You need to get hungry children ...

You need to get on your knees and beg for the indwelling of the Holy Ghost! I am sitting here at my desk, on my computer, praising and thanking GOD for my life, for my journey, for my freedom.

Children, I was utterly cast down.  Born into the evil demonic clutches of a sick fallen woman.  A vicious woman!  Strong as any three field slaves.  Just as ignorant and vacuous as the day is long.  Nasty, common, never met a boundary that she didn't bust her way through, smash and grab.

That woman held me hostage, beat and brutalized me until I became her b****, her quarry slave.  Children, I tell you this woman lived the most foul perverted life unimaginable.  Cussed me, molested me, raped me, degraded me, tortured me, spread sick lies on me.  (I will not include my five brothers in my testimony because they are still sniveling , cowering and quaking from the unimaginable things she did to them.)

I've been viciously attacked by the impish watchdogs she left here to guard her plastic image, the fantasy she created in her own sick, demented mind. This creature, this abomination created herself!  This one woman of high intelligence decided to use her talents and gifts against GOD!

satan gave her a foolproof plan.  "Do everything you want to do.  Beat and rape your own babies.  LIE like a cross tie. Fornicate day and night with anything warm, still breathing.  Corrupt everything you touch, then sit up in the church house on Sunday.  Make sure you get the best seat.  Demand those dummies to give you a seat of honor.  Entertain them with a lot of loud ignorant preaching that will never edify their lives.  Yea, sister Mathy I am going to plant you in a big church, let you have your way, let you ruin and destroy it.  You sho' a good imp Mathy Jane.  You do all this evil for me, for free!
I am so glad that you are jealous of your beautiful daughter.  I am so glad you listened and didn't flush her like you did the other ones."

GOD told me to count it all Joy! I do! I've been set free from stupidity, loud ignorant vulgar heathens. Praise the LORD! They don't like me.  As a matter of fact they hate me.  Why? They refuse to know the truth.  They don't want to know the truth.  Why should they?  That woman played Miss Generous Magnanimous with them, bought their love cheaply.  She was evil to them also.  Lied, worked roots, lead astray, blinded, fooled, destroyed and made damn sure they would always be too blind, deaf and dumb to catch on.

My family let me know loud and clear that they are happy in their pit of misery, squabbling and fighting among themselves.  All little Mathy Janes, created in their demonic mother's image.  Bathing in her rank piss that she convinced them was fresh rain.  Hey, if you want to remain a cowardly imp for satan because your mother was, go right ahead.

While you are getting offended and fighting mad you may want to read your Bible.  It would help if you prayed.  The fact is a pretty little girl was raped at age eight.  That little girl was my mother.  I don't know the background fully.  I do know that by the time this little girl was 13 she had the reputation of being a notorious nymphomaniac whore.  "Common as bat s***!" was the description the community used always in reference to her.

Any way, to make a very long story as short as possible, that little girl grew into the most devious conniving Jezebel this world has  ever seen.  She may not be the worse person that ever lived but she is certainly close to it.  I would put her with the likes of Adolf Hitler.  Martha had no conscious, no compassion, no cares.

I suffered with that witch stalking, lying and attempting to destroy me for my entire life.  My relatives keep screaming;"Let her rest in peace!"  Like that is up to me.  I'm trying to heal from the open wounds this modern day demon inflicted upon me.

She is dead!   You don't have to continue her agenda.  You don't have to remain blind.  You are free now.  Finally enjoy your life.

"Let it go Gwen! Forget it! Why can't you forgive her!  You full of the devil!"  So I am full of the devil?  Not the woman that tortured and destroyed you?

No! You let it go! Let go of petrifying fear! Let go of the shame and embarrassment she plunged you into. Let go of the lies she perpetuated against you in order to make herself look good. Let go of the self hatred she planted in you.

Dear critic, I write because I am a writer.  That is what I do.  I write what is on my mind.  I tell what GOD tells me to tell.

I do thank you for your rebuke, for your foul treatment, for the name calling and insults.  Martha taught us well. You don't like me and I don't like you.  You don't want to associate with me and I don't want to associate with you.

I refuse to be linked to a family that will try to camouflage a stank rank demon and put her in GOD's Heaven based on her mountain of lies and deceit.  You will have to answer to GOD one day.  Claiming that she was your mother and you loved her will not suffice.  If you love your mother or father more than you love GOD you are not worthy of the Kingdom.

[Excerpt from the JR WALTERS CHRONICLES COPYRIGHT JUNE 17, 2014  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED]