I Will Not Be Silenced!

"...Go ye, and tell that fox, behold, I cast out devils, and do cures today and tomorrow, and the third day I shall be perfected." Luke 13:32

Saturday, August 22, 2015

My strength ...

First of all you must know that my strength comes from the LORD.  Yes, Martha, that same LORD, you refused to believe in, had no faith in.  Put all of your phony, best, brilliant acting into pretending that you loved Him.

It was your fruit.  I must give it to you.  You were precise, perfect, you could scramble brains.  Unfortunately that is not a skill anyone wants on their resumé.  It is not a gift.  Does it require intelligence as you claimed?  No, it requires cunning.

Martha, no one likes cunning.  The person that will hate you the most, is You!  It was the deep hatred and self loathing that you secretly held for yourself that set you on that road to vile repugnance.  That is why you burned with sickening, debilitating, raging,  vitriolic hatred against me.

You knew I never so much as raised my voice to you.  Were you ashamed that I was such a willing quarry slave?  Why didn't you just stop?  Why didn't you just pray?  You knew that you could have prayed for the indwelling of The Holy Spirit.

Fake! Phony! Artificial! Double minded! Two-edged tongue! Predatory! Negative!  Greedy! Lying!
Pride!  AND MOST OF ALL INSANELY JEALOUS!

Pride goeth before a fall, before failure, before you mess your life up forever being rebellious and demonically cruel.

You knew that you were demonically cruel!  Oh yes you did!  You knew that you were sadistic!  But it was such a good tool.  It always worked.   Your extremely savage behavior  guaranteed that you would always get your way and getting your way was all you ever wanted.

The problem was your extreme primitive ignorance.  You were not well read,  Martha.  You lacked the intellectual stamina required to read a book thoroughly.  You really did think that you were siting on a Gold mine".  How whorish.

Let me qualify that.  You never had the intellectual stamina to read great books or the Bible but,  you had no problem reading books on the Occult, your precious, "The Seven Lost Book of Moses".

You had the nerve to be the extremely whorish woman that demanded the respect of a "lady" because you thought you looked like a lady.  Sure, you wore nothing but the finest and most expensive outfits, but, you were a low whore.

Martha!  No one wants a whore!  Male or female!  A whore is something nasty, something stank!  No one wants a woman that will go around the corner and do anything with any warm body.   Forget how you got that way.  The fact that you would try to dump your dead carne on me is an  outrage!

And to never stop!  To be up in  your eighties, just as ignorant, primitive, lying and demonic as you were at 16!  As a mater of fact you were worse.  Rot!  You should rot in hell forever and every one that loves you!

"Now we command you, brethren, in the name of the LORD Jesus Christ, that ye withdraw yourselves from every brother that walketh disorderly, and not after the tradition which he received us."  II Thessalonians 3:6

A "root working", dirt chunking, sexually perverted mother should not be tolerated because she claims to be an ordained minister.  And to add fuel to the fire, she called them fools.  She had no respect  for the people that ordained her!

Your ardent, rigid, intractable ignorance and stupidity gives me a mind numbing headache!  There is no excuse for blatant idiocy like yours!  It is Free Will!  You are a volunteer imp!  Yes, I am glad you are dead and your decision to mock GOD by crucifying me was GOD's mysterious blessing .  To laugh at me, to ridicule me so cruelly, before you died spurred this rant , initially .

Now, I want to honor my grandfather, the man you so cowardly robbed of his life.  Yes, you thought you had the absolute right!  You are one person that truly believed that You could do as you pleased, as long as you pleased BECAUSE OF THE COLOR OF YOUR SKIN!

Woman, you and your kind are beyond ignorant! You are an ABOMINATION!

PTL!

I press on    ...


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