San Francisco is sinking, final update
Don Bradley
Update TWO 6-10-26
Dad wanted me to describe what He showed me about that last night in Frisco. Here is the best I can do with what I am looking at.
I have been advised to do this final understanding on the matter; it may help. The night before, the last night the Frisco Peninsula is as it is about to be NO more...a fog will move into the bay, covering each city that will be affected by this event. A greenish/violet tinged fog that does not move. I realize that cities by the sea and bay cities get fog all the live long day. Of course they do; moisture laden sea air and thermals have much to do with that. This will be different in that it will have the qualities of
eating sound. Like a suppressor of things audible. Noticeably so. The steps upon the pavement when out for doggie or night air walks will seem...muted. For they will be.
A greenish/violet tint, discernibly so.
The thick, non moving fog that comes and and sets; not dissipating nor moving ever inland or in a given direction. It comes, it stays. Until abouts 4am.
Arguments, hostility, crazy making doings of many households will die out at sunset. Inexplicably, but of no matter, to those domiciles that have these unfortunate living modalities as a regular feature to their inner life. Chaos. People with vim and fire to start shite, will find the fire has gone out of them that night.
The silence invades the space of one and all. Not a great dread. But...simple, reflective silence that even playing music seems an offense. So people don't. They leave, most of them, the usually turned on TV, OFF. Subtle changes, but if one is paying attention, very much so. Something has definitely changed.
Flipping through the slave phone seems...pointless. So people put them down, many of them for the first time in years. The black scrying screen of demonic demand has no power to pull in and hold as it does all other times. Not this night. This is a night of purposeful conversation and repose, most people find. “We should talk like this more often, you know.” A comment heard in hundreds and more abodes this last night of nights.
A larger than I had suspected portion of the population will have a sense of foreboding or dread, at what they do not know. It's a feeling without substance. But the substance has been all around them, always. From cracks in driveways, shifts in sidewalk directions, sink holes, crazy insane cats and dogs, elevators constantly out of order, plumbing issues in every house or apartment it seems, etc. And for some time. What could it all mean? Why did every street side business on every street even the famous streets with famous digs, are all boarded up and for lease. ALL OF THEM. All the major retail stores and malls have closed. Most of the bigger Tech giants have closed up shop and moved out of state. Everywhere you go, the place is closed, save gas stations and local markets. Government buildings are always still open for robbing the people and their employees, of course. But all the great frisco restaurants are gone, gone, gone. Why does the peninsula look like a ghost town, save the condos and homes? The people still live there but the businesses have mostly all left in the last 3 years. WHY?
These are questions not asked. The answer is lies. Homeless people. You can blame anything on the homeless and people will believe it. And in many cities, they are the answer. But we are talking about the Bay Area. Not LA or Atlanta.
Mostly the folks that will get out have already gone. Some had dreams; others just could not face a future where their place in it was no longer assured. So, you go where you can at least Hope to have a chance at life worth living. And you move. Away. Never to return save for visits.
The remainder are quite happy in their gay/lesbian world and have no desire to change what they consider the best place to live, if you like sexual abominations as a life modality. Nearly every window has a gay flag in it of one kind or another. Especially in June.
Stillness of the night; the deadening silence; whimpering dogs and caterwauling kitties aside, as evening wears on and night comes, it comes in a singular silence. Until the sea bells on the boats and ships in the Great Bay start singing. They sing the beginning of the end. If one lives near the water, these will be many and heard afar. It's the last event. The bells. What did John Donne once write? Who knows whom the bell tolls for...it tolls for thee.
Even at the very end, some will be warned. Get in your car (2am) and leave now. Don't think. Act. NOW. Some will, most won't.
From above, consider the peninsula similar to a line of tightly packed dominoes. Starting at mid channel of the Golden Gate, the entrance to the Bay Area, they dominoes slide straight downward. First in the water and taking half the bridge with it, and then the peninsular old Presidio and on and on. A singular domino between Pacifica and Daly city goes down, but not past that point. The silence of the now lifting fog becomes a roar that is deafening. Not falling, nor falling over. Like being in a fast elevator going down, your feet going out from under you. Very that. A kind of spatial weightlessness. In the place of each vanishing slice rush the waters of the Bay and the Pacific, crashing into the void. This builds and continues until Great Waves 90 feet high are racing about the coastal cities of the Bay. Alameda, Oakland, Berkeley, Vallejo, all of them. Each new wave smaller than the one before it, but more than a dozen. By the fourth wave, these coastal cities will have disappeared into a mixed surface of flotsam and jetsam, and all manner of floating bodies and debris. No sirens. No warnings. Just endings.
This is what He has shown me. I show you.
I asked Him if there was any way or under any circumstance in which this outcome can change. No. But, He explained why.
The salt dome has ALREADY collapsed. So, whatever is holding the place up is more to do with His restraint than any other singular thing.
The ground there is so sour and full of unhappy Earth spirits and the like, as to require this, regardless. You can only foul a place so much, before one calls down the judgment. This is well past due. It is a Sodom level event for a Sodom level area.
It's more than gay or lesbian life modalities; much more. It's witchcraft, satanism, and human sacrifice at every strata of the population. The darker the better, is the thing there. Knock on any door; like as not a witch will answer it. They put up enormous statues and with more planned, glorifying abominations and unholy doings and government applauds it. You get the idea.
If you are reading this and know of someone whom lives there and have even the remotest care for them, share this. Doesn't matter where you say it comes from, make up any thing you like, I don't mind. Just put this in their hands, a viewpoint you read somewhere that you found “interesting.” At least, the intel goes in. How they process is their affair and you tried to help them. A thing that matters. So, when it's your turn, someone will help YOU.
Don
