Peter Tosh "Rastafari Is"

"How I Survived A Serial MURDERER"

I still get chills, I get the willies. I am sure that you have heard it said that GOD takes care of babies and fools. GOD also takes care of His own.

I didn't know. I had no way to know. Her own daddy didn't know. It had crossed his mind too many times. But, he dismissed it, he was in denial like every one else. Who ever heard of a demon possessing somebody? A "sho nuff" demon in your own family! A "thang", a pathological liar, a sneaky practitioner of the "black arts", a "cooler", a back stabbing troll. A creature void of al honor, integrity. No scruples, a thing with a microscopic soul.

GOD promised and He will take care of His Own. I know that Jesus was always casting out demons. Did demons take a holiday? a two thousand year hiatus?

No demons have been doing what they do best, terrorize, ruin, tear asunder, commit mayhem, lacerate, eviscerate, destroy, maim and murder.

But, GOD promised to pour out His Spirit, His sons and daughters shall prophesy.

I came to tell you that GOD is tired of this "Spirit of Fear". GOD is tired of this ignorance, too many ignorant reprobates crowd up into "churches" that are no more than entertainment centers. Good music, beautiful ambiance, theatrical performances, techno-magic and a guaranteed micro-message.

A message that is sure to massage the egos of it's supporters. A message that will not indict you, convict you, call you out or stir your conscience. We go to "churches" where they will be sure to call our name, let us sit up in the high seats. Recognize us on every occasion. Honor us with lying two-faced babble. Put our name on a parking spot, put our "portrait" every where.

There are some "preachers" that think that they deserve to be filthy rich because they take so much time perusing "this" Bible for references or examples of how they can have their way.

These "preachers" are self-delusional, convinced of their "anointing" they think they have the absolute right to fleece GOD's flock of "Sheeples" because if GOD didn't want them to do it He would stop them.

Well Devil! I got news for you, You've been stopped! Your day is done! You are no more! Your name shall Rot!

No, nothing has changed. "Apart from Christ you are nothing."

Be richly blessed,
Rachel

P.S. Study II Timothy 1: 6 - 9

"You're Just Watching"

You're just watching, reading the blogs, just watching, just waiting. This "thing" is fascinating. You have never seen or heard about anything like this in your like.

"My GOD! Did you ever? What in the world? What is the world coming to? Somebody, some woman, some Black woman, some black a** nigga woman, standing up demanding her rights! Demanding to be heard."

"I never knew that I would live so long!"

"Luk at hur! Dey she is! Think she sump'in wid hur luddle shawt black a** sef. Always got a f***** opinion."

"Yea! She know sump'in 'bout every thang."

"I can't stand hur...til she give me some money. He-he-he-he."

"She lak to read and study de Bible."

"What fa?"

"That living right s***!"

"Not dat s*** again."

"Girl, pleeze...got's to go and make my paper. See you niggaz later."

"Dey she is on FB again!"

" Ugh! 'Dis dreamer cometh!' I ain't studdin hur and Ah ain't Re- PENT'IN cause Ah ain't sorry! Luddle black heifer bedder be glad I changed her s***** diapers."

"Gul, hand me my wig! No!, that blonde one chile! over 'dere. Dey having revival at Evans, dat tall fine good haired Rebben Jones preaching! He bring de fi' chile!...wid dem pretty pink lips."
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You can't stop me. I will be heard! No one is going to ruin countless lives,and lead GOD's innocent children into captivity and not expect to reap what she sowed.

I will not cower in the face of Evil any longer.

GOD left you here for a purpose. GOD brought me here for such a time as this and I Thank Him.

Eighty-five years of demonology can be erased. "...they brought unto Him many that were Possessd with devils: and He Cast out the spirits with His WORD!!!"

At Your WORD LORD!!!

"AND when He had called unto Him his twelve disciples, He gave them POWER against unclean spirits, to cast them out, and to heal all manner of sickness and all manner of disease." Matthew 10:1

"Behold. I come quickly: blessed is he that keepeth the sayings of the prophecy of this book." Revelation 22:7

Nothing has changed, "Apart from Christ you are still nothing."

Be richly blessed.

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel

" He Told Me !"

He told me that my enemies would be of my own household. He told me that mothers would be against daughters and daughters against mothers. He told me to look at their fruit.

I heard but I didn't listen. I was selfish. I wanted love. I wanted my "mother" to love me. I wanted to be "normal". I wanted my "mother" to be "normal". To be kind for real. I wanted her to stop faking. I wanted her to have some integrity. I wanted her to have some discretion. I wanted to make her proud.

As the devil would have it. It didn't work out that way. That creature murdered my grandfather because he was in the way. He was much too wise, he was too well thought of. He made her look bad. He got in her way. He thwarted too much of her evil demonic influence.

Every time she "preached" he called her out. He would not let her get away with her hypocrisy. He would not let her get her lecherous hands on his granddaughter.

So the evil daughter sat down one day and devised her horrific plan:

#1 Underline that scripture in the Bible, you know that crap about "I got my letter". (Her mistake was that she drew perfectly straight red lines. Granddaddy could not draw a straight line or even write legibly. He was self educated. You forgot I was his secretary, his confident when it came to the written word. Any thing that he wanted written he dictated to me.)

#2 Make sure every one is out of the house. Make sure that there are no witnesses. Go ahead you can do it. You've gotten away clean with every evil deed you have ever plotted so far. 'Dese dumb ass niggas will never catch on.' Plus you are cool under fire because you learned to stop caring and loving before you were born. This is a dog eat dog world and I'm gonna get mine and yours, he-he-he-he. Da nigga ain't been born that can catch me in anything. If they catch me red handed I'm cool enough to get out out it. Like that Fort Gordon fiasco.

#3 I can't forget to sprinkle my "dust". My "dust" will protect me. Plus GAWD know my heart. Dis old ass man get on my last f******nerve and I hate him. De nigga ruined my life. He wudden make *Charles Oxendine marry me. How I look at sixteen wid a baby? He cudda made dat nigga marry me. Dat was de finest nigga in Wade. He looked lak a movie star. I wudden got pregnant if he hadden been runnin dat juke joint and runnin round on my mama. I hate de nigga. I'll be glad when he is ded.

#4 Call dat gal furst. She de one I really want to kill. I will wok on hur later.

And so it went. She murdered him. Got away with it. Now enjoys all the rewards of her "toiling in GOD's vineyard in the heat of the day."

She employed the devil's magic of wishing all of her deeds away. She is preaching now. Saving souls for the LORD. Know one knows that she is a demon,a succubus. Her sons refuse to betray her because she has convinced them that she is their "mother" and that they should fear and honor her.
If they bothered to read Revelation 2:20 - 21 they would realize that they are clinging to their curse. It is not that GOD will not bless them, GOD can not bless them in their ignorance. GOD can not bless if you will not let Him. If you refuse to TRUST Him. If you doubt and are double minded. Yes, she can put a curse on you if You think she can.

She has no power. Her day is done. She is finished.

And GOD's TRUTH is still the TRUTH. "Apart from Christ you are nothing."

Be richly blessed.

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel

Fools Die For Want Of Wisdom Peter Tosh

"Love Ye One Another"

"Love ye one another as I have loved you." A very simple commandment. So easy to be entreated. Why is it so hard for us to love? Do we look for excuses to hate? Are we hateful? hateable?

"Never fall so low as to let a man make you hate him." I will never forget that sermon preached in Ebenezer Baptist Church by Rev ML King, Sr. I was puzzled, I was amazed, his son assassinated, his wife mowed down with bullets in that same church while playing the organ.

I was still very young. I was just beginning to purge some of the vile garbage "knowledge" I had been feed growing up in rural/military Fayetteville, North Carolina.

I carried a lot of secret hatred in my heart. I thought that I hated all dark skin men because my "mother" told me that I did. I thought that I hated all white people for what they had done to me and my people.

That sermon stayed with me, lingered in my mind. Rev King planted a "word" in my heart. I will let no man revile or offend me. I will not shrink or diminish myself in the face of evil.

I will fear no man. I will cultivate the Christ in me.

When I am attacked and hated for existing, for being alive, for having more "talent". I know that my hater is a fool, a man or woman too small for this planet. A blind, deaf and dumb creature determined to never grow. A being whose soul is microscopic.

Now I understand why Jesus commanded us to love our enemies, to do good to those that hate you. I assure you that it is an indescribable Joy! It is a peace that passeth all understanding.

