King James Bible vs Geneva Bible
https://old.bitchute.com/video/awNxPkJ4cRFC/
YhVh's creation, in all its splendor, mystery, and wonder as we find it. I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance: but he that comes after me is mightier than I, whose shoes I am not worthy to bear: He shall baptize you with the Holy Ghost, and fire:
Don Bradley July 12, 2026
Below, son Naphesh on left, then Baron and wife Madge.
I miss my friend.
I can only write about this now.
About 5 weeks ago in early June, I called out to Baron – no show. This kept happening over a few days. I had seen the fight.
Madge was on the nest, as she does every spring, and a hawk had landed and Baron went in to attack, to push the hawk away. I had seen this before, and the flock usually prevails. But, I was told that Baron was killed in the battle, Madge too, and the eggs consumed by this hawk.
They both died. I recall that afternoon, all the ravens were gone to a funeral, which happens every month or so for someone. You can talk about the dead for 3 days, but after that, in their raven culture, it is rude to speak of them after the 3 days. They then put the dead out of their minds and get on with their lives. Raven culture. You have remember, ravens have the human intelligence level of a 10 year old, which can be and is, pretty intelligent.
So, here and there, I would call out to my friend. No show, ever again.
The hawk was a stranger in the area, not one of the 4 hawks that understand the rules of the area between hawks and ravens – a kind of peace treaty. One I asked them to try, live and let live. They did and got on well. Happily.
For my part, every time I see a raven in Baron's old perching spot – he had a few – I want to cry in remembrance. He had made such an impact upon me, arriving one month after I had moved in here. He's been my friend ever since. Any time I wanted to talk with him, I just called out BARON!, and within seconds he would appear, perch on his spot and nod to me. Then we would chat. If I called out BARON ONLY, any others would leave, just him and I being alone. This I did to communicate flock things, I knew he would prefer to handle in his own Raven way. You know, don't crap on the deck, they never did; don't eat any cat food, same, it was left alone. Keep an eyes on the cats whom will not attack you, protect them; they did, quite often in fact. Like that. My girls never attacked any ravens. Very often, they would hang out together, a few feet apart.
See, it's like this. Baron and I go waaaaaay back. Thousands of years in fact. If you will have it. I will tell it, whether you do or not.
Baron used to feed me. Many, many times. When I needed food in the wilderness or because that bish had put a price on my head, making it impossible to go into a town, without laying waste to it with fire, because everyone wanted to get rich on my bones. You see the problem. Here Baron would be, twice a day, with food and bread, Obadiah was making daily because our Heavenly Father in a dream told him to prepare the food, and put it out on a table to be retrieved. He did, I ate, via Baron. Then, Baron and Madge, his wife in those days, even back then. So whenever I was starving to death and HAD NO MONEY like now to pay my bills, Dad would send Baron to feed me.
This whole thing in this time with Baron and Madge was circular recompense. I had for the last 3 years, been feeding them, and their flock, in gratitude for all those times, he was there for me. I also made 60 new friends, have been learning tons about the whole aviary thing and ravens in particular, enough to write a pretty lengthy essay on the ongoing experience.
I miss my friend.
Don
Baron was an angel, as he was 2,900 years ago. Angels love using aviary bodies for work, being messenger spirits. Cats, dogs, birds, horses...yep, for some people, it's an angelic spirit from heaven. Which means, I get to see Baron and Madge again.
In fact, many of you get angels that way. Just when you need it. I've got bazillions of great stories to share about ministering spirits that have come through doves, ravens, many types of birds, deer, skunks, cats, dogs, horses, etc.
In Search of…
By Don Bradley
02/23/09
The issue of truth for me is to be in continuous search for it. Whatever and wherever its path leads, must by definition lead to awareness and understanding. Every time someone sees, knows, and ingests any truth on any level, their perception of reality grows abundantly. Providing it’s the truth, rather than a collection of varying fictions presented as truth to create slavery.
