Tuesday, January 31, 2012
GOD is not pleased
I woke up this morning very aware of the fact hat I am kin to some scared, "no-count niggas". NO COUNT!
"no count" means that you can't be counted upon. You are shiftless, lazy, uncaring, unsympathetic, narcissistic, slow, dim-witted, controlled.
We are all controlled, controlled until we wake up, see the light. We are controlled until we learn to hear, to heed the WORD of GOD.
Life is a test. Not a pop quiz, but a test. Did you read the book? Did you take notes? Did you extrapolate?
Is that what you really think? Or do you think that is what you should think because that is what everyone else thinks? Do you think that because your mother taught you that? Are you a simple minded blind follower?
Your "mother" murdered your grandfather! That is a fact! That is not mere speculation as she slyly suggests. "I'm not doing no CSI!" you spew full of venom. Are you mad because I have common sense? Or are you mad because I have "balls" enough to say it out loud? Got "balls" enough to contact the Fayetteville Police over and over for years, to no avail.
Dismissed as a nut, reviled for being a snitch, I press on.
You got away with a lot. You are perhaps the oldest reprobate that ever lived. You think you got away with the perfect murder, but you didn't. "See where your granddaddy put duh gun ... AFTER he shot hizsef in the heart."
So we missed that window. We all lived out of state. There is no statute of limitations on murder! "Let it go Gwen! Let it go!!!" I will not!!! My granddaddy was somebody. Somebody worthy and deserving of respect and honor. If he was guilty of anything it was not putting your sick a** away. Perhaps guilty of keeping you a "secret". I don't think he knew the true depths of your depravity. (Few people do)
You said the police gave you a paraffin test. Why would they give you a paraffin test ? Why did you volunteer that information? If you were given a paraffin test as you claim, there would be a record of it.
You hated him! You hated him secretly just like you do me. Why can't you hate out loud? Out in the open? Why are you so sneaky? (sneaky, creepy and vile, Oh My!) Why did you label me sneaky? My on-line psychiatrist said it is because you "project". Always too cowardly to own your own sin you deliberately and delusionally "project" your deeds onto others.
That's cool. You are complicated. Yes, you are a demon. "From such stay away."
You have no right to live such a foul despicable life and demand honor. Just crawl, crawl away and hide somewhere.
"...it is getting close to midnight."
THE END
"no count" means that you can't be counted upon. You are shiftless, lazy, uncaring, unsympathetic, narcissistic, slow, dim-witted, controlled.
We are all controlled, controlled until we wake up, see the light. We are controlled until we learn to hear, to heed the WORD of GOD.
Life is a test. Not a pop quiz, but a test. Did you read the book? Did you take notes? Did you extrapolate?
Is that what you really think? Or do you think that is what you should think because that is what everyone else thinks? Do you think that because your mother taught you that? Are you a simple minded blind follower?
Your "mother" murdered your grandfather! That is a fact! That is not mere speculation as she slyly suggests. "I'm not doing no CSI!" you spew full of venom. Are you mad because I have common sense? Or are you mad because I have "balls" enough to say it out loud? Got "balls" enough to contact the Fayetteville Police over and over for years, to no avail.
Dismissed as a nut, reviled for being a snitch, I press on.
You got away with a lot. You are perhaps the oldest reprobate that ever lived. You think you got away with the perfect murder, but you didn't. "See where your granddaddy put duh gun ... AFTER he shot hizsef in the heart."
So we missed that window. We all lived out of state. There is no statute of limitations on murder! "Let it go Gwen! Let it go!!!" I will not!!! My granddaddy was somebody. Somebody worthy and deserving of respect and honor. If he was guilty of anything it was not putting your sick a** away. Perhaps guilty of keeping you a "secret". I don't think he knew the true depths of your depravity. (Few people do)
You said the police gave you a paraffin test. Why would they give you a paraffin test ? Why did you volunteer that information? If you were given a paraffin test as you claim, there would be a record of it.
You hated him! You hated him secretly just like you do me. Why can't you hate out loud? Out in the open? Why are you so sneaky? (sneaky, creepy and vile, Oh My!) Why did you label me sneaky? My on-line psychiatrist said it is because you "project". Always too cowardly to own your own sin you deliberately and delusionally "project" your deeds onto others.
That's cool. You are complicated. Yes, you are a demon. "From such stay away."
You have no right to live such a foul despicable life and demand honor. Just crawl, crawl away and hide somewhere.
"...it is getting close to midnight."
THE END
"As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he."
In other words, what ever you think you are, you are. If you think that you are a "helpless backslidding sinner", that's what you are. If you think that you are some self-styled "evil root-working witch", you are. If you think that some outside force, some evil spirit can control you , it will.
But, if you know anything about GOD, if you have the faith of a mustard seed, you will never give up.
If you have been severely wronged for no reason. If you have been shamed and humiliated, betrayed and backstabbed by your own "mother", you will get up! You will not let evil destroy you. "Though he slay me, yet shall I serve the LORD!"
If you have an ounce of decency in your body you will warn others. It doesn't matter if they heed you or not. It is important that you be able to say you tried.
It is All in Divine Order. GOD's children will hear Him. Fellow reprobates will get exactly what they deserve.
Personally, I have never liked two-faced people. I have never trusted a person that runs to me with a story or an insult leveled against me by another person. I know it is simply recreation for the tattler. "A dog that will bring a bone will carry one."
My grandfather taught me that a; "man's bounds are set. You can't go over'um. You can't get around'um."
A person my look at you and secretly hate you. They may marvel at your beauty, your intelligence, your gifts, your talent. Amazed by your extraordinary talent, they mentally diminish or forget their own gifts. Soon they let that envy turn into jealousy and if they are like Martha they brew it until it becomes treachery.
She will never admit to herself that she ruined her own life. Everything is still someone else's fault. Eighty-six and still perfect. Eight-six and still demanding compliments on her looks, her brilliance, her guile.
No, maybe she never did anything to you. Nothing that you know about. Nothing that you were smart enough to detect.
I found out that some people are too lazy to think, to see for themselves. I found out some people need ignorant false ideas concerning color, race and hair. Some people need some one to low-rate, to hate, to lead astray.
What else can you do when you realize that you took the wrong road, made all of the wrong decisions? Can you repent? Can you save your grandchildren, great-grandchildren? Can you care, really care, have human compassion for anyone on this earth?
"As a man thinketh...."
Think about it!
THE END
But, if you know anything about GOD, if you have the faith of a mustard seed, you will never give up.
If you have been severely wronged for no reason. If you have been shamed and humiliated, betrayed and backstabbed by your own "mother", you will get up! You will not let evil destroy you. "Though he slay me, yet shall I serve the LORD!"
If you have an ounce of decency in your body you will warn others. It doesn't matter if they heed you or not. It is important that you be able to say you tried.
It is All in Divine Order. GOD's children will hear Him. Fellow reprobates will get exactly what they deserve.
Personally, I have never liked two-faced people. I have never trusted a person that runs to me with a story or an insult leveled against me by another person. I know it is simply recreation for the tattler. "A dog that will bring a bone will carry one."
My grandfather taught me that a; "man's bounds are set. You can't go over'um. You can't get around'um."
A person my look at you and secretly hate you. They may marvel at your beauty, your intelligence, your gifts, your talent. Amazed by your extraordinary talent, they mentally diminish or forget their own gifts. Soon they let that envy turn into jealousy and if they are like Martha they brew it until it becomes treachery.
She will never admit to herself that she ruined her own life. Everything is still someone else's fault. Eighty-six and still perfect. Eight-six and still demanding compliments on her looks, her brilliance, her guile.
No, maybe she never did anything to you. Nothing that you know about. Nothing that you were smart enough to detect.
I found out that some people are too lazy to think, to see for themselves. I found out some people need ignorant false ideas concerning color, race and hair. Some people need some one to low-rate, to hate, to lead astray.
What else can you do when you realize that you took the wrong road, made all of the wrong decisions? Can you repent? Can you save your grandchildren, great-grandchildren? Can you care, really care, have human compassion for anyone on this earth?
"As a man thinketh...."
Think about it!
THE END
Monday, January 30, 2012
Time is running out.
Time is running out for you demons. The curtain is about to close. You had a good run. You ran amuck. You lied, you whored, you plotted, you manipulated, you murdered. But, you did not win.
You demanded to live life your way, and you did. No, you knew better. You always knew better. You just didn't care to do better.
Own your choice! Be what you are! Don't do your dirt and run back to the church. You can not care less for the "Church" and GOD's Kingdom. You do it for attention. You demand the best seats, demand to be seen, honored.
You can't steal honor (woman)! No, you are not that stupid. But, you are that wicked.
I'm sitting here knitting some (just some) of your deeds together, trying to figure out how and why you got away so long.
You bragged that you busted your baby brother in the head with an iron skillet when you were six and he was two. You split a two- year- old's head open with an iron skillet! You brag, you are happy! You describe how the blood gushed.
Wow! (clue #1)
Never sorry, never remorseful. Why would you relish or delight in doing something so terrible? Martha, the truth is you never grew. You are eighty-six, but, you are still a child. All be it a very corrupt, demonic child. You are still a child. No, you don't have to be "childish". It is your choice. It is "free will".
You smashed that puppy. (clue#2) I don't know how old you were. I know you did it. You never said one word to your cousin when she told me you did it. You talked about her like a dog when you were safely home. That's your thing, your forte, talking behind someone's back. As a matter of fact, that's all you do. Just like a coward, you got a lot to say out of ear shot, out of sight. You sure change your tune in person. You get so "sweet" and complimentary. And you are always sharing. I learned this about you, if you give anything away, it is "rooted" or funky, not fit for anything but the garbage.
Creep. ( clue#3)
Is that the only time you have "courage"? Why didn't you cuss your cousin out? Why didn't you talk to your cousin like you did to us, to your father, to me?
Where is your courage? What's with the "roots"? (clue#4) did you really put all of your faith in some ignorant ass primitive "hoodoo"?
You always did the most embarrassing corrupt, demonic things, with us or to us and then demand honor and secrecy. You got it, too. You have never earned any respect. What a shame, you had to maim, torture an manipulate for the fake honor you have.
You never let any one tell you the truth. (clue#5) Refusing to hear your awful truth never changed anything.
Do know that you are an after thought. True, I am still outraged about your treachery. But, I must accept the fact that you are one that the LORD lost. (Many are called, but few are chosen) GOD lost you, but our story will save millions, perhaps billions.
People, this is what happens when you are a rebellious miscreant. This is what happens when you are dumb enough to believe "corrupt evil man" over GOD's WORD. When you are ignorant enough to think your color and hair make you better, entitles you to certain benefits. This is what happens when you live in denial. This is what happens when you are a pathological liar. This is what happens when you are lazy and unmotivated concerning your own life but rage with jealousy and envy when someone you know or some one you are supposed to love earns something you were too sorry to.
Family this is what happens to a person who is sexually perverted and refuse help. You didn't refuse help out of shame as you pretended. You hide it, because you love it. You don't see anything wrong in your proclivities. That makes you lower than an animal. A dog has more sense than you.
People need to know about demons like you. "Bible toting demons". A "good Christian" can't squeeze up in the church, for you. All fat and greasy, in the way. Blocking the progress of GOD's WORD. Menacing, causing distress, disunion, discomfort. "Mark them!"
Your time is up! PTL! GOD saved me. He delivered me from you "right on time".
I am going to tell you what granddaddy used to tell you; "Shame on you."
THE END
You demanded to live life your way, and you did. No, you knew better. You always knew better. You just didn't care to do better.
Own your choice! Be what you are! Don't do your dirt and run back to the church. You can not care less for the "Church" and GOD's Kingdom. You do it for attention. You demand the best seats, demand to be seen, honored.
You can't steal honor (woman)! No, you are not that stupid. But, you are that wicked.
I'm sitting here knitting some (just some) of your deeds together, trying to figure out how and why you got away so long.
You bragged that you busted your baby brother in the head with an iron skillet when you were six and he was two. You split a two- year- old's head open with an iron skillet! You brag, you are happy! You describe how the blood gushed.
Wow! (clue #1)
Never sorry, never remorseful. Why would you relish or delight in doing something so terrible? Martha, the truth is you never grew. You are eighty-six, but, you are still a child. All be it a very corrupt, demonic child. You are still a child. No, you don't have to be "childish". It is your choice. It is "free will".
You smashed that puppy. (clue#2) I don't know how old you were. I know you did it. You never said one word to your cousin when she told me you did it. You talked about her like a dog when you were safely home. That's your thing, your forte, talking behind someone's back. As a matter of fact, that's all you do. Just like a coward, you got a lot to say out of ear shot, out of sight. You sure change your tune in person. You get so "sweet" and complimentary. And you are always sharing. I learned this about you, if you give anything away, it is "rooted" or funky, not fit for anything but the garbage.
Creep. ( clue#3)
Is that the only time you have "courage"? Why didn't you cuss your cousin out? Why didn't you talk to your cousin like you did to us, to your father, to me?
Where is your courage? What's with the "roots"? (clue#4) did you really put all of your faith in some ignorant ass primitive "hoodoo"?
You always did the most embarrassing corrupt, demonic things, with us or to us and then demand honor and secrecy. You got it, too. You have never earned any respect. What a shame, you had to maim, torture an manipulate for the fake honor you have.
You never let any one tell you the truth. (clue#5) Refusing to hear your awful truth never changed anything.
Do know that you are an after thought. True, I am still outraged about your treachery. But, I must accept the fact that you are one that the LORD lost. (Many are called, but few are chosen) GOD lost you, but our story will save millions, perhaps billions.
People, this is what happens when you are a rebellious miscreant. This is what happens when you are dumb enough to believe "corrupt evil man" over GOD's WORD. When you are ignorant enough to think your color and hair make you better, entitles you to certain benefits. This is what happens when you live in denial. This is what happens when you are a pathological liar. This is what happens when you are lazy and unmotivated concerning your own life but rage with jealousy and envy when someone you know or some one you are supposed to love earns something you were too sorry to.
Family this is what happens to a person who is sexually perverted and refuse help. You didn't refuse help out of shame as you pretended. You hide it, because you love it. You don't see anything wrong in your proclivities. That makes you lower than an animal. A dog has more sense than you.
People need to know about demons like you. "Bible toting demons". A "good Christian" can't squeeze up in the church, for you. All fat and greasy, in the way. Blocking the progress of GOD's WORD. Menacing, causing distress, disunion, discomfort. "Mark them!"
Your time is up! PTL! GOD saved me. He delivered me from you "right on time".
I am going to tell you what granddaddy used to tell you; "Shame on you."
THE END
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Why do I blog so much? Am I rushing to get my story told? Am I just mad as hell, raging with disgust? Am I mad because "vengeance is mine saith the LORD, I shall repay!" , and I think GOD is too slow?
Or do I really want to embarrass the bitch? Do I want to humiliate her like she did me? Am I seething with anger because of what she stole? Many people considered me beautiful. I must admit that I had "it going on". I have photographic evidence.
Could I rip her head off with my bare hands? I finally figured out what happened to my brother. He can't tell. He is messed up. What she did to him is equivalent to a frontal lobotomy and a vicious castration.
Really? Is there an animal on this earth that low? What went wrong? I scream! "How could she? How could she? I scream over and over. How did we let her? Why did we let her? Then the voice of the LORD calms me down; "I am with you, I have always been with you. Trust Me, it is ALL in Divine Order. She won't get away. She never got away. She knows that she is the scum of the earth. She know's my Laws and my Will."
I know I blog out of a secret fear. The human maggots got me twice. She got me at seventeen. Destroyed everything, every poem, every essay, all my prose, all my art, EVERYTHING! And that "man" I married destroyed three manuscripts, a huge box of love letters and my master's thesis. ( I know she had something to do with it. She tricked that simple minded illiterate jealous nigger)
Responded cool as a cucumber, but with malice; "I WUZ CLEANING UP!!!" Cleaning Up! You stanking lazy common ass whore! When have you ever cleaned up a muthaf****** thang? That's what I wanted to say, but I didn't say. Why? I was scared shitless! Mathy was not a bitch that you messed with, not even in your own defence. We knew, we all knew, she seared it into our brains. " I kin do any f***ing thang I f***ing pleeze and you black a** dim-witted sorry a** niggas can't do a f***ing thang about it! hahahahahahahahaha!" "
A sadist, an out of control sociopath, clever enough to cover her sin. No she never hid anything, just bludgeoned and crucified anyone with the guts, with the balls, with the "lack'a sense" to tell on her.
Tell on Mathy if you want to, you will suffer.
So I write. I write prolifically. I write when I am not painting, when I am not drawing, when I am not creating a doll, or planting or cultivating.
