Want to know whom I AM - Don? Really read what's written here

Don Bradley 9-16-26 

My surf spot, Fariah Beach. This is not about surfing. It's much deeper than that. For you skim readers.

You know...try and LIVE the Holy Word once in awhile. Love your enemies as yourselves. Try it. You'll live a great deal better as a soul than you ever did. Unless they are there to kill you. Then be ready, because that does happen.

My best friend is coven and was once upon a time, SALOME. Let that one roll around in your noggin. Now, can you love your killer? Can you? 

Burning down my surf spot during the Thomas fire. THANKS!

Want to really know who I am? Read this section. So many of you just skim these articles, data mining or simply uninterested. I understand. You treat your life the same way.

Our CHURCH. The real thing. Our Father is NOT found in a building made by men. Holy Word will tell you that truth. The building is a trap for souls, especially in our time. Any time.

Acts 7 

48Howbeit the most High dwelleth not in temples made with hands; as saith the prophet, 

 This spot is great for Long Boards. Sunboard, mine own, is a 9'6” long, perfectly balanced wave eater; do you know how hard it is to find a board that fits you, your weight and soul? And the only way you can truly know is to paddle out and take him down the line, That means you had to buy it first. We could never afford a new board. No money for that. But we were always were fortunate. When we bought our boards, most were bought from guys who HAD MONEY, surfed once, couldn't take the danger and being thrashed by powerful waves slamming them into sand bars on the ocean floor and then sold their pristine boards. Some were really old – Rhino chaser and Rincon Ghost, were long in the teeth. A horse term.

We always named our personal boards. We'd fix cracks, breaks, dings, dents, ourselves. Learned how to do it. Poor people have to do for themselves. Can't afford a surf shop, pro repair.

Rincon Ghost, Mister Acabano, Sunboard, Rhino Chaser, Foam board. Plus a few others we were given we kept around to teach anyone – for free – how to surf. If they asked, we provided. We taught a great many young guys and gals, how to surf. Our pleasure, any time.

Sunboard and I and a son.

To this day, my surfboard sits on a shelf behind me, 4 feet away. Since 2007, there is a board where I do my daily work...for you all and Heaven for more than twenty years now. I have a thing with water.

And the Great Master of Surfing, Chipper Bro, became our instant friend and over summers, hung out with us at the beach. We loved the guy. Chipper Bro created an outfit called BEST DAY EVER; and we helped him. I couldn't donate money – what money? But I could give all I was and am, for others. That I could do. What BDE was, is a group of surfers and volunteers that took autistic children out on the waves, safe and sane, so they could experience the joys of the ocean, they could never otherwise realize in their lives. We did this every summer for years. 3 times a summer for a weekend. Kayaking, surfing, small boating, like that. I still have half a dozen blue T shirts from those days. It was wonderful.

An autistic lives in a well, looking up, to live life seeing it through a very narrow lens. For their sins of a previous life. Born into coven families. That didn't mean anything to son Matt and I. We wanted to give and help, and give them a remembrance of a time when anything was possible and the lens was widened and STAYED WIDENED. For the rest of their days. I little gift I gave them, the parents never knew about, until later. And they call me the bad guy. Wow.

And dig it. All those parents hated me for that. One time, was at a beach eatery and sitting in front of me was this 13 year old autistic girl with her family and grandparents. I could never afford to eat at this spot, a dear friend took me there as a treat. Thank you. During the meal, she kept smiling at me, sometimes crying, and kept pointing at me. Finally, I took a risk and did it. Dad said no healing, for her atonement was not yet finished. Poop. But what I did was, was got up, went around the tables and as I approached she launched up from her chair and bum rushed me with the most powerful hug I've ever received IN MY LIFE. She was crying. I held her in my arms, told it was just this life and no other and peace would follow her all her days. They vaxxed that little girl and killed her. Once as a child that made her that way, autistic and later, with the Vax weapon for real. She sleeps, but not in the dry places.

Thanks mommy.

I've only ever tried to do for these lost souls in covens and to this day, they try to kill me. Not asking for thanks. Don't want it. But wow.

Me and Chipper Bro, a BIG GUY. Center of pic

Chipper Bro – the man, the legend, the surf king. He's actually famous, in those circles.

He's coven, but we never cared about that. We loved him. I take people as I find them. He was one of the very few coven guys that actually was decent to us. Oh well.

You know...try and LIVE the Holy Word once in awhile. Love your enemies as yourselves. Try it. You'll live a great deal better as a soul than you ever did. Unless they are there to kill you. Then be ready, because that does happen.

My best friend is coven and was once upon a time, SALOME. Let that one roll around in your noggin. Now, can you love your killer?

 

 

 

 

C street. Surfer's point. Nick and Nater and baby the ever faithful truck.