If you are reading this blog full of hatred and envy you need to grow. We all need to grow. We all need to come up a little higher, seek His Face and go and sin no more.

It is still true and His WORD will never change. "Apart from Christ you are nothing."

Be richly blessed.

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel

Alpha Blondy - I Wish You Were Here

Peter Tosh - Brand New Second Hand

"I hate damn dummies"

Dumb a** niggas make me sick! I swear to GAWD! F***** niggas always starting s***. You can't have a party for them. You can't have nutin'.

Yea, and you can't get rid of 'dem damn m****f******! Dey just like roaches, sneaky luddle creepy crawling m****f******.

Dumb ass niggaz repeat every thing they hear. Never pick up a f***** book!

You've got to cultivate the brain! you stupid ass. How do you expect to know anything? How are you going to learn accidentally? That teacher can't open up your head and pour knowledge down in it.

No! No! nigga, that's your job. "Study to show yourself approved."

You have to seek knowledge, go after it, like in Proverbs.

What's Proverbs?

Nigga you too dumb to talk to. Carry your ignorant a** some where and sit down. Shut up! Always spreading ignorance. There you go perpetuating that ignorant s*** about hair and color.

My granddaddy told me; "Cast not your pearls before swine."

Swine!? You don't know what swine is! Look it up nigga, damn.

How long must we suffer Jesus?

(Let me remind you of the fact that cussing and cursing are not the same. Please get that. My grandfather taught me that it was better to let it out than to keep it in. Plus I'm real. I'm just as real as "real" can get. If you can't bear the TRUTH, can't hear the TRUTH, insist on suppressing the TRUTH, don't come around me.)

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel

"Come up out of that hole"

Come up out of that hole! Wha'cha doing down dere?

You were born down there! So? Who said that you had to stay?

You don't have to be ashamed. You didn't do it. They did it to you. You don't believe them do you? You think that you are nothing!? Fit only to be under the foot and control of a succubus, a demon?

Really? That's what you think? Who told you that you were nothing? Who told you that you weren't s***? Why do you believe every jealous covetous demon?

I'd read my Bible if I wuz you.

Peter Tosh - Reggae Mylitis

Peter Tosh - Rastafari Is

Nina Simone - If He Changed My Name

"You know you look like a fool don't 'cha?"

"You know you look just like a damn fool sitting down there in that hole! Look at you! Wrong, wrong, wrong , for eighty-five years! You won't cry LORD have mercy!, you won't utter the words 'LORD come into my heart, come into my life and dwell mightily there. You won't say LORD I did wrong! Please forgive me. I was ignorant! I didn't know any better! Some nasty man ruined me at eight years old and led me astray".

You won't say 'Have mercy on this poor sinner LORD.' I was jealous, covetous, envious, sneaky and low down'.

You will never admit that you were demonically cruel and out of control.

You are so blind, deaf and dumb, totally blinded and confused by that serpent that you serve in secret, that you can't humble yourself and ask God to forgive you. You still hate GOD's Right, GOD's anointed. The devil told you that you were smart enough to thwart GOD's plan for His child.

You thought that You were smart enough to serve both GOD and Man. You knew better, but you did it any way. You did it because GOD didn't stop you. (So you thought.)

Every evil thing you did to that little girl has come back to haunt you, to slap you in the face, to expose you, but to remind you of the Gospel that you preached so well. You fooled me, you fooled every body. It was only when I began to study my Bible more, it was only when I practiced true discernment, that I heard clearly from GOD.

"Fear no man"; I always knew that. I always practiced that. (So I thought) It was only when I began to examine your fruit. Yea, fruit. You taught me "fruit" referred to your children. No, baby, it refers to your deeds, your acts, things that you did and things that you DIDN'T do.

Oh yea, things that you didn't do. Did you stand up for Christ when every one around you was too ashamed? Did you see wrong doing, then turned your head? Do you agree that the color of a person's skin some how ranks them? Defines them? Limits them?

Then you are a Fool, an imp, a volunteer slave, a dummy, a damn nigga, an ignorant creep, a vile crawling thing! Get thee behind me Satan! I don't have to associate with you! I don't have to acknowledge you! I don't have to beg you to love me!

Jesus said;"Let the dead bury the dead." That means dead spiritually, dummy. I don't have to cry, get depressed. argue, fuss and fight. I don't have to shake out all letters and envelopes in mortal fear of "goofer dust". I don't have to sprinkle my doorways, and 'every corner of my house with Sulphur'.

I don't have to bite my lip, shut my mouth, quake in fear, snot and cry, appease, 'go-a-long-to-get-along', bow down, kiss behind, shrink, pretend, guard against, feign stupidity to a woman that claims to be my "mother".

You call me crazy. Yes, I'm crazy. You're crazy, you're as crazy as a 'white mouf mule'!

But I do know that generational curses can be broken. I do know that I don't have to go down in your ship! I do know that Almighty GOD gave me a voice and a mission.

I am a crusader for our greatest resource, Our Children, All Children!

"Suffer the little children to come unto me and Forbid them not the Kingdom of heaven."

GOD put that message in my heart when I was four years old and you better know it. All demons bow down in the presence of the LORD. Your day is done, you served your purpose. "Ye shall proceed no Further." Read the 35th Psalm again!

We all have to pray for the "Indwelling of The Holy Spirit". We all have to fall down and thank GOD for moving in our lives. Every one in the Walters family must thank GOD for placing Jerome Walters in our lives. We must thank GOD for his wisdom, for his righteous prayers. "The prayers of a Righteous man Availeth much!".

"Dear Lord, Come by here, Somebody needs You."

PTL!!!

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel

PETER TOSH - I Am That I Am / Rasta Bicycle

Peter Tosh "Where You Gonna Run"

Peter Tosh - Stepping Razor

"You Low Life.."

"You low life down in the mud belly crawling snake! You ain't fit 'fa nuttin' Get on way from heah! Gon ni! Get!"

That's what her daddy wanted to say to her so many times but he couldn't. No, it wasn't his daughter that he wanted to save. He had given up on her years before. It was his grandchildren. They were good children. He wanted to save them. He knew that they deserved a chance.

So he sacrificed his life, he stood in the gap for his grandchildren. And it payed off. At least that is what every one thought.

That whore, that horrid whore burned secretly. On fire with rage, there was only one thought ever truly on her sick mind, destruction. The sight and thought of anything good or innocent upset her, tormented her. She didn't know why and she didn't care. No one was going to take her crown. She was "yalla" with "good" hair and big legs. The world better bow down because Mathy Jane was in town. "Dey bedder recognize!" Loud and proud, the belle of the ball, "da shit!".

When Mathy Jane walked in a room she scouted it carefully for any competition, there better not be any, because Mathy was "in the place" .

Too bad her claim to fame was all in her mind. Planted by an ignorant 'fresh out of slavery' community mentality. Her mother really worshipped her and told her every day how fortunate she was to be born "yalla". The world was going to sit up and pay attention to Rachel and Jerome's child. Born into a prosperous "colored" family, headed by a brilliant sage Mathy grew into a hard headed miscreant, a sick sociopath.

Mathy Jane really thought that she was royalty or a member of some secret priesthood. Priesthood, that is where the plot thickens. Mathy wasn't 'wid all dat religious s***. F*** dat s***!' Not her, not Mathy Jane. She wasn't about to be no lame for nobody. That living right and claiming to love the LORD was not for her. Maybe some old ugly black gal 'wid shawt hair!', but not her.

Her brown skin mother absorbed her abuse as she coddled and cloaked for her only daughter. Five of her beautiful little girls had been born dead. Every one agreed that they were the prettiest little angels anyone had ever seen. Rachel had to protect this one, spoil this one. And so she did.

I don't know why Rachel was shocked by her daughter's ill treatment and hostile attitude as she lay dying in the Cancer Institute. Rachel didn't know which pain was worse, the uterine cancer that was ravishing her frail brown body much too rapidly or the scornful belligerent attitude of her selfish bullying daughter.

Rachel prayed for GOD to take her quickly but before she left she warned Mathy Jane not to mistreat that little girl. Mathy agreed with a sly "yes ma'am" knowing full well that she planned the sickest torture for that "luddle black heifer" that had the misfortune of coming out of her womb, her gold mine. "How dare dis luddle black bastard nigga come into dis world and thank she gon out do me! Ah be damned!!!"

(I'm too pretty, eva man want me, Ah kin do exactly what I pleeze. What my daddy know? Dat dumb ass nigga don't know s***. Got us living out heah in deze sticks. I can't wait to get way from here and all dese country ass niggas!)