You are going to get your's Mathy. You are not nearly as dumb, ignorant, pitiful, or as old as you pretend to be. You don't deserve a pass. You don't deserve any understanding. You are not that dumb, but you are that wicked.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
"Help me Holy Ghost! Thank You Jesus! I said GOD stepped in and rescued me. That's not true. He has been with me my entire life. " I never could have made it." Leading and guiding me, protecting me.
She is no mystery to me. My subconscious always knew. I was always wary of her. I have always had some level of distrust for her, some disdain, some repulsion.
She was always openly whorish, to the point of nauseium. Worse than whorishness was her reaction to me. She ridiculed me for deliberately rejecting her chosen path for me. She tried to convince me that women who sold pussy were better and smarter than women who gave it away. Why get an education? Why earn your way through life when you were sitting on a gold mine? She fully intended to prove I wasn't better than her.
"If I torture and destroy this bitch she'll sell pussy! She ain't bedder dan me!"
That was private, that was our "little secret" Do your dirt on the side and make sure you go to church every Sunday. Holler the loudest. Amen the loudest. Sit on the front pew decked out in your finery. Make sure everyone knows that your good slick undercover " 'ho-ing" produced good results.
It was like she was saying; "Look at me now niggas! You downed me'cause I had a baby outta' wedlock! All y'all talked about me! Look at me now! Fine ride, a sold-jur husband! Ah damn sar-gent in Uncle Sam's army! I got money ni! I got respectability ni!"
She was too blind to see that everyone was right. Rich 'ho, po' 'ho, what does it matter? You are still a 'ho. You can wear that robe if you want to. You are still a 'ho. I don't care how many people compliment you, tell you how you touched their heart, their soul. You are still a 'ho, 'ho!
You are still a whore! Still unfit for anyone's pulpit. You know that. That is why you burn with that sick hatred. You know that you are unclean. You know that you should confess, repent. You know what GOD wants. You know you can't get by. You know that you are dirty, stank and low down.
You know that you can't blame your daughter. You know that you can't pretend every preacher is corrupt and low-down just like you.
You know that you are holding on to that evil it is not holding on to you. Nothing is going to change. GOD is not going to reverse His WORD for you.
Nobody likes a 'ho. Who can respect a woman that volunteers to be a human toilet? Don't get mad because you are not accepted. Lie! Lie and revile (until it gets old), play crazy, but don't you ever change.
Pretend that you don't understand, can't understand. Frustrate, worry, bludgeon. Inflict pain. Crucify that bitch! How dare she win the love and respect of your father! Fix both of them! Murder him and make her (f***ing slut!) suffer. Do it for years and years and years! Sixty years! Drive her crazy! Be wishy-washy, hot-cold, good-wicked. Torment the f*** out'dem niggas!
These dummies will never know. After all you are the Master manipulator! Who on this earth is smarter than you? "They ain't no GOD! GOD is dead! I got my dust! Niggas bedder look out! hahahahahaha!
THE END!
Or do I really want to embarrass the bitch? Do I want to humiliate her like she did me? Am I seething with anger because of what she stole? Many people considered me beautiful. I must admit that I had "it going on". I have photographic evidence.
Could I rip her head off with my bare hands? I finally figured out what happened to my brother. He can't tell. He is messed up. What she did to him is equivalent to a frontal lobotomy and a vicious castration.
Really? Is there an animal on this earth that low? What went wrong? I scream! "How could she? How could she? I scream over and over. How did we let her? Why did we let her? Then the voice of the LORD calms me down; "I am with you, I have always been with you. Trust Me, it is ALL in Divine Order. She won't get away. She never got away. She knows that she is the scum of the earth. She know's my Laws and my Will."
I know I blog out of a secret fear. The human maggots got me twice. She got me at seventeen. Destroyed everything, every poem, every essay, all my prose, all my art, EVERYTHING! And that "man" I married destroyed three manuscripts, a huge box of love letters and my master's thesis. ( I know she had something to do with it. She tricked that simple minded illiterate jealous nigger)
Responded cool as a cucumber, but with malice; "I WUZ CLEANING UP!!!" Cleaning Up! You stanking lazy common ass whore! When have you ever cleaned up a muthaf****** thang? That's what I wanted to say, but I didn't say. Why? I was scared shitless! Mathy was not a bitch that you messed with, not even in your own defence. We knew, we all knew, she seared it into our brains. " I kin do any f***ing thang I f***ing pleeze and you black a** dim-witted sorry a** niggas can't do a f***ing thang about it! hahahahahahahahaha!" "
A sadist, an out of control sociopath, clever enough to cover her sin. No she never hid anything, just bludgeoned and crucified anyone with the guts, with the balls, with the "lack'a sense" to tell on her.
Tell on Mathy if you want to, you will suffer.
So I write. I write prolifically. I write when I am not painting, when I am not drawing, when I am not creating a doll, or planting or cultivating.
You are going to get your's Mathy. You are not nearly as dumb, ignorant, pitiful, or as old as you pretend to be. You don't deserve a pass. You don't deserve any understanding. You are not that dumb, but you are that wicked.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
"Help me Holy Ghost! Thank You Jesus! I said GOD stepped in and rescued me. That's not true. He has been with me my entire life. " I never could have made it." Leading and guiding me, protecting me.
She is no mystery to me. My subconscious always knew. I was always wary of her. I have always had some level of distrust for her, some disdain, some repulsion.
She was always openly whorish, to the point of nauseium. Worse than whorishness was her reaction to me. She ridiculed me for deliberately rejecting her chosen path for me. She tried to convince me that women who sold pussy were better and smarter than women who gave it away. Why get an education? Why earn your way through life when you were sitting on a gold mine? She fully intended to prove I wasn't better than her.
"If I torture and destroy this bitch she'll sell pussy! She ain't bedder dan me!"
That was private, that was our "little secret" Do your dirt on the side and make sure you go to church every Sunday. Holler the loudest. Amen the loudest. Sit on the front pew decked out in your finery. Make sure everyone knows that your good slick undercover " 'ho-ing" produced good results.
It was like she was saying; "Look at me now niggas! You downed me'cause I had a baby outta' wedlock! All y'all talked about me! Look at me now! Fine ride, a sold-jur husband! Ah damn sar-gent in Uncle Sam's army! I got money ni! I got respectability ni!"
She was too blind to see that everyone was right. Rich 'ho, po' 'ho, what does it matter? You are still a 'ho. You can wear that robe if you want to. You are still a 'ho. I don't care how many people compliment you, tell you how you touched their heart, their soul. You are still a 'ho, 'ho!
You are still a whore! Still unfit for anyone's pulpit. You know that. That is why you burn with that sick hatred. You know that you are unclean. You know that you should confess, repent. You know what GOD wants. You know you can't get by. You know that you are dirty, stank and low down.
You know that you can't blame your daughter. You know that you can't pretend every preacher is corrupt and low-down just like you.
You know that you are holding on to that evil it is not holding on to you. Nothing is going to change. GOD is not going to reverse His WORD for you.
Nobody likes a 'ho. Who can respect a woman that volunteers to be a human toilet? Don't get mad because you are not accepted. Lie! Lie and revile (until it gets old), play crazy, but don't you ever change.
Pretend that you don't understand, can't understand. Frustrate, worry, bludgeon. Inflict pain. Crucify that bitch! How dare she win the love and respect of your father! Fix both of them! Murder him and make her (f***ing slut!) suffer. Do it for years and years and years! Sixty years! Drive her crazy! Be wishy-washy, hot-cold, good-wicked. Torment the f*** out'dem niggas!
These dummies will never know. After all you are the Master manipulator! Who on this earth is smarter than you? "They ain't no GOD! GOD is dead! I got my dust! Niggas bedder look out! hahahahahaha!
THE END!
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Now that's love
The Bible warns us that some will not have natural affection. They will be rendered incapable of natural love. GOD's WORD clearly details the cause of a reprobate mind. GOD will release you over to a reprobate mind for certain acts, for disobedience. It is so true.
I know that my grandfather was a good man. He was in covenant with GOD. He was a committed Christian. I know this for a fact. I know he loved me and I loved him. I have no bad memories of my grandfather, not one. He was always kind, he was always wise. Everything he advised me to do turned into an honorable blessing.
When I look back over his life, the hardships he experienced, I cry.
He was a brilliant tall handsome man. Somehow President Obama reminds me of him. Both tall, slim and regal. They have that same intense look in their eyes. I can tell that President Obama loves his family. He loves his wife and kids.
My grandfather loved his family, sacrificed his whole life for them. He was not able to go to school, to get a formal education. But, he wanted his children to, his grandchildren. He provided for his family. He left sixty-five acres of prime land, sitting on I-95, with a big rambling ranch style house, a man-made lake, complete with vineyards and orchards. ( Well two huge grapevines, apple, peach, pear, and pecan trees.) He did his part. A good man leaves an inheritance for his children, his children's children. He did that.
The best thing he left me was wisdom and an example of a true Christian life.
He loved his children, all of them. He loved his grandchildren. If he were here today he would have a lot to say to his great, and great-great grandchildren. He would tell them about love. He would tell them to live right.
My grandfather's oldest son was murdered. Some say murdered, some say accidentally shot to death. He was only sixteen and the bullet from Bruce Jacob's gun struck him in the aorta and he bleed to death in my grandfather's arms. His friend, Mr. Jerry McLean put them in his new Packard and he was speeding down highway 301, headed for the hospital when he died.
Can you imagine your young son, in the prime of his life, bleeding to death in your arms? Have mercy Jesus! My grandfather, Jerome Walters, sure had his season of sorrow.
They say that my uncle Junior was tall and handsome just like my grandfather. They say that he was smart, well mannered, a gentleman. He was walking past Mr. Jacobs house, on his way to set up a crystal (radio) for a friend of the family when the gun went off. (February 10, 1939. Pay attention to that date)
No, the bullet wasn't meant for him. But, he died anyway. Someone had disrespected Mr. Jacobs house. Some drunk nigga had run in his house, acting the fool. Mr. Jacobs grabbed his gun, his mother grabbed his arm, causing the bullet to go astray. Mr. Jacobs said that he only intended to fire a warning shot at the "no-count-nigga".
I don't know the full truth. I may never know. I know the passing of his eldest son broke his heart. I know he told me that he felt like walking directly into the path of a bus when the trial ended.
I know that's love. That is natural love. And if you have it, if you have that ability, that GOD given ability to love naturally, you better thank GOD.
I know that my grandfather was a good man. He was in covenant with GOD. He was a committed Christian. I know this for a fact. I know he loved me and I loved him. I have no bad memories of my grandfather, not one. He was always kind, he was always wise. Everything he advised me to do turned into an honorable blessing.
When I look back over his life, the hardships he experienced, I cry.
He was a brilliant tall handsome man. Somehow President Obama reminds me of him. Both tall, slim and regal. They have that same intense look in their eyes. I can tell that President Obama loves his family. He loves his wife and kids.
My grandfather loved his family, sacrificed his whole life for them. He was not able to go to school, to get a formal education. But, he wanted his children to, his grandchildren. He provided for his family. He left sixty-five acres of prime land, sitting on I-95, with a big rambling ranch style house, a man-made lake, complete with vineyards and orchards. ( Well two huge grapevines, apple, peach, pear, and pecan trees.) He did his part. A good man leaves an inheritance for his children, his children's children. He did that.
The best thing he left me was wisdom and an example of a true Christian life.
He loved his children, all of them. He loved his grandchildren. If he were here today he would have a lot to say to his great, and great-great grandchildren. He would tell them about love. He would tell them to live right.
My grandfather's oldest son was murdered. Some say murdered, some say accidentally shot to death. He was only sixteen and the bullet from Bruce Jacob's gun struck him in the aorta and he bleed to death in my grandfather's arms. His friend, Mr. Jerry McLean put them in his new Packard and he was speeding down highway 301, headed for the hospital when he died.
Can you imagine your young son, in the prime of his life, bleeding to death in your arms? Have mercy Jesus! My grandfather, Jerome Walters, sure had his season of sorrow.
They say that my uncle Junior was tall and handsome just like my grandfather. They say that he was smart, well mannered, a gentleman. He was walking past Mr. Jacobs house, on his way to set up a crystal (radio) for a friend of the family when the gun went off. (February 10, 1939. Pay attention to that date)
No, the bullet wasn't meant for him. But, he died anyway. Someone had disrespected Mr. Jacobs house. Some drunk nigga had run in his house, acting the fool. Mr. Jacobs grabbed his gun, his mother grabbed his arm, causing the bullet to go astray. Mr. Jacobs said that he only intended to fire a warning shot at the "no-count-nigga".
I don't know the full truth. I may never know. I know the passing of his eldest son broke his heart. I know he told me that he felt like walking directly into the path of a bus when the trial ended.
I know that's love. That is natural love. And if you have it, if you have that ability, that GOD given ability to love naturally, you better thank GOD.
I have been doing some research
I won two fellowships to graduate schools. Not one, but two! I am a research scientist. In other words I know that I am well qualified to complete the mission that GOD has assigned me.
I am an advocate for children. I "hate" all child abusers with a passion. My deep hatred stems from my personal abuse of course.
I know that GOD anointed and appointed me to expose this hidden misery.
This is a serious problem. It will not go away. Hiding it makes it worse. We must change our culture. We must change our reaction.
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention defines "child maltreatment" as abuse and neglect of a child under the age of 18 by a parent, caregiver, or another person in a custodial role (e.g. clergy, coach, teacher) There are four types of abuse:
- Physical
- Sexual
- Emotional Abuse
- Neglect
( I read that and thought; "Wow! I hit the jackpot1 I suffered from all four.)
According to the CDC disparities exist in terms of gender and "race" for children of abuse. In 2008 African-American children experienced the highest rates of victimization (16.6 per 1,000 children). Followed by American Indian or Alaska Native (13.9 per 1,000 children).
The CDC readily admits that this is very difficult problem. These numbers only reflect cases that were identified. Some one told or some child was hospitalized, treated or in fact murdered.
What about the "silent victims"? I am forced to wonder about people like me. What about the millions that never tell? How many survivors are walking around wounded, destroyed by a selfish mother or father?
I must expose this problem. Our children have no voice, they have no hope. I managed to survive. Should I pretend that I am alright? Should I simply forgive my abuser and forget it ever happened?
That was my intention. I squashed it. I pushed it down. I forgot it. I loved my mother any way and you guessed it. She repaid me with the sickest, vilest betrayal possible.
She is not going to repent. She is not going to change. She is no longer important. She will get her just and honest due one day.
I can not rest knowing that millions of our children suffer needlessly because too many selfish adults are too busy living their fabulous narcissistic lives to care about anyone or anything.
I fully intend to prick the collective conscious of America. I intend to shame America into caring about all of her children. All children, regardless of race,class, status, gender or nationality.
Please don't be like so many smug people I've met on my journey. I am hurt, I am injured. Most people have reacted to my story with repulsion, revulsion. Not repulsion for my "tormentor", revulsion for Me!
I am an "outcast" in my own family. I am chastised for being a "narc", a "snitch". I don't care! I will not give up the right for the wrong!
This clever troll remains "honored", loved, admired, looked up to. She laughs at me or pretends to. She sends me "coded" messages, veiled threats, "igger pleeze!".
I know for a fact that I was not her only victim. Somehow she has convinced her other victims that this is something best kept secret. "I'd take 'dat to my grave!"
The truth is I probably would have never told. I would have kept it to myself if she had stopped her abuse. Confident in her "closeted secret abuse" she waxed worse and worse. (Her many, many sick deeds are documented in my mind. ) I lived with her perfect murder for nine years before I finally got the courage to tell.
What happened? I caught her working "roots" on me! She forgot that I did my master's thesis on "Voodoo and Conjure". I know why she sent me those ceramic chickens. Chickens are very prominent in "hoodoo", play a very significant role.
The truth is I used to be terrified by her "voodoo". I grew up watching her. I saw it with my own eyes. She can do some things! Well, she could do some things. GOD let her "act the fool". GOD tore the "pillows" from her arms. She is now rendered weak, tired and "powerless".
Why would anyone rely on, depend on, seek or solicit power from the "evil one" when you can have King Jesus?
The beauty of my story, as foul as it is, as foul as she is, she can still be saved. As long as she has breath in her body she can be saved.
Repentance!? Is it that hard? Is GOD's Truth too hard to embrace?
I am mystified by her ignorance and the ignorance of some of my family members. You can believe in some ignorant superstition, but you can't bend one knee and call on the name of Jesus ?
Have mercy on us all Dear LORD.
Be Richly blessed. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
I am an advocate for children. I "hate" all child abusers with a passion. My deep hatred stems from my personal abuse of course.
I know that GOD anointed and appointed me to expose this hidden misery.
