His Grace and Mercy

I am so humbled, I feel faint.  At this precise moment I am as weak as water.  Amazed! Honored! Anointed! Appointed!  Praise the LORD!

It had to be GOD on my side.  Dear LORD,  thank you for the blinders.  Thank you for the antidote, the balm in Gilead.  "There is a balm in Gilead to save the sin sick heart."

An arrogant demon came to this earth and enslaved, massacred, butchered, destroyed, decimated  and enticed,  far too many into captivity.

There are two people on this earth that Martha Jane Walters should have kept her filthy talons off of; Jerome Walters and myself.

I see her diabolical secrets are still safely hidden and cloaked with others.  I won't!  That savage did me (us) too much wrong.  That lascivious demon laughed in my face, stabbed me in the back, repeatedly, for 62 years!  Robbed me blind.  Traded her miserable whorish life for mine,  knowing full well her sadistic deeds had left me a shell of a woman, a complete eunuch.

Martha knew.  Martha also knew,  I knew.  We both knew that we were both too weak to face the truth.  I think it was around 2005.  We were excited, elated.  My long lost brother had returned home after 25 years!

I assumed he just could not take her controlling him any more.  I had no idea what deep secrets lay buried.

 We were driving slowly down Highway #301 in Wade, North Carolina.  Reminiscing,  my "mother" was pointing out the house she was born in, laughing about that famous Miss Jody Cook.    For some reason, I insisted on visiting my grandfather's grave.  I was ashamed to admit it, I had never been back since we laid him to rest in 1979.

Martha always had an excuse for never wanting to visit his grave.  Mainly,  it was always too "grown up", the weeds and trees had taken over.  "Yo'cain' t git down in dere'"

I had been gone for too many years.  Plus,  I knew if I pressed her too hard , I was going to get the "treatment".  The silent treatment, the talked about to my face treatment,  called filthy names to my face and behind my back.  The withdrawal of phony love "treatment".

It wasn't worth it.  Granddaddy was still dead.  He wasn't going anywhere and I might have to remember that it was she, Martha Jane Walters MURDERED HER OWN DADDY!

Dear LORD, help me tell this story.  It was the eyes.  The same red glowing demonic eyes I saw when she held this three year old down in the woods cursing the life out of me.  I saw those same eyes when she brutally and savaged beat my naked twelve year old brother nearly to death.

I saw those eyes when I was raped!  I saw those same red hell fire glowing eyes when I caught her trying to deafen my newborn daughter.

GOD said NO!

Bow down satan!  Go straight back to hell , you cur!

PTL!

I press on    ...