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Know
that you are loved
by Don Bradley
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This may help others, as it has
helped me.
Jeremiah 24:7
And I will give them an heart to know me, that I am YHVH: and they shall be my people, and I will be their God: for they shall return unto me with their whole heart.
Jeremiah 24:7
And I will give them an heart to know me, that I am YHVH: and they shall be my people, and I will be their God: for they shall return unto me with their whole heart.
My relationship with our Father, the
Creator and God of all this reality of our existence and ever will
be, Yahuah, and his Son, Yeshua, is akin to that of a most loving dog
that ever was. And not as some dumb animal as the snarkies will
instantly declare. When I wake up, my first thoughts are of Him, who
is part of myself, and also, is my family, and also my guide, and
also Parents, and also my KING. For me, that is just a poor
illustration of how to explain this simple, yet complex, reality of
which is both a concept, beingness, and understanding, but also a
complete reality beyond any doubt. Dad and my Savior are all that and
much, much more.
When I think or speak to Dad, which is
how I refer to our Creator to others (and so think within my own
consciousness and heart) it is always with a child like loving
sweetness, as I also, around the clock and every living second, have
His presence in my heart, mind, being, and soul. It is something
separate but also united with the dufus that is Don. It is both
realities at once. When I think of Him, which is constantly, I get
this gentle electric shock from the top of my head down through my
spine. When I do a formal, “Dear Dad, or Hey Dad” communication
as what one calls a “prayer,” like one might write a letter, I
see these floating stars, quite bright and beautiful all around me,
slowly drifting downward, like falling snow. This also happens when
I sneeze, and I don't know why that is.
I tell you all this to set up what is
coming next, so you get a sense of this amazing relationship He gave
me when I was 16 years old, during a church service in Memphis Tenn,
that I wasn't even interested in going to—but that's a story for
another day, and frankly, who cares. A relationship that He has
demonstrated was always more than just faith, but actual physical
plane events, by the thousands, that have no material explanation in
the material world of evolution, number, weight, and measure. My
spiritual life is quite private and precious to me, and I learned a
long time ago to keep it that way. To share my daily was to invite
hatred, resentment, and scorn. And, very often, open laughter in my
face.
Whenever I express just a fraction of
what my daily life is about, there are always the deniers, the
doubters, the scorners, and snarky folks who have some kind of
useless and weak pop psychology that explains that I am just a
delusional fool living in some kind of self composed fantasy life.
Because I always test all things, especially my own perceptions of
reality, to make sure that reality is real, three weeks ago, upon
rising, I went into my private chambers with Dad and prayed the
following.
“Hey Dad? I have lived all these years with not only an amazing
existence of the paranormal, the fantastic, the miraculous, and the
divine—as you have given to me, I must know the truth of things.
For not only do I love you dearly, but have dedicated my entire life
to finding that straight path that leads to a closeness to you. As
you know.
But what if this is all in my mind? What if what the other
Christians—like the ones on the internet who have all turned their
back on me, and call me crazy, who declare that such a reality is
total bullshit, and that REAL Christianity is simply a thing of faith
and anything deeper, closer, filled with eyes that see, a heart that
knows, and a consciousness that perceives, is really just me
projecting some weird, wishful fantasy reality upon myself and YOU.
Which means I have been living a lie and that all these experiences
are of my own fantastical creation. But how to explain the witnesses
that see these things around me, too? Or the thousands of photographs
that prove what I am experiencing is not just in my mind, but real?
Am I delusional as well as under demonic blather? Then what about all
that work exposing the demonic, the hundreds of satanic altars I
destroyed over all the states, and exposing their darkest secrets?
Is this all just some delusional plan of my own making and not your
guidance, as you have guided with so many miracles that frankly, have
kept me alive?
But beyond the blessings, as I see them, of these super dimensional
experiences, my greatest concern is that I am somehow
projecting upon YOU, my delusional fiction. That I have done
this, believing what we have together is real, is more than I
can stand. It would mean, that all these decades, my adoring
love for you and my Savior Yeshua and what I have experienced, with 2
or more witnesses that always seemed to be around to confirm I wasn't
just under some kind of psychotic break with reality, as a terrible
fantasy that you have had to put up with.
That I have ever brought anything but the truth of myself
before your feet, or even the possibility of that, is just more than
I can bear. My shame is too much, if it is true, that this
relationship and the mystical realm of seeing dimensionally as you've
allowed me to have, is really just some kind of huge schizophrenic
nonsense as others say it is. And you know what they are saying about
me.
Dad, when I even tell others about what we have and show them the
pics of your divine reality that are even just a fraction of that,
they all roll their eyes, start patronizing me with snarky smirks,
and turn their backs on me. And many of them are big guys on the
internet and have written many books about the spiritual Holy Word,
though it seems mostly from the level of the mundane, the physical
and nothing to really do with the world of spirit.
What if it is even worse, what if, as so many claim, I am possessed
which is what most of the “Christians” say about the articles I
write, the proof I provide, and the witnesses I say exist because as
you know, THEY DO EXIST and can be examined. Though no one seems to
want to go there.
So, here is my request. If I am delusional as stated,
reveal it to me, in such a way, that only I will know and understand
your answer. If our close and loving relationship, which you add to
with all these gifts of seeing the world of spirit, and the many
other gifts you have provided, that most do not know about, as
instructed, then show me that too.
I must know the truth, Dad. If I am deluded or under some kind of
satanic spell, I beg you, reveal this to me so I can, with your help,
fix my life. A life lived because of the love you have given as well
as all this other amazing things I have always known were of you. For
you always signed your work, even with me.