We lived on peanut butter sandwiches, so we could have gas money to get to the beach. Not much has changed. Please stop poisoning my food when I go buy something. Finding my barely affordable lunch spiked with cayenne or a mountain of onions I said NOT to put in, or glass or spit is just...off putting. I have to throw it out. I am asking Tehachapi to stop doing that. Please.

I've been a wave dork for a very long time, long before sons. I always had a thing with water. Rather than sit at home as my sons grew up, I offered surfing when they were very young – never allowed video games nor play stations in the home, I forbade it. They loved it. It became a family passion, and brought us to OUR PLACE OF WORSHIP, where the sand meets the ocean and the water meets the sky, there's a place that I walk along sometime....

The village dork with Rhino Chaser.

That time with Our Father, feeling the Great Sea beneath you – a cathedral of worship – for my family.

What we did, was drive out to the Fariahs, or Rincon, or C street at sunrise. Unpack my very old Toyota truck and once at the spot we'd select for that day, say a prayer of thanksgiving. Suit up, take a big swig of distilled and blessed water, and head out. During summer and school breaks, we went surfing every other day. For years and years. Once a surfer always a surfer. You surf for LIFE. Because...

We surfed year round, when most surfers were summer only guys. Not us, every weekend we went to a REAL CHURCH. Dead of winter, no one at the beach but us. We'd just wear booties and gloves so our feet and hands wouldn't go numb.

It's a crossroads of the first magnitude. Water, sky, mountains, angels, Yeshua, and YHVH. After suiting up, we'd paddle out, saying Dad's prayer to ourselves until we were outside the waves. Then we'd gather into a circle, face the cliffs overlooking Fariah Beach and thank Him for this hour and this day. Bless our friends in the water. Say Grace and the Great Prayer taught by John at the river Jordan, you all know don't you. Our Father, whom art in Heaven...

About every week, pods of dolphins would hang out with us outside and we'd surf with them. Don't believe it? So what. We had an ongoing giggle FOR YEARS. It went like this.

I saw that baby dolphin kick your ass and knock you off your board. We'd all laugh. This was said anytime one of us would wipe out. And it actually did happen. To play with us, these dolphins would ride underneath or right by us, going down the line. Then, the little darlings would smack our skeg (the guiding fin, underneath all surfboards. A kind of fixed rudder; you steered a board like you steer a skateboard, with balance and your soul) and surprise, surprise, surprise, you no longer had your board beneath your feet. You went straight into the washing machine for however long the spirits of the water wanted to keep you there. That's a fact. You could hear the dolphins laughing. I still laugh like that, Gha gha gha. Around the house, when I laugh at myself for being a dork; only thing I laugh at, never others. Those whom laugh at the misfortune of others, even tripping or falling, have STUNTED SOULS. That's cruelty. The baby dolphin laugh. We loved those guys, too. Miss them, miss them, miss them. I quite obviously, need to go see my friends at the ocean. For a day or a life.

Fire guys destroyed our place of Worship.

We loved Fariah. Unlike most Cali surf spots, it was isolated, little known, and we made it something more than what we found, back in the day. As you do. For ourselves and others. Then the fire shite heads burned it all to the ground, of a purpose, in 2017. We never went to the more popular spots. Too crowded. Too many jerks. Too many thieves that will rob you while you are out in the waves. Which one guy tried to do to us. We caught him. Called the cops. Guy was coven. He wanted to take our passion away from us, but we saw him and raced in to stop that. Called the cops. COPS WOULDN'T' ARREST HIM. MADE EXCUSES FOR HIM AND LET HIM GO. When the cop left, the guy just laughed at us and every so often, would show up at our spot while we were there and stink eye us.

One coven guy tried to beat up my son Nathan when he was 15 – twice his size and in his 40s. Covens sent male witches in to harass us. Then they learned the hard way about fire. But...still they came on and on, every so often. We were away from people, but oh no, that's not good enough. (this sounds so familiar. Wait. It will come to me. Oh Yeah. Tehachapi) Have to come and try and ruin our walk and way. It's still that way. STILL. I've learned the most hardest of ways, you can never make peace with devils whom live by hate. They never stop. They just scheme their next plans. They only understand, sadly, one thing. So, that's what you have to do to live.

See how they do to us?

Do you SEE IT?

This is how we are treated, by covens, all our lives.

I live the Psalms, and the ever long complaint of King Daud. Almost half the Psalms are David complaining of just this kind of shite. Read them sometime. Turn off the TV for 5 minutes and read a Psalm a day. It will do you well. If you want.

Son Matthew.

 

My favorite surf month? October.