This is a serious problem. It will not go away. Hiding it makes it worse. We must change our culture. We must change our reaction.
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention defines "child maltreatment" as abuse and neglect of a child under the age of 18 by a parent, caregiver, or another person in a custodial role (e.g. clergy, coach, teacher) There are four types of abuse:
- Physical
- Sexual
- Emotional Abuse
- Neglect
( I read that and thought; "Wow! I hit the jackpot1 I suffered from all four.)
According to the CDC disparities exist in terms of gender and "race" for children of abuse. In 2008 African-American children experienced the highest rates of victimization (16.6 per 1,000 children). Followed by American Indian or Alaska Native (13.9 per 1,000 children).
The CDC readily admits that this is very difficult problem. These numbers only reflect cases that were identified. Some one told or some child was hospitalized, treated or in fact murdered.
What about the "silent victims"? I am forced to wonder about people like me. What about the millions that never tell? How many survivors are walking around wounded, destroyed by a selfish mother or father?
I must expose this problem. Our children have no voice, they have no hope. I managed to survive. Should I pretend that I am alright? Should I simply forgive my abuser and forget it ever happened?
That was my intention. I squashed it. I pushed it down. I forgot it. I loved my mother any way and you guessed it. She repaid me with the sickest, vilest betrayal possible.
She is not going to repent. She is not going to change. She is no longer important. She will get her just and honest due one day.
I can not rest knowing that millions of our children suffer needlessly because too many selfish adults are too busy living their fabulous narcissistic lives to care about anyone or anything.
I fully intend to prick the collective conscious of America. I intend to shame America into caring about all of her children. All children, regardless of race,class, status, gender or nationality.
Please don't be like so many smug people I've met on my journey. I am hurt, I am injured. Most people have reacted to my story with repulsion, revulsion. Not repulsion for my "tormentor", revulsion for Me!
I am an "outcast" in my own family. I am chastised for being a "narc", a "snitch". I don't care! I will not give up the right for the wrong!
This clever troll remains "honored", loved, admired, looked up to. She laughs at me or pretends to. She sends me "coded" messages, veiled threats, "igger pleeze!".
I know for a fact that I was not her only victim. Somehow she has convinced her other victims that this is something best kept secret. "I'd take 'dat to my grave!"
The truth is I probably would have never told. I would have kept it to myself if she had stopped her abuse. Confident in her "closeted secret abuse" she waxed worse and worse. (Her many, many sick deeds are documented in my mind. ) I lived with her perfect murder for nine years before I finally got the courage to tell.
What happened? I caught her working "roots" on me! She forgot that I did my master's thesis on "Voodoo and Conjure". I know why she sent me those ceramic chickens. Chickens are very prominent in "hoodoo", play a very significant role.
The truth is I used to be terrified by her "voodoo". I grew up watching her. I saw it with my own eyes. She can do some things! Well, she could do some things. GOD let her "act the fool". GOD tore the "pillows" from her arms. She is now rendered weak, tired and "powerless".
Why would anyone rely on, depend on, seek or solicit power from the "evil one" when you can have King Jesus?
The beauty of my story, as foul as it is, as foul as she is, she can still be saved. As long as she has breath in her body she can be saved.
Repentance!? Is it that hard? Is GOD's Truth too hard to embrace?
I am mystified by her ignorance and the ignorance of some of my family members. You can believe in some ignorant superstition, but you can't bend one knee and call on the name of Jesus ?
Have mercy on us all Dear LORD.
Be Richly blessed. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Friday, January 27, 2012
Make sure you get this...
make sure you know this! Everyone is not as dumb as you think. There are a lot of people with "a lot of sense". Earning or obtaining a college degree certainly does not guarantee you will have "common sense".
First of all the term "common sense" is a misnomer. It's a misnomer because "common sense" is not common at all. My life has taught me that it is very rare.
I write every day. It is a compulsion, some form of o.c.d. Yes, I am affected. Life dealt me the "Joker". Perhaps I can qualify for some type of mental disability. Fortunately or unfortunately I managed to retire successfully from "teaching". Thirty years of doing what I wanted. Teaching, molding, nurturing, instilling something good. That was my intention, anyway. I am not perfect. I loved teaching and I always did the best I knew how.
I love children. I am their advocate. Our children are being wronged in our public schools. Well, let me rephrase that. The children that I taught, the children in the school system I retired from are being wronged.
Too many parents are so easily led by the media that they miss the point of an education. The poor teacher is blamed for all of society's ills. Teachers are blamed for "No Child left behind".
No one speaks up for or protects the "teacher". Test scores are falling! "Those damn poorly educated lazy teachers!" ; becomes the immediate mindset.
No one bothers to mention why "Johnny can't read". Johnny or Johnny Mae has been up all night secretly watching cable or pulling up porn sights on the Internet. Little Lakeysia and Patron, Mary Jane, Beth or whom ever it is; is not interested in learning a damn thing. Dumb as we think they are, they already know life sucks and who really cares anyway?
We are phony, hiring a "spokesperson", a PR team to put up a front to pretend that we are doing what we all know we are in fact not doing.
"We love the children", right? Where is the hot water? Where is the soap? Where is the toilet paper? Do you think we can find a clean bathroom?
So we blame the kids. "The luddle b******* throw the toilet paper in the toilet!....'they" are just too nasty, we can't keep up!"
Lets go to lunch. What are we having? "Beef nuggets!" What the blank is a "beef nugget"? Go to Kroger and find some dry, hard as a rock, greasy, cold "beef nuggets". "Well, dey eatin' free!...what dey expect?"
Lets travel down to the library, you know the one with very unfriendly hours and an extremely hostile staff. The term child or student friendly is forbidden. Can a student drop in before school? No! What about after school? The libraries in most schools are harder to get in than Fort Knox! Not only do the students have to have a formal written pass (reminds you of "slave passes" doesn't it? ) and an ID card! (reminds you of apartheid in South Africa ) Once the poor child has been scrutinized by the school's TSA (Terrorists Sanctioned by Authority) the bell rings and we blame the kid for failure to complete his or her homework.
Don't believe me. Check out the counseling center. Most students in "Duh Igga" county think an "elective" is something the counselor picks for you.
Is there any pimping going on? You mean soft drink machines, unhealthy snacks, honey buns, candy bars? Do you think the world of Coca-Cola is in bed with the public schools? "Surely you jest!"
How do we handle this problem? Children are losing, showing up in colleges woefully unprepared. Blame the teacher! Blame that heifer! "Those that can do, those that can't TEACH!" Make sure that is always your attitude. Make sure you pretend to be a concerned parent. Require her to have conferences at ungodly hours like 7a.m. (No one told her to live way out there in the sticks.)
Demand access to the teacher's roll book. Make sure that she can successfully manage being a teacher, minister, nurse, entertainer, story teller, comedienne, mind reader, mild, meek, easily intimidated butt kisser so that the parents know that you are in control of your school; Mr. or Miss Principal-I-got-my-job-doing jobs-wink-wink.
Forget this is a school and we are educators. Some drunken former superintendent said that we should service our "clients" like a department store. So, we did, "customer service" became the watch word.
The poor teacher rushes to school, fighting Atlanta traffic. She gets there early for cafeteria duty, bus duty or hall duty. She is not allowed to sit for the 30 to 45 minutes that she is serving. (We don't like the way it looks. Why the idea of you grading papers while high school kids act like kids is preposterous! Why you should grade those papers at home! neglect your own kids! Call parents! E-mail parents. You are nothing but a teacher but you have to be on call like a doctor for far less money, too.)
If she is smart enough to get a "profile" from her doctor she is considered a "smart Alec". She is not a team player. Let's ostracize her. Destroy her reputation, label her a trouble maker, a rabble rouser, a "Union Rep"! oh my!
Why can't the principal or one of the six assistant principals handle those situations? Situations? Yes, parents that have to drop their children off hours before school starts. Why? They don't live in the district!
Why do "they" live in upscale neighborhoods that are "unfriendly" to their "wayward children" then turn around and put their "little darlings" in a "darker" neighborhood school?
Put your child where you can run the system, the school, the teachers. Send your child to school to get good grades. Learn? We are not trying to learn. We are not trying to read those boring books. We are just trying to get over. Teach your child how to get over on the "system". Teach them to be mealy mouthed whiners. Dress them in the best, "dress to impress". Teach them that they are entitled. Please never mention the word consequences or responsibility, and manners. (Manners! some ignorant "southern" form of mind control.)
Make sure you understand me. Hear me and hear me well. "As a man thinketh in his heart so is he."
"We can't fix the bottom until we fix the top. We have to clean up the fountain head."
I'm praying for "leadership". I am praying for GOD's guidance.
Be richly blessed.
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
First of all the term "common sense" is a misnomer. It's a misnomer because "common sense" is not common at all. My life has taught me that it is very rare.
I write every day. It is a compulsion, some form of o.c.d. Yes, I am affected. Life dealt me the "Joker". Perhaps I can qualify for some type of mental disability. Fortunately or unfortunately I managed to retire successfully from "teaching". Thirty years of doing what I wanted. Teaching, molding, nurturing, instilling something good. That was my intention, anyway. I am not perfect. I loved teaching and I always did the best I knew how.
I love children. I am their advocate. Our children are being wronged in our public schools. Well, let me rephrase that. The children that I taught, the children in the school system I retired from are being wronged.
Too many parents are so easily led by the media that they miss the point of an education. The poor teacher is blamed for all of society's ills. Teachers are blamed for "No Child left behind".
No one speaks up for or protects the "teacher". Test scores are falling! "Those damn poorly educated lazy teachers!" ; becomes the immediate mindset.
No one bothers to mention why "Johnny can't read". Johnny or Johnny Mae has been up all night secretly watching cable or pulling up porn sights on the Internet. Little Lakeysia and Patron, Mary Jane, Beth or whom ever it is; is not interested in learning a damn thing. Dumb as we think they are, they already know life sucks and who really cares anyway?
We are phony, hiring a "spokesperson", a PR team to put up a front to pretend that we are doing what we all know we are in fact not doing.
"We love the children", right? Where is the hot water? Where is the soap? Where is the toilet paper? Do you think we can find a clean bathroom?
So we blame the kids. "The luddle b******* throw the toilet paper in the toilet!....'they" are just too nasty, we can't keep up!"
Lets go to lunch. What are we having? "Beef nuggets!" What the blank is a "beef nugget"? Go to Kroger and find some dry, hard as a rock, greasy, cold "beef nuggets". "Well, dey eatin' free!...what dey expect?"
Lets travel down to the library, you know the one with very unfriendly hours and an extremely hostile staff. The term child or student friendly is forbidden. Can a student drop in before school? No! What about after school? The libraries in most schools are harder to get in than Fort Knox! Not only do the students have to have a formal written pass (reminds you of "slave passes" doesn't it? ) and an ID card! (reminds you of apartheid in South Africa ) Once the poor child has been scrutinized by the school's TSA (Terrorists Sanctioned by Authority) the bell rings and we blame the kid for failure to complete his or her homework.
Don't believe me. Check out the counseling center. Most students in "Duh Igga" county think an "elective" is something the counselor picks for you.
Is there any pimping going on? You mean soft drink machines, unhealthy snacks, honey buns, candy bars? Do you think the world of Coca-Cola is in bed with the public schools? "Surely you jest!"
How do we handle this problem? Children are losing, showing up in colleges woefully unprepared. Blame the teacher! Blame that heifer! "Those that can do, those that can't TEACH!" Make sure that is always your attitude. Make sure you pretend to be a concerned parent. Require her to have conferences at ungodly hours like 7a.m. (No one told her to live way out there in the sticks.)
Demand access to the teacher's roll book. Make sure that she can successfully manage being a teacher, minister, nurse, entertainer, story teller, comedienne, mind reader, mild, meek, easily intimidated butt kisser so that the parents know that you are in control of your school; Mr. or Miss Principal-I-got-my-job-doing jobs-wink-wink.
Forget this is a school and we are educators. Some drunken former superintendent said that we should service our "clients" like a department store. So, we did, "customer service" became the watch word.
The poor teacher rushes to school, fighting Atlanta traffic. She gets there early for cafeteria duty, bus duty or hall duty. She is not allowed to sit for the 30 to 45 minutes that she is serving. (We don't like the way it looks. Why the idea of you grading papers while high school kids act like kids is preposterous! Why you should grade those papers at home! neglect your own kids! Call parents! E-mail parents. You are nothing but a teacher but you have to be on call like a doctor for far less money, too.)
If she is smart enough to get a "profile" from her doctor she is considered a "smart Alec". She is not a team player. Let's ostracize her. Destroy her reputation, label her a trouble maker, a rabble rouser, a "Union Rep"! oh my!
Why can't the principal or one of the six assistant principals handle those situations? Situations? Yes, parents that have to drop their children off hours before school starts. Why? They don't live in the district!
Why do "they" live in upscale neighborhoods that are "unfriendly" to their "wayward children" then turn around and put their "little darlings" in a "darker" neighborhood school?
Put your child where you can run the system, the school, the teachers. Send your child to school to get good grades. Learn? We are not trying to learn. We are not trying to read those boring books. We are just trying to get over. Teach your child how to get over on the "system". Teach them to be mealy mouthed whiners. Dress them in the best, "dress to impress". Teach them that they are entitled. Please never mention the word consequences or responsibility, and manners. (Manners! some ignorant "southern" form of mind control.)
Make sure you understand me. Hear me and hear me well. "As a man thinketh in his heart so is he."
"We can't fix the bottom until we fix the top. We have to clean up the fountain head."
I'm praying for "leadership". I am praying for GOD's guidance.
Be richly blessed.
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Don't overlook the good news
Yes, you came in this world alone and you will leave here alone. Lets face it, most people are not going to like you. Most people you meet are going to be phony and pretentious. Don't hate them, they are just being human.
You are going to have to shut your mouth and suffer more than you care to. Life is a struggle. From the moment of conception you struggle to exist, to survive. The will to survive and to thrive is generally strong. No matter what there is something inside you that tells you to keep pressing on.
Do know that while you are being crushed, while you are being crucified, GOD is purging you. Breaking you down to build you up. Allow your crisis to build your character. Trust GOD. Don't lie, don't frustrate, don't try to intimidate.
Quit being a pain. Handle your own business, your own problems. Do know that people will get tried of you. People will eventually see through you.
In the mean time look for the Good News.
Fact #1 - GOD loves you.
Fact #2 - GOD wants you to " love ye one another as I have loved you!"
Fact #3 - You must repent, confess your sins.
Fact #4 - GOD wants you to claim your inheritance. Know your place. Know where you came from and where you are going. Don't let anyone define you. Make sure you define yourself! Pursue Your dreams, Your desires. Don't expect to be accepted, understood, honored or loved in your life time. Do GOD's will anyway!
Do not let the "evil one" convince you to walk away from your royal lineage. Make sure you know that most people do not want you to have GOD's best. They don't want you to have anything. Most people need a scape goat, something or someone to blame. Weak delusional "unsaved", "unwashed" people need to look down on what they perceive to be their underlings. They need something to walk on, wipe their filthy feet on. Your devastated condition makes them feel good, slightly, for a moment. That sick rush is too fleeting, much too short lived, so they have to do it again, over and over. That "evil one" will pretend to find joy as "it" laughs at you and about you to people "it" secretly hates just as much.
Do know that it doesn't matter what they do because GOD is going to bring you out.
Learn to listen. Pray for discernment. Pay attention. Don't you ever forget that there is Power in that name. Review Acts 1:8 today.
Be richly blessed. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness
You are going to have to shut your mouth and suffer more than you care to. Life is a struggle. From the moment of conception you struggle to exist, to survive. The will to survive and to thrive is generally strong. No matter what there is something inside you that tells you to keep pressing on.
Do know that while you are being crushed, while you are being crucified, GOD is purging you. Breaking you down to build you up. Allow your crisis to build your character. Trust GOD. Don't lie, don't frustrate, don't try to intimidate.
Quit being a pain. Handle your own business, your own problems. Do know that people will get tried of you. People will eventually see through you.
In the mean time look for the Good News.
Fact #1 - GOD loves you.
Fact #2 - GOD wants you to " love ye one another as I have loved you!"
Fact #3 - You must repent, confess your sins.
Fact #4 - GOD wants you to claim your inheritance. Know your place. Know where you came from and where you are going. Don't let anyone define you. Make sure you define yourself! Pursue Your dreams, Your desires. Don't expect to be accepted, understood, honored or loved in your life time. Do GOD's will anyway!