And so my story goes. I know that I am not the only person that has suffered a manipulative demon for far too long.

I'm finished with her now. I am free. I am on my way to bigger and better projects.
GOD wanted me to know that she is scum. Not worthy of my attention or a thought. I know, she will never repent. It takes courage to repent of your sins, to admit your wrong doing. Only a coward would abuse and ruin children, only a fool would be a primitive "Salem Witch Trials" root working witch. A person has to be socially retarded and demonic to scavenge graveyards for "goofer dust". Only the lowest creature on this earth would satisfy their secret hatred and jealousy by murdering her own father.

You murder your own father then suddenly you announce that you have been called to preach. "Called to preach", no anointing, no revelation, no confessions. One day you just got up out of your bed of fornication and felt that you were ready to preach GOD's Gospel. People praised you and encouraged you. You did well for a very long time. Few people noticed what a phony you are, even fewer cared.

"Money talk! Bullshit walk!" is her mantra. "Fear No Man!" is mine.

Be blessed. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel

Let the Truth be Told!

The primary reason so many people have failed to launch in America is jealousy and envy. "Black" people, oppressed people, the most recently exploited, the masses suffer from "creeps". These creeps are evil dream stealers embedded in families for the sole purpose of destruction. (And a man's foes shall be of his own household." Matthew 10:36)

They are fake, phony, two faced, immoral schemers angry with GOD because they squandered their youth and beauty. (She was a hard headed rebellious miscreant that refused to listen to her father. She was rebellious and disrespectful, full of lies and venom. Pretty on the outside putrid on the inside.) Nothing pleases this succubus more than to lead her beautiful daughters and granddaughters into captivity. She wants to see her whole family destroyed.

"Remove thy way FAR from her, and come not nigh the door of her house: Lest thou give thine honor unto others, and thy Years unto the CRUEL." Proverbs 5:8-9

Obedience is an act of faith. She has no faith now, she had no faith then.

She is a known DEMON! and a proud one. Look at her fruit, look at what she did to you! "Remove your way from her lest strangers be filled with thy wealth; and thy labours be in the house of strangers. ...And thou mourn at the last, when thy flesh and body are consumed."

This is one of the best scriptures I've ever read. She confused me, loved and hated me, abused me and led me astray. Love, hate, lie, lie, lie. That woman hide her secret hatred and sick jealousy, always accusing everyone else of her sins and desires.

"Now the end of the commandment is CHARITY out of a PURE HEART and a GOOD CONSCIENCE and a FAITH UNFEIGNED." Timothy 1:5

Faith unfeigned. Who has to feign? Who has to pretend to love GOD? Who has to pretend to love their children? Demonic reprobates that think any lie they utter magically becomes true. Blind and deaf imps that think they have fooled GOD and know that they have fooled you.

I came to tell her that she shall proceed no further. Her time is up. Her cloak fell off.

"For the ways of man are before the eyes of the LORD, and he pondereth all his goings. His own iniquities shall take the wicked himself, and he shall be holden with the cords of his sins." Proverbs 5: 21-22

"They that sow in tears shall reap in JOY!" Psalm 126:5

You abused me beyond human comprehension and thought that you had won. "Now know I that the LORD saveth His anointed; he will hear her from His Holy Heaven with the saving strength of HIS RIGHT HAND!" Psalm 20:6

No demon from Hell is going to keep me from the Kingdom of GOD. "If you don't want to go , don't you hinder me!"

"The law of the LORD is perfect, converting the soul; the testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple." Psalm 19:7

"...making wise the simple." Enough said.

Peace and blessings on this beautiful Father's Day! I salute you Jerome Walters. Thank you for saving me.

NO WEAPON!

"No weapon formed against me shall prosper." You look and laugh. Smug and conceited you are still confident in your deceit. Charming, clever, "yalla", silky hair, big legs and a white woman's flat ass.

Your little simple self delusional mind is churning as fast it can. It is early Saturday morning, June 18, 2011 and you are wondering who you should call first. Which son should you call? Should you call that "no sensed" crippled doctor? Or should you call the one that ruined your life? You were only sixteen when you had his ungrateful ass. "De nigga don't nevah come to see me til he want sump'in. Always sending dem thieving ass grandchurin here wid da begging ass."

"I ain't gon call dat drunk. Might hafta give him sum money. De one dat married dat white woman is a little skiddish. I'll have to creep up on him a luddle mo' careful. He too smart, he remember too much. You know dat nigga didn't invite me to his weddin' and didn't tell me his damn daddy was dead til de nigga was in his grave."

"Dat luddle jet black one in Texas is too far away. I got him doe. Well, his dawtur. Little black heifer come up here talkin' 'bout she want to go to UNC. I put the brakes on that shit! It hurt don't it? I know it hurt and what you don't know I'm gonna make it hurt sum mo. Dem slow dim-witted niggas. Dey ain't got sense enough to catch me. All you got to do is hollar 'Lawd! Lawd!' and you can trick a dumb nigga into anything."

"I've been torturing dese simple ass niggas for over seventy years and dey still doing lak dat Gee-zus tole dem. Dey forgive me and just when dey think everything is fine I rip dem a new ass hole again.He-he-he-he-he."

"Lawd! I'm good. Ain't nobody gon eva catch me. I'm too smart. Dat gal got de nerve to try and wake up. Got de nerve to warn people 'bout me. Shee-it! Don't nobody pay no attention to nuttin' no luddle black ass nigga got to say. She may as well shut her mouf, quit wasting her breath."

I am going to keep blogging. I am going to continue posting on FB. Nothing can destroy my faith. GOD is going to supply all of my needs, people brave enough to be followers of my blog, people brave enough to post their profile picture, an exceptional agent, a lucretive advance, an excellent editor and publisher, a best selling book, a block buster movie, and a brilliant voice.

Dear LORD I thank you. "You've been so good down through the years."

"After God had finished the rattlesnake, the toad and the vampire, he had some awful substance left which he made a SCAB. A SCAB is a two-legged animal with a corkscrew soul, a water-logged brain and a combination backbone made of jelly and glue. Where others have hearts he carries a tumor of rotten principles. A strikebreaker is a traitor to his God, his country, his family and his class." Jack London, 1904.


A "mother" cloaking "unnatural affection" is the equivalent of a strikebreaker, a human monster, a terrorist, the lowest form of vermin ever created.

GOD put that quote in my hand early this morning. That's what that "woman" that served as the vehicle to bring me to this earth is, a "Strikebreaker", a coon, the devil's imp. Now more people can have a better understanding of GOD's WORD. That term "unnatural affection" is powerfully illustrated by her mis-spent life.

Yes, GOD made some vessels for honor and some for dishonor. Mathy Jane, the woman that chose dishonor, sold her soul to the devil and she betrayed everyone that tried to love her, ripped and ran a muck for eighty-five years. Now she is in shock. The devil has finally abandoned her. Can you imagine? That evil spirit that she secretly loves and honors so much finally betrayed her. Can you imagine? The devil finally did to her what she did to others for far too long.

The gig is up! "Ye shall proceed no further."

It's not color, it is character. It is not material wealth, it's GOD's glory that you should seek.

Your daddy told you over and over for years but you couldn't hear him for lying and thinking of a millions ways to destroy GOD's children.

GOD doesn't lie, "No weapon formed against me shall prosper." No, I couldn't fight you. You were very successful in your sick treachery. But, look at what GOD did with all of those keyloid scars , all of the unnecessary pain you made me suffer.

Yes mam you devastated me, you knocked me flat, you debowled me slowly, threw your rocks and hid your hand. But GOD picked me up. Praise the LORD. It is still true you know; "Apart, from Christ you are still nothing."

Humble yourselves ye double minded and beg GOD to forgive you.

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel

I am ashamed of America!

I am a loyal patriotic American citizen, but I am ashamed of America. What vile hypocrites we are. We spend all day twitting about some poor man's pecker that he accidentally "twitted" while millions of our children are being raped and murdered. A New Jersey doctor tapes himself savagely tearing the flesh of little children for years and it goes buried; "too unpleasant.".

Mothers rush back to work after having babies so they can drive a "nice" car or live in a "nice" house. Too many children are destined to be pawns and tools for evil men and women.

Google the number or names of women that chose to leave their children with "boyfriends" that violated, raped and killed their children. You will be astounded.

