killing the innocent, claiming they be adherents of the Torah. They are NONE.

How many of us can slaughter a consecrated lamb for Passover, cook it, splash blood on our doors and lintels? Anyone ever do that, ever? Not me. Not in this life.

I could make quite the do list, if I wanted to grind one out. I do not. I merely wish to make a point.

There is much in the Torah that is both, no longer needed nor required, since the sacrifice of Yeshua, allowing the Throne and Seat of the Most High to shift to the person, the individual.

Yes, we follow the feast days, even eat only unleavened bread – for that is what the feast is titled, unleavened bread. But all the rest is nearly impossible for most of us.

Read Romans Chapter 3 and 1 Corinthians. The law for the Yahudim and NO LAW for the gentile, yet all are with Christ Yeshua, one grafted into the branch of the other. Circumcision for the Yahudim and none for the none or gentile. Yet all are equal and saved in Christ.

There are many people out there whom insist you are NOT saved unless you follow the Feast Days strictly. They have well followed youtube channels because THAT IS A FLAT OUT LIE. And liars prosper in our time, notice?

To teach such a thing as they do, directly contradicts both the apostles and Yeshua Himself. Even Paul broke it down quite clearly, what it is that is required to be saved. Baptism, preceded by repentance and accepting IN YOUR HEART, Yeshua as your savior. Simple to understand.

So don't stress the little details. They simply do not matter. Because even if we would want to follow it to the letter, most of us cannot because of our circumstance. I can't And I'm a dedicated Natsarim under Christ and have been for 21 years. I follow the Feast Days to bring me closer to Our Father and Yesh. As it does. So for me, I DO THE BEST I CAN AND LET THE REST GO.

I was about to eat dinner and Dad said, the day's work is not done. Please tell them this.

You are told.

I hope your Passover, Unleavened bread, First Fruits, and twin Sabbaths were full of joy, wonder, and vibrant joining, your heart with His. Mine was and still is. Every hour of every day.

Be at Peace.

Don

Tabernacles October 2025

Wasage Beach Canada has 86,000 demon idols alone immersed there

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All of Canada's rivers, lakes, and streams are NOW polluted. You can no longer drink the water as before.

ISRAELIS WANT US DEAD

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Stars are angels, In the book. Above the firmament, in the waters.

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Shill vax, die - is still in effect

Don Bradley May 9, 2026

Oh Happy day.

Every reptile skank that shills for a vax for this has killed themselves.

I asked Him, He said it remains in effect till the 7th Trumpet.

I don't have to lift a finger.

Dealing with hoaxers

Same actors. Same playbook. Another new hoax Hantavirus IT IS A SIMULATION EXERCISE

https://old.bitchute.com/video/1xoFBXjRsoeC/

It's a hoax simulation started by the WHO on a cruise ship on April 30 2026. They admit its just an exercise, like exercise 201.
https://www.who.int/westernpacific/newsroom/feature-stories/item/countries-showcase-global-health-emergency-response-and-coordination-capacities-through-a-who-led-multi-country-simulation

check it out

The evil shits did all this over the real week on unleavened bread.

THis attack is not only affecting vaxxies. The are using telco, router, and cell towers as attack vectors against their hated list of white people

Friday, May 8, 2026

The Hanta virus scam - selling a fake pandemic

There is no Hanta Virus. It is a SIMULATION carried out and started by the WHO on April 30 2026 for BELTANE. Notice how the wall street journal runs the usual 33 number for magic? There's one of the tells on this thing.

It cannot be transmitted, one person to another. All videos and articles pushing this lie are fictions, by actors and writers for the CIA. Period.

And...all hexes, spells, curses, magic, and making are broken DAILY henceforth. All architects of this doing homes and offices are SEALED. Amen.

Anyone ACTUALLY needing medical care for whatever on this hoax, is being beamed, targeted, by cell towers near and far, and wifi in their own homes. All modern in house wifis are 5G equipped.

Thursday, May 7, 2026

“List of benefits Israelis get that Americans don't”

https://old.bitchute.com/video/lZ0vY5fzlNSk/

lonestar ticks killed a moose and the GREAT DIE OFF

lonestar ticks killed a moose

https://old.bitchute.com/video/56lSOWlLQGXc/

For every one they find, there are hundreds they never see.

Lonestar tick plague and Hanta death frequencies to vaxxies. The genocide of the goyim was started one April 1st and was updated to covid era cell tower stuff on May 2nd, the real Passover.

The genocide is on. Massive increase in cancer deaths in the last month, new fake Hanta shite to cover the vaxxie death frequencies, and the lonestar Lyme plague plus 3 more inbound events all are compiling to create a

GREAT DIE OFF

The elite have been orgasm over for the last year.

