Dad confirming his approval of the article. Signs, when asked for, always given. In this case, a Palindrome number, meaning, accepted from end to end, son. 5-12-26
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Modern women run from taking responsibility...about themselves.
https://old.bitchute.com/video/Lw6sKiP4eZ9s/
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.
Don Bradley 5-11-26
Dad confirming his approval of the article. Signs, when asked for, always given. In this case, a Palindrome number, meaning, accepted from end to end, son. 5-12-26
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| Dad confirming his approval of the article. Signs, when asked for, always given. In this case, a Palindrome number, meaning, accepted from end to end, son. |
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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 1st 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 3rd 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 there 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.
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| The sky over the Jordan river on Yeshua's baptism. |
In no particular order of importance.
About 12 guys? Was it twelve or not? They came and went. And when Yesh came back around about a month and half after His baptism, He dropped by my little cave and spent a few nights, giving me the broad strokes of His labor and informed me, He was taking my guys. Sure. So, right off, I lost my core group. He also gave me a scroll from Isaiah. Which I buried, because I kept getting robbed by the jew's spies. He told me to go ahead and declare HIM, as the Messiah to whomever I was inspired to say that to. Right off, James and John. So, he stayed a couple of more days – His radiance just left me speechless, unable to talk to my cousin in the old way, about the old things. Over a couple of days, He bagged John, James, and Andrew and headed out. Didn't see Him again for at least a year. As for the remainder of my guys, they would come and go. Some stayed a season, summer very often, but had to get home for the fall harvest. This was understood with them all. That their time there was up to them. A day, a month, whenever. So, because I have to say, ABOUT so many guys. But it remained around a dozen, more or less. That was up to our Heavenly Father. I never asked anyone to be a disciple, so to say, they asked of their own freewill. Wanted to learn and help; like that. As it should be. I had no rules, except maybe, be kind to all. If you cannot be kind to all, you have no business being here. Although, at the end of the day, we had some of the best conversations – and lively, too – that could have been, to an outsider, seemed quite opinionated, one to another. But, that was our love between us. We, being instant friends, could say how we felt, saw, and understood without being misunderstood in our mutual respect and love. And boy could we find humor in ANYTHING. Our laughter was long and I still go for a giggle, ever since.
So, how did you live? We all camped out at the baptism site. Except in Winter, when I had this cave set back a ways, into the side of a hill. It was Eliyahu's (Elijah) old cave and I took it over. Had to get out of the rain and snow; it was perfect. The guys went their own ways in Winter, all having family and such. Every Passover, they would filter back in for the next years doings. Usually over the Feast of Unleavened bread. This was not an arranged thing by me, it just seemed to happen that way, every year. Whenever Yesh would visit, we stayed at the cave, away from the others. These were the best days of my life. Precious. A real gift from Heaven. They are still Precious. I am grateful Dad restored all those memories in this life. I value them more than anything.
Did the “foreigners” ever mistake you for the Messiah? No. I disabused ANYONE of that notion, always. However, I always told EVERYONE, that the real Messiah was now in the land and if it was in their heart, seek Him out. These foreigners always did; they had come so far and after their baptism, wanted more of this unseen “God” named YHVH. They all said the gods of their land never affected them as they were now; the sun never shone so brighter as it did NOW, and all very that. We always knew the where abouts Yesh and his guys were, because each baptismal group brought intelligence on the matter that we shared with others. Yesh was in Capernaum. Yesh was in Galilee. Yesh was in Jerusalem. Whatever the latest sighting, we shared EVERY SINGLE TIME, after they were baptized. Everyone.