We know already that truth is both relative and absolute; providing it’s truth that has avoided the pitfalls and slanders so common to presenting one-sided “truths” or “truths” that are used to manipulate, destroy, and enslave, as so often is the case. Real truth is absolute, timeless, and requires little explanation to reveals its simplicity and beauty. It’s relative because the world, with all its customs, living environments, and educational foundations both in the home and outside of it, tends to color truth into those layers as suits the reality of the individuals wants, needs, and desires. The truth of yesterday has fallen to the greater truth of today.
Very often, Great Truths are attacked on the basis that those who gave out those truths were fictional characters given over as control centerpieces through the medium of religion. Over the decades and centuries, the Great Truths as ascribed to by the personalities known the world over as Buddha, Christ, Krishna, etc, are said to be bogus, simply—because attackers will tell you—these people never existed and anything ascribed to them must be bogus, as well. Everyone knows that you can always find those data sets to reinforce your conclusions and positions, if you spend enough time searching for them. This is especially true of the internet and its vast and varying collections of opinions, statistics, and so on.
It is hoped by those that would deceive, that you won’t realize the very obvious.
Once a truth is released into the world, regardless of its source, it has the enormous power of being able to be self-evident, heart-affirming, and has the amazing power to create epiphanies, release, and open doorways. It’s just the wonderful thing about truth.
The moment we start getting a taste for the truth regarding anything, we find that our appetite becomes insatiable. We want more of that good thing. This is so, because of the aforementioned qualities regarding the truth. We also find that our discernment skills grow ever more in our search for the truth and we then find that we can easily tell the difference between
a small truth interlaced with great lies
simple truth
great truths
simple lies
great lies, and
a small lie interlaced with Great Truths
We learn to pick out the beautiful flower of truth among the field of lies it is so very often surrounded by, especially in our time; where large budgets of governments in the billions of dollars are purposely and with determination, sowing vast fields of lies out in the world through books, the media, and the internet.
One the amazing aspects of our life on earth during this crisis period in which the entire human race finds itself is that with all the great deceptions being deployed against us, there is a tangible energy far exceeding it in power and scope that is here as a balance to it. The Spirit of Truth. A living, breathing, conscious reality that fills the world and touches upon every heart in existence.
In our earnest search for truth we find that we must be the very thing that we seek out. We realize it is our solemn duty to express the very spirit we try to find in the world. And so we do…providing our seeking is in earnest and coupled with sincerity.
Then, to our continual amazement, we also find that we make less noise in the world. We stop becoming the chatterboxes of yore and instead, speak directly, to the point, and of course, honestly. We find that for us, there can be no other way. This is well. For it indicates that the spirit of truth has found a home in our soul and is even now, expressing itself in every possible way that can be.
Good. Very good. Let it be so.
It’s an easy thing to get discouraged by the ugliness permeating the world right now by those men and women who have and are, making it their life’s work to destroy, pollute, deceive, create divisions, and are day and night, filling our planet with every detestable and loathsome expression of our baser characters. It seems there is a limitless expression of greed, hatred, double-standards, and manipulations going on in the world today. The veil of darkness covering this planet at this point in history is unparalleled. Because of this, the balance always being sought out by the divine realities of all life, everywhere, is creating those spiritual torrents which are available to any and all, without discrimination, should they avail themselves to the spirit of the times, high and above, the dark forces moving through the corporeal world today.
It is up to each of us to make those choices that will connect us directly to these freedom-releasing energies, ideas, and awarenesses, and take whatever steps necessary to end the slavery being imposed on ourselves, as well as the world around us. It’s about choice and freewill. I pray that we all make the right ones.
https://old.bitchute.com/video/Lr26vIVbPEra/
Like their fake god, smegmadick lucifer, they have to shove in their defining number 666 in the news ad they wrote.
7-10-26
Kent Hovind Lies in the text books
https://old.bitchute.com/video/2auSA6a4Hqtf/
Kent Hovind evolution is stupid
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Kent Hovind DVD 7
https://old.bitchute.com/video/HeM7dp6G4Gv5/
Kent Hovind Age of the Earth
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Kent Hovind DVD 5
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| Mount Ranier last weekend. |
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https://old.bitchute.com/video/7zKzOLapN8uz/
From Freedom Ministry
July 4, 2026
https://old.bitchute.com/video/8uy0TIATCNeJ/
Hey! Dressing in rags is all some of us have.