I used to always want a wife or girlfriend whom was what I called, a Santa Barbara girl. This is a lady, dresses is breezy summer dresses, loves the beach, is there every chance she gets, and has a little light in her eyes, walk, and way. I saw her from time to time, but she was always, already taken. Some other fortunate son had her and she had him. It was never to be for me. Not in any life. Those lives where I was allowed a family, she never appeared. Waiting for Our Father to turn me on for that life or doing. By doing time, the dream I hoped for was never to be. We would marry, love for life, and raise a happy family – like the rest of mankind. Not me. Never in the cards. I did the best I could and the boys mother, was the best I could in this life. After she booted me from the family because of Yeshua, I never ever was with a woman except as a friend again. I've been a virgin since those days. I've tried since then, but Dad always forbade it. Not for you son. For you cannot serve mankind and Heaven and a wife for what you must be.

Do I miss it? What do you think. I am a man after all. But I just sublimate all those energies into my Walk and Way. Many do. It's for the better. Father knows best.

Don

I see now why He wanted this written up, but was uncomfortable talking about myself. I am not what matters...

 

YESHUA IS WHAT MATTERS 

You can't have the Kingdom without the King

September 16th, 2026

by Eduardo

 Ecclesiastes 3:1-14

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth?

I have seen the travail, which Elohim hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.

He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that Elohim maketh from the beginning to the end.

I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life.

And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of Elohim.

I know that, whatsoever Elohim doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and Elohim doeth it, that men should fear before him."

This does not exist.

    There is a thought that separates those who think in the flesh, in the matter, from those who think in the spirit: YHVH will always favor any enterprise that brings the prosperity of mankind. A good and righteous "God",  they say, would always bring about material prosperity to people. Richness and freedom to every one, or at least to someone, every people in history theorized, truly or falsely, their own way to do it. We are taught the methods for material prosperity in our schools, left or right, we all learn how to fix the world. Yet every single one of them failed and will continue to fail. The reason is very simple. Every single one of them tries to fix the world without Christ. This fact eludes completely the carnal minded, that His good will is needed for any enterprise to succeed. You either need the favor of YHVH or the favor of the Devil to "succeed" in this world. And the majority of the people of the world, lying in the limbo of spiritual apathy and selfishness, benefits from the favor of none. Actually, they do benefit from the favor of Christ, that they may survive enough to turn their evil ways, repent and to finally acknowledge their creator. The satanists of the network "succeed", but their success is only apparent, and comes at the cost of their own soul. A fool's bargain in the sights of the demons that enslave them, they are lead to their final doom for a trifle of ephemeral happiness. Most not even that.

Neither does this.

    This is why utopias of any kind cannot exist. This is why communism, the pretty, some think, theory of equality cannot exist. Some even point to the first Natsarim communities as an argument in favor of it. Those, being of course carnally minded, just miss one little detail: they just had an APOSTLE, Peter, to keep things in order. And he had to, for Ananias and Sapphira quickly came to poison them, with selfishness, deception and faithlessness. They had the first generation of trully inspired Christians and the presence of the Holy Spirit guiding them. In other words, they had the true power of YHVH backing their endeavor. All these theories have none. As matter of fact Socialism and Communism outright DENIES YHVH. No wonder their symbol is a form of the symbol of Saturn (Chiun). 

And the jews sell this to every new demoralized generation as the solution to the inequalities of the world, as the solution to the so dreaded Capitalism, which they themselves being the biggest owners of everything, just happens to be the ones controlling it. They control problem and solution, how convenient? "You will own nothing and you will be happy" Wasn't that what the WEF billionaires wanted you to believe? Sounds a lot like communism, doesn't it? But it's not really about property, it's about a sadistic satanic tyranny of total control over the individual lives and their spiritual state.

They all look the same don't they? Generation of Vipers. Or frogs.

Star of Chiun, Remphan, Moloch over his crotch. The soviet commie leadership was Jewish. Must be just a cohencidence.

    This is also why you cannot vote your way out of the present evil world. Every aspect of the world system is controlled by them to mislead your efforts. These are all scams, waste of spirit.

    Oh men, how can you so proudly tell you know how things should be run? Do you even know what is really GOOD for you? He gave us good statutes and laws and we ignored them and rejected them, casting ourselves from under His protection to wander after our own imaginations. And therefore we became subject to the world, and his temporary ruler, Satan.

Genesis 3:17-19

"And unto Adam He said, Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree, of which I commanded thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life;

Thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field;

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."

    So, what should we do, sit around and enjoy slavery? No. But if prosperity was the point of it all, wouldn't we still all be in the Garden of Eden? How did hardship enter the world? By sin, by transgression of the law. Therefore, how can be it be ended in the world: by repentance, by remission of our sins and deliverance from the law. Therefore before the world be fixed, the spirit must be fixed first. FIRST. Them you will really know what can be done, without being misguided by your own enemy.

Matthew 23:24-26

"Ye blind guides, which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel.

Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye make clean the outside of the cup and of the platter, but within they are full of extortion and excess.

Thou blind Pharisee, cleanse first that which is within the cup and platter, that the outside of them may be clean also."

