I am not perfect.

I did not make myself and I did not ask to come here.

I can not be perfect.  I am who I am!  I will not apologize for being my unique authentic self.   I must say this or explode.  Do not tell me how to feel.  You can not tell me how to feel.   No one can control their emotions, their brain activity.  Not really.  Stifling, holding in my pain , is what got me in this awful condition I am in today.

I am determined, with the help of the LORD,  to stop or at least slow down this pipeline to whoredom.

I am not going to permit my "mother" to rape , destroy, stalk and succeed in her Madness. This Generational Curse has completely ravaged my family and families like mine long enough! 

I AM GETTING UP AND I AM TELLING!  You want to march? demand justice? Stand up for all abused children!  SHARE THIS! TELL THE WORLD ABOUT THESE JEZEBEL SPIRITED MEN AND WOMEN DELIBERATELY DESTROYING OUR CHILDREN!  OUR CHURCHES!  
WHY DO YOU REMAIN SILENT!?  DOES MY PAIN, MY TRUTH,  EMBARRASS YOU!? THERE IS NO SANCTUARY FOR DEMONIC IMPS!  YOU CAN'T HIDE THEM OR DENY THEY EXIST.

It does hurt me deeply when my friends and family demand that I straighten up, "let it go!", "Forget It" and continue to  fail to hear a single word I've said.

A woman, a so called mother, pimping out her toddlers and young children,  to her lovers for fun!   GOD SAID NO! CONTINUE LYING FOR HER! CONTINUE CLOAKING! 

If you hurt long enough and bad enough, you'll come out of that hole she prematurely buried us in.

I get, "Well, it happened." and a blank stare.  Or I get; "What do you want me to do about it?"

Dear LORD, what kind of world am I occupying?  Have we all become selfish narcissists like my mother?

My mother preached Jesus on Sunday and satan five minutes after the sermon she was back to her old sneaky lying self.  We took it.  I am watching Twelve Years A Slave  and seeing my evil sneaky mother.

Wickedness has nothing to do with color.

DEAR LORD SHARE THIS WORD FOR ME! OPEN DOORS! BLAST EVERY LINGERING IMP AND DEMON OUT OF MY PATH! (If it be thy will. PTL!)

[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES   January 20, 2015  All rights reserved.]