Do not let the "evil one" convince you to walk away from your royal lineage. Make sure you know that most people do not want you to have GOD's best. They don't want you to have anything. Most people need a scape goat, something or someone to blame. Weak delusional "unsaved", "unwashed" people need to look down on what they perceive to be their underlings. They need something to walk on, wipe their filthy feet on. Your devastated condition makes them feel good, slightly, for a moment. That sick rush is too fleeting, much too short lived, so they have to do it again, over and over. That "evil one" will pretend to find joy as "it" laughs at you and about you to people "it" secretly hates just as much.
Do know that it doesn't matter what they do because GOD is going to bring you out.
Learn to listen. Pray for discernment. Pay attention. Don't you ever forget that there is Power in that name. Review Acts 1:8 today.
Be richly blessed. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness
Thursday, January 26, 2012
You are just stalling
Yea, you are just stalling, waiting on the grim reaper.
You happy, huh?
Still puffed up with pride, just as ignorant as the day you drew your first breath.
There is stubborn and there is stupid. You are stupid. Just as stupid as your blatant cruelty,slimy greed and foul lust are astronomical. As much as I would like to feel sorry for you (as I used to) I must remind you of "free will". Not free bludgeon, attack, destroy any and everyone that tries to suggest that you are not indeed perfect.
I does hurt me to tell you this but since this is my blog, my process for healing I am going to go ahead and tell you what I'm really thinking.
Your "commoness", that is your perverted nature is so embarrassing I cry everyday. Is that why granddaddy cried?
When you murdered your father why didn't you kill yourself? Why didn't you do the decent thing; a murder-suicide?
Did you think destroying your father's good name would magically elevate your status? No! You murdered him for the fun of it. He was nothing to you. No one has ever been anything to you but a tool.
You claim that's smart. You made the decision to become something so low and reprehensible that the full depth of your low character can not be conceived.
You will not ruin my reputation along with yours! I will not drown in your storm.
You are a vile, rude, crude, demonic, manipulative slut! You walk in a room and suck all of the joy out of it. You claim your inability to recognize boundaries is not your fault. Rubbish. You are exactly what you want to be. Why? I have no idea. I remain clueless.
You remain unrepentant, defiant in your debauchery.
My truth; "My mother is an ignorant cunt." Sure, somewhere deep inside I always played that pretend game with you.
When you see things you shouldn't see, turn your head, play dumb. Watch this sick sociopath everyday, watch and wonder, watch and scratch your head. Lie and deny right along with the crazy bitch.
I am still wondering, what did you get bitch? Eighty-six years of perversion, lying and pretending...and for what? You successfully destroyed all of your children on the "sly". What did you prove? That you were the smartest? "He may have a medical degree but he a fool!"
While you are lying that lie, why don't you tell the rest of the lie. Why don't you tell the truth about what you did to him. Can you dare tell all of that? Will you dare tell about all of the torture and abuse? Can you even tell why you did it, other than it just crossed your mind one day?
I know why you did it. You did it because you are as" common as bat shit", just like everyone always said. Pretty can't cover for "common". There is no man or woman on this earth that will put up with a common CRUEL woman!
Seems your whole life has been stuck in a rut. You murdered that puppy . Smashed it's guts out between two bricks. You are caught in a loop you stupid bitch. Entice, snare, then bludgeon. What a life! And then you have the damn "psychotic" nerve to demand to be loved. "F" you! 'ho!
Get away from me! Don't you write, don't you call! No, you ain't got to die, but you got to get the "f" away from me!
I do thank GOD for you. Without you interfering in my life I may have missed Christ. GOD knew what I needed and had to go through in order that I might know Christ.
You represent a "season of sorrow" in my life. That season is over now. I can move on. I am moving! Don't push me ! bitch! But, I certainly don't intend to move on without fully exposing you. No, the world needs to know about you.
You need to know about you. Comfortable in your "denial" you still want to pretend that you should be designated "mother of year".
Well you keep hedging, keep stalling. Hoping you can wake up dead and all of this shit will be over, finally. No, I know, you ain't "confessin' ta'shit!" Don't, you are still an abomination. Stay your course stupid. You've been wrong, a royal fool, for eighty-six years, why change now?
Lie, die, then rot.
Poor Mathy Jane. Nobody ever understood her. Everyone was crazy and jealous of her. Everyone made her life miserable. She was a good mother. She had six living children and at least she changed their diapers. She is satisfied that she did the best she could. Why can't you leave it alone? Why can't you forget it? Why you always living in the past, "talkin' 'bout some old shit"?
"Don't nobody care!" "Ain't nobody 'gon believe ya'!" "You crazy as hell muthaf*****!" " I don't lie to GAWD! What I'm 'gon to lie to yo black ass fa'?" "Don't no blackass woman lak no yalla woman!"
"How's my baby? Come gi yo' mama sum suga!" "She yalla lak yo mama?"
"Blue gum niggas poison-nus! look at'hur! She got blue gums...see I tole'cha dat nigga posion-nus!"
THE END
Let's get on with the business of healing our nation, our world. If you can, if you can find it in your heart to do anything to help ease the pain that millions upon millions of people suffer needlessly, please join me in this fight.
As much as I would like to believe my story is rare, I know it's not. GOD gave me the courage to tell my story because I asked him for it.
Time to man up. Stay in His WORD. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love,Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
You happy, huh?
Still puffed up with pride, just as ignorant as the day you drew your first breath.
There is stubborn and there is stupid. You are stupid. Just as stupid as your blatant cruelty,slimy greed and foul lust are astronomical. As much as I would like to feel sorry for you (as I used to) I must remind you of "free will". Not free bludgeon, attack, destroy any and everyone that tries to suggest that you are not indeed perfect.
I does hurt me to tell you this but since this is my blog, my process for healing I am going to go ahead and tell you what I'm really thinking.
Your "commoness", that is your perverted nature is so embarrassing I cry everyday. Is that why granddaddy cried?
When you murdered your father why didn't you kill yourself? Why didn't you do the decent thing; a murder-suicide?
Did you think destroying your father's good name would magically elevate your status? No! You murdered him for the fun of it. He was nothing to you. No one has ever been anything to you but a tool.
You claim that's smart. You made the decision to become something so low and reprehensible that the full depth of your low character can not be conceived.
You will not ruin my reputation along with yours! I will not drown in your storm.
You are a vile, rude, crude, demonic, manipulative slut! You walk in a room and suck all of the joy out of it. You claim your inability to recognize boundaries is not your fault. Rubbish. You are exactly what you want to be. Why? I have no idea. I remain clueless.
You remain unrepentant, defiant in your debauchery.
My truth; "My mother is an ignorant cunt." Sure, somewhere deep inside I always played that pretend game with you.
When you see things you shouldn't see, turn your head, play dumb. Watch this sick sociopath everyday, watch and wonder, watch and scratch your head. Lie and deny right along with the crazy bitch.
I am still wondering, what did you get bitch? Eighty-six years of perversion, lying and pretending...and for what? You successfully destroyed all of your children on the "sly". What did you prove? That you were the smartest? "He may have a medical degree but he a fool!"
While you are lying that lie, why don't you tell the rest of the lie. Why don't you tell the truth about what you did to him. Can you dare tell all of that? Will you dare tell about all of the torture and abuse? Can you even tell why you did it, other than it just crossed your mind one day?
I know why you did it. You did it because you are as" common as bat shit", just like everyone always said. Pretty can't cover for "common". There is no man or woman on this earth that will put up with a common CRUEL woman!
Seems your whole life has been stuck in a rut. You murdered that puppy . Smashed it's guts out between two bricks. You are caught in a loop you stupid bitch. Entice, snare, then bludgeon. What a life! And then you have the damn "psychotic" nerve to demand to be loved. "F" you! 'ho!
Get away from me! Don't you write, don't you call! No, you ain't got to die, but you got to get the "f" away from me!
I do thank GOD for you. Without you interfering in my life I may have missed Christ. GOD knew what I needed and had to go through in order that I might know Christ.
You represent a "season of sorrow" in my life. That season is over now. I can move on. I am moving! Don't push me ! bitch! But, I certainly don't intend to move on without fully exposing you. No, the world needs to know about you.
You need to know about you. Comfortable in your "denial" you still want to pretend that you should be designated "mother of year".
Well you keep hedging, keep stalling. Hoping you can wake up dead and all of this shit will be over, finally. No, I know, you ain't "confessin' ta'shit!" Don't, you are still an abomination. Stay your course stupid. You've been wrong, a royal fool, for eighty-six years, why change now?
Lie, die, then rot.
Poor Mathy Jane. Nobody ever understood her. Everyone was crazy and jealous of her. Everyone made her life miserable. She was a good mother. She had six living children and at least she changed their diapers. She is satisfied that she did the best she could. Why can't you leave it alone? Why can't you forget it? Why you always living in the past, "talkin' 'bout some old shit"?
"Don't nobody care!" "Ain't nobody 'gon believe ya'!" "You crazy as hell muthaf*****!" " I don't lie to GAWD! What I'm 'gon to lie to yo black ass fa'?" "Don't no blackass woman lak no yalla woman!"
"How's my baby? Come gi yo' mama sum suga!" "She yalla lak yo mama?"
"Blue gum niggas poison-nus! look at'hur! She got blue gums...see I tole'cha dat nigga posion-nus!"
THE END
Let's get on with the business of healing our nation, our world. If you can, if you can find it in your heart to do anything to help ease the pain that millions upon millions of people suffer needlessly, please join me in this fight.
As much as I would like to believe my story is rare, I know it's not. GOD gave me the courage to tell my story because I asked him for it.
Time to man up. Stay in His WORD. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love,Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Have you ever been bulls***ed?
No, bulls***ed for real? Has anyone ever made a total fool out of you? I mean just deliberately lied to you, fooled you for years. Have you ever had a "mother" that laughed with you about the scams she pulled on other people, on her long line of men? Have you ever known a woman that was a gifted con-artist?
Have you ever stood back and watched your "mother's" unbridled cruelty? Strange acts that seemly came from no where for no reason?
What did you do? Did you try to help her, to love her? Did you search psychology books and the scripture trying to understand her?
Are you a dummy? You saw her do it to everybody else. Why didn't you have sense enough to know that she was doing it to you?
Do not spend another second worrying about it. Trust GOD! Do know that it is All in Divine Order.
Attention all readers and supporters of my blog!
Hear me and hear me well! GOD's "Divine Order" was set in place before any of us were ever thought about. That book, the Bible, "hang all the laws and the prophets!" No vile demon, no evil spirit, no ignorant "coon" is ever going to keep me from GOD's best.
It was pre-ordained! pre-destined! You can't change it!
I am ashamed to know you. I am ashamed that you fell prey to such rubbish. But, you did! You can't deny it. How did you expect to have dumb children? You, a brilliant woman should never expect to have dumb children. Terrorized children, yes. Of course you are vicious. You have to be a vicious cruel animal to keep your intelligent brood in check.
I know what the WORD says. Your scorning, ridiculing, reviling and rebuking me will not shut my mouth. Pretending to suddenly hate me. Pretending that I wronged you in some way. Promoting hatred for me will not shut my mouth.
You repulsive vile creature! You are exactly where you should be. You evil cowardly slut! May you rot in hell for eternity.
Cold busted and you won't give up. Caught red handed you refuse to repent. Don't repent igger. Remain the rank reprobate you have always been. Remain the two-faced backstabber that everyone knows.
You disgust me. I want no parts of. I wish I could erase you from my memory. Go out a worst terror than you ever were in your very long life.
Nothing has ever been your fault. You and you alone have the right to lie to, lie on, lie about, anyone you so desire. You are perfect! You can judge people and spew foul filthy curses on them and they better take it.
No one is to ever raise a question against you!
You are a tare. Re-read the book of Matthew! You are an exhausting demon! I know GOD left you here for a reason. I am glad He revealed you to me.
Go peddle your filth somewhere else. To God be the Glory. Nothing has changed; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
P.S. keep reading the book of Acts
It was pre-ordained! pre-destined! You can't change it!
I am ashamed to know you. I am ashamed that you fell prey to such rubbish. But, you did! You can't deny it. How did you expect to have dumb children? You, a brilliant woman should never expect to have dumb children. Terrorized children, yes. Of course you are vicious. You have to be a vicious cruel animal to keep your intelligent brood in check.
I know what the WORD says. Your scorning, ridiculing, reviling and rebuking me will not shut my mouth. Pretending to suddenly hate me. Pretending that I wronged you in some way. Promoting hatred for me will not shut my mouth.
You repulsive vile creature! You are exactly where you should be. You evil cowardly slut! May you rot in hell for eternity.
Cold busted and you won't give up. Caught red handed you refuse to repent. Don't repent igger. Remain the rank reprobate you have always been. Remain the two-faced backstabber that everyone knows.
You disgust me. I want no parts of. I wish I could erase you from my memory. Go out a worst terror than you ever were in your very long life.
Nothing has ever been your fault. You and you alone have the right to lie to, lie on, lie about, anyone you so desire. You are perfect! You can judge people and spew foul filthy curses on them and they better take it.
No one is to ever raise a question against you!
You are a tare. Re-read the book of Matthew! You are an exhausting demon! I know GOD left you here for a reason. I am glad He revealed you to me.
Go peddle your filth somewhere else. To God be the Glory. Nothing has changed; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
P.S. keep reading the book of Acts
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
What shocked you most?
...about her betrayal?
She was the opposite. I mean she said the exact opposite of what she meant or was thinking. I know now. I put it together, now. I understand, now! It is crystal clear ,now.
She declared how much she loved me to everyone around, any one that would bother to listen, but her actions always betrayed her.
Like what? Like what? Like no baby pictures. How are you going to fail to take pictures of this baby you claim to love so much? A baby you claim is so beautiful? There is a serious lack of evidence your honor. How is any real mother going to orchestrate and participate in the sexual abuse of her own children? Then turn around and instill so much fear in them that she feels comfortable in her debauchery? Proud! Not a shred or remorse. Walking around stuck up, snooty, looking down on people, always talking about people. Picking at people, calling every person of color black and ugly. Trying to solicit praise and honor for her color. Something she had nothing to do with. Trying to elevate an accident of birth to some "blessed" status. Walking around bothered, irritated , scaring the "be-Jesus" out of people so you won't have to hear about or face your "sickness" You are sick of me talking about you, ain't you? (No! not "aren't" you, I am on your level today) You never thought I thought I was better than you. You are smart! Why didn't you use that brain for GOD? for the uplifting of GOD's Kingdom?
"Ah can't change de pass!"; all indignant and cross! Still trying to intimidate. Still that savage bully.
No, there is definitely something wrong with you. And it is more than a screw loose. It is more than being simply misguided. You always tried to pawn yourself off as a helpless sinner. You are far far worse than any ordinary fallen sinner. You are that woman in Ezekiel 13. You are some kind of "witch", demonic soothsayer. But, you ain't got no power! Well, you ain't got none no more!
You never had any! GOD used you! You thought you were using GOD and GOD was using you! "Good-GOD-Almighty!" What an awesome GOD I serve!
He said He will make your enemy your footstool and He will. GOD is going to save his children. I am not giving up the right for the wrong, for you. Why should I save your reputation? You never did!
She was the opposite. I mean she said the exact opposite of what she meant or was thinking. I know now. I put it together, now. I understand, now! It is crystal clear ,now.
She declared how much she loved me to everyone around, any one that would bother to listen, but her actions always betrayed her.
Like what? Like what? Like no baby pictures. How are you going to fail to take pictures of this baby you claim to love so much? A baby you claim is so beautiful? There is a serious lack of evidence your honor. How is any real mother going to orchestrate and participate in the sexual abuse of her own children? Then turn around and instill so much fear in them that she feels comfortable in her debauchery? Proud! Not a shred or remorse. Walking around stuck up, snooty, looking down on people, always talking about people. Picking at people, calling every person of color black and ugly. Trying to solicit praise and honor for her color. Something she had nothing to do with. Trying to elevate an accident of birth to some "blessed" status. Walking around bothered, irritated , scaring the "be-Jesus" out of people so you won't have to hear about or face your "sickness" You are sick of me talking about you, ain't you? (No! not "aren't" you, I am on your level today) You never thought I thought I was better than you. You are smart! Why didn't you use that brain for GOD? for the uplifting of GOD's Kingdom?
"Ah can't change de pass!"; all indignant and cross! Still trying to intimidate. Still that savage bully.
No, there is definitely something wrong with you. And it is more than a screw loose. It is more than being simply misguided. You always tried to pawn yourself off as a helpless sinner. You are far far worse than any ordinary fallen sinner. You are that woman in Ezekiel 13. You are some kind of "witch", demonic soothsayer. But, you ain't got no power! Well, you ain't got none no more!
You never had any! GOD used you! You thought you were using GOD and GOD was using you! "Good-GOD-Almighty!" What an awesome GOD I serve!
