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Wednesday, December 31, 2014
"Denial" is a mental prison, ...
a total wasteland. I know because I languished there for nearly sixty years. Sure, I had hints and I had evidence. I did not have the courage, nor the slightest desire to know my truth. I am not complaining. I know it is a part of GOD's plan, His Divine Order.
I always felt like a mere spectator in my own life. Always shocked. Always;"No she didn't!…what a common whore!" Every one always walking away, heads shaking, but no one daring to confront her except for Jerome Walters.
The "Common as bat shit, common as bat shit." reference always lingering in the back of my mind. Plot after plot revealed to me by what I thought was a careless comment. Every morning, noon and night of every day, all day, for every day I associated with her , she had to remind of of how "tragically black I was."
Praise GOD Almighty, I accepted my grandfather's apologies for her ignorance. "Don't pay no 'tention to yo'mama …she ignut." That was it. Granddaddy never shared how she must have totured his life. She told me that she tried to kill him when she was sixteen.
She was still very proud seventy years after the fact."Mr. Wifford had to wrestle duh shotgun out my hands."
"Why were you trying to kill granddaddy?" "Cause he wuz running' 'round on my mama!…spending the tobacco money on sum 'ho."
Granddaddy had too much of that stoic, Victorian chivalry for me. He didn't curse. I heard him say shit, very slowly, through gritted teeth, three times. He was forgiving. He loved my mother. He never gave up on her. ["He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me."]
Did Mathy know she was milking her rapes and brother's tragic death to manipulate her way in life? If the truth be known, Mathy's emotional maturity never reached beyond that of a toddler. "Mine mentality". A two year old toddler sincerely believes everything is theirs! Everything! They know no boundaries. My daughter used to demand to put her fingers up my nostrils. She demanded to pull my earlobes while she sucked her thumb.
I understood. She was two. But an adult that is just as selfish, but keenly aware and extremely manipulative, will make for a very sad life for an entire family, clan, generation after generation without a reality check.
"It is what it is!" Enough! Live in "Denial" if you want to. Live there without me.
I press on.
Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 31, 2014 All rights reserved.]
I always felt like a mere spectator in my own life. Always shocked. Always;"No she didn't!…what a common whore!" Every one always walking away, heads shaking, but no one daring to confront her except for Jerome Walters.
The "Common as bat shit, common as bat shit." reference always lingering in the back of my mind. Plot after plot revealed to me by what I thought was a careless comment. Every morning, noon and night of every day, all day, for every day I associated with her , she had to remind of of how "tragically black I was."
Praise GOD Almighty, I accepted my grandfather's apologies for her ignorance. "Don't pay no 'tention to yo'mama …she ignut." That was it. Granddaddy never shared how she must have totured his life. She told me that she tried to kill him when she was sixteen.
She was still very proud seventy years after the fact."Mr. Wifford had to wrestle duh shotgun out my hands."
"Why were you trying to kill granddaddy?" "Cause he wuz running' 'round on my mama!…spending the tobacco money on sum 'ho."
Granddaddy had too much of that stoic, Victorian chivalry for me. He didn't curse. I heard him say shit, very slowly, through gritted teeth, three times. He was forgiving. He loved my mother. He never gave up on her. ["He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me."]
Did Mathy know she was milking her rapes and brother's tragic death to manipulate her way in life? If the truth be known, Mathy's emotional maturity never reached beyond that of a toddler. "Mine mentality". A two year old toddler sincerely believes everything is theirs! Everything! They know no boundaries. My daughter used to demand to put her fingers up my nostrils. She demanded to pull my earlobes while she sucked her thumb.
I understood. She was two. But an adult that is just as selfish, but keenly aware and extremely manipulative, will make for a very sad life for an entire family, clan, generation after generation without a reality check.
"It is what it is!" Enough! Live in "Denial" if you want to. Live there without me.
Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 31, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
"Water seeks it's own level"
Just one of the pearls of wisdom my grandfather shared with me. My grandfather was not preachy in any way. He would admonish you, once, perhaps twice.
"Never waste your breath on a fool baby….. and shun all evil. Nevah do anything you wud be 'shame to admit you did."
That makes sense. When confronted , do you put on a phony show of sagrine and outrage by putting on the most outrageous vulgar performance conceivable!? You know no one wants to go through anything like that with you again. Will you grab a firearm, knife, machete,… are you going to cut the fool? Did you establish a reputation for "fool cutting" early in life? Will you lie! ? Will you spin two thousand lies in two minutes hoping one will stick?
At least one of my mother's "personalities" knew that she was what she considered and the world considers very "common". A "common female" is hated by all of society, in all societies, in all cultures. All cultures practice a double standard when it comes to "sexual practices" or promiscuity. A man is considered a player, a woman is not just a whore, she is a nasty common whore. That's life. That is our wrong "truth". I did not make the ignorant madness that holds this stinking world together. I will not be part of anyone's continued stupidity either.
I PRESS ON!
A woman is held to a much higher standard than any man. GOD made woman the "nurturer", the "protector" of the child for a reason. When a woman fails as a mother, as a matriarch, that is pretty bad news.
Pretending the the truth is not so, will not help us. I will not continue to let this demon defeat me simply because she coos so loudly, so sincerely, so convincingly. A leopard can not change his spots, at least this one didn't.
Quit playing children! You want a tattoo ? Tattoo this on your body; ' I was born for Greatness! If I am to Be, What I want to Be, It is UP TO ME!"
Quit being a loser! Quit sitting in the bottom of a pit whining! Get up! Read! Pursue true knowledge! Read! Learn to think for yourself! Practice discernment! Pray!!!!!!!!!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 30, 2014 All rights reserved.]
"Never waste your breath on a fool baby….. and shun all evil. Nevah do anything you wud be 'shame to admit you did."
That makes sense. When confronted , do you put on a phony show of sagrine and outrage by putting on the most outrageous vulgar performance conceivable!? You know no one wants to go through anything like that with you again. Will you grab a firearm, knife, machete,… are you going to cut the fool? Did you establish a reputation for "fool cutting" early in life? Will you lie! ? Will you spin two thousand lies in two minutes hoping one will stick?
At least one of my mother's "personalities" knew that she was what she considered and the world considers very "common". A "common female" is hated by all of society, in all societies, in all cultures. All cultures practice a double standard when it comes to "sexual practices" or promiscuity. A man is considered a player, a woman is not just a whore, she is a nasty common whore. That's life. That is our wrong "truth". I did not make the ignorant madness that holds this stinking world together. I will not be part of anyone's continued stupidity either.
I PRESS ON!
A woman is held to a much higher standard than any man. GOD made woman the "nurturer", the "protector" of the child for a reason. When a woman fails as a mother, as a matriarch, that is pretty bad news.
Pretending the the truth is not so, will not help us. I will not continue to let this demon defeat me simply because she coos so loudly, so sincerely, so convincingly. A leopard can not change his spots, at least this one didn't.
Quit playing children! You want a tattoo ? Tattoo this on your body; ' I was born for Greatness! If I am to Be, What I want to Be, It is UP TO ME!"
Quit being a loser! Quit sitting in the bottom of a pit whining! Get up! Read! Pursue true knowledge! Read! Learn to think for yourself! Practice discernment! Pray!!!!!!!!!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 30, 2014 All rights reserved.]
A Whiter Shade Of Pale - Procol Harum
Thank you Jesus. Thank you for daily clarity and daily blessings. Thank you for thwarting satan's most brilliant plan.
Nothing went the way she planned. Did she really think my father would marry her as promised? She claimed no "good" man wanted her because; "I already had you churin'…. I loved my churin' … niggas didn't want to marry no woman wid a ready made family."
That sounded reasonable to me. Then; "I didn't even know whur babies came from! … ignut ass nigga parents didn't tell me shit! …always talking 'bout babies come out duh cabbage patch!"
"Mother! You lived on a farm!…How could you not know where babies came from!?"
"Shit! I didn't know what dey wuz doing! …I thought dey wuz having some kind of fit ugh sumpin'."
Now Martha knew that I knew better, but she knew I would accept this explanation. I would not take it further. to take any disagreement with Martha further than she wanted was going to lead to some very bad words, threats, insults and some witchcraft. It was best to let it go, let it slid, the argument and retribution was not worth the pain. Plus, she was old, how bad could she be at 80?
Little did I know!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 30, 2014 All rights reserved."
Nothing went the way she planned. Did she really think my father would marry her as promised? She claimed no "good" man wanted her because; "I already had you churin'…. I loved my churin' … niggas didn't want to marry no woman wid a ready made family."
That sounded reasonable to me. Then; "I didn't even know whur babies came from! … ignut ass nigga parents didn't tell me shit! …always talking 'bout babies come out duh cabbage patch!"
"Mother! You lived on a farm!…How could you not know where babies came from!?"
"Shit! I didn't know what dey wuz doing! …I thought dey wuz having some kind of fit ugh sumpin'."
Now Martha knew that I knew better, but she knew I would accept this explanation. I would not take it further. to take any disagreement with Martha further than she wanted was going to lead to some very bad words, threats, insults and some witchcraft. It was best to let it go, let it slid, the argument and retribution was not worth the pain. Plus, she was old, how bad could she be at 80?
Little did I know!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 30, 2014 All rights reserved."
Monday, December 29, 2014
Wrong can never be made right.
It just can't. Obviously, you can not "unring" a bell. "What's done is done." was the message my "mother" sent me. True, "what is done is done, and can't be undone." But, you can be sorry, you can be remorseful. How can you twist your devious mind up to blame me? I am the child! You got here first! I could not buy your nonsense about my being "too dark". Nor could I believe you had or deserved some leg up or better "favor" for the color of your skin.
I did believe you were that stupid. I know so many people that stupid. It is one thing to be attracted to someone because of the color of their skin, but for a person falsely believing that "pigmentation" entitles them to be "common" or abusive in any way is ridiculous.
Proceed with caution, impatient , "don't believe shit stank", know-it-all, young person. I said "young person" because "youth" is justifiable stupidity. However, there is a time limit. Once you make that "mistake", learn from it, don't "wallow" in it.
Do not live in "Denial". Denial is a wasteland, that "throw-ED away place" where selfish evil narcissistic mothers's conveniently leave their children. Why would a lying whore that never cared about you in life, waste one moment being concerned with the quality of your life after she is long dead? She died lying, pretending, cursing, blocking, plotting, and attempting to ensure her phony name, phony preaching and phony mothering would last. So, she left all of her children in a wasteland. Left us hating and distrusting each other. Not speaking, not calling, not caring.
I am the fool. She convinced them that I was the one that wanted revenge. Well, I have decided, if my family is as dumb as Martha claimed, who needs them? Not enough to live in "Denial" with my "family".
It is a complete wasteland. There is no love there, only lies, the memory of an imaginary "mother" that never existed. Generations after generations of potentially brilliant children will be lost for every. They will never know how close they came to winning.
Is GOD to blame? No! What if you give up the right for the wrong? What if you are much too terrified to face your dreadful truth?
Then, you die and early death. You waste in the wasteland, your demonic mother created for you.
I press on! Remember;"Aprat from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 29, 2014 All rights reserved.]
I did believe you were that stupid. I know so many people that stupid. It is one thing to be attracted to someone because of the color of their skin, but for a person falsely believing that "pigmentation" entitles them to be "common" or abusive in any way is ridiculous.
Proceed with caution, impatient , "don't believe shit stank", know-it-all, young person. I said "young person" because "youth" is justifiable stupidity. However, there is a time limit. Once you make that "mistake", learn from it, don't "wallow" in it.
Do not live in "Denial". Denial is a wasteland, that "throw-ED away place" where selfish evil narcissistic mothers's conveniently leave their children. Why would a lying whore that never cared about you in life, waste one moment being concerned with the quality of your life after she is long dead? She died lying, pretending, cursing, blocking, plotting, and attempting to ensure her phony name, phony preaching and phony mothering would last. So, she left all of her children in a wasteland. Left us hating and distrusting each other. Not speaking, not calling, not caring.
I am the fool. She convinced them that I was the one that wanted revenge. Well, I have decided, if my family is as dumb as Martha claimed, who needs them? Not enough to live in "Denial" with my "family".
It is a complete wasteland. There is no love there, only lies, the memory of an imaginary "mother" that never existed. Generations after generations of potentially brilliant children will be lost for every. They will never know how close they came to winning.
Is GOD to blame? No! What if you give up the right for the wrong? What if you are much too terrified to face your dreadful truth?
Then, you die and early death. You waste in the wasteland, your demonic mother created for you.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 29, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Saturday, December 27, 2014
BRUNO MARS SHOCKS THE WORLD WITH THIS PERFORMANCE
Love is the answer. Love will always be the answer.
Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
Dear LORD, create in me a clean heart. Re-new in me the right spirit.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 29, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
Dear LORD, create in me a clean heart. Re-new in me the right spirit.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 29, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Friday, December 26, 2014
My people perish ...