    So being saved makes you prosperous? His kingdom is not of this world. We are guided to our richness in spirit, not matter. And sometimes, it's exactly the opposite that brings out what we need to be. Have you ever noticed how people only remember God [YHVH] when in hardship? What if our Dad, wanting to bring us closer to him and his instruction and loving ways first allows us the right measure of hardship he knows we can endure, to purge us from our sins, to strengthen our faith and teach us to rely on HIM instead of our own means? A prosperous man needs not miracles, everything is mundane and trivial to him, as long as he has his riches. Remember how hard is for the rich man to enter heavens?

Matthew 7:7-12

"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:

For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.

Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?

Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?

If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?

Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets."

Remember. For whom was Christ speaking too, for the rich or for the poor following him into the desert?

Luke 12:15-34

"And he said unto them, Take heed, and beware of covetousness: for a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he possesseth.

And he spake a parable unto them, saying, The ground of a certain rich man brought forth plentifully:

And he thought within himself, saying, What shall I do, because I have no room where to bestow my fruits?

And he said, This will I do: I will pull down my barns, and build greater; and there will I bestow all my fruits and my goods.

And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.

But God [YHVH] said unto him, Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee: then whose shall those things be, which thou hast provided?

So is he that layeth up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God [YHVH].

And he said unto his disciples, Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat; neither for the body, what ye shall put on.

The life is more than meat, and the body is more than raiment.

Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God [YHVH] feedeth them: how much more are ye better than the fowls?

And which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit?

If ye then be not able to do that thing which is least, why take ye thought for the rest?

Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

If then God [YHVH] so clothe the grass, which is to day in the field, and to morrow is cast into the oven; how much more will he clothe you, O ye of little faith?

And seek not ye what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink, neither be ye of doubtful mind.

For all these things do the nations of the world seek after: and your Father knoweth that ye have need of these things.

But rather seek ye the kingdom of God [YHVH]; and all these things shall be added unto you.

Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom.

Sell that ye have, and give alms; provide yourselves bags which wax not old, a treasure in the heavens that faileth not, where no thief approacheth, neither moth corrupteth.

For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."

As a matter of fact, we are all bound to become the poorest, like it or not. Or be damned with the beast.

Revelation 13:16-17

"And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:

And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name."

So what is the point of it all? The point of it all is that we acknowledge our Creator and learn from him again His good ways. That we become once more his children, and not only that, that we become the righteous heirs of His kingdom once more. That we confess and repent from our stranded ways that made us sin and to be estranged from Him. That we resume our relationship with our Father once more and deliver ourselves from death and damnation. We wanted to stray as we will and he let us, that we might learn. Now he is calling us all back to the fold once again, to His loving care and protection. But only if we chose to.

New Jerusalem. You can't have the Kingdom without the King

He led me to:

Philippians 4:9-13

"Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God [YHVH] of peace shall be with you.

But I rejoiced in YHVH greatly, that now at the last your care of me hath flourished again; wherein ye were also careful, but ye lacked opportunity.

Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.

I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.

I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me."

Don Bradley WBM 95.5 FM Radio Manhattan NYC

Don Bradley WBM 95.5 FM Radio Manhattan NYC

9-15-26 

First show, getting to know me. Radio show, only one since 1999, on January 1, 2018.

Second show, forthcoming, the Thomas Fire. Geoff got my addy wrong. Not Palo Alto, Ojai California.

https://old.bitchute.com/video/lzxpJLL0ztEQ/ 

Once upon a time on the river Jordan.

 

Thomas fire ancedotes and just...stuff

Thomas fire anecdotes and just...stuff

The Thomas fire was so named because of where these fire guys started the fire. Devil's Hole on Highway 150, right at the Jesuit Thomas Aquinas School - How fitting.

Don Bradley 9-14-26

I remember every day of it, so very clearly. I have perfect recall of that ugly satanic doing of theirs. I recently was requested to attend a graduation of fire guys, and they had their designated burn assignment chief for California; a witch so in love with herself, all she talked about for 10 long minutes was how exciting it was to choose a locale, they were putting the torch to. I couldn't believe my ears. And these were NOT “training burns” or back burns. She even name dropped some famous fires she designed and how thrilling it all was doing so. And how fun it was flying around in a chopper watching it all go down. Every time she mentioned starting a burn at multiple points, the other fire guys started applauding. I was right. IT IS ALL OF YOU.

I literally almost fell to the floor. Because there I was, ever wondering what witch was the finger on the trigger. It was this lady. And there she was, 25 feet in front of me. But I forbear. Because of the setting. It wouldn't do to bring the amount of blood on this wart covered witches hands and souls to them all. Lindsay Clark has nothing on this bish. Anyways. This was April 2026. It was all I could to leave that room untouched. I had them all right there. Dad put me there. But 2 sons were there in the audience and their witch mother. So... They were this close.

