I always believed in spirits.

I always did, because I always saw them. I didn't know other people did not see and hear spirits until I was way past grown.

When I say I have seen and know spirits, just trust me. I don't have time to recount all of my spiritual encounters today.

It seems to me I came here clairvoyant. I came here knowing. My grandmother declaring; "Dat gal been heah befo'!"; was no surprise to me. I came her knowing that I didn't like her. I never liked that "Mathy Jane".

 Who could? The b**** is evil as the day is long. And not too "secretly", either. I knew she was evil. She knew she was evil. My granddaddy knew she was evil. He warned me about her often. He would warn her about her witchcraft and "root working" right in front of me. She would just laugh, this hideous sick blood curdling laugh. But, for some reason, we let her be evil, and simply pretended that we didn't know, or don't know.

I remember conning myself, saying shit like; ""That's impossible! Mothers don't hate their own children! Their only daughter... It is impossible for anyone to be as manipulative and conniving as I think my mother really is."

Bullshit!  I am living proof there is a GOD! AGOOD GOOD THAT SITS HIGH AND LOOKS LOW!

S/he was. As a matter of fact, my "mother" was worse than .rump. I do believe as common as that maggot is, he loves his children.  My "mother" hated all of us. Pretended to be so furious , so tough, such a fucking bully. The bitch was nothing but a cowardly faggot., a fucking piss ant.

Some of my relatives claim that they don't believe me. I know they know better. They are just scared, that's all. I can't say that I much blame them. We have all seen her do some "thangs"

"What am seen can't be denied!" is what the old former slave kept declaring to the WPA interviewers. He was telling the oral historian how this "mystic" slave healed a horse that was bleeding to death from a lacerated aorta. "Jest run his hand long that open wound...blood clotted up..right den. He saved dat hoss, sho' did. What am seen, can't be denied."

I don't have time to wait on your unbelief. I press on.... That woman is an evil "root working" demon. "Jesus warned you! That Book warns you. If you ain't got no better sense than to 'sociate wid a demon, you jest go right on!...stay way from me."

Well getting old doesn't ensure you sainthood. The Bible says that you will "wax worse and worse." If you need evidence, I have some for you. If you need proof. I have it. Now, you would think that she would be thinking about salvation. Yea, you would think that. I assure you the only thing this rank demon has on her mind is more pain, more anguish.

Jesus! I almost felt sorry for her. But, GOD will not let me feel sorry for someone so wicked, so disrespectful.

Getting away with evil for eighty years doesn't make it right or excusable. Ignoring her is cowardly and disrespectful to GOD.

If you truly love the LORD you will not let some sick reprobate smear his good name.

Do the best you can family. Pray for GOD's courage, His Wisdom.

Continue to be blessed.

Her evil cruelty was just another part of life. Kind of like thunderstorms or hail. You had to take her "good" with her "bad". No, there was never an abundance of "good". But, you sure better pretend like there was.

The c*** made us celebrate normal shit. S*** like buying groceries. She bought groceries ONCE a month! A family of seven people living off of a car trunk full of groceries from the commissary for a whole month! I loved school lunch. I really did. They let us go back for seconds, and thirds. The food was fresh, well made and healthy. No, we were not poor. She drove a new Cadillac! Wore minks stoles and coats. She had money, just none for us. Criticize her, mumble if you wanted too, you would be sorry.

You better not catch her in a lie either. Catch her in a lie and tell her. You would rue the day.