2 days ago, I came in from town and the moment I came inside the house, I could not breath. Yeshua stopped the attack cold.

They are killing us off. The jews know the world sees them as they really are, are pissed off, and NOW are attacking them in broad daylight. Off come the yamakas, because they now walk in fear in public.

So, they decided to just kill us all off, white or black, christian or muslim. Just wipe us out.

That's where we are right now.

Hantavirus is not real. It’s the COVID vax weapons being “activated.”

They've upped their game in killing people off. More and more people are dropping dead than ever before. FYI.

COVID never existed. It was the seasonal flu being manipulated by the media and frequencies from cell towers. They stated the true purpose of the jabs was to basically install properties inside of people that could later be “activated” by manipulating the frequencies of the cell network (the reason they spent ≈$734 billion+ upgrading the cell network to 5G). That the jabs contained advanced nanotech that sounded like science fiction but was very real, just not publicly known.

Upon activation, the jabs would basically cause symptoms that would mimic a new and far more serious outbreak… such as internal bleeding or respiratory ailments. The intention was to create mass havoc as people would actually start to die and suffer terribly from this new “pandemic” causing normies to demand new vaccines and government intervention and all that. The end goal was a controlled mass genocide from multiple angles making it impossible for a viable rebellion to form.

With what’s happening right now with Hantavirus (combined with the Iran conflict + gas prices + incoming food shortages), I think it’s quite obvious this is their final play against humanity. The only way to survive is to do the opposite of the masses say while becoming as self-sustaining as possible.

The dry places

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

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

UPDATE 5-7-26 Unleavened Bread day 6

Don Bradley

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. get it?

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

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

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

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

The Dry Places.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How long have you been walking?

A day? A year? How can you tell?

There is no time.

Just an endless grey is.

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

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

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

Life is a gift. A Great Gift.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh Happy Day!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just think about that for a minute.

It might save you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That way is and always will be, Christ Yeshua.

Don

Wednesday, May 6, 2026

The world lost its color – to resemble hell

This is a PART TWO on the usage of color and sound, to control people

The 1950s never saw it coming - hypnotized by music - tails are 666 stylized symbols

Don Bradley 5-6-26

https://old.bitchute.com/video/iGobjLy1QT3J/

First, Over time, as revealed in the original article written this morning, we learned and I quote myself...

Orange and Green, the decided upon colors of the late Googie period used in the 1950s and again, in the 1970s in colors, refrigerators, carpets, drapes, pots, pans, kettles. In fact, the house I live in now was built in 1978 and all the tile, all 3 toilets, are ORANGE. You had no choice. They made sure all manufacturers conformed - easy when witches own them all - to the agreed upon color schemes for each decade. It's even in ALL magazines of each decade. They would put out an article, repeated in other mags with minor picture changes, which were titled, "THE NEW KITCHEN FOR 1974" or "TODAY'S KITCHEN." Or living room, or den, or car color. I've skimmed in many old used bookstores all these old mags and sure enough, every decade had it's own color scheme. In the

1950s, it was YELLOW, with either green or orange.
1960s it was YELLOWS/BLUES, see? combinations.
1970s, back ORANGE. Big time.
1980s, TAUPE, MAUVE, PINK. The pastel colors came in - pushed by the TV show, Miami Vice. House colors instantly changed overnight to be more..."Miami."
1990s, The LIGHT BROWNS came in...and stayed.
2000s, BROWNS AND OFF WHITES, as it still is.

Here's why. In the 1930s, the US Navy did color studies regarding mood states and colors, and painted the floors of the buildings and hospitals to this scheme. All hospitals in America followed this color scheme. They found that dominate colors in your environment produce definite, demonstrable moods in a person. Happy and eager to learn; sour and bitchy; like that. You can look up these color patterns and even shades of a color can and do, produce mental and emotional states in people, whom are quite unaware the building they just walked into was designed to produce a mental, emotional state in them. The people - TO THIS VERY DAY- never saw it coming.

As can be seen, we headed to versions of grey and black. Or, BLACK AND NOT WHITE. OFF WHITE.

WHY?

Because friends, Hell. Yes. That place. Sheol. Tartarus, the Dry Places. All of it.

HAS NO COLOR.

Only shades of grey.

Again.

Hell has no color.

Ever notice that all pictures of real demons, entities, or trans dimensionals are always black and white, when the camera certainly can capture color? Ever stop to think of WHY that is?