Dad puts me where I need to be. Being whom I AM.

Want more anecdotes? I have a bunch. If this bores you, don't read. You didn't read the Thomas fire post I put up, most of you. Don't want to be bothered with facts on the ground. Just keep drinking that kool aid. When it comes for you, you'll never see it coming. That I KNOW.

DAY THREE of the Thomas fire, surrounded by flames and walking in the worst death zones night and day a man can be and put himself in, was Pearl Harbor day, December 7^th, 1941. My mother's uncle, John Martin, was on the Battleship California that morning and died because of torpedo and bomb hits by the Japs. That was a planned event between the higher ups in NYC, London, Washington DC, and Tokyo. 3 years in the making. All those documentaries, other than the actual battles, are total bs. Really. John John, as Mom called him, was a firemen on the battleship. He was killed. So, every year, for her sake and the family and that' s just me now, I do a post on Pearl Harbor.  I even made a 3d scale recreation of the battle with ships planes and other things. Took a month, for school project. Got an A back in 1971.

Thanks for murdering G uncle John John.

Most people don't even know what I am talking about when I say Pearl Harbor. That's a fact. Just skip this section then or turn on the TV and leave it on, as many do; hey...gotta get that Mkultra programming somehow, right? It's easier to not be than to be. In my experience.

Here's why I mention it now. Lots of guys died that day; a blood sacrifice to kick off a deadly and ugly war for Jewbies. That's a fact.

But here's the point. First, some pictures.

Battleship Arizona, blowing up in the harbor as the main powder magazine detonated.

 Kaboom. Guess which fallen angel this is, the witches invoked for the event.Some of these are so visible...unless you don't want to see. Lots of that around.

Battleship row, ablaze. Like the Thomas fire, lots of dead guys, for the sacrifice.

At the Arizona Memorial – ever been there? – a face in the oil of the dearly departed - the damned and dead, still trapped in time. That can happen.

Battleship California, after many torpedo and bomb hits. John John died there. Face in the oil slick of departing sailors. You can see, by watching the attack footage, souls appearing in trees, the lawns, the waters, the oil, the smoke. As they go bye bye. Check out the smoke and the oil slick below. I helped with one, find the other 3 in the shot. If you cannot see any of this, that's on you. I have more, but this is enough.

This is going to be a long one; here's some of it. For history's sake, most could care less about. And if you are an invading thug with no history with this land, right. Go pray to babaganush your demon idols. If I sound cynical, it's because I report what I see. The children of our time are as clueless as can be and that's by design. Stupid people are EASY to control and manipulate.

And they call me the Bad Guy. Wow.

 

UPDATE 9-15-26

The dog snatchers – Ojai Pink Jeep Tours

So, when out and about during the fire, I kept coming across in the evacuated Encino Drive area, these fat lesbians that were in those pink jeeps, with cages in the back. They were putting the snatch on dogs, because of New Moon was the next day. So, finally, the 3^rd time, I sat and waited and sure enough. Here she comes again – they had two jeeps out hunting dogs and cats for ritual – she stops, kicks in someone's backyard gate, and runs off with a poodle in her arms. I bum rush her. “What are you doing?”

Bish drops the doggie and jumps into her jeep – which already had a couple of dogs in it – and sped off. Now, before you jump up and defend her, explain to me

1. why did she kick in the gate? If she was Supposed to be there.

2. Why did she drop the poodle and take off, if she was doing a rescue? All she had to do was say, I'm rescuing animals. She would have left a note on the door. That's how its done. Had to help a lady in burning river bottom move some horses – because I owned 5 horses once and had an 11 acre ranch, back in the mid 1990s, in the mountains above LA, and that's what we did. These two lesbians never left any notes, I checked. Did I rat her out? How could I without proof. They would just deny and accuse me of shite, I knew.

I bet those people never knew what happened to fido and fifi; but Dad says they ultimately did find out, because of ring cameras, even those days – when they came home from wherever, because Encino was under evac, but no one paid it any never mind when they found out it was being protected, which I let the covens know right off, was so. They all came home after 3 days. This was 2 weeks into the fire. They trusted and believed; they also kept their homes. Anyways. These women only went to houses that were still vacant from Evac orders. Nothing ever happened to them, because they kept doing jeep tours and never were arrested. No one was, for animal snatching nor looting, which I saw both. Stealing from your neighbors. Wow...

Just stuff that never made it into the original article at the time.

Thomas Fire – Full Moon beginnings.

They kicked off the Thomas on the Full Moon zone of December 2017 occurred on Sunday, December 3, 2017, at 8.46 PST. Then power outage of 13 hours. Then a fire lit at the devil's hole at midnight on December 4^th 2017.

Understand the occult significance? Fire lady really dialed this one in.