He said He will make your enemy your footstool and He will. GOD is going to save his children. I am not giving up the right for the wrong, for you. Why should I save your reputation? You never did!
You don't control me!
You can't even control yourself, how are you going to control me?
You mad, huh? You fuming, huh? Feeling betrayed I reckon. Welcome to the club.
You sure got a lot of nerve pretending to be all wounded and forlorn. Calling here crying! Pretending to be distraught because I called the police on you. They told me that they really couldn't do anything, that you would have to confess.
For some reason you thought that I did it anonymously. Secretive, clandestine or covert is not my style. That's your m.o. (modus operindi).
You don't need to be sneaky when you are telling the truth. You don't have to have a good memory either.
Just who do you think you are? You have no power! You have a lot of guile and treachery. You are totally dishonest and low-life. You are nothing but an ungrateful, selfish, spiteful, whorish, lying imp!
Hey! I didn't make you. You look in the mirror. You have been you for over 86 years! You know you. You know that you can't be trusted.
Back to your murdering my granddaddy. You can't do what you always did. You always did despicable things so foul that no one wanted to recognize them, remember them. You did things best not talked about.
I never could understand that about you. I could never square that in my head. How you could be a pioneer whore, a world class freak and sit up in church every Sunday.
Did you think "church going" cleaned you up, appeased GOD?
Why are you such a jealous woman? You're (were) pretty, you're smart, you're gifted and talented. How did you think you could keep me away from GOD's best? Why did you want to?
You deliberately led your entire family into captivity and you know it. You laugh, you think it is funny. You lost, dummy!
If ***** had become the great musician that he wanted to be, he would have blessed you. You know that . But, his total and utter destruction (on the sly) was more important to you. Why? He is still a bastard. He is still an "outside" child that you laid on your husband.
"All caught in yo net is yearn!"; we laughed. Why did you curse him out when he asked about his father? Why did you curse me for telling him? I didn't have anything to do with your "whorishness", Miss "Sitting on a Gold Mine".
Be hot or cold. "Either you is a 'ho or you ain't!" You can't be a 'ho on the sly, fool! Your solution to beat, stab, lie on, destroy any and everyone that knew or called you a 'ho was not the best solution.
Trying to make all the women you know "'ho(s)" is your answer. You can't do that and call yourself a "preacher". And you can't cuss out people for criticizing your crooked wobbly walk with GOD.
I still say that you are not nearly as crazy as you pretend to be. You are too good. Your foul deeds have been too successful for you to be the fool you pretend to be.
P.T. Barnum said that a sucker is born every minute. You sure proved it. I wonder if P.T. willingly, voluntarily enslaved his whole family just so he could be the "top of the bottom"?
We are coming in Hot!Hot! Hot! Coming with fire and brimstone! Coming with GOD's Holy Ghost Truth!
Be richly blessed. Stay in His WORD. (lets do Acts chapter 1 today). Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
You mad, huh? You fuming, huh? Feeling betrayed I reckon. Welcome to the club.
You sure got a lot of nerve pretending to be all wounded and forlorn. Calling here crying! Pretending to be distraught because I called the police on you. They told me that they really couldn't do anything, that you would have to confess.
For some reason you thought that I did it anonymously. Secretive, clandestine or covert is not my style. That's your m.o. (modus operindi).
You don't need to be sneaky when you are telling the truth. You don't have to have a good memory either.
Just who do you think you are? You have no power! You have a lot of guile and treachery. You are totally dishonest and low-life. You are nothing but an ungrateful, selfish, spiteful, whorish, lying imp!
Hey! I didn't make you. You look in the mirror. You have been you for over 86 years! You know you. You know that you can't be trusted.
Back to your murdering my granddaddy. You can't do what you always did. You always did despicable things so foul that no one wanted to recognize them, remember them. You did things best not talked about.
I never could understand that about you. I could never square that in my head. How you could be a pioneer whore, a world class freak and sit up in church every Sunday.
Did you think "church going" cleaned you up, appeased GOD?
Why are you such a jealous woman? You're (were) pretty, you're smart, you're gifted and talented. How did you think you could keep me away from GOD's best? Why did you want to?
You deliberately led your entire family into captivity and you know it. You laugh, you think it is funny. You lost, dummy!
If ***** had become the great musician that he wanted to be, he would have blessed you. You know that . But, his total and utter destruction (on the sly) was more important to you. Why? He is still a bastard. He is still an "outside" child that you laid on your husband.
"All caught in yo net is yearn!"; we laughed. Why did you curse him out when he asked about his father? Why did you curse me for telling him? I didn't have anything to do with your "whorishness", Miss "Sitting on a Gold Mine".
Be hot or cold. "Either you is a 'ho or you ain't!" You can't be a 'ho on the sly, fool! Your solution to beat, stab, lie on, destroy any and everyone that knew or called you a 'ho was not the best solution.
Trying to make all the women you know "'ho(s)" is your answer. You can't do that and call yourself a "preacher". And you can't cuss out people for criticizing your crooked wobbly walk with GOD.
I still say that you are not nearly as crazy as you pretend to be. You are too good. Your foul deeds have been too successful for you to be the fool you pretend to be.
P.T. Barnum said that a sucker is born every minute. You sure proved it. I wonder if P.T. willingly, voluntarily enslaved his whole family just so he could be the "top of the bottom"?
We are coming in Hot!Hot! Hot! Coming with fire and brimstone! Coming with GOD's Holy Ghost Truth!
Be richly blessed. Stay in His WORD. (lets do Acts chapter 1 today). Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
What if?
What if you wake up one morning and realize that you have been duped, robbed, set up, had, maligned , terrorized, used as a toilet, by your own MOTHER?
You will lose your mind. You will scream in anguish. You will hate the bitch. You will plot revenge.
But if you fall down on your knees, if you pray, if you thank GOD for righting every wrong, if you thank GOD for preventing her for doing her worse, you will be alright. You will walk in victory. You will glory in GOD's triumph.
If you seek GOD's guidance you will realize that GOD permitted her sick, demonic, devious cruelty to purge you. GOD had to purge me of her mentality. GOD had to purge me of all the ignorance she inculcated. I had to see for myself. For a long time I was very angry that no one told me. People could not tell me what they did not know themselves.
Let's face it, the woman is a brilliant con-artist, a flim-flammer, an Iceberg Slim, a cold hearted, clever , extremely manipulative covert narcissist . A woman so full of insane pathological jealousy and envy she destroyed herself and her entire family.
It will break your heart to finally recognize this fool. You will cry when you imagine what might have been without her interference, without her "blocking", without her schemes and scams, without her "root working".
Do know that you too will have a "Season of Sorrow". The fact that we are human beings on this earth trying to live, trying to find our place among 7 billion people, dictates, demands that we suffer.
Most people are greedy. Too many people are common and "nasty". Most people lie and few people are real "Christians". Most people are stiffnecked "unbelievers" deluding themselves into thinking that they are "good". If you can't see that you are still filthy, if you can't see your flaws, if you refuse to recognize GOD as the head of your life, you are in trouble.
We are all in trouble and without Christ we are nothing.
I wish Martha no ill will. ( Well I'm working on it. ) I know that she will get exactly what she deserves. GOD bless her. And GOD bless all of her minions and all of those still captivated by this vivacious very entertaining brilliant charlatan.
"Know ye the Truth!...." "I'm so glad I found the LORD Jesus in time."
There is a lesson for the world in my story. #1 - Don't Lie! Stop lying and denying. Stop defending your foul life. If you get angry and "cuss" out all of your critics and admonishers, you are in trouble.
#2 - Never believe that relying on guile and treachery is the answer. Do not defend yourself with the excuse; "This is a dog eat dog world."
#3 - If she taught you that you were sitting on a gold mine, do know it was a ploy, it was a trick. She just wants every woman she knows to be as common as she is. When she slays you she will talk about you. She will get on the phone and smear your name. She will tell your "aunt" how common you are and how you don't have sense enough to get a man or keep a man like she does. Yes, she will keep you from eviction , she will pay for your slashed tires, but she will ruin your character. Every one she knows will have to listen to how she had to help you. We will all have to hear about how dumb and illiterate you are.
If you listen very carefully to her conversation you will hear very little that is positive. You will catch her putting curses on people; "He gon' lose dat house!" over and over until he is homeless.
Misery does love company. Rather than clean herself up and climb up out of that hole, that poor unfortunate ignorant woman would rather destroy this generation and generations to come. That's pride. "Pride goeth before a fall."
My sixty year journey, my "season of sorrow" gives me the right to offer you advice. No, you don't have to take it. You don't have to listen. You don't have to join my blog. You can miss my point and agree with her that I am nothing but a "stanking" snitch and backstabber. You can sit around her table laughing and talking about me for a few of her pennies and heaps of her phony praise. You can believe she has left you thousand s of dollars in her will. You can give up the right for the wrong. You and I know, we all know, indecent is indecent, common is common. "Shun the very presence of evil."
Do what you will or may. I am going to trust GOD. I am going to press on to the mark. I am going to get up everyday thanking GOD for delivering me from evil.
Be richly blessed "family".
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
P.S. I am standing up for my grandfather, my only "mother". I am going to clear and glorify his name!
You will lose your mind. You will scream in anguish. You will hate the bitch. You will plot revenge.
But if you fall down on your knees, if you pray, if you thank GOD for righting every wrong, if you thank GOD for preventing her for doing her worse, you will be alright. You will walk in victory. You will glory in GOD's triumph.
If you seek GOD's guidance you will realize that GOD permitted her sick, demonic, devious cruelty to purge you. GOD had to purge me of her mentality. GOD had to purge me of all the ignorance she inculcated. I had to see for myself. For a long time I was very angry that no one told me. People could not tell me what they did not know themselves.
Let's face it, the woman is a brilliant con-artist, a flim-flammer, an Iceberg Slim, a cold hearted, clever , extremely manipulative covert narcissist . A woman so full of insane pathological jealousy and envy she destroyed herself and her entire family.
It will break your heart to finally recognize this fool. You will cry when you imagine what might have been without her interference, without her "blocking", without her schemes and scams, without her "root working".
Do know that you too will have a "Season of Sorrow". The fact that we are human beings on this earth trying to live, trying to find our place among 7 billion people, dictates, demands that we suffer.
Most people are greedy. Too many people are common and "nasty". Most people lie and few people are real "Christians". Most people are stiffnecked "unbelievers" deluding themselves into thinking that they are "good". If you can't see that you are still filthy, if you can't see your flaws, if you refuse to recognize GOD as the head of your life, you are in trouble.
We are all in trouble and without Christ we are nothing.
I wish Martha no ill will. ( Well I'm working on it. ) I know that she will get exactly what she deserves. GOD bless her. And GOD bless all of her minions and all of those still captivated by this vivacious very entertaining brilliant charlatan.
"Know ye the Truth!...." "I'm so glad I found the LORD Jesus in time."
There is a lesson for the world in my story. #1 - Don't Lie! Stop lying and denying. Stop defending your foul life. If you get angry and "cuss" out all of your critics and admonishers, you are in trouble.
#2 - Never believe that relying on guile and treachery is the answer. Do not defend yourself with the excuse; "This is a dog eat dog world."
#3 - If she taught you that you were sitting on a gold mine, do know it was a ploy, it was a trick. She just wants every woman she knows to be as common as she is. When she slays you she will talk about you. She will get on the phone and smear your name. She will tell your "aunt" how common you are and how you don't have sense enough to get a man or keep a man like she does. Yes, she will keep you from eviction , she will pay for your slashed tires, but she will ruin your character. Every one she knows will have to listen to how she had to help you. We will all have to hear about how dumb and illiterate you are.
If you listen very carefully to her conversation you will hear very little that is positive. You will catch her putting curses on people; "He gon' lose dat house!" over and over until he is homeless.
Misery does love company. Rather than clean herself up and climb up out of that hole, that poor unfortunate ignorant woman would rather destroy this generation and generations to come. That's pride. "Pride goeth before a fall."
My sixty year journey, my "season of sorrow" gives me the right to offer you advice. No, you don't have to take it. You don't have to listen. You don't have to join my blog. You can miss my point and agree with her that I am nothing but a "stanking" snitch and backstabber. You can sit around her table laughing and talking about me for a few of her pennies and heaps of her phony praise. You can believe she has left you thousand s of dollars in her will. You can give up the right for the wrong. You and I know, we all know, indecent is indecent, common is common. "Shun the very presence of evil."
Do what you will or may. I am going to trust GOD. I am going to press on to the mark. I am going to get up everyday thanking GOD for delivering me from evil.
Be richly blessed "family".
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
P.S. I am standing up for my grandfather, my only "mother". I am going to clear and glorify his name!
Saturday, January 21, 2012
"Wait on the LAWD!"
I say waaaaaaa-iiiiiiiiii-tttt on the LAWD! Waaaaaaaaaaa-iiiiiiiiii-tttttttttttttttt oooonnnnnnnn duh LAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDD! (hack) I don't blieve ya' heard me! (hack)
Ah saaaiiiddd wait ooonnnnnnnnnn the LAWD! (hack) He will see yoooooooouuuu throooough! (hack)...can the chuuuurch say AAAAAAAAAAAmen? (hack)
If a precha' can't hack , he can't preach.
That's the kind of church I grew up in. That is my religious experience and to be honest it is my preference. But at some point we must get beyond entertainment and get down to the WORD. We must seek GOD's face and His Wisdom. It is time to quit playing "Chuuuurrrccchhhhhhhhhh!". It is time to have CHURCH.
Our souls are in danger. How can the people hear if they have no preacher? Every man or woman standing in a pulpit is not anointed. Some, far too many are nothing but rank demons leading their blind and deaf sheeplets into captivity.
I am not going down in your ship. I will not wait on your unbelief. I can read and discern the Bible for myself. I can pray for myself.
I can think critically and see clearly. I will not follow some demonic woman into hell because she wears a robe and because some dim-witted just as corrupt cowards gave her a license to "preach".
I am not going to pretend that monster, that monstrosity, that abomination is not what she is because you are too blind, cripple or crazy to acknowledge the TRUTH.
"It is what it is!" The LORD Jesus Christ told me to Shun the very presence of evil and that is what I fully intend to do. I am warning you because that is what GOD laid on my heart to do.
I know most of you won't listen because you are a "stiffnecked people". It is all in Divine Order. This has all been predestined. "The just shall live by faith."
Laugh at me, talk about me, judge me, scorn me, ostracize me. Go ahead, do you. Every where you go your character is showing. Do wrong for money. Don't trust GOD. Be your own god. Supplement your "church going" , "amening", and "praisedeLawding" with a "goofer dust" bag. Be double minded, "out lie a cross tie".
Make sure your are extremely manipulative and cunning. Backstab and betray everyone and turn around and demand to be honored. Bully your way through life. Make sure you are a jealous sociopath. Be the phoniest, lyingest, commonest person you can be. Beat , bludgeon , maim, eviscerate and attempt to destroy any and all that say different. Hate! Just hate! Don't have a reason, just hate.
Get up every morning, look in the mirror and grin. Mentally recount how many lives you destroyed, how many dreams you killed. Grin and laugh, almost skip downstairs to make your coffee. Now get on the phone and check on your minions.
"Hello baby. How's my beautiful dawthur today? I wuz jest thankin' 'bout you." Con all of "the goody" out of them. Now fume, get jealous, envy, hate, now plot.
'She thank she so smart wid hur black ass. She thank she bedder than me cause she got an education. Shit I'm the one that did the 'hoing dat she to good fa'. Shit she wudden' be nuttin' if I hadn't married dat black ass pre-vert. (I know it is pervert, but I say pre-vert on purpose because it is a part of my "crazy act"). She ain't got no bizness wid mo' than me. She thank she bedder than me. I'll fix hur and I'll fix hur good! Dat damn black ass dummy will nevah know. None of dese dumb ass niggas will eva' know. I got my act down chile! I kin fool GAWD!'
Let the chips fall where they may. Line up on the side you most identify with. Shun knowledge, shun truth, but don't you ever shun that demon. Don't think, don't think, don't think. Go along to get along. Just go to church, tip in and tip out. Listen to that Jesus crap, say amen, but don't you ever believe it. Look out for yourself. Why should you trust a GOD that you can't see? Trust yourself! Run scams, rob and steal. Use your good looks and good hair to take advantage of the simple. Complain and suffer your whole life. Never learn, never grow. Continue to hate and lie, continue to bully and intimidate. Don't forget to hate. If you find your hatred slipping make up another lie to justify your foul life.
Get on the phone, lie and manipulate some more. Make sure they hate that "snitch", that backstabbing weird ass nerdy over educated "thank she white" bitch of a daughter that talks too much.