How close were you and Yeshua as cousins? Well, my mother Elizabeth and His mother, Mary, were very close. The Holy Word tells you; they were both pregnant at the same time, mom was 5 months ahead of Mary, and Mary was present at my birth. They stayed close, though we didn't see that family for more than a dozen years after Mary's birth of our Savior. They just vanished, no one knew where or if they were even alive. Because last we heard, they went to Bethlehem for the census, and Herod wiped out all the children there. For years, we assumed the worst. They were dead. But, mom always talked about her, all the time, things they shared between themselves. I was a teenager, about 16, when I met Yeshua – who was the same age – for the first time. From then on, and when events made them so, we both visited him in Nazareth and His family came to see us. So, distant cousins because we lived outside of Jerusalem, He was a Northerner, as they were known in those days. Both births – Yesh and I – were announced to both our parents by Gabriel. Same Angel. Zachariah was struck dumb and was told to give me the name of Yahuanon – no consonant, the Yids added to my name. It was pronounced, phonetically YAH WHO A NON (John in our now time.) Mary (Maria) and Yousef were both given visits and dreams by Gabriel as the Bible teaches. You all know the Gospel story, or should. So, from teenagers on, whenever there were family visits and for more than a dozen or so years, usually yearly, we spent all our time together like brothers. So, distant cousins but very close when together. I was getting REAL Rabbinical instruction from Zachariah and Yeshua was an amazing wood worker, or carpenter, Yousef's trade. I was born in the Spring and Yesh was born in the Fall. Not December. I am sure there are families, in the world to this day, that have similar stories with their cousins that visit when younger. As I recall, after around 25 or 26, I didn't see much of Yeshua, until I was 29, and then He started in on that YOU HAVE THIS GREAT WORK TO PERFORM FOR OUR FATHER chat that I had heard from my father all my life, as far back as I could remember. Then I saw him a lot. He became and replaced Zach as my Teacher, that last year before I turned 30. I am not permitted to discuss further of this time, how I came to be in Bethany, or what we did together that last year. Yeshua consecrated me in the Holy Way of Kings and Prophets for my labor. As did Zachariah, earlier. So, I got that twice. The second time was the one with Power and Grace.
Was that all you ate, bread and fruit? No. Thankfully, but not always, someone we would baptize would return with a cart with a dressed lamb, or a basket of scaled fish, already broiled. Usually, one of my guys knew how to fish, and that guy, usually had hooks, on a string, wedged into a tree that hung several hooks in the water. Then he sat and watched. We were fast learners, and the lot of us learned this simple trade. YHVH provided the fish, every time. We did this every other or every 3rd day. If the crowd was big, no fishing, too tired, the lot of us. If the day's doings, were small affairs, we would fish that last hour or two before sunset. Sometimes, we went a couple days with no food. That happened actually frequently. These were fast days and we treated them as spiritual fast days, not starvation days. In the winter, I went without food very often. Martha would take care of me, feed me, when I showed up in Bethany; she became my personal cafe, so to say and knew John needed a meal, and sent me off with a bag of food for later. I tried not to impose, but she always made it easy for me to just appear and expect and get, a meal or so. With the guys, when we went without, we took the lemons and made lemonade, as one does. Or, to paraphrase Sam, “What? 50 of you and no one brought a sandwich? Let me get it!” A tiny, feeble joke there. A giggle.
What happened to your whole Bethany group and the site? I was arrested by Herod Antipas, because their spies had listened in on one of our campsite campfire dinners and reported back to him that I was calling him and his wife, a whore, and him, an idolater, among other disparaging remarks I had made. Frankly, and strictly being a REAL Rabbi myself and consecrated as a Rabbi in the the Levitical way – Zachariah insisted – Herod was in violation of the law. He murdered his very own brother, married the witch of his murdered brother, and was known throughout Judea as a worse scoundrel than Herod the Great, so called. He also routinely brought idols into the sanctuary of the Temple and left them there. Of course I bagged on him; railed on him constantly. But in private, with my friends. The jews always were spying on us. They just let me run my mouth and arrested me for sedition, as I recall that being the charge I heard. I was taken in irons, walked behind some horses, all the way to Machearus, to a prison cell in the side of hill. I never was allowed visitors or contact with the outside world, ever after. I cannot honestly tell you what happened to the guys or things in that place, afterward. I came in the spirit as foretold by Isiah, not with the powers of Elijah. My heart was to be and bring peace, make Yeshua's way before Him straight; make the vessels ready to go with the Holy Spirit, the water baptism part of that, while He provided the Fire Baptism part. As He did. In this now time, I come as Elijah, not John. With all the 7 powers I had. And seven titles. One day, if permitted, I will talk about that. Maybe.
