2nd Night of Zombie apocalypse October 12th, 2025
Don Bradley October 18th, 2025
Routinely, at night, and for a couple of decades, when our Father wants to teach me a thing or event, its living it as though there for real; but it hasn't happened yet. That comes later, along with the deja vu, appointed time in the heavenlies, all that. People, things that take place in my life large and small, world events and doings, here and abroad. Best way to teach a soul is to drop them right in the middle of the thing, ground floor. You learn to stay focused, pay attention, and do what comes at you, whatever, wherever, and whenever that might be. Sometimes under dire life and death situations; sometimes not.
And they are NOT dreams. Dreams are often astral, disjointed, surreal, and blend and blur feeling with environment, fear with reality. And are mainly, nonsensical. These doings are none that blather.
Like life on Earth, these doings are as real as it gets. For it is life on Earth; just a different dimension than the physical. And that's all I am permitted to say.
I'm not the only one that gets an education in this way. Lots do. The multitude usually does not. They are usually so very far from that straight high road as to be unaware it even exists. They exist for their “feelings”, serving their belly and the genitals, and gaining possessions. Mostly. The really bad ones serve their ambitions, cruelties, demons, and contempt of lessor lights. It's the coven hive mind, as per usual.
For my life of work, this method and way is more than necessary so that very often what is written is understood from actual experience that must be obtained on some level, to be valid and honest to the reader. I can tell you about the doings of high tables and covens because, at night, I've visited hundreds of their events – at the ground, below the ground, above the ground. I've been to dinner parties, swanky island gatherings, unholy assemblies in Geneva, England, New York, and many, many other places. I've been to state houses, intelligence gatherings, the lot.
Last Sunday night, day 5 of Tabernacles (Sukkot) was as real as this keyboard under my fingers, no disjointed surreal dream. I can still see the dew on the grass, feel the cold against my face.
End of preamble.
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Zombies, as they are commonly referred to.
As a survivor, to truly understand what the world will go through. I would say i was a freejack without any powers or gifts or awareness of spirit. It was a physical, fight or flight, survival thing. To me. Like any normie or freejack caught in this thing.
Only difference was, possibly, i wasn't afraid. I felt no fear at all. Just a determination to get through it and survive.
It was some place back east, America, Don t know where. Leaves still on the trees. No snow. Night time.
Aside from dodging zomboids, it was a matter of – and I will do it as the perceptions landed so you get a better sense of the 2 hours. To put you in my shoes. Forgive my inadequate narration skills.
The Beginning
Woah. Why am I here...at night?
I know who I am, full memories, but none of my usual powers and being. Been there, done that. This is a Dad learning thing again. Okay. Moon was out, but not full.
Nice clean middle class neighborhood. Like above Kenneth road in Glendale or Foothill Blvd in Alta Dena back in the 70s. Not a slum or the skids. Usual cars in driveway. Why am I here? Is the main thinking, over and over again. I'm looking around trying to understand the thing – nice neighborhood. The kind that used to be normal, everywhere in this country but are few and far between in our time. Nice lawns, long driveways, well kept yards and homes. Upper middle class now in our time. Used to be plain middle class 45 years ago.
Then I see them. People. Knots of two, usually alone. Just walking in a limping kind of way, like...aimless...without purpose. I move into the shadows as they come down the street my way, behind a tree. I got the immediate sense they were following their nose, by scent. Strange to say. Something like that. My move to the nearest tree, was a natural sense of preparedness, lest this event become an ugly thing. Still am trying to understand WHY I am here at all. I just accept, as I always do, another Dad thing to teach Donnie, to teach the world. Yep.
I moved a bit, but as one mind, they all turned toward me, about 6 or so, spread out; no hurry same pace, but definitely heading toward me. A sickening foreboding came over me. Whatever they are on about, I don't want to hear it. Time to go and right now. I ran to a house, opened the door, I went inside and closed it behind me. There was one in the hallway, one in the living room. Which immediately attacked. No words, no sounds, no shouts, just instantly moved toward me as one mind.
