THANK YOU LORD!!!

Good Morning World! I am so excited! I am so blessed! I thank GOD for my journey! I thank GOD for my testimony. HALLELUJAH!!!PRAISE THE LORD!!! I feel gooooood! church! Let the church say Amen" I feel hold my mule while I shout good!

Thank you Jesus for your miraculous delivery! Thank you for your revelation.

See, first of all I am somebody! I am a child of the King of Kings.

I was beaten down children. I was laid low!

Pull up a chair and let me tell you about it.

The first thing you've got to know is that The Bible is real! Every prophetic Word is true and I am living proof.

"Fear them not, there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed and hid that shall not be known." (Matthew 10:26)

It is no joke. Scoffers beware.

My mother is a violent, sadistic, narcissist. She was a very beautiful woman, she is brilliant and talented, but she is a demon.

I have a story to tell. I have a testimony. My life reads better than any psychological thriller.

My mother, MJ was born in 1925 to a (black) married couple. Jerome and Rachel had a wedding. You must put this in the correct historical context. This indicates that they had class. My mother would often share tales of how my grandfather "courted" my grandmother. The fact that she was born in wedlock is central to my life. The number of times that she bragged; "My mama and daddy wuz married!" can not be calculated.

My grandfather was a very wise gentleman, a sage, a pillar in the community. He had a large farm, sixty-five acres of land. He was totally self sufficient and debt free. He loved his children and he loved family. He was the best thing that ever happened to me.

My grandfather was a true Christian man. He loved the Lord and he taught me to do the same. He was in covenant with GOD. His wayward fourteen year old daughter became accursed and tried her best to destroy his good name. She will not succeed.

I am still piecing this horrible puzzle together. My mother was the only girl. I am sure she was the apple of her father's eye. I am assuming by the stories I heard that her brown skin mother must have been very color struck. Her mother doted on her and inadvertently created a narcissistic demon.

I have verbal clues and hard evidence.

"I nevah had to do nothing! I never had to wash a pair of socks until I was eighteen years old. My mother didn't want me to learn, said she didn't want me to be a washer woman like hur."

My entire life hangs on that one admission. At fifty-nine I can clearly see that she made it her life's mission to make sure I never enjoyed the love and blessings that she had. While she was not allowed to do housework or wash clothes I was put in a straight chair, on my knees, propped up against the sink and forced to wash dishes at five years old. My hands were so tiny that the large slippery plates would just slide out of my little hands and crash onto the floor. I soon learned how to develop a much tighter grip. She beat me miserably. "Fa every f****** plate you break, fa every f***** glass I am going to beat the f****** dog s**** out of you nigga! You black muthaf***** nigga! You ain't s**** You luddle black heifah!"

It's kind'a funny. Out of all the horrible names she called me "luddle black heifah" hurt the most. At five years old I did not know what a heifer was. I knew that I didn't like the sound of it.

Not only did she have me washing dishes I had to wash s**** baby diapers. Her baby's nasty diapers. She taught me well. I learned how to unroll the diaper in the toilet and slosh it around in the toilet bowl with my bare hands. I had to slosh and flush at the same time . When all of the fecal matter had disappeared, when the diaper was white again I had to wring it out and put it in the diaper bucket. For every diaper that I let slip, that got away from me and flushed down the toilet she beat me unmercifully again. As disgusting as that was, nothing prepared me for what was to come. Her little sex games with her husband. I guess they didn't have any sex toys in 1956.

There must be at least a thousand more terrible incidents that I suffered at her hands over the course of my life. It is all in my book.

I have a message! I have a cross to bear. I will save little children. I will expose pedophiles.

Children please hear! "FEAR NO MAN"

Do not cower in silence because you do not want to be embarrassed. Do not hide because you are ashamed. Love and trust The Living LORD! He will open doors that no man can close.

Work out you own salvation. Study your Bible. Pray for the indwelling of His Holy Spirit.

Be a Blessing and be blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can."

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel