Dealing with shape shifting demons, witches, coyotes
Don Bradley 2-16-26, 12-30AM
Update 2-16-26 8.53AM Sunny morning, no rain. so far.
Sunday evening.
So, about 10.30PM this night, I wrapped up the evening for bed. There was some skulduggery afoot regarding the weather, preceded by days of heavy chemtrails and all that. All the MSM, small and large, were all about the inbound terrifying storms and fear, terror, be afraid crap they love laying on the people. Even in stores the last few days, people were all about the big heavy rains coming for a week.
Oh really?
So, I checked it all out. Nothing from above, but a great deal from below. As in chemtrails and black weather magic, all tied to the inbound new moon.
Being the way I am, I completely undid all that magic, returned it to the various witches 100 to 1000 fold, rebuked all the summoned demons, bound them in chains, and sent them to Sheol, where they belong. I also sealed all the witches homes involved in all this blather, as a parting gift. Even now, as I write, people are driving by my house at 1AM.
Someone is really unhappy. A lot of someones.
Ding dong the witch is dead, the wicked witch, the really dead witch.
So, it's then 10.30PM, as said, and after my toilet, I head to bed with Tink. And, as usual, once I get into bed, I start praying. There I am in bed, under covers, talking with our Heavenly Father, Dad. When I finish, I glance at the clock, it's one minute to midnight. I was praying for an hour and a half. Which is typical. What I think is ten minutes, to me, is really 2 hours abouts, in real time.
I get lost in prayer. There is so much and so many to pray for, worldwide. And there are no repetitions. Just what comes to mind that needs addressing. Tonight was a medium length prayer – 1.5 hours – sometimes they go for 3 or 4 hours, but by then, I'm asleep in mid prayer. My body just calls it quits, and I finish on the other side. As I am sure it is for many who pray at bedtime. Now I lay me down to sleep is for children. For us older and allegedly wiser folks, so many in all the places need us to get in there and pitch on their behalf. For they know not what they stumble at, whom are really their friends nor enemies, and what is coming that them to destroy their walk and way, as it is or potentially. They need us. We need us. All of us. It's a wonderful way to end the day, seeking Dad's face and asking Him to help us help the world. Plus, when I'm praying the room is filled with one of my favorite smells – the smell of fresh cotton laundry. It's a wonderful smell, the smell of freshly done laundry, warm and full of fragrance. The room always fills with that scent, the moment I start to pray. And when Yesh is around, it smells like lilies. Sometimes, both.
But tonight, midnight, might as well tie the thing off and do any remainders in the morning over coffee or sometime in the AM.
That's when the coyote just off the property line started up. A single coyote. And boy was this bitch really cutting loose with a whole blandishment of caterwauling. It was just the one. No...that's not legit, just one. Two, maybe. But the instant I stopped praying, it starts? No way this is legit.
With gifts given, I perceived this was a witch, whom had sent a demon whom manifested into such a creature to create a disturbance in the massive cone of fire and light an hour and a half of prayer creates over the house and property. They wanted that ended.
They figured a night bitch carrying on for an hour or longer would so shatter my repose that I would “get disgruntled” and by mine own hand, weaken or even destroy the edifice Holy Prayer on a mountain creates. It's bad enough that the Dork canceled their crap, but this endless praying every night has got to stop!
That's their thinking.
The instant I broke the magic that summoned this unholy coyote it choked out a yelp and the yipping and wailing instantly stopped. For good. It has not returned.
But it's not enough to break the magic. You have to bind the witch, rebuke and bind the demons in chains of Iron and cast the lot into Sheol. You have to break their rings of protection, so that these pissed off demons can get some payback for the witch arrogantly sending them against a prayer warrior who knows the inning and the score.
Naturally, I sealed their homes – naturally, it was Sunday night after all, like that makes any difference at all to anyone – made sure that should such a thing ever happen again of any kind, the price would be heavy indeed. I again, made a wreck of any unnatural inclement weather headed to Southern California for good measure and to put a ruin to any “midnight black masses” going on in that regard. The rains that were supposed to hit the southland at 11PM never materialized. All the weather places have now pushed them off past sunrise.
We'll see what is allowed. And what is not. Could be...nothing at all. Or maybe, just gentle showers. No BFD.
The stuff in NorCal was already going, so let that stand. To keep the lakes and rivers full to flowing. For awhile.
Why share what is a typical day anyways for me?
So that you, dear reader, realize the immense power you have in defeating dark forces, should you expend any energy in that direction. What I do, you can do. That simple.
So, it's 1.25AM and I'm off to bed. Good night.
PS. Send any more shape shifting stuff at me and I will TERMINATE the entity and sender – even if they are one and the same being. How badly do you devils want this? Send another and find out. If you have the guts.
