What I know...

"When my father and my Mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up." Psalm 27:10

Sometimes your parents don't forsake you , they are just unavailable.  So caught up in their own wretched lives they don't have time for you.  Then there are some mothers so vile, so full of anger and hatred, they hunt their own children for sport.  Put them in terrible situations just for the fun of it.  Some of these women are just sick enough, just depraved enough to think the "black arts" will protect them, prevent them from being discovered.

Of course I know now that I never was privileged enough to have a mother.   I had a "birther", a woman that gave birth to me and demanded retribution.  It's cool, I survived and we will all understand it by and by.

No one can understand the mind of a fool, of an absolute reprobate.  She set her designs on me and tortured me in some manner every day of my life.  It is her demand for secrecy that I can't understand.  How can anyone expect to do unspeakable things to innocent "loved ones" and never garner so much as a grumble, a whispered criticism?

No Mathy, it was not your superior intelligence.  It was not your brilliant "root working".  It wasn't even my desire for your love and admiration.  It was your sickness, it was your repugnance.  It was the fact that you committed acts that could not be imagined.  Never, never in the wildest imagination of some sick pornographic writer could your deeds be predicted.  I am sure there are very few individuals in the history of mankind who ever thought of doing what you did.

Your sick cruelty kept you invisible, kept you closeted, kept you undetected.  You did devise a perfect fool proof scheme.  Do any and everything you want to do.  Bludgeon all uncooperatives, any protesters.  Give token rewards to the blind robots.  Commit demonic reprehensible acts that no one can believe.  Make sure they are vile, rank and repulsive.

Take pleasure in the sickest most repugnant acts ever committed against man or beast.  Then laugh.  Back your sins and sordid nature up with your "voodoo".  Laugh, then go to some "church" and preach.

My "birther" took me to a lesbian party one time.  I think I was around twenty-nine.  It was after the "death" of my grandfather.  I was visiting her new fine home.  The one she always bragged on, the one with the bay window in the kitchen.  "Gwen! Come wid me to a party! Cynthia invited us."

The party was in a middle class neighborhood.  There were many women there, some hanging outside, some inside.  Many of them were soldiers stationed at Fort Bragg.  It was obvious that they were gay.  Some looked very butch, some very beautiful and feminine.

I saw some of my friends from high school.  *Osceola McPherson was there.  I recognized her immediately. She along with *Muri Johnson assaulted me in a game of dodge ball in the sixth grade.  Ugly bug eyed looking just like a frog *Osceola and tall jet black no hair having Watusi Muri caught me in between third base and home plate and together they targeted my head.  With all the fury of their masculine strength they pelted me in the head with that dodge ball until I lost consciousness.

I didn't come to until my teacher Mrs. Avant administered some kind of smelling salts.  I will never forget it.  Then the next week that tall ugly looking just like something that escaped from a Tarzan movie *Muri busted me in the head with a bat in a baseball game.  To this day I hate sports and will not participate.

I was surprised that my "mother" would take me to such a party and I did have to suppress my shock.  I didn't question her or call her out.  I didn't want to embarrass her.   I thought life had hurt my "mother" enough.  I always had a suspicion that she was gay.  It was obvious to me that she carried a deep hatred for men.  She was raped as a child.  I could understand.  I didn't hate men, but I sure hated that that damn Doster.  That's what we called him; "That Damn Doster".  More precisely; "That damn black a** Doster".  She pretended to hate him.  For some strange reason she kept screwing him after she divorced him.  I think it was because he would do things that her new husband refused to do.

Why did she take me to that party?  Was she trying to see if I was gay?  No, Mathy, I'm not gay.  I am nothing at all thanks to you.  I am "asexual", a frigid non sexual.  I am not homo or heterosexual.  You went too far in your abuse.  I know that you don't care.  Nothing has ever so much as phased you.

Of course I would rather not know these things about you, but they must be known.  People need to understand that Satan wishes to sift them as wheat.  It is absolutely true, the devil is walking the earth, to and fro seeking whom he shall destroy.  People need to suit up.  They must put on the whole armor of GOD.  Without GOD you are defenseless.  You can not win with out Christ.

GOD has called us out of that darkness.  You are repulsive.   You did sink to the lowest depths of sin but you are still a child of GOD.  GOD is still healing me and he certainly protected me from you and your kind.

He that hath ears, let him hear.  "There is a balm in Gilead to heal the sin sick heart."  You can be a wayward hardheaded impertinent miscreant if you want to.  You will not get away.  May you be richly blessed and healed.  May GOD's Holy Spirit encamp all around you.  May you come into the true knowledge of His Goodness, Mercy and Grace.  May your broken heart be healed.

"Know ye the Truth and the Truth will set you free!"  Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."

Much Love, Peace and Happiness'
Rachel