They called me a "throwed away" baby and I was. A few seconds of pleasure, a hot surge, some one not meant to be. Someone that was pre-hated.

My mother kept blaming my color. It was my color! My "color: made my "mother" hate me. I couldn't do anything about my color, so I studied, I honed my gifts and talents. I tried to improve myself. I was self-disciplined and hard working. I tried desperately to overcome the "stain" that destroyed what might have been.

I did every thing I could to "overcome" my color. I studied, I went to the library everyday, I read all of my textbooks the first week of school. I became a ravenous reader and a true scholar. I won awards, I was a good girl, I was the apple of my grandfather's eye.

I became somebody, so I thought. I was the first person in my family to earn a college degree! I won a degree with honors, was a virgin and my "mother" hated me. The sick succubus hated me, and has the nerve to hate me to this very day.

No one told me that she was jealous of me. How could I know? Her words are as sweet as honey. She has a gift, she can charm any man or woman.

GOD said that the wicked shall cease from troubling. He will deliver us from evil if we pray right.

What a phony dysfunctional nation of hypocrites, all of us. Captivated by a family's dysfunction we watch and judge while we shield "our" secrets. Some of us fight to get a seat up close and personal just so we can enjoy someone else's pain.

When will we finally admit that incest and child abuse is a real problem?

I'm telling and I am not ashamed. I am proud! I am proclaiming the glory of GOD because he saved me.

I am out here alone people. Am I alone because I am "black"? What does "color" have to do with my humanity, my character? When I was born someone put a label on me ; "poor black bastard female". In other words garbage, a thing, a blood clot, a "throwed away baby". A piece of s*** is what my "mother" called me.

Praise our Living LORD! He never put a label on me. He saved me. He plucked me up out of my "mother's" miserable muck and mire. Some how through GOD's miraculous power I grew to womanhood. Strong, determined and gifted.

I know that I could have never done anything successful in my life without my grandfather, Jerome Walters. I honor him this Father's Day and every day of my life.

I love you granddaddy and I will clear your good name. You will receive the honor you so richly deserve.

I know now that my "mother" is a bad seed. I think I realized it when I was fourteen but I could not bear to accept that truth then.

The only thing a man has is his name. Sociopath or not I am not going to let her continue to sully my grandfather's name.

Any woman that would violate the sexual innocence of children could easily pull the trigger and end the existence of the man she secretly hated.

If you watch a woman "work" evil "roots" on a close relative you better believe she will do it to you.

Any woman that is evil enough to be a closet demon for eighty-five years, a fake preacher, certainly has no problem pulling the trigger on someone she curses every day for being a burden.

Janis Joplin - Cry Baby (live in toronto 1970)

"The Fear Mongers"

The fear mongers are among us and they have over taken us. The fear mongers are loud talkers, discouragers, nay sayers, envious and corrupt. Fear mongers sit on the sidelines too frightened to move. Fear mongers are crowd watchers, they go with the flow. Fear mongers walk that wide road that leads to death and destruction.

You want to stay away from fear mongers because they will rob you of your dreams and when you finally wake up and discover the real cause of all your pain it is too late.

Perhaps it is too late for that dream, but it is not too late to do what the LORD has placed in your spirit to do.

I want the entire world to know that for sixty long years I have been victimized by a cruel sick sociopath. She brought a generational curse on our family and she laughed. She is a menace to society, an old toothless imp that lives to lead the innocent astray.

Of course my whole life I have wanted to know why? The simple truth is the woman that birthed me is a reprobate. She has no natural affection. She can only feel hatred and jealousy. She is sneaky and low life. Do not trust her!

Get this you vile reprobate if you don't get any thing else. I returned to your lair in 1997 at the urging of the Holy Ghost, not your "roots". Something in my spirit directed me to your den after nine years of estrangement.

GOD directed my steps because the Holy Spirit wanted me to know. GOD had some unfinished business, something He wanted me to see, something that He wanted me to know.

You asked me in your fake pretentious coon playing voice; "Why I do dat?" Because you are evil, because you are a "despisers of those that are good."

Yea, you have fooled some people, you call yourself a "precha". "Having a form of godliness, but denying the POWER thereof..."

He gave us POWER children. He gave you POWER to tread on these sly serpents slithering up to you, cooing, oooghing and ahhhing! Setting you up. Complimenting you and stroking you. Praising you to your face and stabbing you in your back. Jealous! Angry that you did more than they did. Determined to rob you they set you up over and over and laugh.

Make sure that you know that the GOD you pretend to believe in, the GOD you use to accomplish your foulest deeds, revealed you to me.

I would have never known if I hadn't heard your demonic laughter. You thought that I had hung up the phone. For some reason I kept the phone to my ear after you had so lovingly consoled me and soothed me. Your poor daughter's closet homosexual husband had left her with a two month old baby, no money and took both of the cars. The dumb nigger had thrown away her master's thesis and all of her manuscripts, poetry, love letters, art, clothes. Your daughter came home to a gutted house after having her daughter.

Little did I know. Who could know? Who could believe that a mother could be capable of such evil?

Madame Watson, GOD let you think you had disconnected your phone. You laughed, you howled, you celebrated your daughter's pain. You gloriously and uproariously celebrated my pain because you had done it! You were giddy with excitement because you thought you had won. You thought you had gotten me again. You are the culprit. You were laughing that same hideous demonic laugh that you always laugh.

Shame on you.

You are a maddening, sickening, frustrating, demonic cunt and you know it. You know it and you love it. Why? Only you and GOD know. Maybe you don't know. You are foul? You are messed up.

"I was delivered out of the mouth of the Lion! AND THE LORD SHALL DELIVER ME FROM EVERY EVIL WORK!"

"For the wrath of GOD is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who hold the truth in unrighteousness."

You hold the TRUTH in unrighteousness Mathy Jane. You are being spewed. GOD is spewing you out of His mouth.

Don't go down that road children, don't follow in her footsteps. "From such stay away!"

You don't run nothing!

You think you are still running something, calling the shots. Still orchestrating, pulling the strings, dictating who gets what when.

You are and idiot, a dim-witted buffoon in your youth and a dumber than dirt imp now.

You let the devil make a clown out of you. Shame on you.

Poor Mathy Jane won't pray, won't get down on her knees. Poor loud clamorous Mathy Jane really thinks that she is smart, smarter than GOD.

Poor Mathy Jane can't stand to see any one prosper. Its makes her mad. Her tiny little brain scrambles for justification for her planned robbery. She will diminish your gain, she will erode your confidence. But there is one thing she won't do. She will not convince the world that I am out for revenge. "Vengeance is mind sayeth the LORD, I shall repay."

Exposing you is not revenge, it is JUSTICE!

You haven't changed and I guess you can't, a selfish self-serving demon to the end.

For your information, revenge would be doing to you what you did to me. Revenge would involve shedding your blood.

Keep playing stupid stupid. I am never going to let you off of this hook.

It is your choice

It is your choice. You can play crazy and slyly offer the excuse that you were raped three times when you were eight years old and your "daddy didn't do nuttin' but run da nigga off".

It's still free will. "Wide is the road that leads to death and destruction and narrow is the path of righteousness." Far more people will do wrong than do right. You did wrong because You wanted to. Your whole life you've felt confident enough to do wrong by pretending to do right.

You can squirm and lie and half lie, feign mental illness, plant false memories, cry, rant and rave. You are still a low life scum dog reprobate. You can search this world high and low and you will find very few people on your level of "Creep".

You are scum, unwashed and unrepentant. You are not retarded or confused in the least. You are EVIL! You are a sneaky vile serpent, unworthy, undeserving, not fit to breathe GOD's air.

GOD revealed all of your vile deeds to me. He stirred my memory. All those horrible memories that I repressed for fifty-eight years came back when you started mean mouthing *Taffy. I caught you "rooting" your own granddaughter. I saw you toying with her like a cat.

You hate every body! You are a total put on a fabrication. You are a coward. If you hate someone and you want nothing but their destruction and failure why can't you tell them?

Because you demand proof, because GOD must reach down from heaven and grab you by the throat to force you to listen I will remind you of what I told you two reprobates when I was eight. What I said in that bedroom on 6C Honeycutt Road, Fort Bragg, NC. I told you two buzzards that I was going to tell Jesus! Can you imagine a little girl screaming ;"I'm going to tell Gee-zus!" and I kept screaming "Gee-zus! Gee-zus!" and you two serpents laughed; "You ain't gon tell s***!" and laughed.