Dead seems a rather serious punishment for some jew waving a staff at people. Does it? First, these spies were all Edomite Jews. All of them. Then as now, I could see the veritable CLOUDS OF DEMONS infesting them, one and all. It sounds just like the incessant buzzing of flies, really does. BZzzzzzzzzz. Nauseating, then and now, to hear. I could and can, see the angels or perceive them around, same as demons. Hear both. One of the gifts he gives his prophets, when you get turned on for your work. Wait until you see a dozen snake heads, like Medusa, popping in and out of someone's skull. That will put you off your feed, right away. It's ugly. And all these witches have both, the snake heads and the buzzing flies, all around them, to this very day. No one can play you when you are watching this going on with them, believe me, when they think they might be. As for the guy in question, he was trying to hurt those people and he had his eyes directly upon me, John. Those staffs were made of walnut, mainly. A very hard wood, an inch and a quarter in diameter, about 6 feet long. And here comes crazy guy wanting to kill us all. Two things. No one showed any fear. Nor I. We just watched him run at us, full tilt with murder in his eyes. This guy wanted to split some heads, big time. About half way to us, one of the angels just instantly got on him and cut his cord. End of death wish. Though it was for himself. The thing he wished upon the innocent, became his very own fate. Read the Psalms. A lot of folks are planning, have planned, have tried, still try, for my demise. Where are they? They are none.
Why did your guys have to come to you for settlement on an issue? First, no one had to do anything, ever. They would not have been there if they did not want to be there. Second, I was an ordained, Levitical Priest, a Real old school Rabbi; Rabbi just means TEACHER, nothing else. Not a Talmud nor zoran evil Rabbi like the pigs with the black hats today are. The rabbis in the world today are agents of satan. ALL OF THEM. On points of the law, in that time as John, I was a lifetime trained and educated in the Holy Word and the walk and way of the Natsarim, how I was raised. As my father before me, Zachariah was also raised. In those days, you were raised and trained in the Holy Walk and Way for 30 years. Then became a Levitical Priest, a Rabbi. Not before. And, I was consecrated and ordained in the Temple in Jerusalem. Historical Fact.
Ever baptize a black man? Of course. Ethiopians, Macedonians, Syrians, Egyptians, they came from all over, that last year. YHVH and Yeshua is for all. Not just the Yahudim. And why wouldn't I? Also this; Judea was and still is, a very cosmopolitan land. Always was. The rules against inter marriage was valid then for the 12 tribes to become spread out over the world, as the jews are trying to wipe out today. But, in our time, the 21st century, there is a blending – now pay close attention – taking place. As gentiles are being grafted into the branch of Holiness, so they are also, into the bodies of that branch. This is why our Father is allowing the blending of the races so that these gentiles can have Yahudim DNA, and complete the circuit of their attainment and salvation. The jews are unknown to themselves, doing PRECISELY what's Dad's plan is for the world. Not the slaughtering of the whites part, that's a jewbie thing. But being grafted in the branch – the merging of the Yahudim and the Gentile was always the plan. It's right there in the Holy Word. Peter and Yesh themselves made that quite clear, as did Paul. As did I myself, at the time. And am doing now, in this time. So, both in body and in spirit, the gentiles are being grafted into the children of YHVH. Yes, I happily baptized black men.
Was the Martha that served your baptism group the same Martha, whose brother was Lazarus, raised from the dead? Yes. She and Lazarus lived in Bethany, my backyard. I knew everyone that lived in that place. They became my friends. Yeshua spent a great deal of time in Bethany, after the first year. In fact, I'd say a good portion of the denizens of Bethany were out and out, followers of Yeshua. Not all, but most. It goes without saying then, my visits with Yesh, coincided with his visits to Bethany, a few of those visits recorded in the Bible. Including the raising of Lazarus from the dead. When I was away from Bethany, I had heard He'd been there. No, I was not there for Lazarus's resurrection. Wished I had been. Thing to remember is, on baptism days, I had my hands full of my own doings, so skipping off to see or do something else never came into my mind. I had a job to do and I did it the best I could.
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Following Torah – or else!
Don Bradley May 9th, 2026
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| 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
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| Tabernacles October 2025 |
https://old.bitchute.com/video/OLomIImyOpaQ/
All of Canada's rivers, lakes, and streams are NOW polluted. You can no longer drink the water as before.
https://old.bitchute.com/video/7m7NfapXyY3G/
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| Dealing with hoaxers |
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
https://old.bitchute.com/video/56lSOWlLQGXc/
For every one they find, there are hundreds they never see.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
"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] "