Fire guys starting fires and not “back burns” like the programmed public was conned into. Where fires had already come through, but left many structures untouched. They came back and made sure those homes burned down. Highway 192 and EVR road, Montecito.

Real serial killers.

Fire put out by Dad in the day, relit by fire guys at sunset. A little game that went on for 18 days. To this day, I ask myself, why didn't I stop all this. That would mean a lot of killing. And to thousands of fire guys. For they were all over 3 counties, constantly lighting fires.

Fifteen miles away from the fire, an entire ridge takes out upper carpenterta. Amazing how that happens. And NO wind so don't say embers on the wind. That would set an entire ridge up in smoke all at once, as was going on.

On the radio in NYC. WBA 99.5 FM RADIO GEOFF

https://old.bitchute.com/video/lzxpJLL0ztEQ/

So, this guy from New York reads my blog and wants me on his Manhattan Radio show. For reals. Why? You guys haven't allowed me to do radio or TV shows since the 1990s, when I did them for years. I still have a gear bag full of cassette tapes of all those radio shows – its full – and a BIG box of VHS tapes of all the morning and afternoon local TV shows, From Kentucky to Hollywood. They wanted to know about angels and word got around I knew about them. 1994 to 1999. I even did a few Jeff Rense shows. I was the guy they called. I have the proof, still have the tapes and show times and publicity pages from newspapers in those days. When I started talking about chemtrails, all that stopped. Oh well. 

Even in the late 1990s, I and about 5 other people WERE THE ONLY ONES IN THE WORLD, TALKING ABOUT CHEMTRAILS. I even made a video, back in 2002, CLOUDS OF DEATH. Chemtrails are NOT geo engineering. That's a CIA disinformation limited hangout. It's bio weapons, Want to know how they do geo engineering. And I can prove it. New article coming on REAL GEO ENGINEERING.I can just hear them howling at CIA. 

I used to be a class 3 semi famous guy in those guys and was considered a “kind of authority” on angels. Because I COULD PROVE THEIR EXISTENCE, when no one else could. And why not; the angels and God and demons are all a fiction crowd hated me. So what. Hate away. I don't care.

Want to see them?

Anyways – this is a month after the fires – he gets me on his show, It goes for nearly 2 hours prime time in Manhattan. For reals. Thing was though, my voice was shot, gone, blown out. For living and breathing dense smoke with 100 foot visibility for 18 days and out in the middle of things. I spilled all of it. I sounded like a squeak toy. To me. He said he wanted the interview while it was a fresh topic and my memories would be dead on. Wait six months and no one could care about California burning down. Okay.

Then he had me back on his show, because the ratings were through the ROOF. Never had a more listened to show in his entire broadcast experience. After the second show, the radio show fired him for having me on. Sorry Geoff. Told you that would happen. I'm hated.

I've looked for the two posts on those shows. The jewbies deleted them. Doesn't matter, BECAUSE I HAVE MY OWN COPY OF THE AUDIO AND AM NOW GOING TO UPLOAD IT FOR PEOPLE TO DOWNLOAD AND WATCH.

See how they do?

 

UPDATE 9-16-26

DEW

Fillmore, 35 miles away from the main burn centered around Ojai, California, goes up in a flash of fire, all at once, along several dozen points. Locals say drones did this, with blue beams. DEW, Directed Energy Weapons. And no one realized that to not get vaporized you have to paint your house roof blue. We know that now, but in 2017, not so much.

Sigh....

Until tomorrow friends.

UPDATE 9-17-26 more tomorrow

Lambys in the fire. By Matthew Bradley. A week after the fire, Matt painted this postage stamp sized  little thingy of a lamb surrounded by flames. It sits behind me 2 feet away on the altar of remembrance.

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Santa Barbara above highway 192, flashes into flames, all at once. Miles away from the main burn in Carpenteria. Without any wind and you can tell because the smoke rises up, not to the left or the right. I'm sure fire guys have an explanation for everything and are even now, discounting all of this.

You'd have to wouldn't you. What floating embers? "Back burn?" 

Lay it on me. But it had better be the truth. 

Thank you for your prayers and donations

Thank you for your prayers and donations

Don Bradley 9-14-26

 

I am grateful for both. Always.

I've tried writing to each of you, but gave it up as a bad job. The addresses are blocked, for me; then I switched to using payhell to write you, you are getting those either, they say.

Won't write your names here. I know you don't need the grief nor attacks. 

You are all blessed, if you will have it. For we learn in 1 Peter, Corinthians, Romans, and Enoch - do we not? - that those whom help the beloved of YHVH, ERASES A MULTITUDE OF SINS. In lightening my load, you've helped yourselves. Thought you should know. Every good is returned in a greater degree, from above.

So, be of good cheer in this giving. I know how tough it is with money in these latter days, living it myself on the daily.

