What I Tell You In Darkness That Speak Ye In Light

PTL! You've been working it out LORD. Thank you for my deliverance. Thank you for my story. Thank you for my testimony.

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Mathy Jane was fierce, determined to have her way from birth. Born with fire red hair , porcelain white skin and extraordinary intelligence she was not one to be denied anything she ever wanted. If she wanted it she got it; "by hook or crook".

You can say "hook or crook" was her motto, her credo.

Something happened in her development. I can't say what, but it caused her to be totally unfeeling, uncaring. When she told you that she didn't give a damn she didn't. She would just as soon kill you as a roach.

On the flip side of that she was super sensitive. The slightest negative remark or innocent criticism of anything she did or said earned you a place in her hell.

Yea, she has her own hell. She enjoys her own made up world. I call it The World of Mathy Jane. If you were born to her it would become your prison, your tomb.

Few dared to think about escape. Who could have the nerve, the courage, the intelligence to break free? Defy her if you dare. The whole "family" would be against you in short order. Dispatched to crucify you by Her Highness, you would soon knuckle under.

One thing Mathy Jane always counted on was her money. No, she was never rich for real. She just pretended to be rich. She collected some of the trappings and trinkets of the rich. But she has been a broke ass nigga her whole life. She loves money. Her love of money is not necessarily her problem. Her problem is that she doesn't want YOU to have any. Not one red cent.

It is also true that she always had more money than all of her children, with the exception of the doctor and the little black one that she actually may love.

It was by design. You know most parents want more for their children. Their success is the parents' success. That is how it works naturally. Well, Mathy Jane is the anti-mother. The success of her children is a slap in her face. It makes her acutely ill. Nothing makes her feel better than revenge, a plot, a slander.

Minimal pain won't do. She wants you to suffer. If she thinks you have more than she thinks you deserve she will scheme on you until you are flat busted and broke.

She walked in on her son *Micky's performance. *Micky was making love to that saxophone on stage. The audience was enthralled, on fire. People dared to compare him to John Coltrane and Dexter Gordon. Mathy lost it and started her campaign of total annihilation. She was determined to see him dead. The more she tried the more he thrived and the more she hated him.

She laughs hysterically to herself: "De dumb ass nigga think it was his wife."

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Every word of my blog is true. Blogging is my therapy. GOD is my psychiatrist, He is my healer, my protector. GOD has always talked to me, always protected me. He built a hedge around me and saved me from one of the most despicable demons imaginable.

My answer to scoffers is; "What am seen can't be denied." I collected that prophetic true-ism while researching my master's thesis. The master's thesis that she destroyed.

It is cool, it is all in divine order. You never stopped me from doing anything I ever wanted to do. You did get in the way. Perhaps you did arrest my development. One thing for sure, your decadent stealth cruelty made me the best person any one could ever be.

I wish I could say like Jesus; "Go and sin no more.", which would mean absolutely nothing to you. Too bad you missed out on your blessing in this life. Better luck in your next one.

Fare the well Mathy Jane.

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Your homework is still the book of Deuteronomy, chapter 28 is a must.
Be a Blessing and be blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can."

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel