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

Thursday, September 3, 2015

BOW DOWN sATAN!!!

"No weapon formed against me shall prosper!"  BOW DOWN MARTHA JANE WALTERS HODGES DOSTER WATSON LAMOUREAUX!!!   BOW DOWN YOU CUR!!!

Martha Jane Walters you have been weighed in the balances and found wanting!  Wanting CHARACTER!  Wanting HONOR! Integrity! Virtue! One sincere bone in your body!  YOU HORRIBLE MORALLY BANKRUPT COMMON WHORE!

How dare you leave this earth refusing to repent of your many, many sins! How dare you come to this earth and play GOD, taking and destroying lives!  How dare you be a ravenous wolf in sheep's clothing, preaching for cover.

How dare you terrorize your five sons into total silence.  You were a pestilence Martha.  A low maggot of a woman.

Everyone that declares me a fool, so be it.  I ain't listening to you.  Listening to you is what kept me in bondage, the clutches of that MONSTROSITY! This MONGREL OF A MOTHER for 62 long, horrifying years.


Never lie to GOD.  I promised GOD when I turned 15 , if He would just let me live, let me survive to see my 18th birthday that I would leave and never come back.  I lied to GOD.  I was tricked and manipulated by the greatest, lying whore satan ever created.

She changed, Martha cooed, gave me her old car.  Suddenly was so in love with me, showering me with compliments and gifts, I fell for every lying word.  Sent me off to Graduate school with money in my pocket.  Nothing, like the first time when she dropped me off with a dollar and thirty five cents that she did not know I had.  Called me on the phone every day.

Life was heaven. I finally had the mother I always yearned for.  Not long after, she started up again.  Tricked me out of State University of New York-Binghampton. "Come on home tuh yo'mama baby!"

Do know GOD never left me.  He fully understood why I forgot my promise. GOD lead me to Atlanta University where I stumbled upon 48 volumes of slave narratives, the WPA slave narratives, the George P. Rawick Slave Narratives.    I read every one!

I researched "Voodoo and conjure as revealed through slave narratives"  .  Eight, ten, twelve hours a day,  for an entire academic year,  I sat in Trevor Arnett Library, fascinated.  I learned it  (conjure and voodoo) was actually quite scientific .  Various plants and animals were used to create some serious poisons.  The bladder from a certain fish, the venom from certain snakes, etc.

Slaves could and did blind each other, shrink penises to microscopic size.  Made testicles as large as basketballs.   Turned light skinned slaves as black as coals, made their skin shed like snakes.  Rotted the cartilage out of noses.  Caused instant insanity.  Caused hideously ugly men and women to snare their love interest.

The one thing I rarely saw, for some reason, the captured slaves  rarely used voodoo and conjure on their captors, on their enslavers.  They actually loved and protected them.

Growing up I did see my mother cast spells or hexes on others.  I just never knew that she would be evil enough to do it to me.

No matter what.  To quote you Martha; "Duh cat out duh bag ni!"

Do what you want to do.  I am praising Almighty GOD for saving me, for sending my brother back home, after twenty-five years,  in time to save me.  In time to fill in the gaps, fit the missing pieces of the puzzle neatly in place.

PTL!

I press on   ...

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