I pushed them off. But got a good close up look.
Their hair was falling out. Fingers "seemed" longer or maybe it was the long nails, but it. appeared that way. A girl about 20sih came up against me and was trying to bite my chest – the angle was, like trying to bite a flat surface, no angle to get her teeth around, but couldn't get anything in her mouth. Apparently, it didn't occur to her to go for my arm, easy to get to, or. a part of me she could close her mouth around. Like...her perception of how things worked was missing. This happened twice later, as well.
She was easy to push off.
I ran out the door and right into the arms of another girl, also trying to bite my chest, not even using her arms to restrain me or at least, something. Odd very odd. Pushed her away and she just walked right back into me, trying to bite my chest. These two women were smaller than I, so they just leaned in at their height. If taller, I guess my face would have been the target; don't know.
I had on cold evening weather gear, so nothing could avail them of that approach. If I was in my. usual shorts and a t shirt, maybe. By this time, I was tuned up and ready, adrenaline thing. My heart was pumping, I could feel the pulse in my neck as well. Was definitely throwing off fight pheromones as well.
Don't hit them in the face, as your fist gets near, they don't flinch, they open their mouth very wide for a bite. They showed no emotion or any sense of ramping up for battle as I was most certainly doing, all my senses pinging on high, as one does in battle. They attacked as casual to their own action as drinking a glass of water. Strange to say.
They kept sniffing hard like a dog does. Scent plays a big part of their being, apparently.
I had to keep moving and faster then them, to stay out of reach. I observed right off, to not let two or more get around you. Someone will get a bite in. They never did. I didn't allow it. Keep a distance between myself and them, no matter what, became the paramount to do thing of the moment.
This went on for 2 hours. TWO HOURS. They were EVERYWHERE. Houses, yards, streets, everywhere. Wished I had a truck or car. something tough and able to handle running them over. Something old and made out of all metal, like my '89 truck, which, of course, I didn't have. These were my thoughts. Weapons, get out of there, get some distance between these things, once people, and myself. All other thoughts were none.
It was late. Felt it was after 11pm or later.
Finally, went to a 2 story house, 2nd floor and blocked off the stairs. To think, buy some time. Went into a room and watched out a window. And took my first deep breath.
I'm in the middle of the End of the World, first thought I had. Beasties are walking the land, as foretold by Esdras, Enoch, myself. And countless others, reporting similar “dreams” over the last 20 years. It keeps hitting me...12 seconds from signal to whatever they are at this stage. Can't get that number out of my mind for some reason.
They never made eye contact. they looked toward me, but not at my face or eyes. They seemed focused on my body mass. They didn't use their arms in any way, to assist their efforts, just leaned in to bite. I have no idea what would have happened if they actually got a bite in on skin or whatever. They were dressed way too casually for the cold night weather; like they just got up from the living room and went outdoors. Or whatever.
Even when they were away from me, once they saw me, they were working their jaws, in a chomping way. Clacking their teeth very hard. It was unsettling. clack clack clack all of them.
They were driven. For sure. Biting me was job number one to them.
It must be about the blood was my sense at that time. It was what they were smelling. They didn't regard each other or act as a unit. They acted like no one else but them was nearby.
Their eyes had NO light of consciousness. I expected something to be there, but I wasn't thinking really, i was trying to stay alive and away from them. Not even demon shine or a sense of any higher functioning mind/nephesh. The cold didn't faze them at all. I had night winter gear on. It was cold out. They didn't seem to mind it at all.
So, staying where I was in that barricaded house made no sense, upstairs. had to get a house I could lock up, defensible, something like that. Power was out. I tried light switches; nothing.
Moon light was all there was.
I saw no running cars. no houses had lights on at all. I climbed out onto the balcony of the house, it had one thankfully, and got to ground level, and sure enough, every single one came right toward me, about a dozen now. I saw an elementary school down the street. Brick, metal doors, and such.