Because where these things come from, that place, the ODD place, has no color. Color comes from Adonai, Our Heavenly Father, HIS RADIANCE.

You take God out of the equation and you have NOTHING.

It's why the satanic elite have shifted all paint schemes, clothing more and more, and everything, to be devoid of life and color. They hate God, they hate what His Presence gives our world. Color.

And more than a visual thing, color in all things. Languages, art, communication, sunsets, sunrises, pretty birds, beautiful seas and lakes, in food flavors and tastes. ALL OF IT. ALL OF IT. ALL OF IT. ALL OF IT. ALL OF IT. ALL OF IT.

But in hell.

All that is gone.

Still want to deny Him and His blessings and way? Go ahead. But know you deny the best of what exists in ANY DIMENSION, His Life, His Expression, HIS COLOR.

Don

Satanic MET 2026

https://old.bitchute.com/video/vEQqRksZFt5O/

Rain Judgment ongoing

Don Bradley 5-6-26

Israel, New York. Weekly stuff. As foretold. And Argentina now, as eduardo has done.

This goes on into summer.

The 1950s never saw it coming - hypnotized by music - tails are 666 stylized symbols UPDATED

The 1950s never saw it coming - hypnotized by music - tails are 666 stylized symbols

Don 5-6-26 Day 5 of Unleavened Bread

Picture at bottom.

Add to it a word or phrase, and you have a hexed symbol programming you. And that kind of stuff, GOES DEEP.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Thanks, Gary. (I've been hoping that ONE DAY you'd send me something I could use.)

Shall we unpack this Madison Ave Picture from the late 1950s/early60s? Or in our time, demonAI?

Star pattern, Pleiades, check.

Both cats are in a dreamy, somnambulist state, Zeta, deep hypnotic, check.

Tails make the classic 666 stylized symbol - mark of the beast - programming has maximum occult, demonic POWER, check.

Orange and Green, the decided upon colors of the late Googie period used in the 1950s and again, in the 1970s in colors, refridgerators, carpets, drapes, pots, pans, kettles. In fact, the house I live in now was built in 1978 and all the tile, all 3 toilets, are ORANGE. You had no choice. They made sure all manufacturers conformed - easy when witches own them all - to the agreed upon color schemes for each decade. It's even in ALL magazines of each decade. They would put out an article, repeated in other mags with minor picture changes, which were titled, "THE NEW KITCHEN FOR 1974" or "TODAY'S KITCHEN." Or living room, or den, or car color. I've skimmed in many old used bookstores all these old mags and sure enough, every decade had it's own color scheme. In the

1950s, it was YELLOW, with either green or orange.

1960s it was YELLOWS/BLUES, see? combinations.

1970s, back ORANGE. Bigtime.

1980s, TAUPE, MAUVE, PINK. The pastel colors came in - pushed by the TV show, Miami Vice. House colors instantly changed overnight to be more..."Miami."

1990s, The LIGHT BROWNS came in...and stayed.

2000s, BROWNS AND OFF WHITES, as it still is.

Here's why. In the 1930s, the US Navy did color studies regarding mood states and colors, and painted the floors of the buildings and hospitals to this scheme. All hospitals in America followed this color scheme. They found that dominate colors in your envirnment produce definite, demonstrable moods in a person. Happy and eager to learn; sour and bitchy; like that. You can look up these color patterns and even shades of a color can and do, produce mental and emotional states in people, whom are quite unaware the building they just walked into was designed to produce a mental, emotional state in them. The people - TO THIS VERY DAY- never saw it coming.

They found putting mood music in elevators - where the occupants are trapped - could be used to insert sub vocal subliminal messages that while they were standing there, trying not to look at the others, and usually keeping their mind blank, the colors and muzak was programming them. This still goes on, anywhere music is provided in the background.

The biggest villains? Psychiatrists. They use color, imagery, and sound - very often for each patient - to get INSIDE THEIR HEAD and put ideas, suggestions, moods.

You are gay
You like to suck dick
Cheat on your spouse, you will then be HAPPY
You are not happy at home, only in bars
YOU HATE GOD
GOD HATES YOU

And all of that is WORKING, WORKING, WORKING on your tired, reactive, burnt out body and mind. Or you wouldn't be there, seeking help.

They saw you coming and were ready.

Follow? School counselors use all of the above to change your child into a freak.

All of this is PURE EVIL.

Once you see and understand, it's power over you ENDS.

Unless...you forget all this. Once you forget and let these and other teachings given you over the years go into nothingness, you slowly become a slave again. But that's up to you. Everytime you walk into a place and hear background muzak, say mentally, THEY ARE TRYING TO PROGRAM ME. Then it stays. Then the doings they are pushing on you continue to be powerless. In fact, very quickly, you will want to free others. As I am freeing you today.

