Let me tell you about GOD'S DIVINE ORDER!

It will come to past when you least expect it.  When your enemy, your secret low coward tormentor thinks she has won.  When see is confident that she won.  When she is laughing victoriously with her fellow reprobates.

Just when she thought she had you sealed up and buried in the cesspool she created just for you.  When she gets on her horn and tells all of your relatives that you flunked out of Graduate school , lost your fantastic lucrative fellowship to New York State University (Binghampton).  Knowing  full well she manipulated and lured you away.

Mathy danced and screamed deliriously, clapped her hands and squealed like the sow wearing a gold ring in her nose that she was.  GOD lead me to Atlanta University, gave me another Fellowship.  Yes, they mistreated me, black self hatred is deep.  But, while suffering there I discovered Trevor Arnett Library and what a treasure trove for my Masters Thesis; "Instances of Voodoo and Conjure as revealed through slave narratives".

While pursuing my masters I discovered  how "witchcraft", voodoo, and hoodoo permeated slave communities.  Not so surprising I learned slaves and former slaves rarely used their "magic" potions, dust and talismans against their white oppressors.  The fools, the lost, the blind, the evil, used it against their own kind.

What was generally their motivation?  Jealousy, plain old envy.  Envy combined with their ignorance.
My Masters Thesis helped me to recognize my mother.  Did I know she used "roots"  Yes.  Did I ever suspect that she used her powers against me? Yes.

Then why were we fooled and duped for so long? FEAR! The terrorizing fear she instilled in us before we could walk or talk.  The third degree burns she left on our young skin to remind us to never buck her, to never tell.

Dear children, let GOD'S DIVINE ORDER rule in your life.  Come to Jesus.  Embrace His truth.

 My own mother used to curse me profusely declaring that I wasn't s***!  I knew I was what they called in the country (Wade Station, North Carolina, Route #1,Box 1, Godwin, NC); "a throw-ed away baby."  A throw-ed away baby is one that the mother does not want, hates, resents and mistreats.  You can easily identify them when they are with their well dressed, perfected coiffed mothers. Their noses are always snotty, their clothes are dirty, ragged and their hair is unkempt.  Their mothers deliberately leave them in harms way hoping and praying that they will soon die and she can pretend that she really cared.  (Young men beware of that heifer)  Their mothers are always shameless whores and are very jealous in general, not just towards the litter of bastard babies they carelessly produce.  They don't want these little blood clots to have Anything! Not a smile, a compliment, a gift, nothing!  They certainly do not want to see them do well in life.  So they pretend.  Yes, they do talk and act a good game.  They will do the unthinkable and unimaginable in order to remain the sickest, lowest ,reprobates that ever crawled on this earth.

Since I was nothing, some one's used trash, I started recycling trash.  Things discarded , thrown away.  For example this used to be a plastic juice bottle.  If you look closely you can see her neck is the bottle top  painted brown.  I think I make them pretty because my mother always told me that I was pretty.  But she always added that it was such a waste to be so beautiful with such long beautiful hair and unfortunately be born so black.  All my life my mother made me feel I was a piece of charcoal, blacker than a thousand midnights, unworthy, unwanted.  Maybe that is why I tried so hard to overcome.  Educated myself, every penny!  No mother, no father to help me.

Yes, I am an Overcomer and I am bragging! Just as proud as I can be.  GOD took a little waif, lifted her up.  Helped her to graduate from college with honors.  Helped her teach successfully and proudly for 30 years.  Gave her a brilliant beautiful daughter, the love of her life!  Gave her homes and cars every time that monster worked her deceitful magic.

GOD gave me eyes to see, ears to hear and a mouth to speak.  GOD gave me artistic talent, He gave me  the same writing talent that He gave Martha (but she deliberately misused)

To GOD be the Glory.  If you have a Martha in your life, a hidden demon, a loved one suffering secretly with Malignant Narcissistic Personality Disorder I will pray with you and for you.  Be delivered today! Be REDEEMED today.  Know that GOD breaks every chain! PTL!

[Excerpt from The JR WALTERS Chronicles  July 9, 2014  All rights reserved.]