Headed to it, was attacked twice on the way. I just kept pushing them off and ran everywhere at this point, no walking. Wished I had a shot gun – a 12 gauge street sweeper with a 50 round bandoleer. A truck. A defensible place of some kind. You know. Things that come to mind when groups of people are out and about in an unknown city trying to kill you.
By this point I was no longer thinking as myself, as Don, who knows what and whom he is, and what he can be in any dimension he functions in. I was trying to avoid them and those teeth. All I was thinking about and what do I need to survive this evening, much less tomorrow or the next day. I was so absorbed in the survival trip I completely forgot I was asleep in California.
Just get through the night alive. Only thing on my mind.
Then Dad yanked me out. I woke up.
I have had several days to think about it. I haven't asked Dad about any of it. He gave me a mind and I use it always, first and last. If anything, when I do ask, it's always along the lines of “Is there any further understanding of this matter in the Holy Word, or to be known to me from you?” And then I let it go. He never leaves me hanging. Never. That only comes after I've done all the due diligence possible in thinking, research, reflection, prayer. Only after that. Using our father as an answer machine is an anathema to us both, Him and I. When others do it to me, without any work on their own, it's instantly resented. Rightfully so. Read your Bible. Think and Pray. What were your wisdoms on the matter? Didn't do any of that? Didn't even research in any of a number of possibilities in this world? Nothing? Then you are still in spiritual kindergarten, child. And being a child is a great place to start, in all the highest of roads. It's the first step.
This is my take, without any preconceived whatever, but strictly on what I observed and my thinking on that observation of that 2 hours.
They were changing from people to a new species of something. The fingers were definitely getting longer or nails were. it was night, so color was gone, only black and white and high contrast. It reminded me, light wise, of the shadows demons hang out in. That etheric dimension, that blends the physical with the astral, the shadows in between. Something like that. There is no way to explain that without direct experience. Nothing I can say would get your mind and understanding there.
I would bet they were becoming rakes or something like that. As said, just based on the evening and what I observed. They were changing and that change was NOT complete yet.
This means there is time from beginning to becoming and that time can be used to some kind of advantage. If you are wired to use the time wisely and have the means to do something about it. Which probably would entail dumping the normie whatever life it is, into a kind of siege situation, with weapons, food, and water. Certainly trusting the government to save you is a huge NO NO. They did this to us, no one else. For all you know, they'll just toss you into a pit of these things and sit back and laugh at your dismemberment. Satanists are sick like that. Consider what they do to trafficked children.
And remember this. Whatever you think of for a plan, they already thought of it and gamed a strategy to defeat it. They've had decades for just such sick shite. Drones are a big part of that plan against the people. Palintir drones. They are even putting a few hundred palintir drone kiosks in Tehachapi this winter. It was in the local paper last week. Tehachapi becomes the first mountain community to have a total police state stasi and modern spy tech on every square inch of land. We already have the gangstalking stasi here. Knock on any door, it's one of them.
You know what that means. So do I. Death from above. There are all kinds of death, not just from drones. DemonAI is going to run the whole smash, too.
I hope Tehachapi likes tornadoes. I do. When the drone kiosks come in, so do the tornadoes. Happily. And that is DONE. And tornadoes won't just take kiosks, either. And claiming they never happen here means nothing and only reveals you haven't been paying attention to just how many places in the world such tornadoes have landed in the last few years that “never had tornadoes before.”
This is beast mark stuff, I reckon. Like I said, no preconceived, just on what I observed. I wasn't scared; but I was on high adrenaline, full action go to it mode. Fight or flight, but no fear. If I were surrounded by fifty of them, probably would have felt a sense of panic. Like being caught in the middle of a group melee. No way out but fight to the inevitable death.
Another thing, when they spot you, they start working those jaws, clack clack clack. It gives them away, in case you don't see the one coming up behind you. A loud tell, if you are staying quiet.