What would have slammed into you, tomorrow or after this life, is now, NO MORE. This is not salvation. Just a lessening of debt. And we all have debt; for no person is without it, none.

Hopefully, more will trickle in. For there is more to living in America than just paying the rent. Right?

So, for those who have or possibly will, my heartfelt thanks. And that always.

Thank you. 

Bless you.

Don

PS. Gracie and Tink, the kitties, thank you as well.

 And for the covens in Tehachapi. Sorry to disappoint you all. I was already packing and my mind was right on leaving - still is if you REALLY WANT. Just keep sending those departure spells at me, which I bust up. I'll get the message.

 The dork with an angel over my shoulder. 

If in the sun a great deal, my hair turns blond. Hazel hair. Same with my sons.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Regarding the offset day in this new moon period

Regarding the offset day in this new moon period

Don Bradley And Eduardo Eurioste

9-13-26

 

Because of the transit to from the movement of the sun, moon, in the latitudes, tropic of Capricorn to cancer and vice versa and so on, there is occasionally a slight time shift, that because of our modern, satanic calendars, creates a time gain or loss, depending on what occurs during transit.

This shows up in our calendar as extra day, when in reality, it is none. its a failure of complete synchronization of the two time systems. The new moon system vs the fake and retarded satanic calendar we are forced to live under.

 

This kind of thing happens. 

 

 

 For instance, Jerusalem is UTC +3. Sydney is UTC+10. That means that the new moon is happening on 13/09 there but still. 12/09 on other places.

If we consider a day starts in Jerusalem, that same day will only start 16 hours later in Sydney, but because of the modern calendar, it will be dated as the next day.

I only use calendar days while mentioning an specific place on Earth as a way of communicating in a manner that can be quickly understood using the UTC time system and our usual clocks. A calendar date without a place and time is of little use because of these differences.

So the moon was seen the real time day before in Sidney (which was a day after in the calendar, 9/13), but since Jerusalem is the start of a day cycle in the world, the start of the new moon was 9/12 sunset there. Since Jerusalem is ahead of us in the UTC system, it's ok for us to say new moon is 9/12 sunset to 9/13 sunrise, but that wouldn't work for the countries that are far ahead of Jerusalem in the UTC system, even though they are lagging behind in real time.

Please stop asking...

Don Bradley 9-12-26

 

I gave it 3 days to get to $2k. It didn't do it. It's always the same 4 people. This time, a couple of more than the usual supporters, whom are blessed into a Great Future. Last July 31st 2026, on daily messenger, I had 1.86 million views in a single day. No one wrote or sent in a dime, that whole month, except the same less than ten people. They've carried the load for years. They just can't do it anymore.

Here's how it works. You give what HE guides you to give, not what I say, and I WON'T.

You follow your heart.

If you want to send in a gag donation of 2 bucks, do so.  I get those from time to time. And believe it, it's gratefully received. Even 2 bucks is something. To a poor man.

But if you MUST ask me, the answer MUST remain the same. I'm not your heart, Dad is. Ask HIM. That's whom you should be asking. Not the dork.

Don

  PS. And frankly, it's more than 2k. Because of food, gas, utilities, same as you all. I'm no different. I tried for 7 years to get work. No one would hire me; so if you want to sing the dead beat song on a 67 year old guy. Go ahead. I hear that all the time.  "There goes the dead beat..."

PSS I'm not a Russ or Rob or Kent, or others, who raked in a decent living from their holy walk and way. I am, of a truth, the most hated man in the world. All of hell and 1/ 3 of mankind has sworn to kill me and boy do they try. If you only know, you'd be flabbergasted. What keeps dorkboy alive? Dad of course. But I must live as a man in the world of men, just like all of you. 

Have a blessed Rosh Chodesh. 

 

Angel wings hiding in pic below. Can you find them? 

Actually, there's a lot more in this one picture, than wings. And not just in the clouds. Pray, than look. What do you see?

Gadzooks! An angel over a very old Toyota Truck. 

How can that be?

Didn't scientism tell us that angels are a fiction? Jewbie scientists?

 

 

September 11 (Revelations 9-11) and a dark gift

September 11 (Revelations 9-11) and a dark gift

Don Bradley 9-12-26

So, as a nice gift, they killed the power on our little area out at the edge of the world of Tehachapi for 13 hours last night, ending this morning after 10am PDT. After that, like every night for the last few weeks, endless battle till dawn. Won't bore you with details you wouldn't believe anyways. They had no explanation, said the outage cause was a mystery today.

This is what they did in the Thomas fire that lasted for 18 days (666). Here is the link to the main post about that. 

Battalion Chief after starting a fire on Nordhoff ridge, for the 10 time in as many days. Dad would put it out, they would come back and go up and down the fireroads, relighting them. 

