A typical Baptism UPDATED at bottom
Don Bradley 5-11-26
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Uncovering Bethany beyond the Jordan - John baptizes Yeshua
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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.
The Baptism of Jesus/Yeshua
(Matthew 3:13-17; Luke 3:21-22; John 1:29-34)
9And it came to pass in those days, that Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee, and was baptized of John in Jordan.
10And straightway coming up out of the water, he saw the heavens opened, and the Spirit like a dove descending upon him:
11And there came a voice from heaven, saying, Thou art my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.
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| The sky over the Jordan river on Yeshua's baptism. |
UPDATE 5-12-26
Don Bradley
Questions and answers:
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.
Uncovering Bethany beyond the Jordan - John baptizes Yeshua
https://old.bitchute.com/video/CX9AWBvYRZk8/