"LORD keep me day by day."

"You shall know them by their fruit."  You may know them by their fruit  and do nothing to protect yourself.  You can be silent, docile.   Live in abject fear and poverty, claiming to still fear a dead demon.

 You can pray, attend "Church" three times weekly.  You can be her punching bag, footstool, toilet, garbage receptacle.  You can love her, shower her with gifts, call her minister, Reverend,  Prophetess, Madame,  mother, High Priestess.  It doesn't matter.  She is a Demon! A Viper! You can be totally destroyed by your inability to acknowledge how truly demon possessed she, your "mother"  is.  You can look like an old fool still cloaking and lying for the woman that volunteered to decimate you and DID!

Or you can come to the Cross, you can come to Jesus.  You can finally know your truth.  Or you can waste away in denial claiming to love that whore, claiming a bond that never existed except in your feeble mind. A mind made feeble by your own "mother".

Sitting here reflecting on the awful woman that birthed me (us) and delighted in her secret sadistic torture  every single day I (we) shared on this earth with her.

Is this type of viper new? No, more embolden, more confident,  according to 2 Timothy , chapter 3.

I am sitting here still bewildered.   Actually still shocked, very aware of the devastating affect my own "mother's" sick, viperous behavior and beliefs had on me, on us.  One brother was the first "black" physician to have an office on once very prestigious Owen Drive.  Martha bragged about it.  Pretended to be proud.  Martha Jane Walters totally destroyed that dream in short order.  Devastated, destroyed, raped, molested, hid her hand.   Bragged, laughed about what an idiot her black bastard son was.   Martha had six children that she hated with a passion.  Martha kept all of our relatives entertained by sharing our stupidity and just plain hard luck,  never so much as hinting that she was the dark force behind our pain.

Martha blew all her chances at sixteen.  It was over for her and it would be over for us.  No one on this earth was smart enough to perceive who and what she really was.  The truth was, Martha hated GOD! Hated GOD and all his *** **** ******* rules and regulations!   Martha would NOT be handled!  She would not be controlled because in her delusion she did falsely believe she was greater than and smarter than GOD.

Another brother, a brilliant musician.  Tall and handsome, told and taught by his "mother" that  he was a hideous  ugly beast.    Beaten, brutalized and degraded by his own "mother" from his premature illegitimate  birth.

 I get it now.  My vision grows clearer with each passing day.  A "mouf'ul" (mouthful) of "love", flattery, pure ignorance and superstition disguised as wisdom.  That was Martha Jane Walters, something assigned to us, to be our "mother".

The Bible is replete with examples of people taking off their shoes, covering and uncovering their heads, washing feet, baptizing, anointing with oil,  attempting to get clean enough to approach The LORD.  For someone, a so called human being , to flat refuse, to lie, to plot, to summon evil spirits and PREACH! , is an ABOMINATION UNTO THE LORD!

There is no defense for our collective stupidity as a family.  There is no reason or justification for our never ending enslavement.

WOMAN!  You were never that ignorant.  You were that wicked.  You just hoped we would remain dumber than dirt.  The way you made us.  Am I angry?   Outraged?  The humanness in me is, not the Christ like nature.  I am rejoicing in my Christ like spirit.  "You did not get away! You did not slay me and I DID NOT BECOME LIKE YOU! PRAISE THE LORD!"

Stop looking for a demon dressed in a red suit with horns and a pitchfork.  Don't you dare think satan will not target ignorant silly women that think they are superior, deserving.  They are all  greedy, selfish, lustful, carnal, conniving  whores.  Know them by their fruit.  The moment you meet a Soothe Sayer, a person willing to go down on graves collecting dirt like some idiot in the Salem Witch Trials, run!  I could not run.  She was my "mother".  I had to endure to the end.

Caught in the act of practicing WITCHCRAFT  is one of the first clear memories I have  of my "mother".  It was dark, blacker than a thousand midnights. I know I was not older than three years old.  "Whatcha'doing Mathy Jane?"  "Collecting my goofer dust"; my "mother" responded confidently.  My friends , that was the beginning of what the evil one thought was my end.   Try again satan.  GOD got me.  "Day by day."

Praise the LORD!