Feel sorry for yourself for a minute. Read your Bible. Look for scripture to hide behind. "Honor your mother..", that's a good one. Say something about the "sea of forgetfulness". They are too dumb. None of these dumb ass niggers will ever "figga'" you out.
Ah saaaiiiddd wait ooonnnnnnnnnn the LAWD! (hack) He will see yoooooooouuuu throooough! (hack)...can the chuuuurch say AAAAAAAAAAAmen? (hack)
If a precha' can't hack , he can't preach.
That's the kind of church I grew up in. That is my religious experience and to be honest it is my preference. But at some point we must get beyond entertainment and get down to the WORD. We must seek GOD's face and His Wisdom. It is time to quit playing "Chuuuurrrccchhhhhhhhhh!". It is time to have CHURCH.
Our souls are in danger. How can the people hear if they have no preacher? Every man or woman standing in a pulpit is not anointed. Some, far too many are nothing but rank demons leading their blind and deaf sheeplets into captivity.
I am not going down in your ship. I will not wait on your unbelief. I can read and discern the Bible for myself. I can pray for myself.
I can think critically and see clearly. I will not follow some demonic woman into hell because she wears a robe and because some dim-witted just as corrupt cowards gave her a license to "preach".
I am not going to pretend that monster, that monstrosity, that abomination is not what she is because you are too blind, cripple or crazy to acknowledge the TRUTH.
"It is what it is!" The LORD Jesus Christ told me to Shun the very presence of evil and that is what I fully intend to do. I am warning you because that is what GOD laid on my heart to do.
I know most of you won't listen because you are a "stiffnecked people". It is all in Divine Order. This has all been predestined. "The just shall live by faith."
Laugh at me, talk about me, judge me, scorn me, ostracize me. Go ahead, do you. Every where you go your character is showing. Do wrong for money. Don't trust GOD. Be your own god. Supplement your "church going" , "amening", and "praisedeLawding" with a "goofer dust" bag. Be double minded, "out lie a cross tie".
Make sure your are extremely manipulative and cunning. Backstab and betray everyone and turn around and demand to be honored. Bully your way through life. Make sure you are a jealous sociopath. Be the phoniest, lyingest, commonest person you can be. Beat , bludgeon , maim, eviscerate and attempt to destroy any and all that say different. Hate! Just hate! Don't have a reason, just hate.
Get up every morning, look in the mirror and grin. Mentally recount how many lives you destroyed, how many dreams you killed. Grin and laugh, almost skip downstairs to make your coffee. Now get on the phone and check on your minions.
"Hello baby. How's my beautiful dawthur today? I wuz jest thankin' 'bout you." Con all of "the goody" out of them. Now fume, get jealous, envy, hate, now plot.
'She thank she so smart wid hur black ass. She thank she bedder than me cause she got an education. Shit I'm the one that did the 'hoing dat she to good fa'. Shit she wudden' be nuttin' if I hadn't married dat black ass pre-vert. (I know it is pervert, but I say pre-vert on purpose because it is a part of my "crazy act"). She ain't got no bizness wid mo' than me. She thank she bedder than me. I'll fix hur and I'll fix hur good! Dat damn black ass dummy will nevah know. None of dese dumb ass niggas will eva' know. I got my act down chile! I kin fool GAWD!'
Let the chips fall where they may. Line up on the side you most identify with. Shun knowledge, shun truth, but don't you ever shun that demon. Don't think, don't think, don't think. Go along to get along. Just go to church, tip in and tip out. Listen to that Jesus crap, say amen, but don't you ever believe it. Look out for yourself. Why should you trust a GOD that you can't see? Trust yourself! Run scams, rob and steal. Use your good looks and good hair to take advantage of the simple. Complain and suffer your whole life. Never learn, never grow. Continue to hate and lie, continue to bully and intimidate. Don't forget to hate. If you find your hatred slipping make up another lie to justify your foul life.
Get on the phone, lie and manipulate some more. Make sure they hate that "snitch", that backstabbing weird ass nerdy over educated "thank she white" bitch of a daughter that talks too much.
Feel sorry for yourself for a minute. Read your Bible. Look for scripture to hide behind. "Honor your mother..", that's a good one. Say something about the "sea of forgetfulness". They are too dumb. None of these dumb ass niggers will ever "figga'" you out.
Friday, January 20, 2012
"Hallelujah!"
Hallelujah! Praise the LORD! He will do just like He said. He promised to deliver me from evil and He did!
I was that little "hunted bird". I was prey, a hapless helpless victim to a troll. I was a worm, a "thang", a simpleton, a dim-wit, just another minion.
I thought she had a choice. She didn't. True, she decided to be an imp, had more faith in evil than in GOD. She foolishly believed that she utterly destroyed me. Not, just me, my entire family.
What caused her to be so diabolically evil? Rebellion! No respect for GOD or her father. No respect for right. Foolish pride, believing that she was the "fairest of them all". Selfishness, wanting everything for herself only. A creature totally void of natural affection.
The Bible warns us that GOD will release you over to a "reprobate mind" for certain deeds. Reprobates are imps, emissaries for Satan. There is no good in them, shun them.
Do know that you can not appease a demon. You can never be careful enough or cautious enough. That demon has only one plan for your life, your utter destruction and humiliation.
That foolish rebellious demon really thought she was winning. I too thought she was winning. Too "smart", too cunning, too dastardly, too foul to discuss. I was caught, a trapped bird. I knew at 2, then 3, 4, 5, every year of my life I suspected. "It" was foul, "it" smelled, I just didn't know what "it" was or why "it" engulfed me, plagued me, stalked me.
Why did she viciously assault me? Beating me in the head, slapping me across my face, beating me in the head with her fists? Cursing me with the foulest, filthiest language you ever heard. She claimed it was because I was too dumb to tell time. She made a clock out of a paper plate, held it in front of me demanding that I tell her what time it was. "Dah big hand on the 12, duh luddle hand on duh five...What time is it?!" I could not answer. I was terrified! I didn't know that I could not see. I thought the whole world was blurry and out of focus. She never bothered to teach me the concept. She failed to teach me the methodology, the principle, the rules of how to tell time. I was just supposed to know. Every wrong answer produced vicious blows to my tiny body, to my head. I cried and she screamed; "Duh mo' you cry the less you piss!"
Then I became the blackest, the dumbest, the most worthless trifling nigger that ever lived. I was nothing. She hated the day she had me. I was a nothing, a "thang" only fit to empty her "slop jar", wash her dishes, clean her babies shitty diapers. The only thing I was good for was her sexual abuse. Why did she involve that "black a** husband? So she could have something over him? So he could not leave her? So he would have to take her abuse? What man would remain married to a woman that forbade him to cash his check? What man would stay with a woman that put him on an "allowance"? He was only allowed two packs of cigarettes a week. Do know that cigarettes in the 1950s were around 25cents a pack.
"You don't need no civilian clothes nigga! De army give you yo' clothes!" So the dummy wore nothing but military uniforms while she sat beside him in church wearing the finest furs and eel skin shoes, and alligator purses, kid gloves, pearls and gaudy jewelry. She dressed us out of the thrift shops. I can still smell the musky, mildewed odor. My "new" shoes were always "runt-ova'", pre-broken in. She justified her actions by constantly reminding me that I was just another "luddle black bastard". I had no daddy and I "bedder be glad dat she kept my a** hole open."
I know now that "she" had no interest in my ability to tell time. "She" never cared a wit about me or my education. "She" had one plan, my utter destruction. I could not see, I could not think. My tiny vagina hurt! You animal! You creature! You miserable excuse for a human being!
That's the mind of "Mathy Jane", nothing but a jealous hater. Once a very beautiful woman, but revoltingly evil. Every one in Wade knew. She tormented her father, always in trouble, always caught in her "mess".
Full of treachery and guile she knows how to charm and hypnotize. Full of rebuke and scorn you will not dare criticize her. You will rue the day. "Don't you tell a muthaf****** thang dat go on in dis house!" was her mantra.
We knew better. We lived on Smoke Bomb Hill in Ft. Bragg, NC. Her lovers would be crawling out of the second floor bathroom window as her "black a**, ignorant a** husband entered the front door. When accused of her infidelity she would lambaste her "husband", cursing and beating him until he apologized and begged her to take him back.
What a cool crook she was. Slick and sly, violent and abusive, lying and conniving and proud! Proud to get away with her many sick demented deeds. The world remained clueless to this beautiful, "light bright damned near white", immaculately dress, pristine devout "Christian" woman. No, you could never tell by looking at her or listening to her. She let you know that she was the prettiest, the smartest, by far "GOD's chosen".
"You can't win fa' the fix you in, I can't lose for the stuff I use!"; she reminded us daily. I was fourteen before I suspected that she was using the "roots" I witnessed her using on others on me. Yes, I suspected, but I could not believe. It was too bizarre. It was too primitive! It was too embarrassing.
Like a fool I wanted her to love me. I yearned for her approval. Just like her long line of lovers, I would do anything to earn her attention, her "love". She knew it and used it against me, against us, over and over.
This creature has never tired in her wrong doing. "She" will never tire of doing evil, of leading astray, of leading her entire family into captivity.
Her lies are not working now. My kerchief fell off. I can see clearly. I am no longer ashamed. I am actually quite proud. I am triumphant! I am victorious. I crawled up out of that pit. I escaped her dungeon.
She is a foul murdering thing. I am not impressed with her "preaching". I am not afraid of her "voodoo". I am not afraid to lose the "love" of my "family". I will not stand with them in their disbelief and denial.
I will honor my grandfather, Jerome Walters, the only "mother" I ever had.
Dear LORD I thank you!
Stay in His WORD children. Never believe that you have to do wrong to win. Never wait on some demon to die before you can find the courage to accept your horrible truth.
Be richly blessed. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
P.S. Don't you ever believe that she has stopped, has changed, ever wants to change. The woman is pure rank despicable Evil!
Just know that if you love the LORD , He will bring you out! He will make your enemy your foot stool.
Jesus told you that your enemies would be of your own household. He told you to look at their fruit! Most of all He told you to "Fear No (Wo)Man!"
Step out on faith children. Never believe that you have to compromise and tolerate evil and lies because the demon that torments you is in fact your own "mother". Never let a demon force you to keep her secrets. A brilliant demon she deliberated led her children into captivity. Involving them in her demonism, confusing them with her love- hate, good-bad personality. Do not be afraid to be "embarrassed" because her deeds are so incredibly evil that no one will ever believe you.
I was that little "hunted bird". I was prey, a hapless helpless victim to a troll. I was a worm, a "thang", a simpleton, a dim-wit, just another minion.
I thought she had a choice. She didn't. True, she decided to be an imp, had more faith in evil than in GOD. She foolishly believed that she utterly destroyed me. Not, just me, my entire family.
What caused her to be so diabolically evil? Rebellion! No respect for GOD or her father. No respect for right. Foolish pride, believing that she was the "fairest of them all". Selfishness, wanting everything for herself only. A creature totally void of natural affection.
The Bible warns us that GOD will release you over to a "reprobate mind" for certain deeds. Reprobates are imps, emissaries for Satan. There is no good in them, shun them.
Do know that you can not appease a demon. You can never be careful enough or cautious enough. That demon has only one plan for your life, your utter destruction and humiliation.
That foolish rebellious demon really thought she was winning. I too thought she was winning. Too "smart", too cunning, too dastardly, too foul to discuss. I was caught, a trapped bird. I knew at 2, then 3, 4, 5, every year of my life I suspected. "It" was foul, "it" smelled, I just didn't know what "it" was or why "it" engulfed me, plagued me, stalked me.
Why did she viciously assault me? Beating me in the head, slapping me across my face, beating me in the head with her fists? Cursing me with the foulest, filthiest language you ever heard. She claimed it was because I was too dumb to tell time. She made a clock out of a paper plate, held it in front of me demanding that I tell her what time it was. "Dah big hand on the 12, duh luddle hand on duh five...What time is it?!" I could not answer. I was terrified! I didn't know that I could not see. I thought the whole world was blurry and out of focus. She never bothered to teach me the concept. She failed to teach me the methodology, the principle, the rules of how to tell time. I was just supposed to know. Every wrong answer produced vicious blows to my tiny body, to my head. I cried and she screamed; "Duh mo' you cry the less you piss!"
Then I became the blackest, the dumbest, the most worthless trifling nigger that ever lived. I was nothing. She hated the day she had me. I was a nothing, a "thang" only fit to empty her "slop jar", wash her dishes, clean her babies shitty diapers. The only thing I was good for was her sexual abuse. Why did she involve that "black a** husband? So she could have something over him? So he could not leave her? So he would have to take her abuse? What man would remain married to a woman that forbade him to cash his check? What man would stay with a woman that put him on an "allowance"? He was only allowed two packs of cigarettes a week. Do know that cigarettes in the 1950s were around 25cents a pack.
"You don't need no civilian clothes nigga! De army give you yo' clothes!" So the dummy wore nothing but military uniforms while she sat beside him in church wearing the finest furs and eel skin shoes, and alligator purses, kid gloves, pearls and gaudy jewelry. She dressed us out of the thrift shops. I can still smell the musky, mildewed odor. My "new" shoes were always "runt-ova'", pre-broken in. She justified her actions by constantly reminding me that I was just another "luddle black bastard". I had no daddy and I "bedder be glad dat she kept my a** hole open."
I know now that "she" had no interest in my ability to tell time. "She" never cared a wit about me or my education. "She" had one plan, my utter destruction. I could not see, I could not think. My tiny vagina hurt! You animal! You creature! You miserable excuse for a human being!
That's the mind of "Mathy Jane", nothing but a jealous hater. Once a very beautiful woman, but revoltingly evil. Every one in Wade knew. She tormented her father, always in trouble, always caught in her "mess".
Full of treachery and guile she knows how to charm and hypnotize. Full of rebuke and scorn you will not dare criticize her. You will rue the day. "Don't you tell a muthaf****** thang dat go on in dis house!" was her mantra.
We knew better. We lived on Smoke Bomb Hill in Ft. Bragg, NC. Her lovers would be crawling out of the second floor bathroom window as her "black a**, ignorant a** husband entered the front door. When accused of her infidelity she would lambaste her "husband", cursing and beating him until he apologized and begged her to take him back.
What a cool crook she was. Slick and sly, violent and abusive, lying and conniving and proud! Proud to get away with her many sick demented deeds. The world remained clueless to this beautiful, "light bright damned near white", immaculately dress, pristine devout "Christian" woman. No, you could never tell by looking at her or listening to her. She let you know that she was the prettiest, the smartest, by far "GOD's chosen".
"You can't win fa' the fix you in, I can't lose for the stuff I use!"; she reminded us daily. I was fourteen before I suspected that she was using the "roots" I witnessed her using on others on me. Yes, I suspected, but I could not believe. It was too bizarre. It was too primitive! It was too embarrassing.
Like a fool I wanted her to love me. I yearned for her approval. Just like her long line of lovers, I would do anything to earn her attention, her "love". She knew it and used it against me, against us, over and over.
This creature has never tired in her wrong doing. "She" will never tire of doing evil, of leading astray, of leading her entire family into captivity.
Her lies are not working now. My kerchief fell off. I can see clearly. I am no longer ashamed. I am actually quite proud. I am triumphant! I am victorious. I crawled up out of that pit. I escaped her dungeon.
She is a foul murdering thing. I am not impressed with her "preaching". I am not afraid of her "voodoo". I am not afraid to lose the "love" of my "family". I will not stand with them in their disbelief and denial.
I will honor my grandfather, Jerome Walters, the only "mother" I ever had.
Dear LORD I thank you!
Stay in His WORD children. Never believe that you have to do wrong to win. Never wait on some demon to die before you can find the courage to accept your horrible truth.
Be richly blessed. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
P.S. Don't you ever believe that she has stopped, has changed, ever wants to change. The woman is pure rank despicable Evil!
Just know that if you love the LORD , He will bring you out! He will make your enemy your foot stool.
Jesus told you that your enemies would be of your own household. He told you to look at their fruit! Most of all He told you to "Fear No (Wo)Man!"
Step out on faith children. Never believe that you have to compromise and tolerate evil and lies because the demon that torments you is in fact your own "mother". Never let a demon force you to keep her secrets. A brilliant demon she deliberated led her children into captivity. Involving them in her demonism, confusing them with her love- hate, good-bad personality. Do not be afraid to be "embarrassed" because her deeds are so incredibly evil that no one will ever believe you.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
"I tell you what!"
You can be a slow learner if you want to. You can ignore the Truth, if you want to. You can continue to ignore me, ridicule me, revile me, scoff and pretend that I am some kind of nut, if you want to. It will not end well for you. GOD told me to tell you something.
