" 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