All rote, all memorized and repeated in unison every Sunday. Why were we there? I was there by force. I was a child. I had no choice . I am not complaining, I am thanking! I am thanking Almighty GOD for intervening in my life, for leading and guiding me, for protecting me. Most of all for elevating me. For purging me of the that feeling of revulsion, of unworthiness , of worthlessness cast upon me by my own mother,
My Mathy Jane Experience was my "prison" experience. " Some of you will be cast into prison that you might be tested,"
Tested! Washed whiter than snow!
The myth that every one is alright, that most people are just fine , is perpetuated by our silent fear. "Just don't say nothing," What kind of nonsense is that?
My family, me, my brothers, my grandfather endured the most sadistic slut that ever slithered on this earth because she held us captive. She was the lunatic , maiming, raping, assaulting, stabbing, shooting, cursing, lying, STANKING around with the keys to the Asylum jingling in her pocket. She was a monster , and she was NOT going to be held accountable, ever! BLASPHEMOUS ! PREACHED! Practiced every abomination she could. Lived despicable, died despicable. Died a ravenous despicable UNREPENTANT beast.
An 87 year terrorist finally died, just expired like a parking meter. No apologies, no regrets, no explanation, no justice, no peace.
An ogre that loathed secretly, humiliated openly , every one she pretended to love. Died still attempting to prove GOD was NOT real , "A present help in time of trouble." Martha said it and meant it; GOD was just as phony and insincere as she was. ( No one believed in Him. Most people just claimed they did. Honesty was stupid , only practiced by dumb ignut niggers like her father.)
Most people were just as low, just as lying, as she was. So, "Go on and do what ever you want to do. Just don't get caught! I did't beat him FUH stealing,. I beat him fuh gittin' caught."
What was Martha's proof? We were! We, her six surviving children. We were all elderly, the youngest considered old, still were in her hands. Still tethered to her inescapable evil. We were all elderly, lives spent and according to her, all losers.
Mathy was laughing. The fact Martha made it to "ordained minister" , "mother of the church" and loved by her victims (she was still secretly destroying) emboldened Martha. MJW, the evil snake serpent mother. The woman that cast that dispersion upon me, deliberately cast me in her low light. Martha was a secret imp that secretly cast everyone and everything she touched into her filth.
Died laughing. Died a secret. Died daring me to tell. I promised to tell when I was eight. She cursed me like a dog. I confronted her again at fifty-eight, she cursed me like a dog. My fellow victims, yoke fellows , deferred to her out of habit, out of conditioning, out of terrorizing fear. I understand. The Truth our mother left us is too hard to know without GOD on your side.
When you finally admit the Truth about MJW you are going to need an anchor. I pray your anchor holds.
PTL!
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