Learn something new today.

There is a very good reason Our Heavenly Father was so very insistent that I learn so very much about everything.

To help all you.

Don

Stimulus progression (1950–1960)

"The company began customizing the pace and style of the music provided throughout the workday in an effort to maintain productivity.^[16] The music was programmed in 15-minute blocks, gradually getting faster in tempo and louder and brassier in instrumentation, to encourage workers to speed up their pace. Following the completion of a 15-minute segment, the music would fall silent for 15 minutes. This was partly done for technical reasons, but company-funded research also showed that alternating music with silence limited listener fatigue, and made the "stimulus" effect of Stimulus Progression more effective.

During this period, Muzak began recording their own "orchestra" – actually a number of orchestras in studios around the country, sometimes in other countries as well – composed of top local studio musicians. This allowed them to control all aspects of the music for insertion into specific slots in the Stimulus Progression programs.^[17]^[18]

Muzak's popularity remained high through the mid-1960s. President Dwight D. Eisenhower was the first president to pump Muzak into the West Wing, and Lyndon B. Johnson owned the Muzak franchise in Austin, Texas. NASA reportedly used Muzak in many of its space missions to soothe astronauts and occupy periods of inactivity.^[19] "

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

This is what having a relationship with Yeshua is all about

https://old.bitchute.com/video/9SSe7prgkVmd/

California Freedom

https://old.bitchute.com/video/8xhuc0pByReK/

On such a summer's day. It's even got the US Grant tree.

SB87 is Ohio Law now - 20 years in prison for criticizing jews or Israel

https://old.bitchute.com/video/GfnQobuY457c/

2026-03-18 Passed on Witches black sabbath.

Monday, May 4, 2026

Israeli spits multiple times on an Armenian church in Jerusalem

https://old.bitchute.com/video/Btoby7hgo24V/

Genocide of the vaxxies - increasing the die off rate

https://old.bitchute.com/video/71RZvBjU4T3E/

A gift for pedophiles and traffickers and the like – an Understanding THEY DELETED THIS POST

A gift for pedophiles and traffickers and the like – an Understanding

Don Bradley 12-22-23

The below is the adjudication and analysis with a further thing as a rider.

Don

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Don Bradley 12-19-23

He has led us to:

Micah 21:9

Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus saith YHVH; Say, A sword, a sword is sharpened, and also furbished:

For those that seek out children to change them into abominations, condemned;

For those that kidnap children and remove them from their families, condemned;

For those that defile children for lust or blood, condemned;

For these little ones, here is a mill stone about your neck. That one and all be covered in painful open sores on their face and hands henceforth and until the 7th Trumpet.

Don

And He has led us to:

Psalm 140-6

6I said unto YHVH, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my supplications, YHVH.

I've had a few days to consider the above judgment. A move like this, changes everything. For now the damned whom wrong the little ones are made visible to all. They can still do what they do, but the depth of their depravity makes them all the more hideous to behold.

It gets worse. In trying to hide the sores, they then both increase in number and become yet more painful, if such a thing is even possible. And it is. Because it is so. This is both terrifying to reflect upon and yet, necessary so that the world will know, whom it is that is defiling the children to destruction.

This is something that cannot be hidden away, unless one were to remain concealed from sight by seeing no one who can see them. Only way. For everyone else, this is their badge of shame upon the visage; for all who see them will instantly understand why this be upon them.

Correct. With this comes an inner knowing and spreading like wildfire word that the traffickers, the trans/phreak change agents behind the horrors done to children, the rapist blood drinking killers, are cursed by Almighty God, our Adonai YHVH. Until that Day.

Is there no way out of this? At all?

There is a way out of hell. There is always a way out of hell, until you find yourselves in that unholy place. Once there, THERE IS NO WAY OUT.

This is the way:

Stop doing these unholy things. Once stopped, the sores will fade away. Better still, repent. Disavow all things of satan and come home where you are loved and set free. To avoid this adjudication have no congress with the trans/phreak agenda in any way; walk away from the kidnapping of children in any way, shape, or complicity, even one of paperwork towards that end; cease and desist in the harming or ANY predatory practice for lust or blood against those under the age of 21, for they are but children until one attains their majority. As all who know such things, know.

It's pretty simple. Each day that passes, the sores – according to the person, place, and thing at hand. No two are the same. Each has their own sin in these matters and are apportioned accordingly. He is JUST after all.

I write this to help in the understanding of these things, as they go by, and in presenting a way out of these things and into Grace.