All people perish for lack of knowledge, for blindly following the crowd.
Why did you let some "tattoo artist" scribble all over your body? It is alright if that is something you wanted to do for you. But when you start desecrating your body to be accepted, to give others a certain impression, you are in trouble, you are a blind follower, a helpless consumer. You are a drone, a worker bee, a mindless docile volunteer slave.
You have no ambition. So why are you living? Did or do you still believe her? This poor broken harlot welcomed you into the world to bear her filth! No mother in heaven, on earth or in hell would deliberately put their children through what our mother put us through, then die without so much as an "excuse me", "I beg your pardon", or "my bad."
My mother left me with a "FUCK YOU!" No, she didn't come out and say it exactly that way, as an 87 year old mother of the church. She used her granddaughter to level the final blow. "Grandmu said XXX ain't nun of yo' daddy! XXXX is YO' DADDY!"
I was 58 years old and this old bitch was still slapping the shit out of me.
Why did she do that? In her mind I hurt her. I hurt her deeply by remembering her past, by throwing it up in her face. It was all my fault. I was the cause of it. She always declared that loudly as she persuaded my brothers to hate me with a passion. According to my mother, I think too much of myself. I am unforgiving. I want revenge. I am a liar and only GOD and her "flying monkeys" know what else she made me out to be.
If you are a satan worshipper and you are truly demonic and you spike your hair and cover yourself in piercings, spikes, nails and needles, I appreciate the heads up.
But, don't have satan lurking, living, luxuriating in your heart, and you think I'm going to be your next victim! You better think again! Talking "Jesus" while not living "Jesus" does not impress me (or GOD).
The Bible says that a "dog will return to his vomit." He sure will. There are many men and women that care absolutely nothing for their children until they become successful. Say, graduate from Boston University, become successful in a lucrative career, after everyone laughed, scorned her and said it could not be done.
I want to announce to any and all predatory snakes, a daughter needs a DADDY when she is a child. No "Johnny come lately"s.
I was eight years old and proudly shared with my grandfather that I was traveling to Richmond, Virginia, to met my father for the first time in my life. My grandfather stood very still and very tall…before declaring; "Call duh nigga Misthur!"
If granddaddy thought eight was a little late for a "daddy" to come around, what would he think of some one trying to play "daddy" to a 30 year old?
"Live right in this world, it will will pay off when you come to the end of life's way". Brother Strickland, Around the Markethouse, Fayetteville, North Carolina.
[Excerpt fromTHE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 26, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Why did you let some "tattoo artist" scribble all over your body? It is alright if that is something you wanted to do for you. But when you start desecrating your body to be accepted, to give others a certain impression, you are in trouble, you are a blind follower, a helpless consumer. You are a drone, a worker bee, a mindless docile volunteer slave.
You have no ambition. So why are you living? Did or do you still believe her? This poor broken harlot welcomed you into the world to bear her filth! No mother in heaven, on earth or in hell would deliberately put their children through what our mother put us through, then die without so much as an "excuse me", "I beg your pardon", or "my bad."
My mother left me with a "FUCK YOU!" No, she didn't come out and say it exactly that way, as an 87 year old mother of the church. She used her granddaughter to level the final blow. "Grandmu said XXX ain't nun of yo' daddy! XXXX is YO' DADDY!"
I was 58 years old and this old bitch was still slapping the shit out of me.
Why did she do that? In her mind I hurt her. I hurt her deeply by remembering her past, by throwing it up in her face. It was all my fault. I was the cause of it. She always declared that loudly as she persuaded my brothers to hate me with a passion. According to my mother, I think too much of myself. I am unforgiving. I want revenge. I am a liar and only GOD and her "flying monkeys" know what else she made me out to be.
If you are a satan worshipper and you are truly demonic and you spike your hair and cover yourself in piercings, spikes, nails and needles, I appreciate the heads up.
But, don't have satan lurking, living, luxuriating in your heart, and you think I'm going to be your next victim! You better think again! Talking "Jesus" while not living "Jesus" does not impress me (or GOD).
The Bible says that a "dog will return to his vomit." He sure will. There are many men and women that care absolutely nothing for their children until they become successful. Say, graduate from Boston University, become successful in a lucrative career, after everyone laughed, scorned her and said it could not be done.
I want to announce to any and all predatory snakes, a daughter needs a DADDY when she is a child. No "Johnny come lately"s.
I was eight years old and proudly shared with my grandfather that I was traveling to Richmond, Virginia, to met my father for the first time in my life. My grandfather stood very still and very tall…before declaring; "Call duh nigga Misthur!"
If granddaddy thought eight was a little late for a "daddy" to come around, what would he think of some one trying to play "daddy" to a 30 year old?
[Excerpt fromTHE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 26, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Make your blessing ...
more than rhetoric , your praise more than show. I never would have believed, no one could have told me my mother's "praise" was a complete put on, a show, to throw the innocent off of her trail. And perhaps deep inside there was once a sincere desire to love and serve the LORD. (When was her innocences lost forever? and how?) Mathy's great (secret) success with conjure rendered her satan's helpless slave. My mother was satan's bitch!
Mathy had a few stumbling blocks; pathological lying and a proclivity for extreme violence. She was was human. I am sure her savage rapes left her terrified, as it did me.
It was like my "mind" just crossed over into another dimension. GOD put me into a semi-conscious state. He did not let me commit murder. (Praise the LORD) He told me to "press on in His name". That is exactly what I did.
He promised to make my enemies my footstool. (Praise the LORD) That is what He did! In the book of Proverbs, GOD tells us through King Solomon (a black man, not that it should matter); 'If you dig one ditch, you better dig two.'
GOD does NOT Lie! Why so many people blindly follow "old slew foot" I will never know. My mother claimed some bullshit about "urges". This poor fallen woman (thought she was brilliant, GOD's gift to man) slithers up to me at age 14!; "I know you have urges ….if you eva' need anything … rubbers, emco…jest tell me and I'll get it fuh you."
Alarm, Alarm, Alarm went off in my head immediately. (This bitch is trying to trick me! 'Muthaf******* if you don't get the f*** out my face!'; was the look I gave her. I just stared at her, said no thanks and walked away.
Little did I know old "slew foot" had completely taken over my mother, totally invaded her covetous, insanely jealous, envious, ignorant spirit.
"Eva'body always told me daddy was a fool! Bought all dat damn land down dare in duh swamp!"
(Just who did this whore think she was talking to? First of all granddaddy's land was not in a "swamp", and if it was such bad land, why was the the Government paying him to NOT grow tobacco?
Caught! You are caught red handed satan! Mathy Jane may have been dumb enough to fear and serve you. I am not! "As for me and my house we will serve the LORD!"
The Holy Ghost is something that you can NOT fake. Consequences for your own actions can not be avoided or dumped at someone else's feet. You can not see GOD moving with the naked eye, it is something you just have to know, have faith in.
My granddaddy knew. No matter how many idiots surrounded him, blocked him, lied on him and finally MURDERED him, JEROME WALTERS kept the faith!
My mother always complained that GOD was "too slow". No Mathy Jane, GOD is always right on time!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 26, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Mathy had a few stumbling blocks; pathological lying and a proclivity for extreme violence. She was was human. I am sure her savage rapes left her terrified, as it did me.
It was like my "mind" just crossed over into another dimension. GOD put me into a semi-conscious state. He did not let me commit murder. (Praise the LORD) He told me to "press on in His name". That is exactly what I did.
He promised to make my enemies my footstool. (Praise the LORD) That is what He did! In the book of Proverbs, GOD tells us through King Solomon (a black man, not that it should matter); 'If you dig one ditch, you better dig two.'
GOD does NOT Lie! Why so many people blindly follow "old slew foot" I will never know. My mother claimed some bullshit about "urges". This poor fallen woman (thought she was brilliant, GOD's gift to man) slithers up to me at age 14!; "I know you have urges ….if you eva' need anything … rubbers, emco…jest tell me and I'll get it fuh you."
Alarm, Alarm, Alarm went off in my head immediately. (This bitch is trying to trick me! 'Muthaf******* if you don't get the f*** out my face!'; was the look I gave her. I just stared at her, said no thanks and walked away.
Little did I know old "slew foot" had completely taken over my mother, totally invaded her covetous, insanely jealous, envious, ignorant spirit.
"Eva'body always told me daddy was a fool! Bought all dat damn land down dare in duh swamp!"
(Just who did this whore think she was talking to? First of all granddaddy's land was not in a "swamp", and if it was such bad land, why was the the Government paying him to NOT grow tobacco?
The Holy Ghost is something that you can NOT fake. Consequences for your own actions can not be avoided or dumped at someone else's feet. You can not see GOD moving with the naked eye, it is something you just have to know, have faith in.
My mother always complained that GOD was "too slow". No Mathy Jane, GOD is always right on time!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 26, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Merry Christmas!
Dear LORD, thank you for another Christmas, another opportunity to get it right. An opportunity to learn that if any man love father, mother, kit or kin, more than he loves GOD, he is NOT worthy of the KINGDOM!
I do sincerely wish ALL of my kit and kin a very Merry Christmas.
"Do the best you can."; Jerome Walters
I do sincerely wish ALL of my kit and kin a very Merry Christmas.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
I pray that all the fear planted in you ...
will be rooted out. Yank it out LORD! Pray for GOD to remove it from you. Fear is blocking your blessings, your gifts. Fear has retarded you, rendered you defenseless , hopeless, lost. That is what that heifer wanted because she was that common. She was as common as the people in Wade Station, NC declared. As a matter of fact she was far worse.
Well, you can sit down there in that early grave she dug for you or you can get up. Get up and tell the truth for once in your life! This bitch had the right to sneer, to cast dispersions on me, knowing full well she was the Jezebel, a sadist, a psychopath, a sociopath, a thing without a name.
"Well you duh fool." "Don't piss on my grave when I'm dead!"; poor Mathy's last words. Children, don't you dare let PRIDE keep you out of the kingdom.
Well, you can sit down there in that early grave she dug for you or you can get up. Get up and tell the truth for once in your life! This bitch had the right to sneer, to cast dispersions on me, knowing full well she was the Jezebel, a sadist, a psychopath, a sociopath, a thing without a name.
"Well you duh fool." "Don't piss on my grave when I'm dead!"; poor Mathy's last words. Children, don't you dare let PRIDE keep you out of the kingdom.
You got your "mojo" working ...
When true believers of GOD are so terrified, so broken, so cast down by their evil mothers, they refuse to get up. Dear LORD, when a brilliant medical doctor is so destroyed by his own mother, he can't face the truth, send him your strength LORD! Open his eyes wide, unstop his deaf ears, reveal her demonic plan, make it clear LORD.
Dear LORD, when a brilliant musician turns his back on his horn, his gift from You, his salvation, open his eyes wide LORD, unstop his deaf ears.
And Dear LORD, examine the hearts and minds of all my kindred, save them LORD, if it be thy will! In the Mighty Name of JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD I PRAY!
AND IT IS DONE!
Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing."
Dear LORD, I pray a special blessing upon every reader of this blog today. Melt their hearts! Reach their souls, soothe and massage their tired worn, bedraggled bodies with your strong hands. Renew in them a right mind, a clean heart. GO forth LORD, healing, redeeming!
Thank you for doing it for me LORD! Thank you for JEROME WALTERS telling me; "Don't worry dawthur…Jesus will fix it!" And thank you for enabling me to keep this Faith! Spread your faith LORD! Give it to ALL and any that ask!
Open our dull understanding LORD!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 24, 2014 All rights reserved.]
A very fine ...
Your problem is compounded when this person of beauty and charisma, practices witchcraft. Layer that situation with terror and deep, incomprehensible primitive ignorance. That beast , that coward, started beating, raping you as an infant because she was a spoiled , selfish, sadistic, ignorant whore!
She may get away for 87 years. Some may still worship the ground she walked on. I can't do it. I refuse. Not only is it disrespectful to GOD, it is a serious ABOMINATION THAT MUST BE KNOWN!
"Though he slay me, yet will I serve the LORD!" Children, "he" is satan or evil. Not any ordinary evil either. While this apathetic, selfish, uncaring world is being seduced by such harlots (in our very churches) we ALL suffer.
Break their bond LORD! Break the chains these evil incestuous whores bind their sons with. Expose them LORD! Every last one of them! Cast them down!
I can clearly remember my grandmother, Rachel Walters, telling my mother Martha Jane Walters,:"If you will lie, you will steal, if you steal you will kill." She did not lie. Of course Mathy refused to listen.
You know how her life ended. Children, what ever you do, never be a fake. If you hate GOD, go ahead and hate Him, but never pretend. Never crawl up in pulpit preaching when you know full well you are dead wrong. When you know full well you are dragging demons you invited into your heart. And most of all never target someone that truly loves the LORD.
"It will not end well."
Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 24, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Otis Redding Glory Of Love Video]
The Glory of Love was something satan and his minions tried desperately to deprive me of.
They did not succeed! GOD placed me in the tender mothering arms of my grandfather, Jerome Walters and then gave me the World's best daughter.
PRAISE THE LORD!
They did not succeed! GOD placed me in the tender mothering arms of my grandfather, Jerome Walters and then gave me the World's best daughter.
PRAISE THE LORD!
On the wings of a snow white dove...
I am so excited, I can not sit still! All I can do is Praise the LORD! Hallelujah! GOD saved Me! I was four years old! GOD told me that my life would be rugged! THE DEAR LORD SPOKE DIRECTLY TO ME! WHISPERED GENTLY IN MY EAR! Four years old, on my knees, facing backwards, in a powder blue 1952 Fairlane Ford, speeding down the dusty road leading from my grandfather's farm. I remember grandaddy, Jerome Walters, standing there, his heart broken, tears in his eyes, tears in my eyes, waving. I waved until granddaddy disappeared behind the tall pine trees that surrounded his farm. Two little black bastards being hauled off against our will. This heifer, this interloper, that we barely knew, came by with her new husband.
I am sure that beast demanded us! Suddenly wanted to be our "mother" when we were out of diapers and she heard that marrying a US.soldier meant an instant allotment check. "Pin these luddle nigglins on this chump, and I'm home free!"
Our introduction to our new found "mother" was HOT SOAPY ENEMAS! I told my granddaddy and they suddenly stopped.
From that moment on, we suffered in the belly of a beast! A harlot, a promiscuous, nymphomaniac, pedophile, that hide in the Church! Plastered JESUS on her lips and lived the life of complete debauchery for 87 years!
I watched my mother study her Bible almost every day of her long life. I know now she had no desire to live right, to honor GOD. (This poor foolish fallen woman falsely believed that SHE could outwit GOD the same way she did her "loved ones".) She was searching for scripture to enslave us. Like her, I also studied my Bible. I did not search for ways to be a successful predator or how to use conjure and voodoo. I do not quote scripture to appear to be something I am not.
I searched the scripture searching for a solution, searching for escape from this monster that held me by the throat, chocking the very life out of me with her ignorance, savagery, and barbarism. She kept us in a capsule of shame! satan and this imp had us bound!
She told us to NEVER get baptized by going "under the water" . She told us that when we got sprinkled at ages 13 and 14, was enough. She told us to NEVER read the book of Revelation!
Well I got baptized! I read the book of Revelation and discovered my "mother"!
Dear LORD, thank you for opening MY eyes! Unstopping MY ears. Dear LORD, if it be thy will do the same for my five brothers, for ALL my kit and kin. In the mighty name Jesus Christ OUR LORD, I pray.
Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing!"
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 23, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Monday, December 22, 2014
Otis Redding - White Christmas
It was the Christmas of 1978, my mother demanded that I come home for Christmas. I declined. Christmases with her were very predictable. She was going to get "drunk" again and cuss me like a dog. She was going to spew her filthy venom on me and I would be forced to take it. I was going to have to listen to how I wasn't shit and was never going to be shit.
She was not going to give me a good present , "on account of she never had any money for me" , "on account of my begging ass, worthless ass brothers." But we were going to have a grand old time eating and celebrating together as a family.
I could not bear it. Limited contact was my choice. Was Atlanta far enough away? I did hate not being able to go home. I was truly feed up with this bitch and her shenanigans. I hated not spending time with my granddaddy… but Mathy Jane! I could not take it this year! Thanksgiving (1978) was enough!
February 10, 1979, too late. The deed was done. So, what did this old root worker do when she managed to escape punishment for HER FATHER'S MURDER? This dummy falsely believed she had power, rather than believe the truth.
Granddaddy was an old black man, he was 84 and feeble. The Fayetteville Police Department had no time for "nigger shit". Shit, niggers were always acting the fool, killing each other, raping and molesting their own children, telling lies and wearing GOD out with their phony praise.
No, Martha, I do not wish you were here. If the pure truth be known, I am very glad you are gone. I do wish all such women, all such human beings like you, will soon join you.
I am still trying to find out what you gained, how did you benefit? So, your ruined your medical doctor son! You ruined your son that is a great musician. I have no idea of the great talents my oldest brother could possibly possess. After all he was my uncle up until a few years before your death.
I just wanted to be a published author , a college professor. You put your filthy feet on all of our heads , falsely accusing US of ruining your life.
All of the talents and gifts that you saw in us, were yours. So, essentially you were jealous of yourself.
My LORD! My LORD!
Come ye out from among them children. Come to the light.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 22, 2014 All rights reserved.]
She was not going to give me a good present , "on account of she never had any money for me" , "on account of my begging ass, worthless ass brothers." But we were going to have a grand old time eating and celebrating together as a family.
I could not bear it. Limited contact was my choice. Was Atlanta far enough away? I did hate not being able to go home. I was truly feed up with this bitch and her shenanigans. I hated not spending time with my granddaddy… but Mathy Jane! I could not take it this year! Thanksgiving (1978) was enough!
February 10, 1979, too late. The deed was done. So, what did this old root worker do when she managed to escape punishment for HER FATHER'S MURDER? This dummy falsely believed she had power, rather than believe the truth.
Granddaddy was an old black man, he was 84 and feeble. The Fayetteville Police Department had no time for "nigger shit". Shit, niggers were always acting the fool, killing each other, raping and molesting their own children, telling lies and wearing GOD out with their phony praise.
No, Martha, I do not wish you were here. If the pure truth be known, I am very glad you are gone. I do wish all such women, all such human beings like you, will soon join you.
I am still trying to find out what you gained, how did you benefit? So, your ruined your medical doctor son! You ruined your son that is a great musician. I have no idea of the great talents my oldest brother could possibly possess. After all he was my uncle up until a few years before your death.
I just wanted to be a published author , a college professor. You put your filthy feet on all of our heads , falsely accusing US of ruining your life.
All of the talents and gifts that you saw in us, were yours. So, essentially you were jealous of yourself.
My LORD! My LORD!
Come ye out from among them children. Come to the light.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 22, 2014 All rights reserved.]
BBC Otis Redding & Friends Stax Volt Revue (1967) on BRAVE TV NETWORK
Just some musical background as you discover your true enemies, as you learn your Redeemer lives. As you learn that GOD does NOT care what you did in your past. It is forgiven. But, don't you ever fake. Never let satan influence you, because you are full of pure hatred, refuse to accept any responsibility for your own actions and became a filthy creep. It won't end well.
I tried to feel sorry for my mother but she very poudlyy and very loudly blasted me with; "I AIN'T REPENTIN' FUH SHIT!"
WARNING; satan is trickster and YOU CAN NOT WIN!
I tried to feel sorry for my mother but she very poudlyy and very loudly blasted me with; "I AIN'T REPENTIN' FUH SHIT!"
WARNING; satan is trickster and YOU CAN NOT WIN!
Otis Redding Pain In My Heart Video]
No LORD! It can't be true! I argued with GOD! I found His truth to be incredulous, unbelievable. NO!!! I can change her! All she needs is love, understanding, admonish her gently, she will change.
At the time I did not know that her dabbling in witchcraft was truly demonic. I never asked her what happened to the monsters she conjured from graves, to help her succeed in what ever evil plan she set her corrupt mind on for that day.
Don't come by Mathy's house driving a new car, telling her of your new house, don't have on any expensive clothes, don't be blessed with physical beauty. (*close cousins, did you ever notice how you always lost one shoe, or the skirt or pants to a beautiful suit? She wanted to remind you of what you lost. And the article of clothing she stole was for her brand of witchcraft.) Did you ever wash you face, in your own bath cloth, only to discover to your horror it was full of SHIT!?
Do not get a compliment in her presence, YOU WILL BE MADE TO SUFFER MIGHTILY!
I finally figured out why she MURDERED granddaddy. For years Martha drove granddaddy up to the Branch Banking and Trust,on Haymount Hill, to deposit money into the account that he kept for his "other grandchildren". The children of the brother she hated.
She plotted on a way to get her greedy hands on that money, that only she deserved, still emotionally a toddler. She MURDERED him! Never flinched and took that money and bought a "fabulous home in a white neighborhood."
GOD SAID NO!!!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 22, 2014 All rights reserved.]
At the time I did not know that her dabbling in witchcraft was truly demonic. I never asked her what happened to the monsters she conjured from graves, to help her succeed in what ever evil plan she set her corrupt mind on for that day.
Don't come by Mathy's house driving a new car, telling her of your new house, don't have on any expensive clothes, don't be blessed with physical beauty. (*close cousins, did you ever notice how you always lost one shoe, or the skirt or pants to a beautiful suit? She wanted to remind you of what you lost. And the article of clothing she stole was for her brand of witchcraft.) Did you ever wash you face, in your own bath cloth, only to discover to your horror it was full of SHIT!?
Do not get a compliment in her presence, YOU WILL BE MADE TO SUFFER MIGHTILY!
I finally figured out why she MURDERED granddaddy. For years Martha drove granddaddy up to the Branch Banking and Trust,on Haymount Hill, to deposit money into the account that he kept for his "other grandchildren". The children of the brother she hated.
She plotted on a way to get her greedy hands on that money, that only she deserved, still emotionally a toddler. She MURDERED him! Never flinched and took that money and bought a "fabulous home in a white neighborhood."
GOD SAID NO!!!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 22, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Delusion is just a fancy word for stupidity
Martha Jane Walters was never a stupid woman. So, why eleven pregnancies and six live births? Evil! and she didn't care, could not care. She could act. She was a brilliant actress, a very accomplished perfect pathological LIAR.
I think she was actually very proud of the secret relationship she had with satan.
I am very proud of myself! I never knew, I had no idea that I would finally find the courage, the words, to tell on her. Yes, I offer Martha Jane Walters up to the world, to be studied. I want her entire life examined carefully. I do not want another woman to fall as low as Martha and refuse help. I do not want another sex addicted promiscuous nymphomaniac to pretend to be "good". To pretend to love the LORD, knowing full well she hates everything, everyone good or godly with a passion.
Spirit of Martha, I want you to know that GOD is rapidly "unscrambling my brains". He is rapidly revealing your sick demon selfish acts. And guess what, any of your "flying monkeys" that hate me without a cause, that wish me tragedy and much suffering on your account, will also reap their just reward. All those that hate me because they are trying to prop you up, trying to make you a kind, wise matriarch , should remember, or should know, that you cared nothing for your reputation.
Martha, you enjoyed, loved, relished being a notorious whore, root worker, LIAR, MURDERER, COMMON THEIF, EVERYTHING DESPICABLE!
You lived the life of a vicious lying brutal baby beater rapist! YOU LAUGHED! YOU DELIGHTED! Getting away with abominable evil, while pretending to love the LORD! Martha you very foolishly thought you were successfully.
I must tell, the world must know. Perhaps I have discovered a new disease, a new strain of mental retardation. DID YOU REALLY THINK, DID YOU FALSELY BELIEVE THAT SOME DIRT OFF OF A MURDERED MAN'S GRAVE WOULD ENABLE YOU TO LIVE THE "GOOD LIFE", to do just as you pleased!?
MY GOD WOMAN! NO ONE IS THAT DELUSIONAL! THAT STUPID! (YOU WERE THAT WICKED!) GOD HELP YOUR SOULLESS SOUL!
GOD SAID NO!!! HE SAID THAT WHEN YOUR DESOLATION COMES IT WILL COME AS A WHIRLWIND!
Remember' "Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 22, 2014 All rights reserved.]
I think she was actually very proud of the secret relationship she had with satan.
I am very proud of myself! I never knew, I had no idea that I would finally find the courage, the words, to tell on her. Yes, I offer Martha Jane Walters up to the world, to be studied. I want her entire life examined carefully. I do not want another woman to fall as low as Martha and refuse help. I do not want another sex addicted promiscuous nymphomaniac to pretend to be "good". To pretend to love the LORD, knowing full well she hates everything, everyone good or godly with a passion.
Spirit of Martha, I want you to know that GOD is rapidly "unscrambling my brains". He is rapidly revealing your sick demon selfish acts. And guess what, any of your "flying monkeys" that hate me without a cause, that wish me tragedy and much suffering on your account, will also reap their just reward. All those that hate me because they are trying to prop you up, trying to make you a kind, wise matriarch , should remember, or should know, that you cared nothing for your reputation.
Martha, you enjoyed, loved, relished being a notorious whore, root worker, LIAR, MURDERER, COMMON THEIF, EVERYTHING DESPICABLE!
You lived the life of a vicious lying brutal baby beater rapist! YOU LAUGHED! YOU DELIGHTED! Getting away with abominable evil, while pretending to love the LORD! Martha you very foolishly thought you were successfully.
I must tell, the world must know. Perhaps I have discovered a new disease, a new strain of mental retardation. DID YOU REALLY THINK, DID YOU FALSELY BELIEVE THAT SOME DIRT OFF OF A MURDERED MAN'S GRAVE WOULD ENABLE YOU TO LIVE THE "GOOD LIFE", to do just as you pleased!?
MY GOD WOMAN! NO ONE IS THAT DELUSIONAL! THAT STUPID! (YOU WERE THAT WICKED!) GOD HELP YOUR SOULLESS SOUL!
GOD SAID NO!!! HE SAID THAT WHEN YOUR DESOLATION COMES IT WILL COME AS A WHIRLWIND!
Remember' "Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 22, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Sunday, December 21, 2014
I get Misty
I loved when she played music. I enjoyed the music, but most of all I enjoyed the personality change it brought out in her.
I started listing some of the personalities that floated in and out of my mother. I think I am up to 9; Mathy Jane, Martha Jane, Janie, Martha Jean, Madame Watson, Rev. Watson, Madame Rico, MARTHA, and Mother. Most were evil, ignorant and extremely jealous. I think that MARTHA, was the ring leader, she orchestrated all the mischief, did all the plotting and made the assignments, came up with all the delusions.
Mental illness is no joke! Compound mental illness with witchcraft, racism and ignorance and you are going to produce a lot of tragedy, tremendous agonizing pain, and sadly for no good reason.
Every day GOD sheds just a little more light on our family tragedy.
I refuse to be ashamed as satan wants. I want to be made whole. I still want my family to be made whole. I did foolishly believe my mother would apologize one day. I know now she deliberated strung me along, pretending that a great apology, a great confession was on the tip of her tongue. The bitch was stalling, biding her time, pretending to be the exact opposite of what she was. I sure was wrong on that score. There was no good in her. Jesus told me to shun all evil. I didn't listen. I wanted a mother. My love and kindness would convince her, would change her finally.
I am just going to admit it! I am ashamed of my pusillanimous family. Dear LORD, you planted me in a family of coons (NOT ALL, just most). LORD, I know for a fact, very few of my relatives have ever read a complete book! Anti-intellectuals, fakers, cheats, liars, phony, brutal bullies writhing with envy and covetousness .
My mother was very intelligent, perhaps not nearly as brilliant as she claimed, but she was no dummy. Lazy as a dog! Common as a dog! As savage and ignorant as a cave man!
Maybe it's me? I don't understand how anyone can put "Black lives matter" on their status and know full well a close relative murdered a close relative and never so much as mumble? JEROME WALTER'S LIFE MATTERED! God did not send my grandfather to this earth to be assassinated by his demon possessed, evil, greedy,lying, daughter! And his family just say ;"Oh well …he was old anyway …jest forgit it! ain't nobody gon' believe you! You gon'look lak a fool! MY MOTHER WAS AN ORDAINED MINISTER!."
That is UNCIVILIZED! I don't care what color you are. Regardless of your financial status, your behavior does not please GOD. "Take it tuh yo'grave!"; were always her instructions.
I went from being "administrator" to "a piece of shit! …she bed not piss on my grave when I'm dead!" I did send a pastor to pray with her the day before she died. I did not know she was in a coma.
All my brothers have abandoned me, per her request. Every last one of us bear her scars, burns, scaldings, bloody bludgeoning , sexual molestations, rapes and only GOD can know what else.
"LET IT GO GWEN!" my intelligent brother screamed. He admitted that he was still terrified of her. I can understand that. She did label him her "Golden Child" but he also was never more than her dirty washrag. I know he does;t want to know. I know he doesn't have the heart to face his truth. I pray he will. I pray everyday, all day, for the salvation of my entire family.
I know that no man, no son, wants to admit that his own mother was common! Too common to tell on. Too common to discuss. This whore tried to pretend that "sex" was so good that she just could not help herself and that she was giving us a leg up on our peers. Is that what you are hiding brothers? Did your mother introduce you to "sick sin"?
All I know is what she tried to do to me, over and over. I was finished, frigid, no interest. Those two buzzards ruined me at eight. I was ruined for life. My mother facilitated my desire to "crucify my flesh". She made it quite easy.
My GOD, does a white man have to do everything for us? If a white man doesn't call it murder, it is not murder? If a woman talks real sweet (to your face), and you don't see any visible signs of tremendous debilitating evil (just hilarious evil, like wiping her ****** *** in a letter and mailing it to her daughter!), she makes you laugh. so she must be alright.
After all she didn't do it to you. Why should you care?
My grandfather was not a roach, a dog, a whoremonger, or something no count. He was a great man, with great wisdom. His life has meaning.
Why should my "kin" be any different from any other hate filled, mislead, selfish, self centered group of people? People that have been down so long, getting up has not occurred to them. The Emancipation Proclamation and the 13th amendment don't mean much to volunteer slaves.
P.S. Erroll Garner wrote Misty. He stood only 5 foot 3 inches tall and COULD NOT READ ONE WORD OF MUSIC! He played by ear! Praise the LORD. I am glad a woman like my mother did not get her hands on him. The world would have been deprived of some great music.
{Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 21, 2014 All rights reserved.]
satan wants your confidence,
his imps want your soul.
Silly women that falsely claim to believe they are a gift to this world will do anything to avoid discovery.
I am sure my mother was the greatest braggart that ever lived. No one was prettier or lighter. "I'm light bright and damn near white!" If Martha JANE WALTERS only said that once a day, you were lucky. She was like a broken record. Truly she was stuck on stupid.
I understand now, "color and hair" was all she had. Her reputation was shot to hell. I remember standing in Wesley Chapel AME Zion church in , Wade, NC. I remember being surrounded by adults that appeared to me to be giants. They surrounded my petite little body, pushed and shoved, totally disregarding me.
I felt very small, tiny, microscopic. I was around three or four years old. Why I was alone with these women, I don't know. I must have been invisible to them because all of them were talking about my mother. These fake Holy Ghost heifers were talking about my mother, like a dog. They were rolling their eyes and snarling; "common as bat shit!"
I was crushed these women were freely talking about my mother, in the church, in GOD's house, right in front of me. Yes, I was ashamed, a little embarrassed. I was a kid, what did I know?
Then it happened. One of those heifers eye balled me, stood right there and judged me! I was three years old! But this jet black , rusty, ashy , hock heeled , musky , mammy made dress wearing, country ass prognosticator , loudly predicted and declared; "SHE GON' BE FAST AND COMMON JEST LAK HER MAMA!"
I remember responding in my little old lady mind; " The hell you preach heifer!"
Dear LORD, thank you for bringing me through.
Remember; "Apart from CHRIST we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 21, 2014. All rights reserved.]
Silly women that falsely claim to believe they are a gift to this world will do anything to avoid discovery.
I am sure my mother was the greatest braggart that ever lived. No one was prettier or lighter. "I'm light bright and damn near white!" If Martha JANE WALTERS only said that once a day, you were lucky. She was like a broken record. Truly she was stuck on stupid.
I understand now, "color and hair" was all she had. Her reputation was shot to hell. I remember standing in Wesley Chapel AME Zion church in , Wade, NC. I remember being surrounded by adults that appeared to me to be giants. They surrounded my petite little body, pushed and shoved, totally disregarding me.
I felt very small, tiny, microscopic. I was around three or four years old. Why I was alone with these women, I don't know. I must have been invisible to them because all of them were talking about my mother. These fake Holy Ghost heifers were talking about my mother, like a dog. They were rolling their eyes and snarling; "common as bat shit!"
I was crushed these women were freely talking about my mother, in the church, in GOD's house, right in front of me. Yes, I was ashamed, a little embarrassed. I was a kid, what did I know?
Then it happened. One of those heifers eye balled me, stood right there and judged me! I was three years old! But this jet black , rusty, ashy , hock heeled , musky , mammy made dress wearing, country ass prognosticator , loudly predicted and declared; "SHE GON' BE FAST AND COMMON JEST LAK HER MAMA!"
I remember responding in my little old lady mind; " The hell you preach heifer!"
Dear LORD, thank you for bringing me through.
Remember; "Apart from CHRIST we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 21, 2014. All rights reserved.]
Saturday, December 20, 2014
She creeped me out ...
and I am sure I creeped her out. I was her Edgar Allen Poe's TELL TELL HEART!
I remember just sitting, staring at her silently. She was a super demon! I was 2 years old ! How did I know? I came to this earth equipped by GOD with the spirit to discern demons!
Sure I was two, but my spirit was 102. My grandmother, a clairvoyant, saw it. Said as much; "Dat gal been heah befo'...Mathy JANE , don't talk tuh dat baby lak dat... You know she tender hearted."
Mathy was a carnal whore with absolutely no discretion. She confidently blamed her childhood rape on her "condition ". Her willingness and serious delight in whoredom. It was her decision to believe that ignorant nonsense about color and hair, about race.
I had contempt just observing her. There she was, Caught in the very ACT, again , Mathy roared, brawled, LIED, turned to violence. Finally bullied;,"you bed be glad I put up wid yo' jet black ignut shawt burr headed ILLITERATE uneducated ass! Nigga! You didn't even finish high school."
I was only four and clearly recognized her clever diversion. Soon, he was begging her for forgiveness. He apologized and was delighted to perform what ever carnal sin she demanded.
I grew up in a home where MATHY JANE ruled, was never wrong and where you suffered. She was yellow. She had the complexion for the connection. She was as common as bat shit and if you didn't want to see, to know, "well, I suggest you turn yo' damn head."
I grew up in a home where the loudest, the most vulgar, selfish and cruel, won. She always won. After winning and tricking, she would laugh us to scorn.
GOD said No!
Remember; "Apart from CHRIST we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 20, 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
I remember just sitting, staring at her silently. She was a super demon! I was 2 years old ! How did I know? I came to this earth equipped by GOD with the spirit to discern demons!
Sure I was two, but my spirit was 102. My grandmother, a clairvoyant, saw it. Said as much; "Dat gal been heah befo'...Mathy JANE , don't talk tuh dat baby lak dat... You know she tender hearted."
Mathy was a carnal whore with absolutely no discretion. She confidently blamed her childhood rape on her "condition ". Her willingness and serious delight in whoredom. It was her decision to believe that ignorant nonsense about color and hair, about race.
I had contempt just observing her. There she was, Caught in the very ACT, again , Mathy roared, brawled, LIED, turned to violence. Finally bullied;,"you bed be glad I put up wid yo' jet black ignut shawt burr headed ILLITERATE uneducated ass! Nigga! You didn't even finish high school."
I was only four and clearly recognized her clever diversion. Soon, he was begging her for forgiveness. He apologized and was delighted to perform what ever carnal sin she demanded.
I grew up in a home where MATHY JANE ruled, was never wrong and where you suffered. She was yellow. She had the complexion for the connection. She was as common as bat shit and if you didn't want to see, to know, "well, I suggest you turn yo' damn head."
I grew up in a home where the loudest, the most vulgar, selfish and cruel, won. She always won. After winning and tricking, she would laugh us to scorn.
GOD said No!
Remember; "Apart from CHRIST we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 20, 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Dear LORD!
Break every bond! Break every chain! Deliver us from the hands of satan, from the wicked, demon possessed hands of our "mother". Evil that we felt but could not see. Open every eye LORD! Unstop deaf ears. Wrap us in your warm protective arms . Bless us! Bestow your wisdom upon us! Praise the LORD! And it is done!
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Dear Bill,
First of all let me begin by re-affirming my great love for you. I feel for you and your situation. I hurt and cry for you. Sir, you never met me, but you know me. You know me quite well.
I am one of the abused, misused, haunted, hunted, hated and left for dead. I wanted so desperately to believe my mother loved me. I know she never did. She never could. My mother confessed to me that she was totally unable to love or care for another person .
She did not lie. Of course I will never know why my mother was so evil. I know that she was! I know that she told me that she was savagely raped 3 times as a small child of eight years old.
Most of the information I have uncovered on my mother's condition; Malignant Narcissistic Disorder state that an estimated 25% of sexually abused children will become sexual predators also.
It is true. My mother became a very vile sexual predator that we were never allowed to see or mention. Like you and I, my mother was flawed. All of us are flawed. No one is perfect!
"We all have come short of GOD's goodness." WE ALL HAVE SINNED! Praise GOD! Good Christians are forcing weak or fragile Christians to give up their quest for salvation for fear of being hated, reviled, misunderstood, rejected.
I am sure my mother had no idea why she did what she did! It was as if she was not there. It was NOT "her". It was some strange outer body experience. It was someone else wearing her body. She could not think about it. She did not want to hear about it. She refused to hear it. Say it if you dared to be that stupid. You would rue the day, sir.
It is not for us to judge. It is for us to forgive.
