Here is a hint...

If you love GOD, truth, love, justice, right…what ever name you want to assign it, you will NOT do wrong.  You will find yourself incapable.

No right thinking, GOD fearing person is ever going to harm a helpless child.  No GOD loving, GOD fearing person is going to allow it to happen either.

Selfishness, being completely absorbed with one's self, unable to love or care for anyone.  Now, add sadistic pleasure.  This very selfish self absorbed person finds pleasure, I am sure it was carnal, in the most despicable acts unimaginable!

Why am I screaming so loudly now? All the pieces are rapidly falling into place and they fit neatly.  We were Trauma bonded. (Google it)

I knew, but I didn't know.  I suspected and always talked myself out of the truth.  My mother,  a witch, a "root worker" against me, no!  My mother is evil and hates all of us with a passion,... no!  My mother is a big whore,... no.  She is just a savvy woman.  She knows how to get hers.

Martha's extreme ignorant jealousy was off the chart!  If you were more attractive, more intelligent, had fifty extra cents, Martha hated you.  She plotted on how she was going to con you out of that fifty cents, leave you broken and betrayed,  as she laughed IN YOUR FACE!.

Martha would stay away for a little while before she would turn on her charm just to slay you once again and laugh; "You duh fool!…shuddna' believed me!!!!! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

No one was ever going to believe you.  Always popular, always loved.  She kept an entourage of "believers", always the showman, the fascinating, spellbinding master storyteller and comedienne.  You would enjoy being around you until you had to pay.

You would pay and you would pay dearly.  She labeled me the NARC.  She was the NARC! Called the "law" on my brother for selling a little weed.  He ends up losing his house and his land.

Mathy never had the courage to tell him how much she hated him.  But she sure told me, over and over.  Why didn't I tell him? Trauma bonding.

Don't worry, satan can't win.  I think my mother had a form of demonic retardation; "You can't win fuh duh fix you in…I can't lose fun duh stuff I use!"

Lies you tell satan.

"Apart from Christ we are nothing."

[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES   January 21, 2015  All rights reserved.]