In the meantime, the world will know you for what you have made yourselves—unholy things doing wickedly in the extreme. I am well aware that technology and filters can hide these things from the world. That's TV and Video alone. In person, these people will be loathsome to behold. Like the old AIDS guys, with their big huge gay sores on their faces. Really off putting.

Word is, the CDC will call it a new strain of the virus and come get the vax weapon. Even mandatory, in some soon to be dead places.

This is a different kind of Mark of the Beast. You have this Mark, and guess what, the world knows whom and what you are and they won't be satisfied with simply acknowledging your existence; those that lost children to abduction are going to be looking for some PAYBACK.

Count on it. Their grief is that great.

Be grateful there isn't an odor attached to it. You wouldn't be able to leave the house, savvy?

Something about...leave these children alone.

Satan cannot stop this one. The skeevy bitch has been whining for 2 days about it on High. The judgment stands, for His Righteousness is Good. It was written about nearly 2000 years ago so there are no excuses.

For the sake of Heaven, we've been drowning DUMBS and Grottoes for 18 months as of Tuesday last, the 19th of December 2023, and Lu knew full well this was coming. All the demons are on about it, among the damned. It's the talk of the town, so to say.

Here is a further thing upon the matter.

Those that push the vax weapon as an antidote to this plague, succumb immediately. I mean keel over dead. Can I be any clearer than that?

So it shall be.

A further word to be stated.

We have turned a spiritual corner this week. Those with the Holy Spirit have felt this, though they cannot as yet verbalize what it is. Like a great Severity of Change is now come upon the world. It has, and in weeks, it will be obvious to everyone alive...stop and reflect a moment...various fears will run through the cities with a sense of impending calamity.

This calamity is two-fold in nature. That which is in power and aligned with the beast will make their boldest moves thus far. It is so, this winter and spring. Expect severe ugly and without let up. Also, because of these things, Great Judgments will come upon the lands.

China and Russia have had a real time on their hands with record floods, storms, and other events and plagues, YOU NEVER HEAR ABOUT. Nor their adjudications.

They intend to make life a living hell on Earth. More than it is already. In response, they will be punished accordingly. So both moving streams will become evident to ALL.

The angels are pouring out their doings even now, upon certain lands and places. Others are trumpeting changes yet to be.

I tell you this, because at noon on Tuesday, the change came.

The adjudication given over could not have taken place prior to that time. That should be quite the reveal to those who ponder such things in reflective considerations.

It is both Ominous and Awesome.

It is to me.

Don

And he has led us to:

1 Samuel 16-16

16Let our lord now command thy servants, which are before thee, to seek out a man, who is a cunning player on an harp: and it shall come to pass, when the evil spirit from God is upon thee, that he shall play with his hand, and thou shalt be well. 17And Saul said unto his servants, Provide me now a man that can play well, and bring him to me. 18Then answered one of the servants, and said, Behold, I have seen a son of Jesse the Bethlehemite, that is cunning in playing, and a mighty valiant man, and a man of war, and prudent in matters, and a comely person, and YHVH is with him.

For He is Risen - First Fruits

May 4, 2026

When the Angel of the Presence is upon the flame, the camera cannot focus, not even manually.

The Resurrection

(Psalm 16:1-11; Psalm 49:1-20; Matthew 28:1-10; Mark 16:1-8; Luke 24:1-12)

John 20

1The first day of the week cometh Mary Magdalene early, when it was yet dark, unto the sepulchre, and seeth the stone taken away from the sepulchre. 2Then she runneth, and cometh to Simon Peter, and to the other disciple, whom Jesus loved, and saith unto them, They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre, and we know not where they have laid him. 3Peter therefore went forth, and that other disciple, and came to the sepulchre. 4So they ran both together: and the other disciple did outrun Peter, and came first to the sepulchre. 5And he stooping down, and looking in, saw the linen clothes lying; yet went he not in. 6Then cometh Simon Peter following him, and went into the sepulchre, and seeth the linen clothes lie, 7And the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself. 8Then went in also that other disciple, which came first to the sepulchre, and he saw, and believed. 9For as yet they knew not the scripture, that he must rise again from the dead.

Jesus/Yeshua Appears to Mary Magdalene

(Mark 16:9-11)

10Then the disciples went away again unto their own home.

11But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping: and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre, 12And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one at the head, and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain. 13And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Adonai, and I know not where they have laid him. 14And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus. 15Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away. 16Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master. 17Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God. 18Mary Magdalene came and told the disciples that she had seen Yeshua, and that he had spoken these things unto her.

Passover begins.

Followers