Hunting
down the Saints
Don
Bradley
Revelation
17
5And
upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE
MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.
6And
I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the
blood of the martyrs of Yeshua:
and when I saw her, I wondered with great admiration.
It's
fair to say that most students of the Holy Word have always took this
passage in the discussing the Whore of Babylon as being both literal
and metaphorical. Literal in the sense that many of our Father's
acolytes on Earth usually ended their days dying a violent and
vicious death. Metaphorical in the sense that, this is the blood of
the saints of all who suffer for Christ's sake.
There is
also another component that will become painfully obvious at the
appointed time. That, indeed, the nephilim elite (blue bloods) and
those weaponized and turned into rakes, zombies and the like, will
seek out those with the Holy Spirit to do to them, what they are
doing to hundreds of thousands of children in DUMBS each year.
Torture them slowly, eat them while yet living, and then finally
draining off their blood to distribute among their kind.
For
the blood of any saint with the Holy Spirit is THE most potent with
the Fire of Life of all blood on Earth.
Indeed,
it will actually make them drunk.
It will
also kill them. They do not know it yet, for the fact will be kept
from them, but at that moment, the damned have SEVEN DAYS LEFT before
they go under some horrific circumstances.
There's
at least that.
Are all
destined to this fate? How can any man know? The fate of the
individual is entirely in His hands. Some may, many will not.
But be
of good cheer.
Throughout
the historical record we find that those whom are martyred because of the Holy Spirit usually
do not feel their death experience. In point of fact, they go on
testifying to the Good News even up to expiration. Many saints when
slowly lowered into boiling oil were laughing and singing during all
this, until our Father yanked them out. The apostle John was boiled
in such a fashion and was witnessed treating the whole affair as
though he were taking a bath. Singing the gospel all the while.
Frustrated, they yanked him out and sent him to Patmos, unable to
kill him.
When
Christians were fed to the lions they were singing and praising
Christ with all their heart, even as the lions tore into them. They
felt NOTHING.
As Foxes
BOOK OF MARTYRS reveals, this is how all who die in
Christ as MARTYRS go.
If you
are seized upon because your affiliation with the Most High Adonai
YHVH and put to the “test”—which is, torture to get you to deny
Yeshua as the Son of our Adonai, YHVH, then if the record we have
stays true to form, they'll be no undo suffering.
And He
is with you, always. Ordering even our very steps to an blessed
outcome.
The
following may help.
This
morning, I took a friend to a spot in Soule Park in Ojai, to show
them something and to reveal a time and event that happened to me.
I've had hundreds of such demonstrable things happen on this wise, as
many others can also attest, in their own lives.
It was
in April of 2005. I was undergoing the 2nd most amazing
year of my life, spiritually speaking as regards our Father, the Holy
Spirit, and Yeshua. I did and still do call that year, the miracle a
day year. For it was.
I was
also undergoing the worst ever year of my life in regards to
surveillance, suffering at the hands of the CIA and gang stalkers,
and killers. I was living on the corner of Grand and Grandview in
that town and things were so bad, that it seemed about every hour or
so, cars would drive up on the road right outside my open front door
(I like a lot of air going through a home; breezes are wonderful),
honk, then the occupants would scream out at the top of their lungs,
death threats, terrible and blasphemous names, etc. This was
witnessed by my sons and others. It was a daily and nightly affair.
Also,
that week, I had gone to see my landlord about a folding table they
were loaning me. I knew she was coven and CIA (being redundant) and
as I walking in there were two doors along a hallway; she shouts out
“it's right inside the door.” So, I open it and it's a bedroom
sized room with no windows and along one wall, was a literal wall
with double stacked flat screen monitors along a wide table with a
couple of keyboards. And each screen was on and had BW images.
Then it
hit me. This was my home, the rental, I was looking at. Every single
room, garage, bathroom, backyard. Some monitors had four different
sub-screens that had a given room, but with different angles. My
mouth hit the floor. I stood there about 30 seconds when she rushed
over from the living room, hit a light switch, and pulled the door
closed in front of me.
It was
too late. I already knew she was agency; this only confirmed it—the
great way Dad works. Every single person I've rented from since the
mid 1990s was agency. But, the scope of audio and video surveillance
was beyond my then understanding. She kept trying to change the
subject and so on. I tendered my notice later the next week.