Moving and functioning on the dead quiet was essential to survival. But once they see you, they all see you. However that works.
Also this. I've been hunted and hated all my life. So fear, doesn't enter in the equation. Only action and action now. Confront, face, defeat. I always stay in condition one, ready to fire at a moment's notice and then ACT, no hesitation. It's how they made me become, after years of being surveilled and attacked in public. Too many assassination attempts can make a man like this; you can never relax, only smile. It's all you've got. Or ever will have, ever again.
They say old west shootists lived forever in a state of mind of readiness of death, for all their days. They never knew when the kinfolk of an old enemy would show up in their world to settle an old family score. I understand. Completely. Every day can and just might be your last and when you least expect it. So you learn to always expect it. As I do. It's a hell of a way to live, but you , after enough time, live just precisely that way.
But what about the normie? Who has never once in their life faced real life threatening danger or death, as I have to do? Or combat or LEOs do all the time? LEOs know what I am talking about; inner city cops face it every single day. Or the elderly and very young, who simply just are unable to even deal with such things. How does a child face such things, still unable to grasp fractions? Or some elderly soul, trapped in a failing body, not even an echo of the man or woman they once were? What of them? These need looking after. If vaxxed, grandma is likely to just climb out of her bedridden reality and come at you. Are you ready to put down Auntie? You would have to.
See where this goes? It goes there with me all the time.
Didn't see or hear any animals. Not a single one. No dogs barking, cats on fences, nothing. It was night, so I just assumed all the birds were perched, but who really knows. Remember, animals will head away from collections of people to the country, away from Earthquakes and zombies, every time. As foretold. By me, over the years.
The upshot of all this is-
The “zombie/rake thing is going to happen, as foretold.
There is a window of time during transformation; don't know how much.
You cannot let 2 or more get near you, especially as they near the end of transformation.
You definitely need some kind of plan for this; from what I saw, they do not work as a group, nor even regard each other. Remember the CDC had a zombie preparedness section for years then took it down in 2021? There was a reason for that. The bastards are part of that plan to do this to us all. And they were/are all Jewish. Go ahead and defend Israel. Fat lot of good that is going to do you when the zombies take your family apart in front of you. Thanks to those bastards.
Stay calm, stay focused. Or else. Understand?
I'm assuming a head shot or cave in would work, but I just for the life of me, could not put my hands to any kind of usable weapon, though chair legs was suggested by Ed. It did not occur to me at the time. And, I didn't want to be near those things. Notice I call them things, not people. They were no longer people. Not anymore.
Get a shotgun, with lots of ammo. That way, if you miss a little, you are still hitting some part of the head. I'm ASSUMING A HEAD SHOT WILL PUT THEM DOWN. You can hopefully put them down before you have to get close enough for hand to hand combat, which a bat and the like would require. A good shottie would do that. Have the courage to use it without any hesitation. You are going to have to find it. Within yourself. Unless you have been a do nothing fat body all your life. You have to find it. Or die. Badly.
Before all of the above, turn to Christ and YHVH our Father. To me, it's the ONLY way out of this mess. Only way. Preparedness will only take you so far and then...because the bastards behind this all have gamed every possibility and are enabling the thing, created the thing, are sending out the thing, will close off all roads and highways by crashing teslas and remote EV cars creating logjams on every site already preprogrammed into demonAI computers. They have THOUGHT OF EVERYTHING TO KILL US, TRAP US, AND SEE OUR DOWNFALL.
Now, for what I know beyond that night, day 5 of Tabernacles. All these zomboids were vaxxies. Someone sent out a signal and made them a new and hideous, mindless, flesh seeking droid. Without a higher mind. Just enough reactive, lower mind to get about and seek out a dinner that would never satisfy, but they need to keep changing into a rake, permanently. They need the flesh and blood to BECOME. That's what's driving them. To finish being made.
There you go.
Don
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