Awaiting the return of the Father. sigh....
Vinted – Israeli pipeline for trafficked children using plushies
July 4, 2026
Don Bradley
https://old.bitchute.com/video/7cwFbDmGWXb1/
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| The Traffickers came to snatch children. And they still are today. |
Israeli kike pedos were selling children disguised as plushies 2 days ago
they posted the offer online with things like "plushie, 4yo, tight, white,"
after a few minutes they were gone
/pol/ thread flooded with mossad kike shills after they were found out, making communication impossible
normies all over instagram start to find out what's going on
company comes out full damage control saying its le epic trolling
all of this in the span of two hours
try to look up the owners
either locked or straight up missing
one of
the listings had a pizza/rabbit emoji for a girl
Think its a bit
beyond trolling when they are using actual pedo references like
pizza/alice in wonderland/follow the white rabbit
The same day the Israeli IDF showed up in Venezuela to “help” with survivors, children began showing up on Vinted. Same day. Children survivors from the recent Venezuela earthquake are being sold as well.
Imagine you've survived dual 7.5 Eqs and now and IDF soldier throws you bloody and bruised into a van with other bloody and bruised children. For a plane ride to Tel Aviv.
https://old.bitchute.com/video/LSVE4vZBRIN7/
Thank Heavens these kind never get to live forever. Nothing they can do can buy them years beyond their due date. Nothing. This is what Madonna discovered, when all the promises of youth and beauty forever turned out to be horrific lies. The kuru disease, sepsis, anal warts, STDs, all pile up in the body and no amount of children's blood can make it go away. Same for the HIldebeast. They just end up smelling awful, with a breath that just stinks up a room.
The body starts falling apart. Sure, they can give you drugs to keep you going, to a point, but the old you is gone, gone, gone. You become a nasty hag, that no amount of makeup and lighting can hide. So, they do what they all do - embrace their hagness. Like Michele Lamey. Become and ugly creep thing and flaunt it. As they do.
By the time they learn that too much blood is a very bad thing, it's too late. The name is gone out of the book. Every sunset could be the last. Those glimpses of hell in their dreams and on their walls at night, reveal what's waiting for them. The demons, near the end, harass the witch by whispering their names, over and over again. "Soon, you'll join us." Is the oft repeated refrain.
Ironically, they end up saying to the demons, even before they pop off, "why are you doing this to me?"
The answer is simply the one they themselves said to sacrifice victims being raped, tortured and stabbed repeatedly in the chest with ritual knives. BECAUSE I CAN, I WILL.
And so it goes. For them all. The demons just throw their own words right back into their faces.
Madonna, for years, kept a painting of John the Baptist in her dining room and would often regale guests with her fantasies about if she were Salome, would she would have done with his head and body. Some pretty nasty stuff. Pure necromancy doings. Well, Salome and Herodias both did rituals with the head. And both were cursed ever more because of that.
| Not a bad likeness. Yeah, I heard your chat. You got that after I was ID'd in 2005. This bish had a very dark and nasty soul, I must say. |
https://old.bitchute.com/video/Zpd60A8PaoS2/
All these years. All the evidence in the world. What do you still need to see?
Tell me.
Wayfair is selling trafficked children online.
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| They say this is Madonna, but it doesn't look like her. it looks like Nicole Kidman (name means, lies to man) that married Tom gay Cruise. |
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| Madonna and her coven. |
Thank Heavens these kind never get to live forever. Nothing they can do can buy them years beyond their due date. Nothing. This is what Madonna discovered, when all the promises of youth and beauty forever turned out to be horrific lies. The kuru disease, sepsis, anal warts, STDs, all pile up in the body and no amount of children's blood can make it go away. Same for the HIldebeast. They just end up smelling awful, with a breath that just stinks up a room.
The body starts falling apart. Sure, they can give you drugs to keep you going, to a point, but the old you is gone, gone, gone. You become a nasty hag, that no amount of makeup and lighting can hide. So, they do what they all do - embrace their hagness. Like Michele Lamey. Become and ugly creep thing and flaunt it. As they do.
By the time they learn that too much blood is a very bad thing, it's too late. The name is gone out of the book. Every sunset could be the last. Those glimpses of hell in their dreams and on their walls at night, reveal what's waiting for them. The demons, near the end, harass the witch by whispering their names, over and over again. "Soon, you'll join us." Is the oft repeated refrain.
Ironically, they end up saying to the demons, even before they pop off, "why are you doing this to me?"
The answer is simply the one they themselves said to sacrifice victims being raped, tortured and stabbed repeatedly in the chest with ritual knives. BECAUSE I CAN, I WILL.
And so it goes. For them all. The demons just throw their own words right back into their faces.
Madonna, for years, kept a painting of John the Baptist in her dining room and would often regale guests with her fantasies about if she were Salome, would she would have done with his head and body. Some pretty nasty stuff. Pure necromancy doings. Well, Salome and Herodias both did rituals with the head. And both were cursed ever more because of that.
| Not a bad likeness. Yeah, I heard your chat. You got that after I was ID'd in 2005. This bish had a very dark and nasty soul, I must say. |
https://old.bitchute.com/video/l00ZFM7JexCw/
The link above is from just another of dozens out there raising the alarm over this fake celebration.
Let's take a look, shall we?
Gee whiz! There is a spiritual/demon/slave system gun pointed at the head of every citizen of this country, but not the illegal aliens. Never them. Only us. Oh sure, they will have groups of Indians, Asians, blacks, and others to come - gang stalkers covenites - to be bussed in for the multi cultural reveal of the NEW America. Do we get Indians openly shitting on the ground too and defacing National Monuments? We get them doing that everywhere else, why not here? That, they will stop. At least them dump tiny statues of Hanuman and Shiva into the reflecting pool. Right? To curse the waters.
So...
Don
https://old.bitchute.com/video/R5bIaf6JZuDC/
It started on Full moon and is still like this. We'll see after today, though, the end of period for the moon completion cycle.
July 1st, 2026
Don Bradley
Last night, I watched about 3 minutes of that movie and then turned it off. For several reasons.
Demons were simply POURING out of the TV into the room. Which can only mean HUGE ritual spells were put upon this movie. Which is why devils like Elon and others are pushing this. Even Mel Gibson.
It was more than obvious that the writers were sending coded messages from the movie to assets in Europe and America, to mimic the protagonist in this film as a role to play, often as fake, but also, in hopes of those easily possessed by spirits – trannies and covenites – to pick up a gun and start shooting Muslims and Indians.
The film starts off with a black Nigerian illegal alien in France slitting a blond's throat as she held the hand of her 8 year old son while walking home from a corner grocery store and running off. Next scene is obviously husband walking around with a gun and a silencer. Right off.
Instantly after that, is yet another blond woman Tik Tokking to an “audience” about how we need guys like that in AMERICA. She says, he's the REAL DEAL. And they run a gamut of “people on the street” interviews where everyone is supporting the vigilante. Just exactly like BOONDOCK SAINTS, the movie. Same script, same series of events, etc.
It was the flood of demons pouring out in that 3 minutes that staggered me. Most movies from Hollywood have a couple of demons that try to come through; the more you watch and get into the movie, the greater their permission to enter your home. This was entirely different. A literal flood of demons were reaching out, trying to get into the room. I spent 2 hours in battle after going to bed down below, with all the demons I had bound in chains of iron and cast below, plus breaking alll spells, hexes, and curses attached to this vigilante movie. There were several. A great deal of evil mojo was put upon this thing.
Okay?
Lots of MKULTRA, SRA coded messages, and demons hit anyone who watches this obvious spell casting event upon the world. People pushing it are of the beast.
The Muslims and the Indians are NOT the problem. Who brought them here? Jewbie NGOs with government approval. They run the governments, too. That's the problem.
Anyways. It's not worth the trouble to see it. And your spiritual warfare skills better be up to snuff and top shelf, or you are playing with fire, subliminals, and MK – the demons brought up from below to get inside you and anyone else in your home. Just don't is the best advice. Stay clear of this ugly affair.
Don
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| Are we supposed to be scared? No one is. |
THE POWER OF PRAYER
https://old.bitchute.com/video/AJaytNUEl6dM/
YHVH is Real. So is Yeshua.
1 JOHN 1:7
But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we
have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son
cleanses us from all sin.
HEBREWS 9:14
How much more will the blood of Christ, who through
the eternal Spirit offered himself without blemish to God, purify our
conscience from dead works to serve the living God.
HEBREWS 9:22
Indeed, under the law almost everything is purified
with blood, and without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of
sins.
REVELATION 12:11
And they have conquered him by the blood of the
Lamb and by the word of their testimony, for they loved not their lives
even unto death.
EPHESIANS 1:7
In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace,
Don 6-24-26
| B600, plastic crappy lens. |
| A friend is always around. |
| Sunny - or Whiskers (that's MISTER Whiskers, to you Dork), depending. |
| Bambi brings a friend over for Dinner. Carrots are served. |
Update 6-23-26
| Morning 9am buggles. Camera time is off 24 minutes. |
| Bambi - A new boy. |
Don Bradley 6-18-26
Michael the Pine Tree's story actually begins in Ojai in December 2019. I had gone to a hardware/nursery store in Ventura and bought one of those living pine trees they sell as an alternative to a dead tree, people buy for Christmas. Not to celebrate Christmas – I don't, not since 2004 – but to get a tiny living pine tree to put in the backyard. So I did and in late January, I planted it outside as soon as it began to get a little warmer, as it did in that year, and christened him Michael. Pic below, March 2020.
Little Michael then did nothing to grow. For months. He just sat there staying the same little guy, but not growing an inch, month after month. So, as summer rolled around, I gave him a blessing. Apparently, that changed everything. Within a week, a dozen branches began to launch skyward, that even others noticed it. The unhappy little pine tree became a vibrant, living force on that decaying, rotten fence. Pic below July 4th, 2020.
Okay then. A happy camper, an American expression. Michael continued his upward and outward growth and quickly grew to several feet tall and in girth, equally. Then we had “the talk.” I advised Michael that if he grew too big, and blocked any of the neighbor's views, they would bitch to the owner of the rental I was in and insist it be taken down. Can't have a second, living and powerful tree presence on the lot like Obadiah had become for like reasons. Satanists hate that. They are in love with death and dying and all things in decay. His key to survival was to stay in height below the fence. Be vibrant, yes, any and all you want to be, but if you get over the fence height, you now know it will cost you your life. My neighbors are all satanists and witches. ALL OF THEM. Like in Tehachapi.
In point of fact, within a few weeks of my moving out in January of 2023, both Michael and Obadiah had been cut down. Within 3 weeks of my moving. I know this because I met the owner, at the Ojai house, and we did a walk through after my moving. I couldn't believe that right off, they killed those two beautiful trees. But they hate anything that is blessed, especially. It's a living reminder every time they look upon such things of our Almighty YHVH above. Whom they hate, because the demons and satan hate Him. What could I say? I didn't own the land, I just rented it. Poor people don't own anything, other than used yard sale furniture, used old cars and trucks, and 30 year old tshirts and pants. I'm describing myself. In fact, they demo'd the house, plowed up the gardens and lawn I had maintained and on google maps, you can see the place is one vast dirt lot. Today. It's ugly. The place of beauty, life, joy, rose and three gardens I had spent a decade carefully crafting into place was erased by bulldozers and chain saws. Michael and Obadiah were the first things to go, a some days after I moved out. See what I have to deal with and to this very day?
Pic below – Michael in 2 years, November 2022. He deliberately kept his height below the fence line, as advised. You can see his happy face in the middle left of the tree.
Okay, that's the background. Michael number 1 and his demise. No more Michael or Obadiah.
So, in early October 2022, I am evicted. Not for payment of rent, I was always on time, usually. I was late 2 times over 9+ years and only a couple of days. No. They wanted me out and they figured for occult reasons, now was the time to kick him to the curb. Add to it, Ed and I were really laying into their dark empire as a team starting in May/June. Poop.
