Save the children!

Dear LORD and Savior I humbly pray for your innocent children attempting to survive on this wicked earth.  Protect them LORD.  I pray a special prayer for those of us born to predatory vipers.  Dear LORD,  an innocent child in the hands of a predatory viper parent  is like raw meat thrown to a ravenous tiger.  Dispatch your Angels around that child LORD!

What we did not know, what we could not know, our own mother was eaten up with demons.  They plagued her.  She had a legion, if she had one.  Is it common place LORD?  How many people actually practise WITCHCRAFT and preach?

I do know how much most people fear witchcraft, gypsies, the occult, astrology.  Most  people lie , claiming to love and trust GOD and do nothing but lockstep. They follow the crowd, follow the status quo, the party line without one question.   Silent victims.  I will not!  If you do anything to me untoward , I am going to tell!

Not quite true.  I kept my mother's "husbands" secret for years and years and years.  Yes, I hated them, distanced myself from them.   But, I kept "it" to myself.  She is the one that told on one of them.  I still feel very sorry for my mother.  She actually believed that she was so low, so deserving,  that she had to marry perverts and pretend they were something better than what they were.

Poor Martha lived and died a complete made-up fantasy for eight-seven years.  No, there really was no hope.  Granddaddy tried years and years before we came along.  "Mental Illness" has come a long way since the turn of the centuries, twentieth and twenty-first.

Fear is our problem.  Fear is not real power, it is paralysis.  You can not move.  Your eyes are frozen in the headlights like a deer.  Unfortunately life is much too short to suffer fools.  This why my blog is a must.  I have discovered thousands upon thousands of such women.  Narcissistic mothers that are not just against their daughters, they are against GOD, against the truth.

While my mother did plague me for sixty-two years, I was learning.  I was improving.  I was girding up my loins.  GOD was preparing me for "such a time as this.".

I would rather be poor and broke.  I would rather study, earn my own money. That is why my poor mother always had an attitude, was always cross and hard to get along with.  She was ashamed.  She should have been ashamed.  If you are ashamed, stop doing things that make you ashamed!

Earn your own living.  An ugly repulsive lover is not worth all of the drugs and alcohol you have to consume to be with them.

"Come ye out from among them."

Praise the LORD!