"Cast not your pearls (wisdom) before swine." If you are swine, you are filthy, greedy, immoral and wallow in your own filth. You care nothing for GOD or His Word. As a matter of fact , you hate it, and secretly hate everyone that keeps bugging you with it.
I refuse to be swine! I am proud to be celibate for 26 years! I am not about to waste my time with a whoremongering liar just to claim I am "happily married". To be in lockstep, to be just like every one else.
"Do for self!" My grandfather taught me that. "We didn't come here to stay always". "Never let no sorry ****** bring you down". All words of wisdom from my grandfather. He was a good man. Unfortunately his life reads like the book of Job.
A good Christian man, MURDERED by his own daughter. Sorry, granddaddy , I do believe you identified too heavily with the "black race". You associated with people much too gullible, uncaring and frankly illiterate.
Granddaddy did the best he could with that daughter. One son murdered. Shot down at seventeen . The other son becomes a murderer protecting that extremely whorish , deeply disturbed , cunning , conniving, older sister. And the low slut paid him back with secret "witchcraft" and deep silent hatred.
When Jesus refused to answer His critics it was the GOD in Him that prevented Him. While Martha Jane Walters was extremely loud, clamorous, she was that woman in Proverbs that you would rather live in a hole in the ground, than suffer life attempting to live with. That was her, that was my mother. Can you imagine being a young teen reading the Bible daily? I did, thought it normal. Do know when I read those descriptions in the scripture, I did recognize her. "That's Mathy Jane!"; my head would scream. No, I didn't say anything! Did the slaves say anything to their masters? You did if you were ready to die!
(We should have killed her, just collectively stoned her lying wicked ass to death. We should have tied and gagged her like she did my brother. We should have beat the life out of her like she did my brothers.)
Any way, we lived with her. Learned to survive quite well. I learned to love and crave mayonnaise sandwiches . The trick is to fill them with black pepper, makes them more palatable. I still love grits. I can't imagine why. "Grits and grease" was Mathy's main staple for us. There was no way she could wear all those fine clothes and trade in a new fine car, for a newer finer car every year, without starving and deliberately mistreating the six children she did not want.
As loud and as vulgar as Mathy was, you did not want her to fall silent. Mathy's silence was ghostly and and it was deadly and it was always followed by the greatest evil, the most diabolical evil, few have ever heard of.
Martha's diabolical silence spelled your ruin. I was nineteen. I was fit to be tied! I was screaming, I was in anguish. We were in her new Cadillac headed back to our house in Fayetteville. She was happy. Martha walked out of that dayroom like "new money", vibrant, radiant, relieved, like she ran the world. Like she was Catherine the Great, like she had done no wrong, ever.
If I had not seen it with my own eyes I never would have believed it. After fornicating with at least four young soldiers, that did finally have the decency to take her into a private room, Martha emerged, happy, content, silent.
Martha stared straight. Did not take her eyes off of Bragg Boulevard. I could tell all my screeching, demanding an explanation, annoyed her. Not enough to say she was sorry. Not one word about forgiveness. I could tell she was pissed with me and pissed with GOD. I think she was more pissed with me for believing what she considered to be "Hogwash", GOD's Hogwash. There was no way Martha was going to ever pass up on earthy pleasure and she did not care if GOD was looking or was in fact in the room. Mathy belonged to satan and she was secretly glad. Martha was silent because she was happy. Her silence was her signal to satan that he was her true king.
Martha stared straight. I know now that she was plotting revenge against me. Not for anything I did, but perhaps for what I didn't do. I was 19, I was old enough to join the "fun". Perhaps I would have joined, had I not been such a prude.
An evil doer that gives you nothing but ghostly silence is not to be feared. But you must prepare for them. You must gird up your loins and prepare yourself for the worse because it is coming and it is coming with a vengeance !
Martha is no longer menacing on this earth but her little "flying monkeys" are. I don't know why. Your evil will not prosper you anything. If you get anything, you will get the curse you tried to pin on me.
One thing I know, "GOD got me!" The reason I know, He told me and I have evidence. I have sixty-four years of indisputable truth. GOD has saved me so many times from the evil works of that demon that called herself my closet kin , I know He is tired.
Martha just up and died. Went into a coma while having elective surgery. Surgery that she didn't need. Insisted on having because I was getting too close. I was asking too many questions. I know Martha thinks her low morals, her carnal urges, her extreme promiscuity was tied to her rape (rapes) as a child.
She is a lie, it was free will. It was her evil demonic spirit , her sick selfish mind. I can see clearly what you did to us Martha Jane and I know why. Having me (us) raped as a child, did not render me carnal. As a matter of fact, it had the exact opposite affect.
Yes, I will keep telling on you to my dying breathe. Maybe few are mature enough in GOD's Word, to hear me now. But one day, they will. One day on this earth, the world will know that it was warned about these Jezebel spirited creatures up in the "church" preaching, putting on a show.
I still do not understand why so many people still fear her and I don't understand why Jerome Walter's kin refuse to honor him. You are cursed! You will never be blessed by the gift, the blessing GOD has stored up for you, as long as you fear filthy evil doers like Martha Jane Walters!
PTL!
I press on ...
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