A typical Baptism
Don Bradley 5-11-26
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 their 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.
John 1
29The next day John seeth Jesus coming unto him, and saith, Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world.
30This is he of whom I said, After me cometh a man which is preferred before me: for he was before me.
31And I knew him not: but that he should be made manifest to Israel, therefore am I come baptizing with water.
32And John bare record, saying, I saw the Spirit descending from heaven like a dove, and it abode upon him.
33And I knew him not: but he that sent me to baptize with water, the same said unto me, Upon whom thou shalt see the Spirit descending, and remaining on him, the same is he which baptizeth with the Holy Ghost.
34And I saw, and bare record that this is the Son of God.