But...but...if I am wrong on this and my mind is just a mess of
wishful junk, please oh please, answer this prayer and show me the
truth of things.
Is our loving relationship real with all you give over or has it all
just been me, and my life a waste.
I beg you. Please. Amen.”
Then I went about the day. It was the
sabbath 3 weeks ago, and my sons were all here for BBQ and a visit
and I was very busy being the attentive, joyful dad happy to have his
boys about for chats, food, and fellowship.
About 3:00pm, we were all outside
having lunch on the patio and Mike, our black and white cat, came up
to Nathan, jumped up into his arms and started purring so loud that
it stopped all conversation. Nathan began holding him in his arms, as
you would a new born, and Mikey just looked up into his eyes with
such adoration and love, that all 7 of us, stopped what we were doing
and were completely captivated by the symbiotic exchange. The
expression of love between them was of such a degree, that one of son
Nick's friend, Andrew, was just staring in amazement and said, “I
have never seen anything in my life like that.” Most of us agreed.
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| Mikey |
We couldn't take our eyes off of the
two. It was amazing, like some special blessing of divine love,
beyond just a guy and cat, was going off. It was so strong that
everyone could feel it and was openly saying as much. And it was
amazing...none of us, HAD ever seen such a thing. Sure, we've all
seen cats and domestics being given love and attention by us
humanoids. But this was on a completely different level. The traffic
down the road, which we can always hear, seemed to fade into silence.
It was just a mesmerized group witnessing a one off event of
sublime love that was totally off the charts.
At the height of that moment, with all
our mouths hanging open as you do when you see something that
impresses the inner soul as to amaze, I clearly heard in my heart and
soul,
This is us, my Son.
And our love is so much more.
It was all I could do to hold back the
tears.
I said nothing, but slowly sat down in
a chair.
And that is how it is with Dad; he
answers my prayers pretty darn fast, usually same day and in ways no
one could plan, fake, or explain away with a bunch of empty
mambo-jumbo.
This is shared, unlike my usual policy
of keeping my spiritual relationship and life private, as Dad put
forward the idea that this whole event, truthfully given over,
including all my failings as a soul, would serve some purpose to
others out there in the world. I think I understand what that purpose
is, but to presume it in writing is to presume how each of you will
receive it.
I'm quite aware that the enemies of
Christ will have every hateful and scornful thing to say. That's to
be expected from a group of people who kidnap, rape, torture and
murder children. But there are those who Dad has yet to call in this
life and those who are baptized and saved, and yet may need whatever
this experience has to give them, whatever that might be.
Yahua's blessing be upon you all.
Yeshua is the way, the path, and the life...that leads to not only
salvation and freedom, BUT TRUE LOVE.
For some of us, it's all we have or
ever will have.
From the Internet
I was almost raped when younger!!! While the man was on me and I couldn't escape, I prayed to Jesus to help me!!! The man's body started to be pulled off mine...His hands were clenched and unable to grab me... His voice struggled when he said "Get up and go NOW!!!"...Almost as if he didn't want to say it!!! I went to grab my purse and coat, and again but louder he said "JUST GO NOW...!!!" I looked back to see him levitating off the bed...FROZEN...WOW!!!
I got to the top of the stairs...There were about 12 of them or more...-Right then the man was able to get up, run after me and swiped at me, pushing me down the stairs. Miraculously, I landed at the bottom on my feet, then quickly ran down another set of stairs. Then I ran out the door of the building and saw a tall, long haired man standing on the sidewalk, 15 feet away, with His arms outstretched to me. Instinctively I ran into His arms. He took off His trench coat and placed it around, as it was very cold outside. He spoke and said "It's alright my daughter...Everything will be okay now...I'm going to call the police to get you and take you home."
I was in shock and didn't say anything, but I remember crying...and I felt so protected by this man...He held me in His arms while walking me to the phone and then called the police for me, as I couldn't speak. Who was this man who waited for me to run out of the building? Why did He call me daughter? How did He even know what happened to me??? He stayed with me until the police came. They pulled up and asked if I was the woman who called them? I explained that I was attacked...but that this man called for me. The policemen looked puzzled and said, " What man???" I turned around to show them this mystery man, but He was gone...The coat was gone...I said "He was just here!!!".
While being driven home, I pondered everything that happened and decided the man must have been an angel. For many years I thought this...Until I saw the 3 dimensional statue formed from the shroud of Turin...The man who I thought to be an angel, was standing in front of me again...JESUS!!! I cried so much...I felt so bad I didn't ask him anything, thank Him even...I prayed for Him and He came down from heaven to save me.
I am now a Christian and truly owe my whole life to Jesus. He is real...He is God...He loves us so much He died for all of our sins...Please know at his story is factual!!! Jesus wants to help you too...be your friend...come to your aid when life becomes difficult or even dangerous.
He is LOVE...KINDNESS...GOODNESS!!! HE IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT IN EVERY WAY...WE ARE NOT!!! NO ONE CAN ENTER GOD'S PERFECT HOLY HEAVEN WITHOUT HIM...HE PAID YOUR WAY AND MINE OUT OF PURE LOVE...TAKE HIS HAND AND WALK WITH HIM...HE WANTS TO LEAD YOU HOME...GOD BLESS AND KEEP YOU ALL...HE IS COMING VERY SOON TO TAKE US HOME...YOU DON'T WANT TO BE ON EARTH WHEN THE TRIBULATION COMES...THINGS ARE NOT GOING TO GET BETTER....ONLY WORSE...HE IS OUR HOPE IN A HOPELESS WORLD...MAYBE I'LL MEET YOU SOMEDAY IN HEAVEN...I HAVE HOPE!!!