"Positioned to pursue and possess"...

was the title of my former pastor's message.  It was a great sermon.  It certainly motivated me.  Did he genuinely care about my personal condition?   I am sure he did as much as one human being can care about another.

Truthfully, how many people can genuinely care about my "condition", my present predicament?  There are nearly eight billion people on this planet.  All of us are rocking in the same old boat.  "Blind and won't see."

How do you explain sixty-four years of sheer trauma?  How do you explain it took you  decades to fathom your "mother's" true despicable evil , though you experienced it's awful effects every day of your life?

Was I that needy? That stupid? No.  I had to endure to the end.

How do you rationalize what  was certainly hatred and an  never ending desire for torturous revenge from a intractable ABOMINATION?

(Dumb bitch I didn't flunk you out of college!  I am not the one that got you pregnant repeatedly without privilege of a husband? I was never stupid enough to believe my looks and charm would garner me any thing!  I was certainly not common enough to break every rule and boundary regarding common decency either!  How dare you dish it and refuse to take it!  I did not invent, create or conceive of Karma or justice! )

GOD does not operate on your exchange system.  You exchanged slight good treatment for your sick carnal desires.  You exchanged phony "clowny"  preaching for MURDERING  your own father,  then hated ME for You being You!   No Martha you were never that delusion.  Nor were you as ignorant and primitive as you pretended.

It was that false preaching that did you in.  Dragging me to church.  No, that was not a good move on your part.  The Bible is True! GOD is real !)

Was it easier for Martha to live an extraordinarily long life as a treacherous, MURDEROUS, Reprobate than to  ever look in the mirror?  To ever acknowledge the possibility that she was ever wrong about anything?

At sixty-four and a half I am still amazed at the speed of Martha's sickest, demonic  acts.  Martha could strip you naked, tie and bind you in a millisecond!  Martha could jump on you, bludgeon, assault you before you knew it was time to run.  Explosive!  Was it the beast?  Did my mother have a sick devourer living inside her?

While satan certainly has explosive power, so does GOD! It is called Dunimous (sp) Dynamite! We have explosive, dynamite Jesus Power to dance on the head of any serpent or viper.  Just hurry and recognize when you have one in your family , in your life and if that creature is in fact your own "mother" you are going to have to get baptized!  Seek GOD's face just as soon as you can.

I am not fooled.   My "mother" was never that dumb.  She was that wicked.  Mentally ill?  I am not so sure.  We, all six surviving "children",  are mentally ill.  Severely handicapped.  The world may label our condition bi-polar or PTSD.   It's just the effects of a sick whorish "mother" that  not one of us had the decency or courage  to just kill, to just put out of her misery.

Cool!  The bitch  is finally dead! Praise the LORD!

Any one still dumb enough to think GOD commanded us to not cuss,  to never use foul language is an idiot and deserves to suffer.

What is worse, saying shit or having a nasty common "mother" that is  lower than whale dung , that insists on ruining every life she touches on purpose, then laughs at your weakness, taunts you  for being dumb enough to let her do it over and over?  

The scripture describes such women as vexation of the soul.  I would rather be lonely.  I would rather live in a hole in the ground.  YOU CAN NOT SAVE A MALIGNANT NARCISSIST! THERE IS NO CURE! RUN!!!

There is only one way Martha Jane Walters could have ever garnered any pleasure from the long repugnant life she lived, WITCHCRAFT!   GET THEE BEHIND ME sATAN!  "Resist the devil and he will flee."

I know for a fact my "mother" was heavily immersed in WITCHCRAFT  and preached falsely.


Sure my ignorant "mother" cursed me, put "roots" on me, tried everything in her power to destroy me and everyone she knew for eighty-seven years.  Dumb ass!


It didn't work.  I  WAS NOT DESTROYED!  I WAS MADE BETTER!

PRAISE THE LORD!