She was unhindered because she wore too many faces. Sometimes she wore the face of a seductress, a "root doctor", a pedophile, a lesbian, a pervert, a kind mother, a savagely cruel mother, a kind loving daughter, a MURDERING daughter, a great orator, a pastor, an ordained minister.
I know now she always wore the face of a supreme pathological liar. My own mother was as phony as a three dollar bill. She could not be trusted! But she was a very foolish criminal that demanded to have her way with you. If you didn't let her run rough shod over your life, you paid dearly.
If you let her, if you embraced her and loved her, you paid dearly. Martha raged! I know what I saw and was terrified. Her eyes would turn as red as fire and brimstone and she would savagely attack you. Beating you, clubbing you with anything she could get her hands on.
Martha was a RAPIST! Little boys had no hope once they found themselves alone with her. I have often wondered why my mother hated me so much? Was it because my grandmother labeled me "tender hearted". Or was it because Martha's soul had been taken over completely by the demons she collected.
You don't ever have to believe in witchcraft, conjure and soothe saying. Go ahead and dismiss it. It is still real. I still saw it. Looking at the effects of it right now.
I also know that it was Martha's insane jealousy that fueled it. There is or was a lady that lived on our street. She was my mother's close friend,( not long). Martha never kept any friend, husband or lover very long.
Anyway, this lady came up with a bullet. Her husband died and left her quite a bit of money. The lady, Mrs. *W, put a great deal of the money into improving her home. She did create a palatial palace compared to the way we lived.
Martha became unglued. Tried to keep up. Mrs*W had a brand new drive way, snow white concrete. She replaced her asphalt driveway. Ignorant Martha tried to keep up but she didn't have the funds. So she enslaved two of my brothers forcing them to use pix axes to chop through two feet of deeply embedded black tar asphalt.
It was hot ass August. My poor brothers sweated like slaves, twelve to fourteen hours a day for an entire week removing that asphalt. The problem was, what to do with it. They had no way to dispose of it, so Martha ordered them to make hills for her plants.
And everyday Martha would arrive home from work and raise holy hell about the hill they established. It was never in the right place. "I told you too dumb black muthaf****** to put dat hill ova' der …whut duh f*** I wan it ova'der fuh?!"
Suffering miserably, my poor brothers would load what looked like a ton of asphalt to another part of the yard, cover it with dirt in preparation for Martha's flower garden. Of course Martha would arrive home and cuss them out again for their blackness, stupidity, laziness, inability to follow directions.
I think my poor brothers spent the rest of the summer creating and dismantling hills. I know now it was control that Martha wanted. She was out of control! A part time root worker, a GS4 secretary, a sales clerk at the Capitol and part time prostitute.
Martha swore it was her color. Black men that lusted after white flesh had a hard time in the 1960's in Fort Bragg, Fayetteville, North Carolina.
Martha was attractive for sure. Was charming and charismatic. But, she was that whore in the book of Proverbs. Oh yes sir , you would be reduced to a crust of bread. Martha was that whore that tears her own house down. She was that clamorous woman that would bring you to the full understanding that a dark black hole in the ground was preferable to her.
What is my point? Study your Bible, learn something. I learned that when your mother and father forsake you, GOD will pick you up! Praise the LORD!
GOD picked me up! Not one weapon formed against me has ever prospered. And to all my enemies and friendimies , to all my kit and kin, I forgive you.
"Forgive them LORD for they know not what they do."
Scorn me, call me crazy because I declare that I have had an intimate relationship with the LORD Jesus Christ since age four. Why? Because He has never talked to you? Perhaps He had no need.
GOD looked down from heaven, saw me being conceived in the belly of a malignant narcissistic whore. GOD knew that I had a mongrel mother. Not only did I have a common pedophile perverted demon possessed mother , the whore was good. She was damn near perfect in her deceit.
She messed up, "tore her draws" when she MURDERED her father. I knew then. I knew just as sure when we were in her bedroom, 825 Dwain Drive, and she pointed out WHERE MY GRANDFATHER CAREFULLY PLACED THE GUN BACK ON THE HEADBOARD AFTER HE SHOT HIMSELF IN THE HEART!
My medical doctor brother was standing right beside me. You don't have to be a medical doctor to know that no one is capable of putting a gun any where after blowing their own heart out.
Do know I died a thousand deaths that day. No, I have not been right since. I wasn't right in the head to start with. I know because I too plotted murders.
I plotted the murder of my "stepfather". I sharpened that knife so sharp it could slice through steal. I can remember clearly telling GOD just as sincerely as I could; "GOD! If you want dis black muthaf***** tuh keep living …you bedder keep him away from me!"
GOD did, Martha quickly divorced him for a tall, pretty, much younger man.
What is my point? The fervent prayers of a righteous man availth much. Jerome Walters! Right there, on his knees, praying, quietly observing. A very humble man quietly reading his Bible knowing every word he promised me was true; "Don't worry dawthur, Jesus will fix it!"
PTL!
I press on ...
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