I understand. I had seen the Ojai house from above and it had become a fiery column extending into Heaven and lit up the whole area. The satanists of Ojai were shouting to get rid of me. They tried this 3 months after I moved there in 2013, then 3 people died, right off. It took them 9 years to attempt it again, and used a device I had agreed to when I signed the lease. Me being stuck way out in the Mojave desert was a dream come true for the witches of California. Now, the freak can annoy the desert and who gives a shite?
Apparently they do. Because the gangstalking harassment is worst I've ever experienced, and that's saying a lot. I've had more kill attempts here in the last 3 years than the previous 30 years combined. Even today, June 18 2026, going into Bakersfield, a coven car/gang stalker tried to push me into a line of Semi Big Rig tucks (the 80 ton jobs) at 73MPH. I had the fry him to get psycho off. I was box surveilled going down the mountain and the same back up, and the SUV cop car had the words INTEL on the side. This is my daily life, whenever I leave home. They are already at destination, keep me under drone and vehicle (mainly for the psyop, they don't need to actually do that. I am tracked everywhere.) And being at home only means they bring it here. It never ends. It just gets tedious. Then I get to work. Then they wonder why I lay into them. And the whole cycle repeats.
So, off I go to the outskirts of Tehachapi, a half hour drive beyond the town itself, to the edge of civilization. Where I obviously belong, don't you know. I tried to stay in Ventura or anywhere within an hour of the ocean. No dice. Every rental was instantly a NO to me. No exceptions. The only positive reply to an application was in the Mojave desert, far, far away from the covens and their little baby murdering way of life. And ever since I moved in here, they have done everything in their power to make my life here a big, weekly F you, pain in the ass.
So, on to Michael number 2.
So, as it happens, a get a positive reply from Mojave house owners; a coven, CIA safe house (as was the Ojai house) they use to park people who need a quick place to stay for a week or a year. These kind of places are all I am ever allowed to rent, since the 1990s. That way, the place is already prewired for audio and video surveillance, inside and out, the ground is sour, because only witches and killers ever use the place. Like that. In fact, on my first visit here, in November 2022, the very first thing I noticed was two things.
One, there was no sound. No birds, no bugs, no sound of anything. I had experienced this before, hundreds of times, at forest and desert coven ritual spots. A spiritual dead zone that eats sound. A friend I had brought up in the 2 months before I moved in and my son Matt, both noticed it without me having to say anything. Once a dead zone is cleared and sealed in YHVH's or Yeshua's name, the sounds and birds and life slowly returns. This would have to be done here, after I moved in. This was the shit hole I was going to be allowed to live in, far and away from friends and family, just me, Gracie, and Tink.
Two, everything was dead or near dead. The grass was dead, even with rains of that year. The trees were so desiccated and lifeless as to be a marvel. The front door had not one but two dead birds right at the door. Except for the driveway Cypress trees, which were struggling to stay alive. And then we get to the pine tree by the road. To all appearances, already dead. All the branches were pointing to the ground, most of the needles gone, and it had kind of collapsed in an inward way upon itself. It was heart breaking to see. I wish I had taken a picture of it, at that time. I walked up to this pine tree and put my hands on him, gave a full house blessing with all the trimmings, and gave him a name. Michael. In honor of the soon to be gone Michael in Ojai; I knew even then that they intended to kill him and Obadiah. Both pine trees were named after an angel that has looked after me, from time to time. Or one of his guys.
Pic below, Obadiah November 2022. He was given that name by son Randy in 2013.
I didn't dare fix up the property, spiritually wise, because the owners were staying in the house for 2 months prior to my move in – the endless runaround – so that the various CIA crews could update all the surveillance packages and they could fix the broken doors that would not close. You see, that house is a marriage killer...or was. The first few nights I spent there, I tuned in to the events of the last several years there and saw how much blasphemy and evil went down at the place. For most of 2023 I simply referred to the house as the Mortuary. The morgue. I cannot say more than that because I know where the bodies are buried and that's one rabbit hole I'm not going to bother about. I literally moved to hell and all the witches around were smiling at how doofus don is stuck in the kill house. Ha ha ha. My first 3 nights there and outside were huge black bears and dozens of tarantulas the size of big soup bowls, everywhere you looked. You didn't dare go outside for any reason. What was waiting for you was ugly and evil and the witches weren't content with me living in a evil shit hole; they sent owls, spiders, and beasts to pounce on me. All of this would descend upon the morgue the moment the sun set. After the first few days, and being certain the owners were done “fixing up the place”, I got straight to work. Sealed the whole place, cast out all the demons, broke and spells, hexes, and curses, and on and on. Driving out the spirits of the dead as well as those trapped there by deeds done long ago. It took a bit of time but by the end of the first week, the place was CLEAR.
