"Pay them no mind"

That is exactly what my grandfather would have told me.  "Truth crushed to earth shall rise again." And most importantly; "The wicked shall cease from troubling." Praise the LORD!

"GOD don't want no fakers!"  If you cant serve Him in Spirit and in Truth, sit down!  GO pray!  Shave your head, put on sack cloth and ashes! Fast and pray!  Most of all confess your sins.

Jesus told YOU to know the truth and the truth will set you free! Screaming, hollering at me, calling me foul filthy names will not stop me!  Back Up!  Bow down satan!  Bow down sons and daughters of satan!  You are caught, caught up to your eyeballs in sin and iniquity.

Now, you  can continue to suffocate and squabble among yourselves rotting in that pit your evil mother left you  in or you can get up.  You have clear memories.  We always knew something was rotten in the cotton, we just didn't know what.

I had no name for it.  Why is this woman play acting? Pretending to be a Madame Swami.  We laughed.  It was hilarious, Martha's latest scheme.  Reading Tarot cards, "working roots" and only GOD knows what else.

We laughed!  Every Saturday a horde of ignorant dirt farmers from miles around lined both sides of Dwain Drive seeking deliverance from their bad luck.

Sure Madame XXX restored old men's nature. She would convince these older men that their inability to get an erection was caused by their wives or some relative or scorned lover putting a root on them.  Madame XXX studied them carefully, read their mind perfectly to know exactly how much money she could extract from this nit wit.

Sometimes Madame XXX sacrificed thousands of dollars in order to prevent imminent death from some gullible chump sitting, intoxicated by her beauty and damn near white skin.  Using a faux homemade Jamaican/ghetto accent Madame XXX was in her element.  Tickled enough to piss on herself when she sneezed or laughed Madame XXX was about that money.

I am not telling you this out of a sense of revenge or payback.  I am telling you my story because you need warning.  You need to know that you are in serious danger of suffering eternal death in hell fire if you continue in your blind allegiance.

I know you hurt.  Your heart aches just like mine did for 60 years!  One day I finally accepted it, I finally knew, this woman does not love me!  This woman does not love anyone, never did, never will.

Dont scream at me:"Let her rest in peace!"  Come on people, that is something she should have considered before she deliberately left us here secretly hating each other.  Secretly just as jealous and envious and two-faced as Madame XXX.

She taught us well, ingrained it deep.  I am sure a bone marrow scan would reveal terrifying fear in my DNA.

Yell, scream, curse, cuss, act the pure fool if anyone comes near you with GOD's Gospel Truth.  That is not what you want to hear.  You want people to constantly praise you.  "Tell me how good my hair is again. I sho' am yalla! hugh?  You know that makes me special.  That gives me the right to mistreat and abuse you.  Plus we be kin.  You can never tell the awful things I did to you, that I deliberately had done to you.  I was good wasn't I?  You lacked not to nevah found out! He-he-he-he-he.

I fooled eva'body!  I pinned all my sickness, my perversion on you.  Dem simpletons blived it too. He-he-he-he!"

"No you still can't tell.  You can't tell nobody I wudden nuttin' but an anti-mother.  I hated all you black muthaf*****.  Yea I deliberately mistreated you.  I wanted you damn n***** to leave and nevah come back jest lak I used to tell you damn near eva'day.  Don't tell nobody Ni! We can't  let dem ignut coons know dat I ain't nuttin' but a phony.  Hell No! I don't love Christ! Can't you tell.  He told you to look at my fruit dummy!"

Recently I was delighted to be attacked and called the enemy by a family member.  When he railed and threatened, I smiled.  It felt so good to know I am not retarded.  Dear LORD, thank you!  Thank you for her targeting me as her scapegoat.  Thank you for making her make them hate me.  Good riddance!

Blind, cripple and crazy I will not be.  "YOU  A HYPOCRITE! YOU FULL OF THE DEVIL! YOU FULL OF S***! YOU AIN'T NO CHRISTIAN! CAN'T FORGIVE YO' MAMA!!!!!"

So, someone wants me to remain silent so that the diabolically evil woman will look good in death.  We must perpetuate this image of Mother XXX.  We must praise her to high heaven and lie to each other that we know our not so saintly mother was a good woman and is now resting with the LORD.  She was special.   She is the one person that defied GOD and slipped into Heaven without repentance.  (My LORD, my LORD!)

Perhaps I am the dumb, headless body, psychopath that you claim I am.  But I assure you I am not your enemy.  Your worse enemy, the worse enemy you could have ever had is safely in the ground.  You do not have to lie and pretend any more.  You do not have to cloak!

Now as far as my forgiveness is concerned, you can't judge me.  You don't know what is in my heart.  I might not be real smart.  I certainly am not as alert and brilliant as I used to be.  But, I do have sense enough to know that if a person truly wants your forgiveness they will ask for it.  They will not go around telling everyone; "I gave dat backstabbin' b**** my a** to kiss!"  If a person truly cared about how they are going to be remembered they would live a good and righteous life.  They would not pretend, then threaten, curse, abuse, "root" everyone that seemed to be catching on to her elaborate ruse.

For those that complain that I write too much.  Writing is what I do.  I started writing down my thoughts in silence because my mother forbid me to talk .  "You talk too f****** much!  Why don't you shut duh f*** up! "  My ability to write, to transform words into art is my gift from GOD.  My mother was a brilliant writer but she squandered and lost her gift because she was insanely jealous and criminally wicked.

So I took to writing .  I just wanted to communicate.  I was lonely.  My brother was nothing but a damn bully.  I preferred to be alone.  Luckily I had a huge nearly empty bedroom. My imagination ran rampant.  GOD taught me how to have a good time all by myself.

No, demon, demon imps, flunkies, lost, lazy, pathetic, what ever your issue is; You will not keep me from GOD's Glory , from His Light, from His Truth!  If you chose to remain shackeled, enslaved, stewing in your own filth because you dont have the courage to accept your truth.  If you cursed GOD.  If you are some where snorting, angry, depressed, broke, lonely, out of touch, deranged and confused, it is your own fault.

You have tried every thing but prayer.  You have a stiff neck and a nasty attitude.  You are a LIAR and the truth ain't in you!"

Attention all nasty pedophiles, all "root workers", all workers of iniquity, you have hereby been put on notice: Touch NOT my anointed.   It will not end well.

Every word in that book is real, is true.  Follow the path GOD laid out for you.  Do not go the way of the ungodly.

[Excerpt from The JR WALTERS Chronicles   June 16, 2014]