Yea I hate you, but GOD loves you. GOD still loves you. Someone as foul and filthy as you can still come into the kingdom.

I am going through. I am healing and I hope that I can help bring healing to the millions of children who have been forced to suffer like I have. I want to be the voice of the down trodden abused children. Poor children led into captivity by vile closeted demons.

"He that believth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water." (Isaiah 58:11)

Only you and GOD know every thing you did, when you did it and why. It is still your choice. You can rot down there in that hole unrepentant and mad, irritated and annoyed by GOD's Gospel.

I don't know the end of this thing. All I know is that I know you.

What could have happened?

What could have happened? How could one woman turn out to be so wicked? so demonic? so cruel and ignorant?

Was it nature or nurture? No conscience, no concern for her fellow man, her children, her father. Can a person really live a down low life for eighty-five years?

It's fear, not your innocence. It is fear that keeps them silent. No they don't respect you. Some don't like you. Ignorant of the true knowledge of GOD and His love they cower in fear. Many are polite because you are so old. It is too horrible to think about. Who can bear such a horrible truth? If a person commits an act so horrendous, so egregious that no one can bear to think about it. When you are so common that you can not admit what a vicious animal you are to yourself. When the people around you are too terrified of you to tell you the truth you are in bad shape.

You call yourself an ordained minister and you behave like Satan. Why do you preach? To be seen and admired by people that you have nothing but contempt for. I don't know one person that you don't have serious jealous hatred and envy for.

Why are you a closet demon? What are you afraid of? Why do you pretend to love GOD when you absolutely hate him? Your robe, cross and honey dipped words are simply tools of deceit.

You are a wonderment, an embarrassment, a sick sociopath.

"...that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men (women) shall be lovers of their own selves, COVETOUS, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, UNHOLY." Well your miserable life certainly supports that scripture.

"Without natural affection," I watched you roll up towels and prop *Micky's baby bottle to his little mouth. Half the milk would spill out of the side of his little mouth as he tried his best to suck . I saw yo standing there watching him with your cold demonic loveless eyes. I saw the loathing in your eyes. You had the nerve to hate him for being an outside child, a "mistake" caught in your "huband's net". A bllod clot that you watched and hoped woud die. The brilliant musician that you couldn't wait to destroy. You hated that baby and you beat him savagely. Don't say you didn't do it. I was looking right at you.

"You are going to have to give in account to GOD."

I want to know why you were big and bad enough to curse me until I couldn't see when I was three years old? But you were spineless to the man that asked me who my daddy was.

Why are you so sneaky? Why can't you confront your "enemies", the people you hate honestly. A rattle snake will rattle, he is a low down slithering snake but he does have the decency to warn you.

Common, low down, no-count for no apparent reason. A volunteer slave, a volunteer imp for the devil.

"Look well to your going."; children, "Look well to your going."

JR Walters Chronicles - "Fast luddle red headed heifer" (First Edition, 6th installment)

She was a fast little red head. A big bushel bale of red curly hair enveloped her head. She was pretty and the apple of her father's eye. Luckily the only girl she never had to compete with sisters for the attention of her tall very handsome daddy.

She may have been the apple of her daddy's eye but to most people she was a "fast luddle red headed heifer."

They called her "fast" because she knew and did things that little girls should not do.

Her father kept her in check, made her do her chores on the farm and taught her to love the LORD. (So he thought)

Known all over China Grove for her thievery, lying and "nastiness" she grew to hate any and every one that ever criticized her, anyone who told what she did. As she grew older she grew bolder and started beating up all her "snitches". Pretty soon she was a full fledged bully. Men didn't dare tangle with her.

Plotting and scheming soon over took her character. Angry that the world didn't view her nearly as highly as she viewed herself she turned to the "occult", voodoo, nigger "root working".

Her poor family loved and put up with her horrifying deeds year after year. Some ignorant preacher perpetuated the notion that is what Jesus would have them do. "Suffer as Jesus suffered." "What wud Gee-zus do?" they asked ignorantly failing to read the book with the answers.

GOD did not call us to suffer. He called us to have life and to have it more abundantly.

Always the scam artist somehow she got the right idea that she could maim and destroy more of the people that she secretly hated and envied by pretending to be a preacher. "Stroke'um, build'um up, then tear down. Tear them asunder. They will never know. Dey too stupid. I'm de only one wid any sense. Won't nobody nevah know!"

WRONG!!!

To make a long story short, she had a bunch of babies and finally married several men before she came to her father's house to retrieve the children that he had raised for her. She promised her father that she could finally become the good mother that she had promised her dying mother that she would be.

But, that is not what was really on her mind. Evil was alive and well in her brain, maim and destroy, lead astray on the down low.

Oh yea she was slick, cool as a breeze, but there was one thing that she didn't know. GOD was with those "little black waifs", His hand was upon them. He told the little girl ; "I am with you. I will never leave you."

Your Goofer Dust Won't Save You

"Your goofer dust won't save ya church! I say your goofer dust won't save you. A license to preach won't save you. Your home made "anointing" that you gave yourself won't save you. All your friends and loving relatives can't save. Those good"Christians" that have such a low opinion of themselves (the low self-esteem that you cultivated)can't save you.

You've got to have the blood. You can't get around the indwelling of the Holy Spirit. You can cram "Gee-zus Christ de head of my life"", "Praise deLawd" all up in your mouth. But, it won't save you. You can fool dim wits that don't know a Bible from a dictionary. But you can't fool GOD.

"Ye shall know them by their fruit!" and "From such stay away!"

We lamented that creature together.

It seems that I have spent my whole life listening to tales of how "niggas ain't s***". If I could quantify it I am sure that over half of the conversations I shared with my "mother" concerned "low life back stabbing handkerchief head boot licking coons".

Day after day, year after year, every one I know complains about that "creep". That wrong doer, that sneak, that snake. For the life of us no one can understand why every slave rebellion was thwarted by a "snitch". That scared negro that just looked out for himself. Told on Nat Turner, Gabriel Prosser, Denmark Vesey, even John Brown.

The number of slaves compared to the number of oppressors is astounding. Plantation after plantation the whites were outnumbered. Fear and treacherous imps kept the status quo. Jealous, ignorant, no-count, good for nothing imps contributed to and maintained "slavery".

To this day, these ignorant vile creatures slither around seeking whom they shall destroy.

We got angry together I tell you. Frustrated and confused we tried to understand this insidious "racism" together.

"Mother! that cracker made me sit out there in his office for hours. It was terrible. His secretary was embarrassed. When he finally agreed to speak to me he hollered; 'Can you type!?' I told that cracker; 'I wasn't hired to type. I was hired to be your paralegal!"

I mean I was hot. I know I cried. I was so excited, armed with my magna cum laude B.S. degree from North Carolina A and T. I mean I was proud. I took an examination given by the city of Fayetteville, NC. I made the highest score they told me. Every one was delighted. It was 1974 and very few blacks worked in city government. It was hard trying to get ahead and pull yourself up by your own boot straps.

But I did it! I did it! No mama, no daddy. I educated myself. I studied. I kept myself up. I was pretty with a beautiful shape and long luscious hair, but I rarely dated. I could not risk blowing my chances of success, of racial uplift. I was climbing that steep mountain of upward mobility afforded to the down trodden. I studied hard,I was self disciplined, I was a virgin. I was a good girl. "Miss Goody-two-shoes" my mother called me. When I refused to wear cheap shoes for me and only the finest lizard skin for her she renamed me "Miss Rich Bitch".

I still loved her. I looked over her "moments". I prayed and forgave her over and over although she never repented. I thought I was doing the "Christian" thing. That's what she taught us. "Eva body sin!" She would scowl. Press her too hard about her "Casey Anthony" lies and there was going to be some blood shed.

She has never said that she is sorry for one single demonic deed in eighty-five years. If she lied and said that she was sorry for anything, she soon qualified that "sorry" with someone else to blame. What ever she did to you, you were the cause of it. You made her do it.

She is not ever going to say she is sorry simply because she is not! She would just as soon shoot you in the heart as smash a roach. Bishop Eddie Long will never say he is sorry. Madame Watson will never say that she is sorry. Too arrogant, she thinks she's so smart. Someone should tell her that the devil is making a fool out of her.

I was surprised by her reaction when I told her how the City's attorney had treated me. She just laughed (demonically) "Maybe its cause you ain't yalla lak me."