I do believe my mother's rape destroyed her, murdered her innocent little soul. For what ever reason she turned to "witchcraft", never good enough or confident enough to target or attack anyone other than close family and friends. She did suffer mightily with a severe inferiority complex. Did that savage rape render her unable to love herself? Did she in fact carry demons that she collected from her practice of "witchcraft"?
Mr. Cosby, I am asking you to do some soul searching. Go into your secret closet and pray. Do like Jesus, fast and pray. Make sure you are baptized! Repent of your sins.
Never hate. Never deny. If somewhere in the far reaches of your mind , could any of this be true? Where you ever a "drug" user?
I have been crying and celebrating all day. My mother was an awful woman. The woman that we knew was "very complicated". Finally facing the truth about her was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
She went to a psychiatrist once, only to deny his diagnosis. There were times that she was normal , sweet as she could be. There were times she became savage and carnal or physical and murderous.
She blamed her entire life on me. Projected her filth on me. Died hating all of us,especially me, claiming that everyone hated her and was jealous of her. She was an ordained minister that "worked roots".
Mr. Cosby, please establish or endow a "Think Tank" dedicated to understanding this malady. Lead the world in bringing understanding to "human thinking", to understanding, naming and identifying serious psychological issues like bi-polar and narcissism.
We should all love each other and not be so free to hate passionately without understanding. Remember, our greatest teacher reminded us; "He that is without sin, cast the first stone."
GOD bless and keep you mightily. Bring you to the light, wrap you in His warm and tender arms. He loves you, He loves ALL of us , no matter what.
Sincerely,
Rachel G. Doster
I am one of the abused, misused, haunted, hunted, hated and left for dead. I wanted so desperately to believe my mother loved me. I know she never did. She never could. My mother confessed to me that she was totally unable to love or care for another person .
She did not lie. Of course I will never know why my mother was so evil. I know that she was! I know that she told me that she was savagely raped 3 times as a small child of eight years old.
Most of the information I have uncovered on my mother's condition; Malignant Narcissistic Disorder state that an estimated 25% of sexually abused children will become sexual predators also.
It is true. My mother became a very vile sexual predator that we were never allowed to see or mention. Like you and I, my mother was flawed. All of us are flawed. No one is perfect!
"We all have come short of GOD's goodness." WE ALL HAVE SINNED! Praise GOD! Good Christians are forcing weak or fragile Christians to give up their quest for salvation for fear of being hated, reviled, misunderstood, rejected.
I am sure my mother had no idea why she did what she did! It was as if she was not there. It was NOT "her". It was some strange outer body experience. It was someone else wearing her body. She could not think about it. She did not want to hear about it. She refused to hear it. Say it if you dared to be that stupid. You would rue the day, sir.
It is not for us to judge. It is for us to forgive.
I do believe my mother's rape destroyed her, murdered her innocent little soul. For what ever reason she turned to "witchcraft", never good enough or confident enough to target or attack anyone other than close family and friends. She did suffer mightily with a severe inferiority complex. Did that savage rape render her unable to love herself? Did she in fact carry demons that she collected from her practice of "witchcraft"?
Mr. Cosby, I am asking you to do some soul searching. Go into your secret closet and pray. Do like Jesus, fast and pray. Make sure you are baptized! Repent of your sins.
Never hate. Never deny. If somewhere in the far reaches of your mind , could any of this be true? Where you ever a "drug" user?
I have been crying and celebrating all day. My mother was an awful woman. The woman that we knew was "very complicated". Finally facing the truth about her was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
She went to a psychiatrist once, only to deny his diagnosis. There were times that she was normal , sweet as she could be. There were times she became savage and carnal or physical and murderous.
She blamed her entire life on me. Projected her filth on me. Died hating all of us,especially me, claiming that everyone hated her and was jealous of her. She was an ordained minister that "worked roots".
Mr. Cosby, please establish or endow a "Think Tank" dedicated to understanding this malady. Lead the world in bringing understanding to "human thinking", to understanding, naming and identifying serious psychological issues like bi-polar and narcissism.
We should all love each other and not be so free to hate passionately without understanding. Remember, our greatest teacher reminded us; "He that is without sin, cast the first stone."
GOD bless and keep you mightily. Bring you to the light, wrap you in His warm and tender arms. He loves you, He loves ALL of us , no matter what.
Sincerely,
Rachel G. Doster
Praise the LORD!
Thank you Jesus! I was thirteen , standing in front of the Main Force Theatre on post. (Fort Bragg). My mother and stepfather were parked in front of the movie house waiting to pick me up.
Dear LORD, help me to tell this, help me to warn poor ignorant women like my poor mother. I must admit that I was quite attractive for a tiny little brown girl that was 30% hair. ***Long beautiful hair , cascading, wavy, curly hair. (I am sure the fact that my mother shaved my head 3 times as a toddler contributed to my tremendous hair growth and thickness)
I looked up and to my horror witnessed my MOTHER looking at me like I was a three inch juicy steak and she was a ravenous hound dog. I didn't want to see it! It terrified me. (I knew. I put it together. My mother was a promiscuous sex hound. Dear LORD, it was disgusting! Tons of pornography spilling from under her bed. A different soldier picked up from Vick's Drive Inn every night. "just don't say nutting', just don't say nutting" SAY SUMPIN' AND GET KNOCKED DOWN! GET YOUR HEAD SLAMMED IN THE WALL FOR BEING A SNITCH!
Today, 50 years later, I can say I saw, I identified something I did not want to see, something I was too terrified to confront. Now I can. I can also trace every bit of Martha's misery back to conjuring, sooth saying and sick promiscuity. My LORD! My LORD!
Thank you for my strength LORD. Thank you for my journey, for my testimony.
Jesus told me to know my truth and be set free. My truth; my mother was a sick sociopath, a fallen woman that chose witchcraft to get back up. She chose lying, stealing, murder, voodoo, conjure, hatred, and the saddest fact of all, I did love her. We all loved her. My five brothers and most of my family love her still. I can't. I will not lie and I will not cloak.
I press on.
*** I am really as narcissistic as that sentence sounds. It is the "writer" in me. My words must "ring".
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 17, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Dear LORD, help me to tell this, help me to warn poor ignorant women like my poor mother. I must admit that I was quite attractive for a tiny little brown girl that was 30% hair. ***Long beautiful hair , cascading, wavy, curly hair. (I am sure the fact that my mother shaved my head 3 times as a toddler contributed to my tremendous hair growth and thickness)
I looked up and to my horror witnessed my MOTHER looking at me like I was a three inch juicy steak and she was a ravenous hound dog. I didn't want to see it! It terrified me. (I knew. I put it together. My mother was a promiscuous sex hound. Dear LORD, it was disgusting! Tons of pornography spilling from under her bed. A different soldier picked up from Vick's Drive Inn every night. "just don't say nutting', just don't say nutting" SAY SUMPIN' AND GET KNOCKED DOWN! GET YOUR HEAD SLAMMED IN THE WALL FOR BEING A SNITCH!
Today, 50 years later, I can say I saw, I identified something I did not want to see, something I was too terrified to confront. Now I can. I can also trace every bit of Martha's misery back to conjuring, sooth saying and sick promiscuity. My LORD! My LORD!
Thank you for my strength LORD. Thank you for my journey, for my testimony.
Jesus told me to know my truth and be set free. My truth; my mother was a sick sociopath, a fallen woman that chose witchcraft to get back up. She chose lying, stealing, murder, voodoo, conjure, hatred, and the saddest fact of all, I did love her. We all loved her. My five brothers and most of my family love her still. I can't. I will not lie and I will not cloak.
I press on.
*** I am really as narcissistic as that sentence sounds. It is the "writer" in me. My words must "ring".
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 17, 2014 All rights reserved.]
I am no "Cookie Cutter Christian"
I AM A CHRISTIAN! A Christian is some one that truly, genuinely loves the LORD with all their mind and soul. A Christian looks to GOD for all the answers, can hear His voice and heed it.
But be very careful children. There are many among us that are bogus, total fakes. The EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT THEY PROJECT! Thank GOD they are extremely cruel, carnal, greedy and lecherous. They are so disgusting, repulsive and vile that we subconsciously refuse to see them.
Of course I went along with the "Good Mathy", hoping and praying that she would remain with us forever. No matter what we did, "Mathy the Lying Carnal Cunt" emerged , wearing nothing but her padded bra and half slip around her adolescent sons. Never closing a bathroom or bedroom door.
Before I could wrap my head around the carnal deeds she permitted me to witness during the week, we were back in church. Wesley Chapel A.M.E. Zion Church in Wade, North Carolina. We "stayed"ALL day! First Sunday school, where we were told to skip over all words we could not pronounce. Then waiting the longest time for Reverend McIver to take the pulpit. She always insisted on going into her office and praying before she preached. She said she could not preach without the anointing and for us to not rush her when she was in the "spirit". It seems GOD did not have a clock because some times we would have to wait for hours.
Reverend McIver would preach! She would put it down, always something about GOD not putting more on you than you could bear. Poor Wesley, was always known for it's sorry choir that never practiced. We sang out of hymnals mostly and dragged them to death. I am sure it took at least 45 minutes to sing ;"We are climbing Jacob's ladder"
If Rev. McIver did not preach for one hour, she preached for two! Sometimes after church we would have "Dinner on the yard", what a day, what a day! Oh how I wish I could have some more chicken fried in LARD! Good greasy collard greens, fried in LARD! Cabbage, white corn, tomatoes, all fried in LARD! All fried in black cast iron skillets.
Jesus in His magnificent wisdom knew that many would be forced to bear horrible truth that THEY DO NOT WANT TO KNOW! KNOW IT ANYWAY! PRAY, ASK GOD TO STRENGTHEN YOUR HEART AND MIND!
Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 17, 2014 All rights reserved.]
But be very careful children. There are many among us that are bogus, total fakes. The EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT THEY PROJECT! Thank GOD they are extremely cruel, carnal, greedy and lecherous. They are so disgusting, repulsive and vile that we subconsciously refuse to see them.
Of course I went along with the "Good Mathy", hoping and praying that she would remain with us forever. No matter what we did, "Mathy the Lying Carnal Cunt" emerged , wearing nothing but her padded bra and half slip around her adolescent sons. Never closing a bathroom or bedroom door.
Before I could wrap my head around the carnal deeds she permitted me to witness during the week, we were back in church. Wesley Chapel A.M.E. Zion Church in Wade, North Carolina. We "stayed"ALL day! First Sunday school, where we were told to skip over all words we could not pronounce. Then waiting the longest time for Reverend McIver to take the pulpit. She always insisted on going into her office and praying before she preached. She said she could not preach without the anointing and for us to not rush her when she was in the "spirit". It seems GOD did not have a clock because some times we would have to wait for hours.
Reverend McIver would preach! She would put it down, always something about GOD not putting more on you than you could bear. Poor Wesley, was always known for it's sorry choir that never practiced. We sang out of hymnals mostly and dragged them to death. I am sure it took at least 45 minutes to sing ;"We are climbing Jacob's ladder"
If Rev. McIver did not preach for one hour, she preached for two! Sometimes after church we would have "Dinner on the yard", what a day, what a day! Oh how I wish I could have some more chicken fried in LARD! Good greasy collard greens, fried in LARD! Cabbage, white corn, tomatoes, all fried in LARD! All fried in black cast iron skillets.
Jesus in His magnificent wisdom knew that many would be forced to bear horrible truth that THEY DO NOT WANT TO KNOW! KNOW IT ANYWAY! PRAY, ASK GOD TO STRENGTHEN YOUR HEART AND MIND!
Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 17, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Monday, December 15, 2014
Well if you are going to be ...
this great and powerful "Root Worker" that every one should fear; you should target someone other than small children, the infirm elderly and your own fatherless children.
I mean if you are half as brilliant and awesome as you claim to be.
The truth is, you were never any more than a common user. That makes me sad. You were my hero. You talked tough and brutalized us but I noticed you shrank from confrontation outside of our house.
You were jealous of my ability to write. A talent I got from you. A gift GOD gave you first. I am going to try and understand your twisted thinking. I may even lay off of you for a while.
I mean if you are half as brilliant and awesome as you claim to be.
The truth is, you were never any more than a common user. That makes me sad. You were my hero. You talked tough and brutalized us but I noticed you shrank from confrontation outside of our house.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
The word is ...
some of satan's chief imps have been caught limping. They got caught with Jesus plastered all over their big juicy lips and no where in their hearts.
We know that man never has the courage to do what is right. He will only do what is convenient. I have announced to the world, that a woman many loved and called "mother", minister, a "woman of GOD" fooled them, fooled all of us mightily.
Can you love an evil doer? Will you honor her out of habit? Is it more convenient to pretend that you don't know or never knew? Certainly you do not still believe her threats of harming you worse for telling. Or are you just broken? Finished? Tried? Yes, that old bitch certainly wore us out. I thought the muthaf**** would never die! Why do you insist on hating the person that is trying desperately to save your life ? Why are you still clinging to that phony "mother", you never had? I don't think you have to be female, or have maternal instincts to know that NO WOMAN HAS ANY BUSINESS TOUCHING ANY CHILD IN A SEXUAL MANNER! PERIOD!
Praise GOD Almighty! This demon that Mathy got "ahold to" told me; "Well! Fuhgit it den!…shit! I can't undo whut been done…I an't repenting fuh Shit! …I AM AN ORDAINED MINSTER!" That is DELUSION! That is the best example of what satan has in store for you if you remain blind, deaf and dumb.
Her preaching was a ruse designed to hide her pedophilia, promiscuity, extreme jealousy, envy , covetousness and cold lying MURDERING heart!
My poor delusional demon possessed mother taunted me before she died; "Yo' prayers don't go past duh top of your head!"
What was that? A threat? A wish? Or just another laceration? Was she saving my head again? Was she slamming my hand in the car door again? Was she pushing me into a hot wood burning stove again? Did she still hate me for my "too black" skin? Was she pissed because her mojo no longer worked on me?
Children, please do NOT let GOD catch you limping. Don't let him catch you going through the motions of claiming that you love the LORD but lost, destroyed, beaten, brutalized, little raped children see no evidence of your compassion.
[Excerpt fromTHE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 14, 2014 All rights reserved.]
We know that man never has the courage to do what is right. He will only do what is convenient. I have announced to the world, that a woman many loved and called "mother", minister, a "woman of GOD" fooled them, fooled all of us mightily.
Can you love an evil doer? Will you honor her out of habit? Is it more convenient to pretend that you don't know or never knew? Certainly you do not still believe her threats of harming you worse for telling. Or are you just broken? Finished? Tried? Yes, that old bitch certainly wore us out. I thought the muthaf**** would never die! Why do you insist on hating the person that is trying desperately to save your life ? Why are you still clinging to that phony "mother", you never had? I don't think you have to be female, or have maternal instincts to know that NO WOMAN HAS ANY BUSINESS TOUCHING ANY CHILD IN A SEXUAL MANNER! PERIOD!
Praise GOD Almighty! This demon that Mathy got "ahold to" told me; "Well! Fuhgit it den!…shit! I can't undo whut been done…I an't repenting fuh Shit! …I AM AN ORDAINED MINSTER!" That is DELUSION! That is the best example of what satan has in store for you if you remain blind, deaf and dumb.
Her preaching was a ruse designed to hide her pedophilia, promiscuity, extreme jealousy, envy , covetousness and cold lying MURDERING heart!
My poor delusional demon possessed mother taunted me before she died; "Yo' prayers don't go past duh top of your head!"
What was that? A threat? A wish? Or just another laceration? Was she saving my head again? Was she slamming my hand in the car door again? Was she pushing me into a hot wood burning stove again? Did she still hate me for my "too black" skin? Was she pissed because her mojo no longer worked on me?
[Excerpt fromTHE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 14, 2014 All rights reserved.]
I "Home Church"
Please do not misinterpret my message. We need the Church! But we do need to do some house keeping. No man or woman that is obviously fighting many demons should be able to acquire a license to preach.
What went wrong in the Body of Christ? Fear! Martha Jane Walters lived to terrorize! To shock, to hinder, to destroy, to "scramble brains", to thwart and prevent GOD's Divine Order.
I don't want fear. I don't want a pastor making me more paranoid than I already am. I don't want to attend a church that is determined to use scripture to mislead me like Malachi; "Would a man rob GOD?" Those begging , greedy pastors know that was in reference to the tribes of Israel giving the priest the poorest animals to satisfy their tithing obligation. The priests could not "work", that is farm or herd. They were the spiritual leaders. But some selfish people thought, well if this animal is going to be sacrificed anyway, I'll give the puny one or the deformed one
TITHING IS NOT A COMMANDMENT! Jesus told us to give our alms in secret. I wonder what Jesus thinks about these churches that call "tithers first"?
I don't want to learn hatred either. I don't want to point fingers or say disparaging things about homosexuals. GOD told me to not judge.
Dear LORD, I must study your Book carefully. That old satan is so slick, he sends delusion, messes up the best minds.
Now I understand why I have to go into my secret closet to pray. "Go into your secret closet" means to separate. Go some place where you can clear your head., where you can establish a one on one relationship with your GOD. PTL!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 14, 2014 All rights reserved.]
"Well … you duh fool!"
Every time we would catch our dear mother in some wrong doing, she always blasted the same retort; "Well, you duh fool fuh' bliving me."
It hurt like hell. But we had to agree. We all knew her reputation far too well. UNTRUSTWORTHY! A known thief. "Would steal butter out of a biscuit" "Wudden pay Jesus Christ an Amen" "Would screw a snake if you held his head" "Would lie befo' a cat cud lick his ass." "Nigga out lie a cross tie!" "Give 'way pussy out both draw'legs." "Nigga jest walk up tuh you and jest volunteer a lie!…ugh lie you ain't even assed fuh."
It hurt like hell. But we had to agree. We all knew her reputation far too well. UNTRUSTWORTHY! A known thief. "Would steal butter out of a biscuit" "Wudden pay Jesus Christ an Amen" "Would screw a snake if you held his head" "Would lie befo' a cat cud lick his ass." "Nigga out lie a cross tie!" "Give 'way pussy out both draw'legs." "Nigga jest walk up tuh you and jest volunteer a lie!…ugh lie you ain't even assed fuh."
( For some reason the music I select to accompany many of my blogs can not be played on my iPad or iPhone. I know it is something I have not learned how to do yet. This is Ike and Tina Turner, A Fool in Love)
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 14, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Otis Redding Call Me Mr Pitiful Video]
Dear LORD, thank you for all of the wonderful music you permitted me to hear. Music does soothe the broken heart. A heart that is broken because a sorry slut and a common man , were too "common" to use a condom.
Because some trifling woman was stuck on stupid, kept using the same ploy to get a man. A woman so fragile and broken, every thing and every one made her jealous.
Every morning I heard my granddaddy praying, asking GOD to create in him a clean heart. Perhaps he understood better than any one how this old world can soil you, corrupt you, make you spew foul words out of anger, and humiliation. I'm so glad GOD forgives us. He forgives us the precise moment we make the mistake. Praise the LORD!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 13, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Because some trifling woman was stuck on stupid, kept using the same ploy to get a man. A woman so fragile and broken, every thing and every one made her jealous.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 13, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Jesus said He would ..
"set us at variance." If ever a daughter was set at variance against their mother, that person was me.
No, I didn't know who she was or what she was. It took me an extremely long time to truly recognize her. One thing for sure. She knew who I was! Her attempts to destroy me started in the womb!
Fast forward! It didn't work! Praise the LORD!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 13, 2014 All rights reserved.]
No, I didn't know who she was or what she was. It took me an extremely long time to truly recognize her. One thing for sure. She knew who I was! Her attempts to destroy me started in the womb!
Fast forward! It didn't work! Praise the LORD!
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 13, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Hey Family!
You all can keep laughing and pointing fingers at me if you want to. Say you didn't know she was a "dust shaker"! You just didn't know she would shake it on you. You should have enough common sense to know that if she hunted, haunted and rooted me , she rooted you!
Not wanting to know the truth does not change the truth. satan is not going to look like satan. He is going to dress up and camouflage. He is going to look good.
That might be a trait you need to examine carefully. If your friend or mate spends exorbitant time in front of the mirror, getting dressed, matching and perfecting, while not being a good person.
A man or woman that drive the latest and the finest, wear nothing but the best, drink nothing but top shelf, but their children go lagging, you have a demon. Shun them. Keep hanging around them. Soon you will feel their hatred and jealousy.
All that dressing, grooming and primping is over compensating for their low self esteem. If you delve closely you may discover another pathological liar.
I don't know about you but GOD did not bring me here to be some filthy lying whore's dishrag! I don't have to be what she called me. AND I DON'T HAVE TO SHUT MY MOUTH! Shut my mouth for what?
Why didn't y'll ever tell that bitch to shut her fucking mouth? Fear! Scared, that is one thing we all had in common. That is why she beat babies!
I'm sorry, you beat and rape babies, small children. Get the fuck on! Go get some help! To quote my niece; "Go kill yourself!"
Now Martha knew full well she could repent. She knew how to apologize. I have only one thing to say; stay away from all sooth sayers, sorcery, witchcraft, Tarot cards, all that, from such stay away."
Praying for our deliverance as a family dynasty, praying for my deliverance from very powerful demonic spirits that took my mother 87 years to collect. Praying mightily for your deliverance. Yes I do call you out by your full name! Glory to GOD!
Not wanting to know the truth does not change the truth. satan is not going to look like satan. He is going to dress up and camouflage. He is going to look good.
That might be a trait you need to examine carefully. If your friend or mate spends exorbitant time in front of the mirror, getting dressed, matching and perfecting, while not being a good person.
A man or woman that drive the latest and the finest, wear nothing but the best, drink nothing but top shelf, but their children go lagging, you have a demon. Shun them. Keep hanging around them. Soon you will feel their hatred and jealousy.
All that dressing, grooming and primping is over compensating for their low self esteem. If you delve closely you may discover another pathological liar.
I don't know about you but GOD did not bring me here to be some filthy lying whore's dishrag! I don't have to be what she called me. AND I DON'T HAVE TO SHUT MY MOUTH! Shut my mouth for what?
Why didn't y'll ever tell that bitch to shut her fucking mouth? Fear! Scared, that is one thing we all had in common. That is why she beat babies!
I'm sorry, you beat and rape babies, small children. Get the fuck on! Go get some help! To quote my niece; "Go kill yourself!"
Now Martha knew full well she could repent. She knew how to apologize. I have only one thing to say; stay away from all sooth sayers, sorcery, witchcraft, Tarot cards, all that, from such stay away."
Don't let
this world fool you honey. Every woman that has a baby IS NOT A MOTHER! For some women, that baby they deliberated had in an attempt to trap a man; "may as well be a turd, something big brown and useless."
Perhaps I can understand not wanting, not bonding. But hunting, haunting and trying to destroy on the "down low"?
That's demonic. That is evil. Can and evil person preach? Why did she preach?
To be seen. Damn.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 13, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Perhaps I can understand not wanting, not bonding. But hunting, haunting and trying to destroy on the "down low"?
That's demonic. That is evil. Can and evil person preach? Why did she preach?
To be seen. Damn.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 13, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Fear is so ingrained in us ...
it is difficult to recognize. I knew just as sure as possible that Martha had finally snapped (again) and gone too far.
Saturday, February 10, 1979, 9:37 a.m. I am startled out of a deep sleep by my bedside phone. It's Martha: "Gwen! It's yo' granddaddy! HE DONE KILLED HISSEF!!!!!!!!!!!Iwuz in the bathroom takin' a bath! Warn come yeah and give him dat gun. Daddy called him and assed him to bring it cause dey been some burglaries in duh neighborhood. He shot hiz sef! "
Instantly, I knew she did it! I did not want to believe she did it. So, I refused to believe that Martha could fall that low. I had witnessed some pretty sick things. But, to MURER YOUR OWN FATHER?
Hell no! No way! But I watched her. I studied her body language. Not one hint of fear or guilt. Actually Martha was quite jovial. She went out and bought herself a ton of new outfits. Most were designed to match her white, on white, in white, white Cadillac.
She bought a very expensive camera for my brother *Jojo to preserve this momentous occasion.
"Whut you taking pictures of all dem black ass, ugly ass niggas fuh? Just take pictures of me!"
I rushed "home" immediately. I remember having to call my principal in order to request bereavement leave. Burma could barely understand me as I blabbering something about my grandfather committing suicide. How could I say such a thing? How could I be dumb enough to repeat that lie?
We were all idiots! Complete idiots! This over indulged scummy bitch was up to her old demonic tricks. We knew not to accuse her though. I was in enough pain preparing for the funeral. The way she attacked XXXX (My oldest brother, the one she TOLD me SHE HATED for ruining HER life. XXXX was always my grandfather's fault. 'If daddy hadden been running a juke joint I sudden nevah had got pregnant wid XXXX! " This sudden blurt of information, long hidden secrets, was always followed by hours of RAGE!)
The horror of the day my mother turned into satan right in front of my face still crushes me. I did not know that she was demonic then. I had no name for her behavior other than ignorant. "Ignut" was the label granddaddy put on his daughter's behavior. He would just shake his head, walk away with the tears streaming down his face with her always the winner.
No one, and I mean NO ONE could not out scream her, out curse her or be more violent. You could tell by the look in her eyes that it was over for you. So, this particular episode involved my oldest brother, that we were forbidden to call brother. "Dat NIGGA is yo' UNCLE. I told you damn dumb muthf******* I give dat nigga tuh my mama and daddy. Dey adopted him legal! Dat nigga gon' share in duh land jest lak me!"
Very long story short, she tried to shoot him dead with a .45 for being late returning HER CADILLAC! He was simply trying to defend himself. She cursed him like a dog in front of his new fiancé. She wanted this new woman to see her son as less than a man. (He was in the military and she never wanted him to marry anyone because ;'that bitch will git all duh money')
Forced to fight back, XXXX, I guess to at least resemble a man, he hollered; "Sister shit! You my mama bitch!" Whoa! What did he say that for!? Mathy got her gun again! It was awful.
How could I confront her at this time? How many brutal bloody beatings, stabbings and attempted shootings had I seen? Truthfully by age 27, I had honestly lost count. Martha's m.o.(modus operandi) is so obvious now. Trauma bond, terrorize, sweet talk, coo, turn on your feminine charm, make up, lie mesmerize, re-gift some raggedy piece of shit that you are going to take back any way.
"Say sumptin and get knocked out!" Plus you knew your sorry ass family , all men, very few women, were total pussies when it came to that hardened harlot, Mathy Jane. I am laughing because my mother Mathy Jane was always a notorious whore that cleverly hid all of her indiscretions quite well. Except for the times she wanted to be an exhibitionist.
It is obvious that we made up in our minds that we were going to have a "normal" mother. We were going to pretend right along with Martha that everything was fine. If anything ever went wrong, it was clearly our fault. After all Mathy was religious. She sure loved the LORD. How did we know? She told us! We knew she loved us too. Again, she told us.
She could not be lying. Not after the way she would wake us up and got us up every Saturday morning (before 6 a.m. for no good reason) Screaming; "He said a LIAR wudden tarry in hiz sight! YOU SORRY BLACK MUTHAFUCKERS! GIT DUH FUCK UP!!!"
Again, did she believe it? Was this just another ploy? Just how fucked up was this motherfucker? Why didn't anybody ever tell us? I just had to figure this shit out on my own. "Where would I be if it had not been for the LORD?" Dear LORD, I sudder to think what my life would have been like without Jerome Walters!
This 'ho had it out for me! This bitch hunted and haunted me like a viper. Well, she was a viper. But, what did she get? The dumb bitch didn't get shit! Well, yes she did, she got to be the example of WHAT NOT TO DO!
Ask GOD to take that fear from you. Trust GOD. Never bow down to satan. Make satan bow down to you.
Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 13, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Saturday, February 10, 1979, 9:37 a.m. I am startled out of a deep sleep by my bedside phone. It's Martha: "Gwen! It's yo' granddaddy! HE DONE KILLED HISSEF!!!!!!!!!!!Iwuz in the bathroom takin' a bath! Warn come yeah and give him dat gun. Daddy called him and assed him to bring it cause dey been some burglaries in duh neighborhood. He shot hiz sef! "
Instantly, I knew she did it! I did not want to believe she did it. So, I refused to believe that Martha could fall that low. I had witnessed some pretty sick things. But, to MURER YOUR OWN FATHER?
Hell no! No way! But I watched her. I studied her body language. Not one hint of fear or guilt. Actually Martha was quite jovial. She went out and bought herself a ton of new outfits. Most were designed to match her white, on white, in white, white Cadillac.
She bought a very expensive camera for my brother *Jojo to preserve this momentous occasion.
"Whut you taking pictures of all dem black ass, ugly ass niggas fuh? Just take pictures of me!"
I rushed "home" immediately. I remember having to call my principal in order to request bereavement leave. Burma could barely understand me as I blabbering something about my grandfather committing suicide. How could I say such a thing? How could I be dumb enough to repeat that lie?
We were all idiots! Complete idiots! This over indulged scummy bitch was up to her old demonic tricks. We knew not to accuse her though. I was in enough pain preparing for the funeral. The way she attacked XXXX (My oldest brother, the one she TOLD me SHE HATED for ruining HER life. XXXX was always my grandfather's fault. 'If daddy hadden been running a juke joint I sudden nevah had got pregnant wid XXXX! " This sudden blurt of information, long hidden secrets, was always followed by hours of RAGE!)
The horror of the day my mother turned into satan right in front of my face still crushes me. I did not know that she was demonic then. I had no name for her behavior other than ignorant. "Ignut" was the label granddaddy put on his daughter's behavior. He would just shake his head, walk away with the tears streaming down his face with her always the winner.
No one, and I mean NO ONE could not out scream her, out curse her or be more violent. You could tell by the look in her eyes that it was over for you. So, this particular episode involved my oldest brother, that we were forbidden to call brother. "Dat NIGGA is yo' UNCLE. I told you damn dumb muthf******* I give dat nigga tuh my mama and daddy. Dey adopted him legal! Dat nigga gon' share in duh land jest lak me!"
Very long story short, she tried to shoot him dead with a .45 for being late returning HER CADILLAC! He was simply trying to defend himself. She cursed him like a dog in front of his new fiancé. She wanted this new woman to see her son as less than a man. (He was in the military and she never wanted him to marry anyone because ;'that bitch will git all duh money')
Forced to fight back, XXXX, I guess to at least resemble a man, he hollered; "Sister shit! You my mama bitch!" Whoa! What did he say that for!? Mathy got her gun again! It was awful.
How could I confront her at this time? How many brutal bloody beatings, stabbings and attempted shootings had I seen? Truthfully by age 27, I had honestly lost count. Martha's m.o.(modus operandi) is so obvious now. Trauma bond, terrorize, sweet talk, coo, turn on your feminine charm, make up, lie mesmerize, re-gift some raggedy piece of shit that you are going to take back any way.
"Say sumptin and get knocked out!" Plus you knew your sorry ass family , all men, very few women, were total pussies when it came to that hardened harlot, Mathy Jane. I am laughing because my mother Mathy Jane was always a notorious whore that cleverly hid all of her indiscretions quite well. Except for the times she wanted to be an exhibitionist.
It is obvious that we made up in our minds that we were going to have a "normal" mother. We were going to pretend right along with Martha that everything was fine. If anything ever went wrong, it was clearly our fault. After all Mathy was religious. She sure loved the LORD. How did we know? She told us! We knew she loved us too. Again, she told us.
She could not be lying. Not after the way she would wake us up and got us up every Saturday morning (before 6 a.m. for no good reason) Screaming; "He said a LIAR wudden tarry in hiz sight! YOU SORRY BLACK MUTHAFUCKERS! GIT DUH FUCK UP!!!"
Again, did she believe it? Was this just another ploy? Just how fucked up was this motherfucker? Why didn't anybody ever tell us? I just had to figure this shit out on my own. "Where would I be if it had not been for the LORD?" Dear LORD, I sudder to think what my life would have been like without Jerome Walters!
This 'ho had it out for me! This bitch hunted and haunted me like a viper. Well, she was a viper. But, what did she get? The dumb bitch didn't get shit! Well, yes she did, she got to be the example of WHAT NOT TO DO!
Ask GOD to take that fear from you. Trust GOD. Never bow down to satan. Make satan bow down to you.
Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
Friday, December 12, 2014
Sitting home, writing jokes...
In my efforts to heal and discover what really happened to me, to us and why, I created a character . She is my alter ego. Her name is Miss D, the Run Away Teacher.
Miss D will say anything! She will not lie, she will cuss and she is extremely opinionated and angry! Hostile! She loves the LORD but hates people of low character with a passion. She is not homophobic, but she hates faggots.
"Faggots are the equivalent of niggers. All black people are not niggers but quite a few black people are niggers that prey on black people claiming racism forced them to be lower than bat shit.
Faggots are the evil sissified , anti-female woman hater, prostitute , selfish horny whore, much too affecta-tious, much too sway-backed, envious, covetous, angry he is not a female, homosexual.
So any way, Miss D is sitting on her porch teaching the little kids in her neighborhood.
"Hell yea, the Hebrew churin' were niggas! Whut did they do just as soon as Moses left to go git the Ten Commandments? Dey partied! Dem niggas partied dey black ass off! Didn't nobody report to work! Dey had Freak-Nik way back then. Statred hoe munginning! Back stabbed po' Moses sump tin terrible! Wudden even let duh nigga in duh promised land! Niggas blamed dat on GAWD!
Dey were ungrateful! Always fucking complaining! 'We tied ugh manna! ken we have sumptin' else tuh eat? ….when we leaving? …seem lak we walking in circles? Do dis nigga even know whur he going? Shit I cudda stayed home…. f dis shit! "
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A laugh a day will keep the doctor away.
[Excerpt from the THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 12, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Miss D will say anything! She will not lie, she will cuss and she is extremely opinionated and angry! Hostile! She loves the LORD but hates people of low character with a passion. She is not homophobic, but she hates faggots.
"Faggots are the equivalent of niggers. All black people are not niggers but quite a few black people are niggers that prey on black people claiming racism forced them to be lower than bat shit.
Faggots are the evil sissified , anti-female woman hater, prostitute , selfish horny whore, much too affecta-tious, much too sway-backed, envious, covetous, angry he is not a female, homosexual.
So any way, Miss D is sitting on her porch teaching the little kids in her neighborhood.
"Hell yea, the Hebrew churin' were niggas! Whut did they do just as soon as Moses left to go git the Ten Commandments? Dey partied! Dem niggas partied dey black ass off! Didn't nobody report to work! Dey had Freak-Nik way back then. Statred hoe munginning! Back stabbed po' Moses sump tin terrible! Wudden even let duh nigga in duh promised land! Niggas blamed dat on GAWD!
Dey were ungrateful! Always fucking complaining! 'We tied ugh manna! ken we have sumptin' else tuh eat? ….when we leaving? …seem lak we walking in circles? Do dis nigga even know whur he going? Shit I cudda stayed home…. f dis shit! "
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A laugh a day will keep the doctor away.
[Excerpt from the THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 12, 2014 All rights reserved.]
"Be not the first ...
by whom the new is tried, nor the last to lay the old aside." Words of wisdom taught to me by my grandfather, JEROME WALTERS.
"Let's get right church and go home." Instead of modern day churches being hospitals for the souls, far too many are reaching for that Almighty Dollar instead of Almighty GOD.
#1 - Stay away from "doctrines". Get on a one-on-one relationship with your GOD. Make sure you know quite often people think they are rejecting GOD. But they are in reality rejecting "religion". Reject indoctrination! Reject ALL hate teaching!
I just walked my sweet little dog, Cleo. It is a beautiful sunny day in Covington. I wore sweats. The kind with that soft fleece inside . Oh so comfortable. Then I remember being reminded by someone that I should not wear pants to church.
Why? Many years ago when I was growing up girls were not permitted to wear pants to school. Some idiot thought GOD would not like it. Thought girls wearing pants meant girls trying to become "mannish", masculine. Men were afraid women would forget their place. They would forget the man is the head of the house like Jesus is the head of the church.
Yea, you can be that for me "husband",provided you act and look just Jesus! Laugh out LOUD! No seriously. This is a case of cherry picking the Bible. Ladies if you find yourself married to a lazy, no count, whorish man that you do not respect and he hollers some crap about being head of the house, school him!
DO NOT BE A BLIND FOLLOWER! Check it out. Before you say you hate GOD, before you blame "Christianity" for all of the problems, genocide, wars and general mayhem, consider the source.
Do what you want. I AM NOT LEAVING HOME WITHOUT HIM! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DOUBT HIM! AND YOU SHO' CAN'T SHUT ME UP!
I am so proud of what GOD has done in my life, I'm leaping! I'm praising! I am shouting Hallelujah!
I'M FREE! I'M FREE! GOD'S TRUTH SET ME FREE!
"Let's get right church and go home." Instead of modern day churches being hospitals for the souls, far too many are reaching for that Almighty Dollar instead of Almighty GOD.
#1 - Stay away from "doctrines". Get on a one-on-one relationship with your GOD. Make sure you know quite often people think they are rejecting GOD. But they are in reality rejecting "religion". Reject indoctrination! Reject ALL hate teaching!
I just walked my sweet little dog, Cleo. It is a beautiful sunny day in Covington. I wore sweats. The kind with that soft fleece inside . Oh so comfortable. Then I remember being reminded by someone that I should not wear pants to church.
Why? Many years ago when I was growing up girls were not permitted to wear pants to school. Some idiot thought GOD would not like it. Thought girls wearing pants meant girls trying to become "mannish", masculine. Men were afraid women would forget their place. They would forget the man is the head of the house like Jesus is the head of the church.
Yea, you can be that for me "husband",provided you act and look just Jesus! Laugh out LOUD! No seriously. This is a case of cherry picking the Bible. Ladies if you find yourself married to a lazy, no count, whorish man that you do not respect and he hollers some crap about being head of the house, school him!
DO NOT BE A BLIND FOLLOWER! Check it out. Before you say you hate GOD, before you blame "Christianity" for all of the problems, genocide, wars and general mayhem, consider the source.
Do what you want. I AM NOT LEAVING HOME WITHOUT HIM! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DOUBT HIM! AND YOU SHO' CAN'T SHUT ME UP!
I am so proud of what GOD has done in my life, I'm leaping! I'm praising! I am shouting Hallelujah!
I'M FREE! I'M FREE! GOD'S TRUTH SET ME FREE!
Hiding is cowardly
I loved the Vacation Bible Study held in the military chapel in Smoke Bomb Hill, our section of Fort Bragg. Huge! Our apartment was huge. Very sparse. Martha and her new husband had very little furniture. I was only 4 but I had sense enough to be confused.
In this man's presence Martha was all over him, winding her beautiful golden body tightly around his stubby very muscular frame. Mathy would trust her tongue down his throat. Right in front of us! We were the 4 and 5 year old abandoned street urchins Mathy "Let her daddy keep".
When he wasn't around he was too black, "Too shawt","too ignut", "too country", "nigga a pervert", "nigga stupid", "I scrambled that nigg's brains". No matter what she called him, Mathy had come up. When she heard that she could get an allotment check for us, we were instantly "adopted".
I am hollering! I am illegal! My mother "adopted" us to her new husband with a little ink and a photo copier.
You see where I am going with this. I am four and it is obvious to me that something is mighty wrong with this bitch.
While I enjoy talking about my mother like a dog, ragging on her is not my purpose. I am telling you this as a WARNING! I want you to see up close and personal how fear and a wayward daughter, can destroy a dynasty.
It happened. I have proof. I have physical evidence , and most of all, GOD blessed me with clarity. My memory amazes me! Sometimes I just laugh and wink at GOD; "GAWD you just showing off!"
My poor mother traded her life for a Cadillac. The Bible says;"Seek ye first the Kingdom of GOD" and everything else will be added unto you. But, satan lures your simple hardheaded ass with stuff, fine clothes, fine houses, all the trappings of wealth.
I understand my poor mother's plight. "Ruined" at age 8, I am sure she was petted and over indulged. Knowing my mother's brilliant mind, I am sure she milked it. Jesus thank you! "I nevah so much as washed a pair of socks 'till I was 18!"
It just hit me! Woman, you had a baby at 16! Your mother took over that beautiful, high yalla, straight haired, Crowtan Indian baby , didn't she?
My mother was a malignant narcissist, created by an extremely irrational racist society. I understand how and why Martha never changed. Her physical body was 87 when she finally expired. But her mind, her mentally and emotional ability fluctuated between toddler and adolescent. Martha could never change because she was far too fierce! The bitch was violent!
If you want to live a life where you will always get your way, bloody some heads, behave like the savage monster you are.
It was terror that kept us silent. And love. To know Martha was to love her because she was charming. Charming but "no count". WHORISH! Men, women, children, groups. My LORD! My LORD! "Dust" can't hide this shit!
Everybody is not stupid. The worse place to be a slave during the Antebellum period was in the deep south, particularly Louisiana. Whites prevented many slaves from even thinking about running away by declaring 'gators preferred dark meat.
Now, you know why blacks were denied the slighest rudiments of an education. If you can keep a person dumb. If you can keep a person from reading, from critical thinking, you are guaranteed a slave forever, for generation after generation. Ignorance is self perpetuating. Every time I hear any one that declares their hatred and perversion to reading, I shake my head.
I do believe Martha was more intelligent than the average "coon" in Wade Station. She swore she sold lip reducing cream at age 16. "Shit, it won't nutting' but cold cream in a jar. I made the labels myself'"
Little me; "Did it work?" Mathy; "Hell No!…" "So, why did they buy it?" " 'Cause eva' time I saw'um I made out lak dey lips wuz shrinking … Man! Look at you! Yo' lips sho' gittin' smaller."
"Why would any one want to reduce their lips?" "Shit niggers wuz shame of dey lips! Big ass sausage lips! When you took a picture, the photographer would holler ;'Tuck in yo' lips!' …didn't nobody want no big ass, chug-a-lug nigga lips! "
Lesson, don't let any one or anything make you feel small or hate any thing about yourself. I believed this story. I know now that she could have been lying. I like the story, so I will keep it.
Trust GOD! If you want a Cadillac, ask GOD. He will give it to you! I didn't ask for a Cadillac, I asked for a brand new Jeep Cherokee. GOD gave it to me! Simple.
Poor Martha had no Faith. All of her faith was in Mathy Jane. Pride destroyed her. She was cowardly, could not face her mistakes, could not face herself. For far too long Mathy fooled herself trying to fool others.
Remember; "Apart from Christ WE are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 12, 2014 All rights reserved.]
In this man's presence Martha was all over him, winding her beautiful golden body tightly around his stubby very muscular frame. Mathy would trust her tongue down his throat. Right in front of us! We were the 4 and 5 year old abandoned street urchins Mathy "Let her daddy keep".
When he wasn't around he was too black, "Too shawt","too ignut", "too country", "nigga a pervert", "nigga stupid", "I scrambled that nigg's brains". No matter what she called him, Mathy had come up. When she heard that she could get an allotment check for us, we were instantly "adopted".
I am hollering! I am illegal! My mother "adopted" us to her new husband with a little ink and a photo copier.
You see where I am going with this. I am four and it is obvious to me that something is mighty wrong with this bitch.
While I enjoy talking about my mother like a dog, ragging on her is not my purpose. I am telling you this as a WARNING! I want you to see up close and personal how fear and a wayward daughter, can destroy a dynasty.
It happened. I have proof. I have physical evidence , and most of all, GOD blessed me with clarity. My memory amazes me! Sometimes I just laugh and wink at GOD; "GAWD you just showing off!"
My poor mother traded her life for a Cadillac. The Bible says;"Seek ye first the Kingdom of GOD" and everything else will be added unto you. But, satan lures your simple hardheaded ass with stuff, fine clothes, fine houses, all the trappings of wealth.
I understand my poor mother's plight. "Ruined" at age 8, I am sure she was petted and over indulged. Knowing my mother's brilliant mind, I am sure she milked it. Jesus thank you! "I nevah so much as washed a pair of socks 'till I was 18!"
It just hit me! Woman, you had a baby at 16! Your mother took over that beautiful, high yalla, straight haired, Crowtan Indian baby , didn't she?
My mother was a malignant narcissist, created by an extremely irrational racist society. I understand how and why Martha never changed. Her physical body was 87 when she finally expired. But her mind, her mentally and emotional ability fluctuated between toddler and adolescent. Martha could never change because she was far too fierce! The bitch was violent!
If you want to live a life where you will always get your way, bloody some heads, behave like the savage monster you are.
It was terror that kept us silent. And love. To know Martha was to love her because she was charming. Charming but "no count". WHORISH! Men, women, children, groups. My LORD! My LORD! "Dust" can't hide this shit!
Everybody is not stupid. The worse place to be a slave during the Antebellum period was in the deep south, particularly Louisiana. Whites prevented many slaves from even thinking about running away by declaring 'gators preferred dark meat.
Now, you know why blacks were denied the slighest rudiments of an education. If you can keep a person dumb. If you can keep a person from reading, from critical thinking, you are guaranteed a slave forever, for generation after generation. Ignorance is self perpetuating. Every time I hear any one that declares their hatred and perversion to reading, I shake my head.
I do believe Martha was more intelligent than the average "coon" in Wade Station. She swore she sold lip reducing cream at age 16. "Shit, it won't nutting' but cold cream in a jar. I made the labels myself'"
Little me; "Did it work?" Mathy; "Hell No!…" "So, why did they buy it?" " 'Cause eva' time I saw'um I made out lak dey lips wuz shrinking … Man! Look at you! Yo' lips sho' gittin' smaller."
"Why would any one want to reduce their lips?" "Shit niggers wuz shame of dey lips! Big ass sausage lips! When you took a picture, the photographer would holler ;'Tuck in yo' lips!' …didn't nobody want no big ass, chug-a-lug nigga lips! "
Lesson, don't let any one or anything make you feel small or hate any thing about yourself. I believed this story. I know now that she could have been lying. I like the story, so I will keep it.
Trust GOD! If you want a Cadillac, ask GOD. He will give it to you! I didn't ask for a Cadillac, I asked for a brand new Jeep Cherokee. GOD gave it to me! Simple.
Poor Martha had no Faith. All of her faith was in Mathy Jane. Pride destroyed her. She was cowardly, could not face her mistakes, could not face herself. For far too long Mathy fooled herself trying to fool others.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 12, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Thursday, December 11, 2014
From a child's mind
Growing up on an army base, the only girl and one of the few blacks, I always had to be the damn Indian. I hated that shit! The damn Indians wore feathers, could not talk. They only knew two words; Wampum and How. They ran around the wagon trains wasting their puny arrows until all of them were dead!
They never could shoot straight. They were savages!
"If you don't want to be the Indian, you can't play." (Fuck you, I said and went to my room and read a book.)
Parents we do have to be very careful of the images we present to our children. And Hollywood has to do better. LOL
They never could shoot straight. They were savages!
"If you don't want to be the Indian, you can't play." (Fuck you, I said and went to my room and read a book.)
Epiphany!
Hilarious! My mother always complained that GOD was too slow. She meant it. She was hilarious! As a matter of fact I hail from one of the funniest families on earth.
To this day. Follow any one in my family around with a camera and you have an instant sitcom. The only people that would not like it are people that do not curse profusely.
I do not have a problem with you not cursing, so you should not have a problem with my filthy mouth. "I got it from my mama." I know that is no excuse. It is a habit. But there is nothing wrong with it!
I can't believe the stupidity of some people! When GOD commanded us to NOT curse, He is not telling us to watch our language, dumb ass! He is telling us not to wish our ill will on people!
I know GOD is some where shaking His head; "I can't believe I created these dumb muthaf******! Shit! satan com'er1 Come git dese dumb ass niggers! Shit! I hate I wasted my time! Sunt my son down 'dere! Dem niggers toe his ass up with dispatch! Cudden stand to see nobody smarter than 'dem.
Dey the same way today! Shit! Dey calling me slow! IT HAS BEEN OVER TWO THOUSAND YEARS! Ya'll still don't git it. He told you to LOVE YE ONE ANOTHER AS I HAVE LOVED YOU!
I ain't told yo' fast ass nuttin' 'bout messin' wid gays, men being the head of the house. and eva' other thang you cud add on. Nun of that. That's ya'll. That's you smart ass … hypocritical, lying ass, half pimp ass, reaching for the money, preachers trying to form gawd in man's' own image."
One good thing about having a mother like mine, I no longer give a shit. I am unique, know it and love it. I "Home Church". Don't get me wrong. I love the church. But, I love the LORD more. There are a few things we are going to have to fix in the church. Far too many churches are segregated and are serious businesses or industries instead of hospitals for the soul. Money and greed have creept into too many houses of GOD.
And there are far too many preachers that don't know the WORD or live the life. Far too many parishioners accept that double standard. And too many of us attend church for entertainment and a "feel good moment."
Change! Churches, pastors, and all parishioners must seek to change, to love the LORD, to love one another.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 11, 2014 All rights reserved.]
To this day. Follow any one in my family around with a camera and you have an instant sitcom. The only people that would not like it are people that do not curse profusely.
I do not have a problem with you not cursing, so you should not have a problem with my filthy mouth. "I got it from my mama." I know that is no excuse. It is a habit. But there is nothing wrong with it!
I can't believe the stupidity of some people! When GOD commanded us to NOT curse, He is not telling us to watch our language, dumb ass! He is telling us not to wish our ill will on people!
I know GOD is some where shaking His head; "I can't believe I created these dumb muthaf******! Shit! satan com'er1 Come git dese dumb ass niggers! Shit! I hate I wasted my time! Sunt my son down 'dere! Dem niggers toe his ass up with dispatch! Cudden stand to see nobody smarter than 'dem.
Dey the same way today! Shit! Dey calling me slow! IT HAS BEEN OVER TWO THOUSAND YEARS! Ya'll still don't git it. He told you to LOVE YE ONE ANOTHER AS I HAVE LOVED YOU!
I ain't told yo' fast ass nuttin' 'bout messin' wid gays, men being the head of the house. and eva' other thang you cud add on. Nun of that. That's ya'll. That's you smart ass … hypocritical, lying ass, half pimp ass, reaching for the money, preachers trying to form gawd in man's' own image."
One good thing about having a mother like mine, I no longer give a shit. I am unique, know it and love it. I "Home Church". Don't get me wrong. I love the church. But, I love the LORD more. There are a few things we are going to have to fix in the church. Far too many churches are segregated and are serious businesses or industries instead of hospitals for the soul. Money and greed have creept into too many houses of GOD.
And there are far too many preachers that don't know the WORD or live the life. Far too many parishioners accept that double standard. And too many of us attend church for entertainment and a "feel good moment."
Change! Churches, pastors, and all parishioners must seek to change, to love the LORD, to love one another.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 11, 2014 All rights reserved.]
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