You need to pray over it and seek GOD's guidance before you cast me aside and ostracize me. First of all, do know that demons are real! Demons live among us and with us. Demons are spirits (Matthew 12:43, 45) Demons are imps, Satan's emissaries (Matthew 12:26-27). Our earth is crawling with them. These evil spirits enter into men and women and take control of them. For some reason they need embodiment, otherwise they are powerless. (Matthew 12: 43-44; Mark 5:10-12). All "unbelievers" are open to demon possession. (Ephesians 2:2)
If you are unsure about Christ, you are in danger. If you are a fake, a phony "Christian", you are in trouble. If you are an exploiter of Christ for your own selfish gain you are in serious trouble. And if you are related to, tethered to, in a relationship with a closeted demon, you are in serious trouble.
I have a fascinating story to tell. I was born into the clutches of a demon! From the moment of my conception GOD dispatched His host of angels to protect me, to guide me and to reveal this truth.
No, you don't need to know my story to ridicule or crucify this poor woman. You need to know for your protection. You need to know so you will not fall victim to the same "temptations".
I can see clearly how it happened now. My "mother", a very beautiful,, brilliant, talented woman fell prey to her own guile. She ignorantly got involved in the occult at as very young age. Was actually foolish enough to court demons, to solicit them to harm people she felt threatened by. For what ever reason she has always suffered from very low self-esteem. Her low self image fuels her insane jealousy. Over the years she waxed worse and worse. Now she is an abomination. Her past is so foul I will not recount it here. There is only one thing that I must rectify, the death of my grandfather, Jerome Walters.
The Holy Spirit will not let me rest. She killed him. Perhaps I should not say she. No, she didn't do it. That demon that inhabits her did it. Unfortunately it is a demon that she thinks she wants, or thinks that she needs. Yes, she is conflicted. Every once and a while she wants to come clean, to confess. That demonic spirit will not let her. That explains the conflict, the confusion, the torment, the shame.
I just want to tell her what she already knows; "At the name of Jesus, every knee shall bow and every tongue shall confess."
She knows all of this. She is a preacher. She is weak and deeply ashamed, yet remains powerless. She knows better, can do better. But, she won't. She won't because she doesn't have to. As long as she has supporters and exploiters, she never has to. As long as she has relatives rallying for her, "loving" on her, helping her to deny this awful truth she will never change.
It is a horrible inconvenient truth. I have denied it, suffered from it my entire life. I knew it when "she" caused my knee to swell and ache rendering me incapable of marching in the E.E.Smith band as a majorette. "She" was jealous, insanely and irrationally jealous. Mad with my grandfather for buying my majorette boots.
Do know I have always known about her secret hatred and planned destruction. Make sure you know that her vile demonic behavior has never been reserved for me only. If you know her, associate with her, you too are a victim.
Today I actually want to apologize to her. I want to apologize for hating her so much. She certainly deserves to be hated. But, that is not what Jesus would have us do. The GOD I serve wants me to love her. My grandfather always loved her. He tried to admonish her and to teach her as best he could. To no avail, because that "monster" she harbors finally murdered him. Shot him through the heart.
It was wrong. I am tormented by this foul deed perpetuated against a good man. A good man that deserves honor. I will not rest. I will find no peace until I clear my grandfather's name.
I called you common and indecent. You are not common and indecent, your deeds are. Your deeds are foul. You know it, that's why you try to hide them from most people. From most people, not all people.
I know that smugness and air of superiority is a total put on. You are a brilliant actress. In reality you hate yourself. You are revolted by your poor decisions and low character, but you always believed that you were powerless to sin and debauchery. Your pathological insane jealousy is fueled by your low self-esteem.
It is confusion. Yea, you are messed up. You are possessed by a demon or a legion of demons. Yes, you brought it on yourself out of ignorance and rebellion.
GOD told me to tell you that He forgives you and loves you. He told me to tell you to "Come on in the house. Enough is enough daughter. You have suffered enough. You have caused enough pain. Bend your knees, repent of your sins."
Pray and fast, children. Seek GOD's face. Seek righteousness. Pray and ask for the indwelling of His Holy Spirit.
Be richly, blessed. Remember,;"Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
You need to pray over it and seek GOD's guidance before you cast me aside and ostracize me. First of all, do know that demons are real! Demons live among us and with us. Demons are spirits (Matthew 12:43, 45) Demons are imps, Satan's emissaries (Matthew 12:26-27). Our earth is crawling with them. These evil spirits enter into men and women and take control of them. For some reason they need embodiment, otherwise they are powerless. (Matthew 12: 43-44; Mark 5:10-12). All "unbelievers" are open to demon possession. (Ephesians 2:2)
If you are unsure about Christ, you are in danger. If you are a fake, a phony "Christian", you are in trouble. If you are an exploiter of Christ for your own selfish gain you are in serious trouble. And if you are related to, tethered to, in a relationship with a closeted demon, you are in serious trouble.
I have a fascinating story to tell. I was born into the clutches of a demon! From the moment of my conception GOD dispatched His host of angels to protect me, to guide me and to reveal this truth.
No, you don't need to know my story to ridicule or crucify this poor woman. You need to know for your protection. You need to know so you will not fall victim to the same "temptations".
I can see clearly how it happened now. My "mother", a very beautiful,, brilliant, talented woman fell prey to her own guile. She ignorantly got involved in the occult at as very young age. Was actually foolish enough to court demons, to solicit them to harm people she felt threatened by. For what ever reason she has always suffered from very low self-esteem. Her low self image fuels her insane jealousy. Over the years she waxed worse and worse. Now she is an abomination. Her past is so foul I will not recount it here. There is only one thing that I must rectify, the death of my grandfather, Jerome Walters.
The Holy Spirit will not let me rest. She killed him. Perhaps I should not say she. No, she didn't do it. That demon that inhabits her did it. Unfortunately it is a demon that she thinks she wants, or thinks that she needs. Yes, she is conflicted. Every once and a while she wants to come clean, to confess. That demonic spirit will not let her. That explains the conflict, the confusion, the torment, the shame.
I just want to tell her what she already knows; "At the name of Jesus, every knee shall bow and every tongue shall confess."
She knows all of this. She is a preacher. She is weak and deeply ashamed, yet remains powerless. She knows better, can do better. But, she won't. She won't because she doesn't have to. As long as she has supporters and exploiters, she never has to. As long as she has relatives rallying for her, "loving" on her, helping her to deny this awful truth she will never change.
It is a horrible inconvenient truth. I have denied it, suffered from it my entire life. I knew it when "she" caused my knee to swell and ache rendering me incapable of marching in the E.E.Smith band as a majorette. "She" was jealous, insanely and irrationally jealous. Mad with my grandfather for buying my majorette boots.
Do know I have always known about her secret hatred and planned destruction. Make sure you know that her vile demonic behavior has never been reserved for me only. If you know her, associate with her, you too are a victim.
Today I actually want to apologize to her. I want to apologize for hating her so much. She certainly deserves to be hated. But, that is not what Jesus would have us do. The GOD I serve wants me to love her. My grandfather always loved her. He tried to admonish her and to teach her as best he could. To no avail, because that "monster" she harbors finally murdered him. Shot him through the heart.
It was wrong. I am tormented by this foul deed perpetuated against a good man. A good man that deserves honor. I will not rest. I will find no peace until I clear my grandfather's name.
I called you common and indecent. You are not common and indecent, your deeds are. Your deeds are foul. You know it, that's why you try to hide them from most people. From most people, not all people.
I know that smugness and air of superiority is a total put on. You are a brilliant actress. In reality you hate yourself. You are revolted by your poor decisions and low character, but you always believed that you were powerless to sin and debauchery. Your pathological insane jealousy is fueled by your low self-esteem.
It is confusion. Yea, you are messed up. You are possessed by a demon or a legion of demons. Yes, you brought it on yourself out of ignorance and rebellion.
GOD told me to tell you that He forgives you and loves you. He told me to tell you to "Come on in the house. Enough is enough daughter. You have suffered enough. You have caused enough pain. Bend your knees, repent of your sins."
Pray and fast, children. Seek GOD's face. Seek righteousness. Pray and ask for the indwelling of His Holy Spirit.
Be richly, blessed. Remember,;"Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Got my mojo workin' , just don't work on you!
The sad thing about playing stupid, the worse thing about pretending that you don't know any better is you irk people. Your gross ignorance becomes irritating, annoying. You actually start to hate yourself. You get mad at yourself for "playing yourself".
You knew it was a ploy. You knew it was a get over. No, you didn't plan to sink that low. It just happened. The "root working" was so much fun, it was so easy. It quickly became a habit, a thing to do. After all it was proof that you were really smarter. It was the best way to pay all of those "talkers" back.
Let'um talk. Let'um call you all kinds of whores. You would fix'um and you would fix'um good. Those dummies would nevah know. You'll be dead five hundred years and no one will ever know that you were the cause of so much misery.
Now, there is a problem! There is revolt among the ranks. Somebody smelled a rat! That heifer read her Bible. She listened to her granddaddy.
Well, I cud pray, but I don't want to. I cud ask GAWD to save me, but I don't want to.
Do you think anybody believes hur ova' me? Black as she is! Dumb as she is! Where's hur loyalty? Ain't she got no pride? Ni, they some thangs you don't tell nobody, not evan GAWD!
What am I going to do ni? Confess? Naw, done lied too long. Done too much evil. Done hurt to many people on the sly. Why, they will kill me! They will hate me!
It sho' is funny hi I aways hated eva'body and pretended to luv them. It sho' is funny hi they all always believed me. Too bad I had to brag. Too bad I let'um see me at my worse too many times.
I declare that gul don't trust nobody. I nevah thought she wud tell on me doh. 'Course ni she was always the one that I hated the most, distrusted the most. She a snake! Telling on me. I am an ordained minister! Hi, I look involved in dis mess? Leave the past in the past! S***! dat nigga been ded so long! Who care? I don't care what he done fa' me. I don't care what nobody done fa' me.
I always had to look out fa'mysef! I always did.
Did I do wrong? Dey had mo' dan I did! GAWD ain't fair! I been preaching! What mo' GAWD want? I been spreadin' Hiz WORD! Yea, I blieve it...jest not the parts about me. That ain't me! Yea, I sew luddle bags and work roots on people dat needs it. Yea, I take advantage of them because they stupid enuf to love me. But, dat heifer ain't got to call me out! She ain't got to tell eva'body my bizness!
I can't think of no mo' lies. Imma play crazy. Dat's what I'm gonna do! Play crazy, see what they do then.
People make me sick always remembereing yo' past. Niggas don't nevah forget nuttin'. I was just trying to stay even. I cudden let them niggas git too far ahead of me. They already think they so much wid dey college degrees. Oh dat gal,, always thought mo' of hursef than she sudda.
Can you imagine? Sump'in dat black thinkin' she got sum rights? thinkin' GAWD luv hur? Believing GAWD gon' expose me! What GAWD gon' do to me? I dun come this far and ain't got caught.
I ain't studdin' them. I give them niggas my yalla a** to kiss. You kin get right on out my face cause ain't none of yall smart enuf to ketch me. One of my thought would blow yo' head off! I been to mo' schools than you been to grocery stores. I'm light bright and damn ner white! I got a right to do what I pleeze!
I ain't worried. Ain't none of it true. They ain't no GAWD! What He eva' do fa' me? Let me get pregant ova and ova. Make me have abunch of no count black a** nigga chullun.
Hi am I gon' git outta' this? Pray!? Naw, I can't do that. Work sum roots. I am, they jest ain't working.
You knew it was a ploy. You knew it was a get over. No, you didn't plan to sink that low. It just happened. The "root working" was so much fun, it was so easy. It quickly became a habit, a thing to do. After all it was proof that you were really smarter. It was the best way to pay all of those "talkers" back.
Let'um talk. Let'um call you all kinds of whores. You would fix'um and you would fix'um good. Those dummies would nevah know. You'll be dead five hundred years and no one will ever know that you were the cause of so much misery.
Now, there is a problem! There is revolt among the ranks. Somebody smelled a rat! That heifer read her Bible. She listened to her granddaddy.
Well, I cud pray, but I don't want to. I cud ask GAWD to save me, but I don't want to.
Do you think anybody believes hur ova' me? Black as she is! Dumb as she is! Where's hur loyalty? Ain't she got no pride? Ni, they some thangs you don't tell nobody, not evan GAWD!
What am I going to do ni? Confess? Naw, done lied too long. Done too much evil. Done hurt to many people on the sly. Why, they will kill me! They will hate me!
It sho' is funny hi I aways hated eva'body and pretended to luv them. It sho' is funny hi they all always believed me. Too bad I had to brag. Too bad I let'um see me at my worse too many times.
I declare that gul don't trust nobody. I nevah thought she wud tell on me doh. 'Course ni she was always the one that I hated the most, distrusted the most. She a snake! Telling on me. I am an ordained minister! Hi, I look involved in dis mess? Leave the past in the past! S***! dat nigga been ded so long! Who care? I don't care what he done fa' me. I don't care what nobody done fa' me.
I always had to look out fa'mysef! I always did.
Did I do wrong? Dey had mo' dan I did! GAWD ain't fair! I been preaching! What mo' GAWD want? I been spreadin' Hiz WORD! Yea, I blieve it...jest not the parts about me. That ain't me! Yea, I sew luddle bags and work roots on people dat needs it. Yea, I take advantage of them because they stupid enuf to love me. But, dat heifer ain't got to call me out! She ain't got to tell eva'body my bizness!
I can't think of no mo' lies. Imma play crazy. Dat's what I'm gonna do! Play crazy, see what they do then.
People make me sick always remembereing yo' past. Niggas don't nevah forget nuttin'. I was just trying to stay even. I cudden let them niggas git too far ahead of me. They already think they so much wid dey college degrees. Oh dat gal,, always thought mo' of hursef than she sudda.
Can you imagine? Sump'in dat black thinkin' she got sum rights? thinkin' GAWD luv hur? Believing GAWD gon' expose me! What GAWD gon' do to me? I dun come this far and ain't got caught.
I ain't studdin' them. I give them niggas my yalla a** to kiss. You kin get right on out my face cause ain't none of yall smart enuf to ketch me. One of my thought would blow yo' head off! I been to mo' schools than you been to grocery stores. I'm light bright and damn ner white! I got a right to do what I pleeze!
I ain't worried. Ain't none of it true. They ain't no GAWD! What He eva' do fa' me? Let me get pregant ova and ova. Make me have abunch of no count black a** nigga chullun.
Hi am I gon' git outta' this? Pray!? Naw, I can't do that. Work sum roots. I am, they jest ain't working.
"Manhood" is the only thang a man got
I can't stand no wimpy hen-pecked man. Yea, a man you kin hallar at, say "boo" to and he go to shakin' in his boots.
Yea, a man that done lost his courage ain't worth living. What you living' fa' if you can't say what is on yo mind? Hi you look in the mirror eva' day and know that you ain't nuttin' but a liar? At some point you ought to git 'shame of yo'sef.
Hi you gon' stand dey lying, knowing I know you lying and you know I know that we both know you lying? Why are we playing this game? Am I jest spozed to give up cause I can't drag yo' lying a** no whur near the truf? Am I spoze to love you that much? Am I spozed to stay locked up in dis closet wid you 'cause you too scared to own yo' horrible life? Am I spozed to let you mistreat me, trick me, use and abuse me jest because you a bored slut?
Or am I spozed to keep yo sick demonic secrets cause dey so evil, so creepy, so repulsive that I wud rather gauge my own eyes out than admit you is what you is? I got to tell it! I got to tell it because the Holy Spirit compels me to tell it. They mo of you! Sho' is! a whole lot mo' dan people want to admit. Dey a whole lotta' families hidin' freaks lak you. I can't! I reckon you did right to hide your proclivities from me. But you slipped up. You jest had to backstab me one mo'gin. You just cudden' resist cud you? Me being so simple minded fa'giveing and all. You jest had to test out you dust one mo' time. Dat's what you get fa' listin' to the devil. That's what you git fa' being an imp., a damn cheap volunteer imp.
Yea! I said Slut! B****! Cause dats what you is! S***! Hi you gon' screw eva'thang dat move, get up pretend that you didn't do what you jest did and demand that the whole wurld play fool rat along wid you?
You ain't that stupid! You are that evil! Git on way from me! Any woman that wud deliberately make cowards outta' hur own sons ain't worth talkin' about.
Yea, you useful alright. You sho' useful. People will know that the Bible is real. That GAWD's WORD is sure. People will know that you can't fool GAWD and you bedder keep your nasty hands off Hiz anointed.
Ni run tell dat! Miss Busybodystayonthephonecreatingmischief. Ya laugh and tell eva'body hi messed up yo' children is. I bet you won't nevah tell nobody why.
