"Time changes all things"

Just another "factoid" taught to me by my grandfather.  Had he been born white and privileged , there is no doubt that my grandfather would have stood out as a fearless hero, a great philosopher, a great religious leader.  As it was, GOD planted him where he was needed most, by many, in the belly of the beast.  On a farm in rural North Carolina at the turn of the century, when "blacks" suffered nightly for being "black".

There are over seven billion human beings on this planet earth and I count it a privilege to still be among the living.  GOD is still granting me the opportunity to make a difference.  If nothing else, my life proves that a sociopath, a witch, a volunteer imp for satan,  can be overcome.

My life alone demonstrates that the "fervent prayers of a righteous man availeth much."  Time does change all things.  Mathy  did birth us, conditioned us to absorb the most excruciating pain for her sadistic pleasure.   Enduring the slightest pain was something she could not do.  We had to nurse her through her "hangovers" ever weekend.  "Chrush duh ice inside a towel wid duh hammer!  I want Saltine crackers! I WANT CHICKEN AND RICE NOT NO CHICKEN NOOOOOOOODLE!!!  I want ice cold Coke not no ************ Pepsi! BRIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" 

Growing up I had no idea I was essentially my mother's quarry slave.  Did she ever expect me to catch on? to live that long? Not only did we live long, I lived long enough to ask for, to request an apology, at least an explanation.

I did not expect to get cursed out.  And I did not expect my family to abandon me for her.  Not her!  She did not fool anyone.  Sure we tolerated her, but we were never as fooled as we pretended. We (I) watched her "work roots".  I dismissed it and considered her ignorant and her practice something left over from slavery.

To discover so many people still fearing her is startling.   (They must be taught better.)

She could not so much as have a baby without demanding every "knock- out- drug" known to man.

I on the other hand, I delivered my baby after twenty-eight hours of "natural childbirth".  I could not risk her mental health with my use of drugs, pain killers. I remember giving all that pain up to Jesus., praying that He bear it for me. (He did. ) She was born with the umbilical cord wrapped tightly around her neck, slowly suffocating her as she was being delivered.

GOD was in the room, He marched around that delivery room.  Just as my daughter was being born the doctor rushed in!  Saved my daughter in the nick of time.  No one was there except for GOD.  No nurse, no attendant, no husband and no mother.  Just GOD!

satan has stalked and whooped on me for sixty-four years! "Bow down satan!" You impudent, ignorant, always losing, never learning cur!  How can you be so tenacious, never giving up on evil?  Always spying, plotting evil? Sit down satan! Sit your dead ass down!

My mother had no excuse for mistreating her own father so.  She had no excuse for her continued rebelliousness either.  She knew better.  Unfortunately Martha was dragging three demonic spirits with her.  She had a Cain spirit of envy and jealousy.  Every human being is subject to the influence of such.  It can be prayed away.  Martha had a Jezebel spirit.  She loved it.  It was a seductress, exactly what she wanted to be.  Martha also had a Python spirit.  She acquired that spirit going down on those graves collecting "goofer dust".

Martha could have ended her relationship with all those spirits if she had only desired.  Do desire to be saved children.  Do desire the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.

PTL!

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