 

https://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2017/12/burning-down-southern-california.html

Interestingly, the day before, was outside with son Matt, and we watched for 2 solid hours hundreds of pumper trucks from as far south as Anaheim hundreds of miles away to the south and and San Luis Obispo to the north, more than a hundred miles to the north, and every single fire municipality came beneath our house on highway 33. At the time, I was wondering why all the pumper trucks in LA, Orange, Santa Barbara, and other counties were leaving to where? We didn't know. We would soon find out. Turns out, they did this so they could honestly say to the media and people, whom thousands of homes were lost and hundreds of lives, ALL RESOURCES ALREADY BUSY.

 

That night December 3^rd, at 9pm PST sharp, they killed the power in Ventura and Santa Barbara counties. For 13 hours. They didn't turn it on until next morning, at 10am. I drove through flames all around and so on to rescue someone who was trapped by the fire in the farthest of East End, Ojai. The road was blocked by cops – everyone already evacuated. I said not so, as I AM ON THE PHONE TO A WOMAN WHO IS SURROUNDED BY FIRE AND INTEND TO GO GET HER; he laughed, and let me through, figuring I was driving to my death. And I would have been, with flames on both sides and across the road, I had to drive down. Didn't care; a life was at stake. I put a protection blessing on her home and drove a further two miles through flames to pull her out. Which we did. She lived on the hill below Lucifer landing(meditation mount). Her house was the only house that didn't burn. The LL burned, a high school and everything up to her house and the flames stopped cold. And traveled no more westward into Ojai from then on, for 3 weeks.

3 blocks away, every day, out and by nightfall, relit. 

 

Next day, went to rescue her animals, with my truck. While, I saw Fire battalion chief after another, about half a dozen, go in the fields to start the fire up again. They couldn't' get it going, because...I fixed that. I took their pictures doing it. The shits. After the fourth one, they kept coming all day, saw me with my camera and turned around and left, This went on for days. Meanwhile the fire kept coming to our little ridge taking house after house, and went it got last two streets, again, the wind changed, and it stopped cold. For 18 days. They kept relighting the fire, day after day, the bastards. I have pictures of them doing. Footage as well.

 

I went a little crazy by week 2.  

My New name is Captain Smokey

I live in a box

awaiting the flames

to take the whole lot

It's here we will stay, 

flames and all,

until that time comes

when the fire has gone.

 

 Starting fires.

 

Driving in to start a fire

 

 

Doing nothing, my street. 

 

 

I forgot to include upper Ojai, Santa Paula ridges in  the protection zone. ALL OF IT BURNED. 

 

 

Frankly, I kept Ojai from burning, if you will have it. I put a protection blessing on the area, and the fire never got inside that great L, I created.

 And I don't care if  you believe or don't. No one cared at the time, they could give a shite now. 

This is just old stuff coming up tonight; feeling moody and all very that. 

 

 

To the west. Dead out during the day, come nightfall, it magically reappears, after chiefs go in with their little suburbans.

 

From my house, every night, here come the flames, for almost 3 weeks.

I lost my voice from the smoke for 3 months. But saved many animals lives, they tried to kill, not just the friend. Fire guys were flipping me off, like that. Also, one pumper truck kept going down for hours in circles in Ojai, just running his siren down this block, for half a mile, making the loop in 3 minutes. It became a game. How long could he do this and could he do it FASTER. Popcorn. I became hated ever after in Ojai by fire guys. For years afterward, every time I met one of those monsters, they would raise their fist at me and give me the stink eye. Go ahead. Make your move, ass clown. I want you to. 

Driving into certain death. They always let me through, because, he's a dead man if goes in there. Yeah? I don't care about death. Never have. People and animals, you heartless bastards.

 

All those fires. The camp fire, the paradise fire, the station fire, etc etc. was fire guys in helicopters and those little flame throwers they have. I have footage of them doing. Youtube deleted all that. I still have the footage though.

They figured out me stopping them and brought in the DEW. Then they pretty much finished off what I could no longer see nor protect. By that time, I was wasted by day and night smoke inhalation and fatigue. 3 weeks inside a fire storm wears on a soul. It did me. I became Captain Smokey, kind of losing it. But I protected Ojai. And for that nicety, they kicked me out a few years later. You're very welcome. 

 Below, zapping upper Ventura, where I could not be. And frankly, by the end of the 2nd week, I just sat it out and watched them finish off all of the hills above Santa barbara, all the way to 5 freeway past Fillmore. I was spent, like all the other do nothings in the world.

To this day, I have a deep and loathing disgust as to what is a fire guy and what these bastards REALLY ARE AND WHAT THEY HAVE DONE AND ARE STILL DOING TO CANADA AND AMERICA.

It's worth going to the link and seeing for yourself. If you care to; probably not. Because if  you did, you would try and help me stay in this rental, which looks like I am not going to make it. Am I right? Sure.

https://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2017/12/burning-down-southern-california.html