That is where Dad put me, he showed me the house in early November one afternoon after I asked. When I came across it, my heart sank. I'm being sent to a coven house where very bad things go down. Being honest as I must be, my first take was “Why? Why have you forsaken me so?” I so very much understand the Psalms and King David(Daud). My heart was broken, sent to live at the Morgue. In a cursed, dead zone house, where very, very bad things went down and for a very, very long time. The ground was so very soured, that all life was quitting the place, bushes, trees, birds, all of it. “Tell me my sin, that I may correct it and atone. But here?”
I had, for 3 months before moving in, resented the fact I had to go there. Hated it in fact. I didn't see that the owners had ripped out the AC, the gas appliances, and everything. Putting in its place all electric and expensive to run and didn't cook very well crap in its place. I found the AC unit, in the back shed, doing no one no good. It is what it is.
Pic below Joshua, nearly dead. Like all the other trees on the lot. The cypress trees are hanging in there, best they can.
But this story is about Michael the Pine Tree, and it is felt that the backstory of the place would help you understand how Mike was in such a near death state, when I first met him. By the time I moved in, he was triple his size, fully green, and dropped all his old branches and grew new ones, IN 3 MONTH'S TIME.
Michael these days. Mister Vibrant.
Sad to report, since Michael's amazing recovery and new presence, the county, the Edison electric people, and various other assets the CIA calls upon, have tried several times a year to cut dear Michael down. Yeah. Out of spite. The bs reason? He's too near power lines . Which is total BS. He's at closest 12 feet from the pole. While the power lines down the street have trees right next to the pole with leaves and branches among the poles and wires. Same street. When I point that out to them, “oh that's not a threat.” Really? But Mike is? 12 feet away?
And I told Mike, get no nearer to the pole, because they are INVENTING excuses to kill him. So, he knows. It's the same story every month. Crews show up to “clear the pole” and only come to my place, never any of the others. Not the one across the street with a cypress right up against the power pole. Nor the oak tree on the house right below me with branches 2 feet from the wires. No those places are fine and never messed with. But me? All the time.
This is gangstalking harassment. Simple as. But the threat is real, so I stand my ground and deny them permission, which they need to cut it, because mike is NOT A THREAT. So, they need to and keep running this con on me that he is.
One of the many happy features of being a Targeted Individual and for more than 3 decades. However, this is one tiger that has teeth. Which I have to remind them of constantly by example. Like today, the guy trying to get me to wreck in a line of big rig trucks. He didn't care that he would be involved in the crash too – “I want to die for satan, give him to me” kind of thing – they all have this death wish. Once I suss that out, I'm happy to oblige. Here's something to speed you on your way down below, chief. The guy today immediately hit his brakes, waited for the line of trucks to pass on our right, and he shot across four lanes to the nearest exit at high speed. The danger had passed, Dad left it to me to deal with. As He often does. You remember those events in 2 Kings about Eliyahu (Elijah nowadays) taking out the kings men, fifty at a time, when an angel with a sword, was at his elbow? Read up on it. Why give it to me, when one of Mike's guys could deal with them? To reveal a thing. About Eliyahu, for that time and this time.
And yet, still they come at me, murder in their heart and eyes. So be it.
I didn't smoke the guy today, but he got singed. I hear he has sworn revenge. Like I said, so be it. Amazing...they never take responsibility for initiating the event that got him burnt a tad. They never take responsibility for their actions, but will project every wrong upon YOU.
Michael, the amazing wonderful pine tree to the south. And a good friend who says much about what goes on when I am not at home.
Pic below is Michael his eyes circled above and below, he put my name among his branches somehow. DoN. Anyways.