While
this was going on, one night I was zapped in the forehead by an open
camper shell, as I got out one night to get my mail from a PO Box. My
mistake was letting them know I was going to get my mail (anything
you say under surveillance is being used against you; all the time.)
It feels like getting hit with a spit wad. Then a reddish mark that
lasts about a week or so. At that moment, the thing is in you.
All this
and tons more was going on in my life to the point of becoming
overwhelming. Everywhere I moved or did anything, I had a crew of
devils that would appear around me, dogging my steps or travel. I
could go to an empty movie theater with 3 people in it and within
about 10 minutes there, around me, would now be a dozen people. Every
time.
So, one
morning, it all got too very much. I just hopped in my truck and
drove to the park, in the rain, where no one else was. Now Soule park
is abutted against a series of small hills and a forest.
I was in
a hopeless and helpless state of Spirit. I felt that my whole life
was so penetrated by these demonics that there was nothing to be
done, because it was just getting worse and worse with each passing
day. Like waking up, chin deep, in the sewage of their evil. And,
even though I had His blessing of spirit, I was done.
So, I
walking blindly left, right, then up into the forest until it go so
thick with underbrush that I finally—for the first time in
years—felt alone. Just me and Dad and Yeshua.
Finally.
Then I
started crying. I couldn't take it anymore. F it. Just smoke
me now, because self termination is forbidden and a slap in the face
to His gift of Spirit. As it was, this is not living, but slavery
beyond endurance. My whole life under constant hatred, surveillance,
threats, murder attempts, implants, the works. That was my daily
bread. And I had to eat ALL OF IT.
As it
happens, in January of 2005, California had the highest rainfall on
record since the devastating storms of 1969. In Ventura county alone,
it took out a few dozen bridges, many roads, the works. The upshot of
it all was, there was huge growth by April and tons of torn up trees
all over every forest we have.
So,
there I am sitting in poison oak, buried in bush chest high and
surrounded by cedar and maple trees. Plus of few live oaks.
Yards
away I could hear and see at times, my surveillance crew tramping
around, talking on cell phones, trying to find me. When I arrived not
a soul there, because of the rain. Five minutes after I parked, there
were at least, from what I could see, about a dozen folks all in that
corner of Soule.
Because
of them, I had to weep silently, into my arm, lest I give my position
away. I simply just wanted to die. There's no way out of this; this
will never end. They won't let me get work; everywhere I apply—and
up to that time, I had a kill for resume—I would get hired,
then a few days later, they changed their minds and the job offer was
rescinded. Even low grade gas station work, to feed myself—a no
way. I only had the orgone income and nothing else, which dried up at
once, when I tendered my house notice. Poop, they even controlled
that.
Then,
for whatever reason, I looked up. At that moment, the sun was
perpendicular overhead; it was noon. It filtered down towards me. But
there, high up in the trees, were these two HUGE branches about 8
inches in diameter, about 20 above the ground, creating a perfect
cardinal cross, directly over me. Now, at that moment, this golden
light came through, no rain any longer; just a misty golden light all
around me and me, gazing up with wide eyes at this cross high above
my head, with what appeared to be very little holding such heavy
timbers among the leaves. And it was raining. No sun any where else!
I was
flabbergasted.
Also, I
at once lost all my grief, pain, and all the rest of the inner misery
that had been building up for years. I felt literally, born again. In
Spirit.
Later,
when I thought back upon that day, I realized that He had ordered my
very steps to that perfect moment of noon for all to occur as
explained. A minute either way, a change up of plans, or this or
that, and there would have been no event. But more importantly, I learned through knowing that He has complete Control over the Situation for us all. As a world and as an individual.
I was
meant to be there, where I was, even in the depths of my sorrow, for
His healing Grace. From then on I new exactly without any doubt, Whom
was in charge and the Author of all things. It has served me well
over the years, because following those days I was made homeless for
over a year, nearly two, and any kind of day labor or any chance at
even eating that day, was an iffy proposition. Those days were bad
indeed, but they were nothing compared to the following years right
after. I was tested in every way possible; I stood and stand fast
with Yeshua.
So it
is, friends. This is not just a Donnie thing, but His Grace,
Guidance, and Love is for all.
Acts 26
18To open their eyes, and to turn them from darkness to light, and from
the power of Satan unto YHVH, that they may receive forgiveness of sins,
and inheritance among them which are sanctified by faith that is in me.
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