What did "yalla" have to do with me being denied a job I earned, deserved, was over qualified for? I know now that I knew then. I knew she was a snake. I knew when she had her black imp of a husband putting his nasty hands on me that she was behind it. I just couldn't believe. It was too painful, too excruciating, too stupid, too unnecessary.

I didn't have the courage. She was successful in her brainwashing and conditioning. I was black. I was a bastard, I was legally blind. I was lame. I was stupid. No one would ever love me. White people were too racist. Niggers were too treacherous.

She had all the ideas. Just shut up and do what ever she demanded when she demanded it. Then one day the planets lined up. The light came on. The scales fell off of my eyes! It was my MOTHER! My own mother threw me under the bus. She pimped me. She tried to lay me low, but GOD picked me up!

He'll do it for you. He will pick you up too. He will lift you up out of that muck and mire. He will turn all of your tragedies into triumph. Jesus will take your burdens. He will take your shame.

"Know ye the Truth and the Truth will set you Free." "Be what you are and live your life" to the fullest.

JR Walters Chronicles - "You Know I lik'ta skurd mysef to deaf" (First Edition, 5th installment)

"Gul You know I lik'ta skurd mysef to deaf!"

"What you talking bout?"

"I looked at my condition. You know, I realized the condition my condition was in. It was bad. Didn't have no money. Didn't have no momma or daddy. No sisters or brothers, no friends. No one I could call on. Den I remembered! Call on the name of Gee-zus! Fall down on your knees, tell him all about your problems. He'll fix it."

"He sho will!"


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Never be ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Anything you want, anything you need, just ask GOD. He will deliver you. Trust GOD, don't let the devil rob you.

I am a witness and I can't shut my mouth. I'm running around leaping and praising GOD just like those disciples in the book of Acts.

GOD delivered me from the bloody jowls of a sick demon. Thank you LORD! I finally realized that I was suffering from a generational curse. My birth mother was released over to a reprobate mind many years before I was born. But, GOD saved me! Thank you Jesus.

To be molded and manipulated by a sociopath and remain relatively "normal" by human standards was not easy. Yes, I have "issues". There are some that tell me that I sound angry, even hostile. Yes mam I am hostile but not nearly as much as I used to be. GOD is still working on me. I am a master piece in progress.

It was my last course in education I think. I remember I was preparing for graduation and my professor gave the class some kind of personality index to help us in our career choices.

"According to this index you are very hostile."; my professor droned.

"What da F*** You mean I'm hostile!?" was my immediate retort. I laugh now. But I was as serious as a heart attack that day.

If hostile is the opposite of passive, then I'm hostile. If hostile means standing up for your rights and refusing to "messed" over, then I'm hostile.

Society is concerned enough to label me hostile but not concerned enough to rescue me. As a society we are quick to put labels on people but we don't help them. We put blinders on and play dumb when it comes to protecting our children.

Children are being destroyed and led astray by the millions right now while we remain passive and wait for the government to do something about it. "Hide it!" is the solution to every thing. "Hide it!" and "Just don't say nuttin'"

I tell you anti-intellectualism and apathy are killing this country. READ People! Seek knowledge. Do not run from mega-church to mega-church trying to buy a blessing.

Yes, I have issues, but I'm not arrogant or foolish enough to try to hinder the Kingdom of GOD. You will not "poo poo" LASCIVIOUSNESS down to a "wreck". You will not sell me some "hocus pocus" home made interpretation of the Bible.

"You become self-righteous and judgmental"; you blasted. Kind Sir, there is a distinct difference in self-righteousness" and righteousness. "Be ye Holy for I am Holy".

"You can't lead where you won't follow." I agree Brother Creflo, we should forgive him and I will just as some as he repents. But, please do not suggest that the fallen preacher gets a "free pass" into heaven just because he has been "toiling in the heat of the day".

"For godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation not to be repented of: but the sorrow of the world worketh death." II Corinthians 7:10

Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life. There is far too much deception in the Church. Practice discernment, judge rightly and Trust GOD children.

Be richly blessed. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."

Sonny Boy Williamson II Eyesight To The Blind

Fattening Frogs for Snakes, Sonny Boy Williamson & Animals

Sonny Boy Williamson - Keep it to Yourself

Sonny Boy Williamson:Your Funeral and my trial

Sonny Boy Williamson - Nine below zero

Elmore James - Every Day I Have The Blues

Elmore James - Standing At The Crossroads

JR Walters Chronicles - "Daz Hur !!!" (First Edition, 3rd installment)

"Daz Hur!!! Daz Hur yo honor! She de one dat dun it! She de one dat led aluz astray. Dat's hur right dere, sitting at de defense table. I wud know hur any whur wid dem double decker wigs and Fashion Fair makeup."

All the testimonies were the same. Sister Full Bosom, Miss Hockheel, Miss Mouf-run-lak-gooose-s*** by the moon light, all swore on the Bible that Madame Monkeyfoot had led them astray.

Madame Monkeyfoot's defense attorney was Brother Two-faced-wuden-know-de-truf-if-it- knocked-him-up-side-de-head half listened to their statements. He knew Madame Monkeyfoot was as guilty as she could be. He just wanted to get paid, but he wanted to put up what looked like a good defense because he didn't want to take a chance on this root working heifer putting dust on him.

The Prosecutor, Mr.Perfect-ain't-nevah-ben-caught called everyone in China Grove to the witness stand.

It was hot in that courtroom. The air conditioner was not working. No one really cared what Madame Monkeyfoot did. She had been doing it her whole life, for about a hundred years and hadn't nobody cared before.

It seems that the word had gotten out that the LORD was on His way back. People had to get ready. People had to tighten up. People had to correct their game, have someone to blame.

The Afro-Holiness-Footwashing-Metho-Bapto-Can't-be-no-boring-Catholic Church decided that Madame Monkeyfoot was the source of everything that had gone wrong in China Grove.

It wasn't looking good for Sister Monkeyfoot. She got tired of her phony smile and trying to look innocent under scrunity of the hot television lights. Oh yea China Grove went big time. "Time to join the 21st century" everyone said.

There were even protestors, a motley crew with signs marched up and down the street. One sign said "Kill Her!". The people were really mad. The people were feed up.

Things were looking real bad for Madame Monkeyfoot until Brother Two-faced thought of the best possible defense. "Catch dem in a lie! Discredit dem !"

Brother Two-faced cleared his throat and said "Judge yo honor I wud lak to call my wife Mrs. Two-faced to the stand!"

***This is a work in progress and will be published in installments.

It's Sad!

It's sad when your only real claim to fame is destruction. When people sit around and laugh at what a great liar you are, what a great scam artist. Something is wrong with us, sitting back recounting your most brilliant scams, while foolishly believing that your short arms of treachery will never touch us.

She is smart. She cleverly weaved a brilliant world of deceit. Conning you into believing that you are special, that she would never do anything so low down to you. Keeping all of her children separate, never knowing phone numbers or addresses. Deliberately giving siblings the wrong number, the wrong address. Doing what you do best, dictating what people think, what they should feel.

I know you are proud of it. It is an uncanny gift, mind manipulation, gas lighting, enslaving the innocent. What if you had used that same great mind for GOD for real? What if you really loved GOD? What if you really had a mind for Christ? What if you prayed and fasted? What if you repented and actually gave your life to Christ? What if you admitted all of your wrong doing and said that you were sorry?

No, you are right, no one can make you, not even GOD.

I watched poor cousin Rachel flee in terror. I will never forget how you laughed and bragged about your "murdered man's dust". I thought I was in a bad dream. This can't be true! Ahhhhhhhhhh! not again, not another sick despicable act that I don't have the courage to understand. I will suppress it with all the other too painful to comprehend memories.

I found out too late that there is no honor among thieves. (Not too late daughter, GOD is always right on time.) What you see that person do to one they will do to you. Make sure you remember that. They showed you something that they stole from a close relative and laughed. She probably shared some of the loot with you. No, you are not next, you are current.

She has a long list of people to betray, sabotage, destroy. Why? She's jealous and she is demon possessed. A hardheaded miscreant she messed her life up early. Instead of learning from her mistakes she set out on a life of debauchery and deceit.

She is the kind of person that every one hates. Insincere about everything including the weather. She will tell you that it looks like rain just to see if you are gullible enough to agree with her.

No, no, no, all is not lost. She served a great purpose. She proved that every word in that Book is true. She is that woman in Proverbs that men are warned to stay away from. She is a deep ditch, she will attempt to slay you.

This is a very exciting story and I can't wait to tell it all. Do know that it takes courage to tell the truth. It takes foolish arrogance to weave fantastic lies while pretending to be crazy.

