The Glory of Love!

I went from "scuze-me-sorry-i'm-living-and-bothering-you-your-high-yalla-highness", to "IM FREE! THANK GOD ALL MIGHTY I' M FREE! "  in one GOD given moment of Grace.

I thank you LORD!  How could I know the woman that I called mother was a low beast, a monstrosity?  The saddest thing about being vexed by a legion of demons like Mathy Jane, you get used to it.  I do compare it to slavery.

The poor field slaves were blasted out of their beds with horns, before sun rise.  I say beds, but they were really nests.  Dugouts in a shanty shack  in the cold , cold ground of the floor less ,  "slave quarters".  Softened by piles of straw, grass or perhaps feathers.  Not goose down.  That was reserved for the wealthiest of the wealthy.

I am sure it really didn't matter to the slave, exhausted, worn out from "slaving" in the hot fields all day.  Slaves worked from "can't to can't", can't see in the morning, until can't see at night. Forced to do the work of  four or five people,  regardless of gender and age.  It is very much like the public school to me.  If there was ever a prison, a precursor to the penitentiary , the public school is it.

America is so busy being racist,  hateful "Christians", it can't see right now.  Most people of color are so glad that "The Man" finally opened that door a little, they will not risk doing anything right or anything for GOD, less they lose their place in line.   When you are in line behind millions of like minded talented people,  something in your spirit should tell you that you need GOD! AND YOU NEED HIM RIGHT NOW!

 THE FACT THAT A HUGE CHURCH DENOMINATION DOES NOT SEE FIT TO SAVE THE WORLD FROM SUCH MONSTERS, DELIBERATELY DEFAMING THE NAME OF GOD AND THEY KNEW IT AND KNOW IT, SHOULD FRIGHTEN YOU!

"You are taking my money, got me in the tithing line, convinced me to get out of debt, to not gamble, in order to have more money to give to you.  But when my sincere daughter comes to you humbly,  begging for your intercession,  SIMONE TEMPLE A.M.E. ZION CHURCH ON YADKIN ROAD IN FAYETTEVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA…you went deliberately SILENT!  "Could nobody hear you pray."  Sorry, perhaps I should have sent a large check first.

You can not be afraid,  because you preach, you of all people know the WORD; "GOD said fear no man."  Were you also "rooted"?   Now we know that she was a "dust shaker"!  Perhaps she did sprinkle some dust on the preacher, on the "prayer warriors".  Perhaps it worked.

Just make sure it is NOT  a case of not caring, of could-not-possibly-care-less.  That would not be good.  "Woe unto you", if that is in fact true.

I am bragging!  My church sent a representative! PTL! That made me feel so good! They did call, they did anoint me and grease me up! PTL!

 "The time is coming soon " when the color of your skin will not protect you. YOUR MONEY, STATUS, RACE, CONNECTIONS, WILL NOT PROTECT YOU!

My mother was NOT a  "nigger"  because she was black.  My mother was a nigger because she served satan!   It is Spiritual, not racial.  You better hurry up and catch up to this concept.

In GOD's Divine Order, this hellion, this viperous,  poisonous, heat seeking python , did everything she knew how to destroy me!   Praise GOD almighty!    Made me glad to accept scraps from her table.  Humbled the hell out of me.  Fooled me! Fooled me just like she did all her men, all of her victims.

"I kin scramble any muthafucker's mind!  I will scramble a muthafucker's mind jest lak an egg! he-e-e-eeeeeeeeeee!"  Little did I know that brag included me, my brothers, my entire family.

All I can say is,  that is one sick mind every one should avoid.  The saddest of all facts, she lost big time. I could have been a great published author and of course I would have shared my wealth with her.

My brother was brilliant enough in medicine, in science, in physics,   to cure cancer.  My other brother is one of the greatest musician/song writers I have ever heard.

A nigger is someone so foul, they would rather lose, rot, become nothing, if they can take you with them,  without your knowledge. They must fool you.  That is the true source of their joy, your innocent ignorance and gullibility.   They hate the truth.  They must find something wrong with you in order to justify their foul hatred.

As far as I know, my relatives hate me for talking, for spilling my guts.  A few did call me a liar.   One, thinks I am a body without a head.  He also thinks his mother loved him.  If he only knew .01 percent of the lies she pinned on him.   But , some of them are grandchildren, therefore their testimony does not count.

Get the bleach children!  Get the sulfur! You know what to do.  You don't believe in it.  Ask King Saul, ask Moses,  Just google it dis-believing-don't-believe-shit-stank-******!