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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