WORD for the day; "In whom the god of this world hath BLINDED the minds of them which believe NOT, lest the light of the Glorious Gospel of Christ, who is the image of GOD should shine on them." II Cor 4:4

You can't believe in Almighty GOD and continue in sin. You can't be dumb enough to believe that you are blessed for your lip service. You can't be ignorant enough to go to church every Sunday just to fool your lying friends. Are you that insecure? Must you show off your expensive robes and crosses? Just who are you trying to impress? Who is "Man" that you should care what he thinks?

Just how long are you going to be a blind follower groping along in the dark? Don't you ever get tired of being stupid? Don't you ever get tired of being on a losing team?

It doesn't matter what you did or what you are trying to do. You can't hurt me any more. You are no threat to me. You didn't ruin me as you planned and plotted. All of your evil deeds helped to mold and shape me into a very good person. A person that you could be proud of if you had sense enough. My soul looks back in wonder. I am in awe. GOD foiled so many of your brilliant schemes. It wasn't that you were so smart. It was that I couldn't conceive of a mind like yours. I didn't know such people existed. Few people know that there are double minded demons like you still menacing, still blocking, still robbing, still scheming. You are a toothless broken down old succubus. You did it your way any way. You messed up Mathy Jane, you messed up bad. But GOD sent me a WORD; "I am with you." Haggai 2:5

GOD has been with me my entire life. GOD loves me and he has kept me. Were you trying to terrorize me when you bragged about the number of babies that you flushed? I know now that those were the words of a broken fractured woman that refused to give up the wrong for the right. A very foolish little girl that never grew up, never learned to trust GOD. A creature that refuses to be wrong and demands that the entire world change to make her right. A very cowardly woman, a woman full of self loathing, a lost sheep.

I am so excited I have to brag. GOD spoke to me! I was four years old and GOD spoke to me! I was only four but even then I knew that I was special, set apart.

Look at how the devil tricked you. Of all the children to molest and torture you picked me. Or did you really pick me? Did GOD use you? You used "god". You exploited the gullible, the simple the "unsaved". What did you get? You got a hole in your money bag! (Read Haggai)

How did Mahalia Jackson sing it; "If salvation was something that money could buy the rich would live and the poor would die." ?

"Just how long are you going to play ignorant?"

"Just how long are you going to play ignorant?"

"I ain't playing!"

"Then what is wrong with you? You sho doing a good job of fooling me."

"You don't understand, SHE is MY MOTHER!"

"You 55 right?"

"Yea"

"You say you have had the worse luck of any person on earth. You left NCCU mysteriously with good grades and a good record?"

"Right!"

"Who drove up to Durham cussing you out and forcing you to pack your clothes and took you out of school?"

"My mother."

"Who convinced you that you were an ugly dim-witted idiot and that you should join the Air Force before anyone caught on to your total worthlessness?"

"My mother?"

"I do not have the time, energy or space to recount all of the atrocities she has committed clandestinely against her own children. All I have is the Bible, GOD's Holy WORD. I am going to tell you one more time; "From such stay away." Get in His WORD. Give you life to Christ. Pray that He might indwell in you mightily."

JR Walters Chronicles - "An Unsung Hero" (First Edition, 2nd installment)

When are we going to realize how duped we are? Most people refuse to think for themselves. Timid little sheep we wait for someone else to show some courage to stand up for what's right.

How long did black people "willingly" sit on the back of the bus? What really kept us on the back of that bus? Was it white racists, dogs or simply fear? Did most "black" people agree with white racists, that all blacks were "niggers" and should stay in their place?

True, fear was ingrained in "us" but nothing can excuse any man or woman for not standing up for their rights. They are your rights! If you want them, demand them. Stand up for yourself! Don't wait for the crowd to say something. The crowd is waiting on you.

Your oppressor will never feel sorry for you and give them to you because he suddenly developed a conscience. My grandfather was a Civil Rights pioneer. He attempted to register to vote every year for years. My grandfather memorized the Constitution backwards in order to pass the literacy test the "powers that be" designed and the "good white folks" still refused to let him register.

He was a brilliant man with a photographic memory and sitting down and memorizing the Constitution backwards was no core for him. I am sure that he was annoyed but he did it to let the racist know that the color of his skin did not stain or retard his intelligence or ability to do anything.

When finally permitted to register by federal law the dried up old biddy that had refused him every year for years made a sarcastic comment; "You mighty old tu be registering to vote aint'cha?"

"Madame! the opportunity never presented itself." was his curt remark as he tipped his hat and turned on his long straight legs and exited the courthouse.

I am so glad that I had a grandfather that I can brag about. I am so glad that my grandfather was a real Christian. I am glad that he was brave and he always stood up for right.

Any body can say anything about anyone. That story about George Washington and the cherry tree never happened. Someone felt compelled to lie, to embellish to make our first President look good. Well I happen to know that he did not leave any heirs because he was sterile as a result of syphilis.

No one has to lie or embellish to make my granddaddy look good. He was a tall good looking Indian. Today we would call him a Native American. Perhaps he was a Lumbee, I don't know. The nurses always called him "that old Indian man" when he was in the hospital.

I am bragging and proclaiming that my grandfather, Jerome Walters was a good man. I never saw or heard of him doing any wrong in his eighty-four years of life. Why would he, a wise sage that taught me to love and trust in the LORD suddenly kill himself?

It doesn't make sense because it never happened.

"Know ye the truth and the truth will set you free!"

"Know ye the Truth!"

"Know ye the Truth and the Truth shall set you free!" Why would Jesus tell us that? Because only GOD knows how we are burdened down by lies and myths. Most people are fake and phony, selfish and uncaring. That is our "humanness". That is Man. That is why we have to put on the new man.

"And be renewed in the spirit of your mind. And that ye put on the new man, which after GOD is created in righteousness and true holiness. Wherefore putting away LYING SPEAK EVERY MAN TRUTH WITH HIS NEIGHBOR: for we are members one of another. BE YE ANGRY, AND SIN NOT: let not the sun go down upon your wrath." (Ephesians 4: 23 - 26)

Too many people lie to themselves and are in complete denial. Too many of us are weak and take what ever we are dealt. Some of us accept others' definitions of us. "You're bad." "You think you're slick." "*Tryvon is a thief. You know he was born in prison don'cha?." "You ain't S***!"

Some of us let people control us like puppets on a string because that is all we know, all we have ever known. Change is too uncomfortable. The "unknown" is terrifying. That's why most slaves remained on the same plantations where they had been enslaved. Remember, the 13th amendment could not emancipate the slave's mind.

We have grown accustomed to the pain. Life is not so bad. Some of us suffer with the self loathing our "mothers" fed us. "You're too black. Your lips are too thick. Your hair is too nappy. You are stupid. You are dumb. You are a Nigga!"

No, every "mother" is not an ignorant sexual sadist, but some mothers hinder their children just the same.

There are too many mothers that truly don't mean any harm but they are too critical. Just a few minutes after "I love you and I miss you" they can't help but mention your inadequacies. "No, you never finished school, you wrecked your new car, I told you that gal was a ho."

Moms think about it this way. What if today was the last day on earth for your child? Would their "inadequacies" matter?

Take a clue from the Jerome Walters school of how to mold a near perfect child; be encouraging. Always encourage. See way more good than you do bad. That is not the same as enabling. Learn and practice the difference between "enabling" and "helping".

P.S. Just for the sons that don't know any better. Real "mothers" and "fathers" do not ever say anything against their children to any one for any reason.

I gladly accepted my place in her narcissistic world until she proved to be dangerous. Until the day I got some gumption. Until I got tired of starting over. Until I weighed the cost and realized that this creature is not worth loving. Until I heard Jesus say;"From such stay away."

June 4, 1951

June 4, 1951 was the day I came to "be". According to my "mother" I made my debut at ST. Phillips Medical Hospital in Richmond, Virginia. "Over looking the James River..." was one of the eloquently phrased sentences that she gave me for the autobiography I had been assigned by my fifth grade teacher.

There were some things that she told me about my birth that I didn't dare tell in my autobiography. The fact that my "father" had "abandoned" me, the fact that my first crib was a dresser drawer, the fact that my mother gave me away and had to kidnap me on her mother's orders.

Whoa! Stop *Blinky, hush with all that noise. Open your eyes, listen with your ears. Don't dare think that you escaped her "proclivities". You've had four husbands. She shared a lot about your life with me. There is no way to know what she has told you about me.

Bottom line, GOD has given the world a glimpse into the mind of this kind of demon. Mathy is Casey Anthony. You have known her as long as I have. There is no way she never wronged you terribly or lied on you. Her interest in your husbands and your character coupled with her secret jealousy and larceny should not be ignored.

The truth is it doesn't matter. What GOD has for you is for you. The devil can not stop His plan for your life.

I will not stop. I will keep talking, I will keep screaming until somebody hears me.

She tricked us, pawned her demonism off as normal. No one really ever told us different. I had to learn on my own. Quietly compare on my own. I reflect on the long list of atrocities she committed against us, against me and her host of minions continue to defend her on her command.

Stockholm syndrome, indoctrination, internalized fear, mind manipulation, brain washing, it doesn't matter what you call it. The woman is foul, oozing with flesh eating evil. I will not abide her. I will not count her as kin. I have mounted a campaign against her and her kind.

I want the next pervert to consider the cost, think more carefully, seek help.

Mathy Jane is a woman too sorry, lazy and unconcerned to get help for her "condition". I am not going to lie and say that I am lying. She is not going to repent because she can't. She can't care. No more than I can care about a roach I stepped on years ago. Murdering her own father concerned her about as mush as smashing a fly. She is infuriated that I won't let it go. She doesn't even care that I know. She is laughing at me; "Yea I did it! You can't prove it. I will never confess and there is nothing you can do about it."

This is the total history of our existence. Mathy Jane always doing some foul reprehensible deed that the victims or family had to pretend we didn't see or feel. Everything was our fault.

No, you didn't have to have me. Take that thought further, you didn't have to torture me. You didn't have to be a sneaky demon stalking and sabotaging my every move.

Yea, I know you did it, you can't undo it. Your minions are your minions. They can't or won't help themselves.

You, go think of a better lie, call people up crying. Round up your posse. Keep pounding, keep trying to turn your lies into GOD's Gospel truth. Find people just like you. Find people that think hair and color decide your destiny in this world.

Keep laughing at your pathetic children. When you can't tell a lie act one. Keep climbing up into that pulpit. Keep crawling up there dirty and "stanking" with your lies. You will win. No one around you is brave enough or smart enough to see through you. Use your Bible as a paper weight or a prop. No one cares about anyone else in this dog eat dog world. The least of all a little black bastard that came to be sixty years ago today.

Go ahead, I am waiting to see it. Turn GOD's WORD into a lie with your black "magic" hoodoo. Suddenly get very generous. Give all of your imps a surprize gift. Tell them how great they are, how you always admired them and loved them the most. Remind everyone how hard you had it with all of these sorry men that never did anything but take advantage of your innocence.

Be sure you pray and cry. A lie will still be a lie but at least you will feel better.

Should we tell our children Fairy Tales?

Should we tell our children Fairy Tale lies? Should we share stories of damsels in distress, glass slippers, pumpkins that turn into coaches? Are we setting our children up for a fall when we tell them that good always triumphs over bad? What about "honesty is the best policy"?

Our children are suffering whether we acknowledge it or not. I don't understand some people. In an uproar over the debt ceiling , claiming that we are robbing our children of a "future", they demand conservative spending now. Our school system is broken, our youth are out of control and "we" demand to balance the budget.

A lie is still a lie I don't care how it sounds. That lie may be ever so soothing to your ear, but it is still a lie.

The "Casey Anthony" trial has captured my attention. I watch it and scream at the TV. I know Casey Anthony. I am very intimate with her. My "mother" is a Casey Anthony, the ultimate narcissist, a pathological liar. An uncaring monstrosity. A liar caught in a loop.

She is lying because she is too cowardly, too evil, too selfish to ever admit the truth. Casey Anthony is in a self induced "coma". Encased in her own world of perfection she refuses to leave. It is beautiful there. She is the beautiful princess there. No one dislikes or criticizes her there. She is perfect there.

"Stubborn as a mule", "bullheaded", rigid, intractable. There is no use. You will never reach her. It will not happen in this world. She is too ashamed. She earned a past that no man can claim. It is too foul.

You do what you can to make sure that it never happens to you. Teach your children to always tell the truth no matter what. Do teach them that "honesty is the best policy".

Elvis Presley - How Great Thou Art

Elvis Presley- Gospel If That Isn't Love

Howlin' Wolf - How Many More Years

Howlin' Wolf - I ain't superstitious

The JR Walters Chronicles (First edition)

PTL!
When I came on the scene the "family" was already thoroughly entrenched and indoctrinated. Every one knew his or her place. Every one was thoroughly rehearsed, every one knew their part. Mathy Jane picked your role, only she could determine your status. She, only she, the Great "Mathy Jane", the Madame Watson, could determine if you were worthy enough to have status. What ever you got from her you better make damn sure you showed your gratitude. Bend, bow, scrap, fall prostrate on the ground.

Mathy Jane had a real problem. She did things that she loved to do but the world and GOD said that she shouldn't do. She did them any way. Then she felt bad, felt shame, felt rejection, felt scorn and that made her mad.

Every time she got mad, every time she was called out for her little weaknesses, she felt irritated, annoyed, bothered.

"Don't they know who I am? I know I did some things that aren't right , but it is not my fault! It is your fault! You damn dumb a** black a** dummy! Now get out of my face! Get on with your life! Leave me alone! I am not confessing! And I damn sure ain't gon' nevah repent for S***!."

Cater to Mathy Jane, give her everything that she wanted. Agree with her that she is smarter than GOD. Stroke her and pet her. Don't dare upset her. Don't do anything or get anything that could possibly cause her to get envious or jealous. The problem was few people knew what would cause that ugly monster that she kept on a short leash to raise his ugly horny head. It could be something as simple as a peanut butter sandwich in the lunch of the little black bastards that she hated. 'Throw the crummy sandwiches in a nasty smelly "Superman" lunch box that you never clean out. Don't wrap that damn sandwich for that luddle black heifer! I hope de ludddle bitch choke to deaf.'

Know the rules, know your place. The worst fact concerning this never ending saga, nothing or no one could ever make this sad pathetic empty person happy.

Titillated that she had gotten over, lived in a brick hut, drove a long Cadillac, wore the finest clothes money could buy, had more wigs than a Asian wig shop, more shoes than "Carter has little liver pills", read Tarot cards, and "worked roots" for some of the most prominent people in the country.

Mathy Jane had it made. She always had more money than she needed. She made sure that she always had money because that was one of her gifts. A grifter, a con artist, a flim flamer, give her enough time she would soon separate you from your cash. I don't know if she was afraid of being broke or just enjoyed the challenge of deceiving you.

She always had more money than she needed. She could buy anything that she wanted. She was smart, that is, she had a brilliant criminal mind. The saddest reality Mathy Jane always thought betrayal and treachery was a sign of superior intelligence. She really did think her skin color entitled her to do anything that crossed her mind.

By the time she was thirteen she was doing things that scandalized the community. Cruel and incorrigible no one could stop her. Not even GOD, so she thought.

Celebrating every successful demonic deed she never loved the little girl growing up in her shadow. She starved that little brown girl deliberately. No love. "No love for you you luddle black heifer! No love for you, you embarrassed me. You made me look bad. I had yo luddle a** and yo sorry a** daddy wudn't marry me! I'm gonna fix yo luddle black a**."

Mathy kept her awful hatred and jealousy secret because she knew it was wrong. She knew it was wrong but she didn't care because she loved it. Her sick Satanism was so delightful she never had the desire to let it go.

Mathy read the Bible, loved to study it, loved to preach it, loved to use it against her prey. Yea, she knew that she could trust the Bible, she knew that she could trust GOD, she just never wanted to. Why should she? Her life was great as far as she could see. She was still on top. Those dummies will never catch on.

She didn't want to see the whole world blessed. Mathy didn't want to see any one happy but her.

Now she is ancient, way past old. Now she is aggravated. This "daughter" has her doing double time and triple time trying to pray, fast, serve the LAWD and lie.

Her daddy told her that she couldn't have it both way. Why not?

Where is that magic button, that magic bullet? ' How am I going to get out of this? Kill the messenger! Lie on her. Play pitiful, play crazy, play possessed. Just wait, she'll forget, they will forget. Ain't nobody gon believe hur!'

Be rigid in your resolve. Declare to the world that you will never repent. Don't! Go straight to Hell and be happy.

You may never have the courage to face your truth, but it the truth will be know.

"I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me GOD."

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