GIT! I said. Git on down de road!...Git way form heah!
Yea, a man that done lost his courage ain't worth living. What you living' fa' if you can't say what is on yo mind? Hi you look in the mirror eva' day and know that you ain't nuttin' but a liar? At some point you ought to git 'shame of yo'sef.
Hi you gon' stand dey lying, knowing I know you lying and you know I know that we both know you lying? Why are we playing this game? Am I jest spozed to give up cause I can't drag yo' lying a** no whur near the truf? Am I spoze to love you that much? Am I spozed to stay locked up in dis closet wid you 'cause you too scared to own yo' horrible life? Am I spozed to let you mistreat me, trick me, use and abuse me jest because you a bored slut?
Or am I spozed to keep yo sick demonic secrets cause dey so evil, so creepy, so repulsive that I wud rather gauge my own eyes out than admit you is what you is? I got to tell it! I got to tell it because the Holy Spirit compels me to tell it. They mo of you! Sho' is! a whole lot mo' dan people want to admit. Dey a whole lotta' families hidin' freaks lak you. I can't! I reckon you did right to hide your proclivities from me. But you slipped up. You jest had to backstab me one mo'gin. You just cudden' resist cud you? Me being so simple minded fa'giveing and all. You jest had to test out you dust one mo' time. Dat's what you get fa' listin' to the devil. That's what you git fa' being an imp., a damn cheap volunteer imp.
Yea! I said Slut! B****! Cause dats what you is! S***! Hi you gon' screw eva'thang dat move, get up pretend that you didn't do what you jest did and demand that the whole wurld play fool rat along wid you?
You ain't that stupid! You are that evil! Git on way from me! Any woman that wud deliberately make cowards outta' hur own sons ain't worth talkin' about.
Yea, you useful alright. You sho' useful. People will know that the Bible is real. That GAWD's WORD is sure. People will know that you can't fool GAWD and you bedder keep your nasty hands off Hiz anointed.
Ni run tell dat! Miss Busybodystayonthephonecreatingmischief. Ya laugh and tell eva'body hi messed up yo' children is. I bet you won't nevah tell nobody why.
GIT! I said. Git on down de road!...Git way form heah!
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Walk by faith.
Walk by Faith! Know that GOD has your back. TRUST GOD! Put All of your Trust in the LORD Jesus Christ, for real. Not for talk, not for show, for real. Do it for real. Pray for GOD to open your eyes. Do what Jesus told you; "Be as wise as a serpent but as gentle as a dove."
Forgive yourself. Being born into captivity doesn't mean you have to stay there. There is not one person on this earth that is better than you. There is not one person that is less than you.
GOD did not give one person more than he gave you. We are all lied to, all exploited. We are all pawns in a "chess game". Don't believe the lies of the "evil one" that tries every trick in the book to subdue you, to destroy you, to lead you into "captivity".
Of course you have sinned. Yes, "we all have come short of GOD's best." Confess your sins. "Go and sin no more."
If you find yourself entangled in the "evil one's web", know that you are not ultimately defeated. "Though he slay me, yet will I serve the LORD!" Serve Him in spirit and in Truth. Don't get down on your knees lying to yourself and lying to GOD. Don't fake religion. If you don't believe, don't believe. But, don't you dare think that you can use GOD's goodness and mercy as a tool for your treachery. Don't ever try to exploit some one's love and desire for Christ. Don't you ever think or believe that you are that smart.
Pray! Don't pray with a laundry list of "wants". Pray with thanksgiving. Thank GOD for blessing you. Pray for guidance. Pray for strength. Pray for protection. Pray for wisdom.
Do "look into your own life". Most of all never try to be your own god. Never believe your foul filthy tongue and savage violence will last forever. You will become old and feeble. "Your eyes will become dim, your grinders few." Don't think anyone should respect you just because you are elderly. Don't think your lies and rage will protect you. Don't you dare go back to your secret books on the occult. Don't run down to the graveyard collecting more dust. Don't hate your admonishers. Don't hate GOD's Truth!
If you have lived a filthy foul life based on fear and intimidation do know you will pay the "very last mite".
It is a shame children. It is a dirty rotten shame. If this demon is so great, so beautiful, so brilliant, so chosen, so "light bright and damn near white", so blessed with "Jesus grass", why did she have to fall so low? Why did she have to do things so repugnant that she would rather spend eternity in hell than confess them, or repent?
Don't think you are better. Go out in this world with a phony "Jesus" plastered on your mouth. Make sure your walk is just as fake as your "faith". Praise the LORD in public as a ploy to fool your potential victims. Believe that the world is a "dog eat dog world". Make sure you are the vicious predatory dog. Make sure you are extremely deceitful and manipulative. Make very very sure you never relent, never confess, never change. Hate, envy, covet , lie and destroy your whole life. Spend all of your energy and talent leading "frail little birds" into evil. Laugh! Feel good when your sneaky tactics work! Laugh uproariously! year after year for eighty-six years, smile to yourself and continue to pretend that you have won!
Continue to praise your "hanger-on-ers" for their "loyalty". Discourage them from reading the Bible. Keep the "scent" off of you. Lie! Lie if you have to. Tell the foulest sickest lies you can create. Play "crazy", garner sympathy pretending to be just another victim of the "man", of jealousy. Pretend that jealous dark skinned women, black women are jealous of you. Pretend that your daughter is jealous of you because she is jet black!
Laugh! because no one will ever believe her. Hate her! Hate her more than you did when the "thang" was born. Hate her more than you did when you were forced to carry her for nine months. Hate her because her "sorry ass daddy" didn't marry you. Pretend you were some poor easily manipulated "good girl".
Blame your "ignorant parents" for all of your "unwed" pregnancies. Never admit that you were a whore, a prostitute. Never accept your culpability. After all you are "yalla". You are "chosen". GOD never intended for you to live right. Why should you? GOD gave you "color", you are blessed. Continue to teach that same ignorance. Beam with pride when you hear your children and grandchildren repeating that ignorance that you taught them.
Pray! Prayer brings honor to GOD. Do not ever believe that GOD is your dog that you can sic on people. Don't pretend that your preaching gives you more favor with GOD. Don't believe that GOD ever let you get away with evil.
It would have been better for you if you had confessed and repented at fourteen. I am sorry that you relied on your superior guile and manipulative skills to live a very long perverted life.
It is all for GOD's Glory, for His Good. Thank you.
Be richly blessed children. Stay in His Word. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Forgive yourself. Being born into captivity doesn't mean you have to stay there. There is not one person on this earth that is better than you. There is not one person that is less than you.
GOD did not give one person more than he gave you. We are all lied to, all exploited. We are all pawns in a "chess game". Don't believe the lies of the "evil one" that tries every trick in the book to subdue you, to destroy you, to lead you into "captivity".
Of course you have sinned. Yes, "we all have come short of GOD's best." Confess your sins. "Go and sin no more."
If you find yourself entangled in the "evil one's web", know that you are not ultimately defeated. "Though he slay me, yet will I serve the LORD!" Serve Him in spirit and in Truth. Don't get down on your knees lying to yourself and lying to GOD. Don't fake religion. If you don't believe, don't believe. But, don't you dare think that you can use GOD's goodness and mercy as a tool for your treachery. Don't ever try to exploit some one's love and desire for Christ. Don't you ever think or believe that you are that smart.
Pray! Don't pray with a laundry list of "wants". Pray with thanksgiving. Thank GOD for blessing you. Pray for guidance. Pray for strength. Pray for protection. Pray for wisdom.
Do "look into your own life". Most of all never try to be your own god. Never believe your foul filthy tongue and savage violence will last forever. You will become old and feeble. "Your eyes will become dim, your grinders few." Don't think anyone should respect you just because you are elderly. Don't think your lies and rage will protect you. Don't you dare go back to your secret books on the occult. Don't run down to the graveyard collecting more dust. Don't hate your admonishers. Don't hate GOD's Truth!
If you have lived a filthy foul life based on fear and intimidation do know you will pay the "very last mite".
It is a shame children. It is a dirty rotten shame. If this demon is so great, so beautiful, so brilliant, so chosen, so "light bright and damn near white", so blessed with "Jesus grass", why did she have to fall so low? Why did she have to do things so repugnant that she would rather spend eternity in hell than confess them, or repent?
Don't think you are better. Go out in this world with a phony "Jesus" plastered on your mouth. Make sure your walk is just as fake as your "faith". Praise the LORD in public as a ploy to fool your potential victims. Believe that the world is a "dog eat dog world". Make sure you are the vicious predatory dog. Make sure you are extremely deceitful and manipulative. Make very very sure you never relent, never confess, never change. Hate, envy, covet , lie and destroy your whole life. Spend all of your energy and talent leading "frail little birds" into evil. Laugh! Feel good when your sneaky tactics work! Laugh uproariously! year after year for eighty-six years, smile to yourself and continue to pretend that you have won!
Continue to praise your "hanger-on-ers" for their "loyalty". Discourage them from reading the Bible. Keep the "scent" off of you. Lie! Lie if you have to. Tell the foulest sickest lies you can create. Play "crazy", garner sympathy pretending to be just another victim of the "man", of jealousy. Pretend that jealous dark skinned women, black women are jealous of you. Pretend that your daughter is jealous of you because she is jet black!
Laugh! because no one will ever believe her. Hate her! Hate her more than you did when the "thang" was born. Hate her more than you did when you were forced to carry her for nine months. Hate her because her "sorry ass daddy" didn't marry you. Pretend you were some poor easily manipulated "good girl".
Blame your "ignorant parents" for all of your "unwed" pregnancies. Never admit that you were a whore, a prostitute. Never accept your culpability. After all you are "yalla". You are "chosen". GOD never intended for you to live right. Why should you? GOD gave you "color", you are blessed. Continue to teach that same ignorance. Beam with pride when you hear your children and grandchildren repeating that ignorance that you taught them.
Pray! Prayer brings honor to GOD. Do not ever believe that GOD is your dog that you can sic on people. Don't pretend that your preaching gives you more favor with GOD. Don't believe that GOD ever let you get away with evil.
It would have been better for you if you had confessed and repented at fourteen. I am sorry that you relied on your superior guile and manipulative skills to live a very long perverted life.
It is all for GOD's Glory, for His Good. Thank you.
Be richly blessed children. Stay in His Word. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Monday, January 16, 2012
I was crying ...
Yea, I was crying and GOD told me ;"You don't have to cry, baby." Yea, GOD called me baby. I am a baby in the eyes of the LORD.
I was crying because I am still in a lot of pain. When you have been targeted and victimized by the wickedest demons on planet earth, you can't help but cry.
You will cry when you finally accept the fact that the one person you needed, the one person you depended on never existed. You will cry when you find out that you have been set up to be set upon by the world's greatest vultures.
You will cry when you finally accept the fact that you thought you had a God fearing mother only to realize that she is a common creature whose deeds are too foul to recount.
You will cry when you try to block out all of the sick perverted deeds she enticed her perverted husband to do to you was nothing in comparison to what they did to your brother.
You will cry when you realize why so many of your close relatives have suffered mightily at her dastardly covert hands. You will cry when you start to list all of the unexplained tragic events in your life. You will cry when you finally realize that your "mother" is that woman in Ezekiel 13.
You will scream in agony when you remember her sewing all of her little "goofer dust" pillows. You will be terrorized when you remember all of the "secret" things she did to any and everyone she got close to.
You will be horrified when you reflect on how her sick insane jealousy always controlled her. You will be tormented for not "telling" on her sooner.
Why didn't you tell your brother that she bragged about how much she secretly hated him for ruining her life? Why didn't I tell when she told me that she is the one that called the police on her son for selling drugs? Why didn't I tell him that the man he accused was innocent? He burned up the man's car and the man burned down his house.
Why didn't I ever tell my brothers all the terrible things she did to them to break up their marriages and relationships?
Why can't I tell my nieces and cousins why she will never let them enjoy a loving relationship?
Why can't I tell them that she is not human? There is no Christ in her. She is a pervert, a sociopath.
A sociopath totally void of a conscious. A woman raging with secret hatred, a demon determined to plague and destroy her entire family. A woman who secretly and savagely tried to destroy all of her children. A woman who is the exact opposite of what she pretends to be. A woman so foul and angry that she shot her own father through the heart and never flinched.
GOD told me to dry my tears, to walk in victory and that all that don't want to know, refuse to know, don't need to know.
I know that GOD encamped His host of angels all around me. I know that He lifted me out of the muck and the mire. I know that He delivered me from evil.
I know that this foul thing will rot in hell, is rotting in her own hell as I compose this blog.
I know that I am a child of the Most High King. I know I have a place at His table.
GOD told me to face this situation with a "New Boldness". GOD told me what my grandfather always told me; "Prayer changes things". Prayer will release GOD's Super Natural Power!
Children, GOD told me to tell you that you need the Holy Ghost. You need GOD's Super Natural protection from such evil. "Mathy Jane" is not the only monster, not the only closeted demon pretending to be a "preacher". She is not the only "ungodly" thing putting on a performance, lying and deceiving, enticing GOD's children into captivity.
GOD told me to tell her: "You are the fool! You took the best of everything for yourself and laughed. Yes, you drove the finest cars and wore the finest clothes. But, that was nothing." It was a mere penance of what GOD had stored up for you. He said that you foolishly and greedily fought for the crumbs from his table and refused his invitation to His banquet. He said that you never believed in Him but He always believed in you.
Children, you can take GOD's prophetic WORD for granted. You can ignore GOD's way and His plan for your life if you want to, it won't end well.
Stay in His WORD. Be abundantly blessed. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
I was crying because I am still in a lot of pain. When you have been targeted and victimized by the wickedest demons on planet earth, you can't help but cry.
You will cry when you finally accept the fact that the one person you needed, the one person you depended on never existed. You will cry when you find out that you have been set up to be set upon by the world's greatest vultures.
You will cry when you finally accept the fact that you thought you had a God fearing mother only to realize that she is a common creature whose deeds are too foul to recount.
You will cry when you try to block out all of the sick perverted deeds she enticed her perverted husband to do to you was nothing in comparison to what they did to your brother.
You will cry when you realize why so many of your close relatives have suffered mightily at her dastardly covert hands. You will cry when you start to list all of the unexplained tragic events in your life. You will cry when you finally realize that your "mother" is that woman in Ezekiel 13.
You will scream in agony when you remember her sewing all of her little "goofer dust" pillows. You will be terrorized when you remember all of the "secret" things she did to any and everyone she got close to.
You will be horrified when you reflect on how her sick insane jealousy always controlled her. You will be tormented for not "telling" on her sooner.
Why didn't you tell your brother that she bragged about how much she secretly hated him for ruining her life? Why didn't I tell when she told me that she is the one that called the police on her son for selling drugs? Why didn't I tell him that the man he accused was innocent? He burned up the man's car and the man burned down his house.
Why didn't I ever tell my brothers all the terrible things she did to them to break up their marriages and relationships?
Why can't I tell my nieces and cousins why she will never let them enjoy a loving relationship?
Why can't I tell them that she is not human? There is no Christ in her. She is a pervert, a sociopath.
A sociopath totally void of a conscious. A woman raging with secret hatred, a demon determined to plague and destroy her entire family. A woman who secretly and savagely tried to destroy all of her children. A woman who is the exact opposite of what she pretends to be. A woman so foul and angry that she shot her own father through the heart and never flinched.
GOD told me to dry my tears, to walk in victory and that all that don't want to know, refuse to know, don't need to know.
I know that GOD encamped His host of angels all around me. I know that He lifted me out of the muck and the mire. I know that He delivered me from evil.
I know that this foul thing will rot in hell, is rotting in her own hell as I compose this blog.
I know that I am a child of the Most High King. I know I have a place at His table.
GOD told me to face this situation with a "New Boldness". GOD told me what my grandfather always told me; "Prayer changes things". Prayer will release GOD's Super Natural Power!
Children, GOD told me to tell you that you need the Holy Ghost. You need GOD's Super Natural protection from such evil. "Mathy Jane" is not the only monster, not the only closeted demon pretending to be a "preacher". She is not the only "ungodly" thing putting on a performance, lying and deceiving, enticing GOD's children into captivity.
GOD told me to tell her: "You are the fool! You took the best of everything for yourself and laughed. Yes, you drove the finest cars and wore the finest clothes. But, that was nothing." It was a mere penance of what GOD had stored up for you. He said that you foolishly and greedily fought for the crumbs from his table and refused his invitation to His banquet. He said that you never believed in Him but He always believed in you.
Children, you can take GOD's prophetic WORD for granted. You can ignore GOD's way and His plan for your life if you want to, it won't end well.
Stay in His WORD. Be abundantly blessed. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
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