Trust and believe

Every word in that Book is true.  Jesus Christ saved my life.  He told me to know my truth and be set free.  No one told me my mother was a perverted sociopath that compounded her sadistic nature with witchcraft.  Persecuted and rejected by my own mother I had to figure out my truth on my own.  I didn't know she was a pathological liar that hated me with a passion.  If I had one dime for all the times my mother declared her undying love for me, for us,  I would be a multi millionaire.

My mother, Martha Jane Walters was one twisted sister.  Of course she ended up murdering her own father and never caring.  Martha's demonic evil started with smashing that puppy as a young child, progressed to scaldings, assaults, branding, rapes and sexual molestation.

Who did Martha ever care about? Who did she ever love?

My LORD from Zion I reflect back sixty-five years and I have to laugh.  Martha Jane Walters would beat your ass! She would pound you into the ground, stab you, shoot you in addition to "rooting" you.  Then brag about it to your face.  Laugh at you, dare you to say or do anything about it.

How did she get away with all of her filth?  All of her madness for eighty-seven years?  She was a brilliant actress.  She was a brilliant liar and she did use witchcraft.  And she lived in the Church, wore the church out.  Kept Jesus in her mouth.  Every conversation was bout how good GOD was to her, how GOD loved and blessed her.  A total front. A ravenous wolf in sheep's clothing.

Lies! Lies! Lies! All lies.  The beauty is, the silver lining, I was so mistreated by her and her minions  I prayed, found the LORD and GOD has blessed me every step of my journey.  I was made better!  Imagine a mother so cruel and deceitful she forces you to live a stellar life! I don't lie, I don't steal, I don't fornicate.  I do cuss but cussing is not a sin. I do hate her.  I'm working on that.  To say I do not hate her guts would be a big lie.  Only GOD knows how much I hate that woman.  It is kind of sad when you hate some one that has been dead for almost three years.

I'll keep praying over it.  I'll keep fasting.  Today I am full of vile hatred for that whore. "Hate the sin, don't hate the sinner."  I hate the very skin that sinner was in.

Evil doer do all you please, as long as you please.  You can't defeat Almighty GOD.  You can't thwart the plans (HE) has for me.  Now bow down satan.  All those claiming to still love you are just as demonic, just as jealous and envious.  All those cloaking for you, that refuse to help me reveal you, the blood of my murdered grandfather, Jerome Walters, is on your hands.

Quit fronting.  Quit pretending Black Lives Matter.  I'm black, according to my mother too black but , I'm no count because I'm broke, broken.  I'm old.  I am in no position to help you. You better know GOD can change my condition in the blink of an eye.  (HE) can change yours too.

I just want to testify!

Praise the LORD! Thank you Jesus!  Thank you for taking my blinders off, for revealing this succubus, this ogre, this reptilian you assigned to be my mother.  Yes, LORD, I feel it, can discern it, know it for a fact, Martha Jane Walters carried the spirit of every sick disgusting demon  that ever existed on her back.  Oh,  yes she was that "thing" that had to be endured to the end.  There was never any excuse for her savage evil, never.  She never had any reason to hate any one either.  Martha was truly a stupid woman, a racist, a bigot, pretending to be proud of the color of her skin.  Martha had to rave about the lightness of her skin and the straightness of her hair because she had nothing else.

Calling her promiscuous is much too polite.  She was a dog, a bitch in heat.  (I'm sorry, it's the truth!)  World, when you have a woman not only  willing, but desiring to have sex with every man or woman she finds attractive regardless of age, of kinship, of gender,  you know every word in that Book is true.  "Mothers against daughters…" What else could she do but hate me with a passion? I was not about to be the "woman" she was. 

I never did anything against my mother to make her hate me so.  None of us did.  The fact that Martha could commit so much despicable evil for so long , die and go to her grave celebrated and lauded as the "Mother of the Church" something is wrong.  Something is very wrong in the body of Christ.

What attracted Martha to that church?  Why was she made to feel so comfortable? Loved? Honored?  She was hateful, always hateful and jealous of her fellow ministers.  So why was she there? Who planted her there and why? 

Why did we the family tolerate her vicious sadistic behavior? Why was she kept secret?  What father describes his daughter as a vicious lion? When beaten down, robbed and humiliated we would go to our grandfather seeking his advice, his help and he always told us the say thing; "When your head is in the lion's mouth, you don't make no sudden moves."

Granddaddy was right of course.  You didn't talk back to Martha.  You did not defend yourself and you sure as hell never repeated or shared with any one her many demonic acts.  Yes, he did advise us to leave and to never come back.  I could not do it.  "I could never leave you granddaddy." I pledged.  But, I finally did.  I moved all the way to Atlanta and she finally did it, murdered her own father. Not only did she murder him, called it suicide and got away.

That bothers me, more than bothers me, I am horrified, tormented.  satan can't win! A lie can't last forever.  Why are so many people afraid of a dead demon?  Is my truth too deep, too disturbing to know? Do people think I'm lying, exaggerating ? Are people still afraid of her witchcraft? Why did her church accept her, love her?  Was her con that good?  Am I the only one to finally figure her out? We all feared her.  She terrorized every last one of us.  Why keep her a secret? She's dead! Finally dead! When you are dead, you are done.  She can't hurt us any more.  She can't plot on us any more, chunk her "dust" on us any more.

I don't think that pleases GOD.  The silent cloakers are confused. Children of GOD are not wicked! Perverted! Sadistic! Evil covert plotters!   For any person of faith to choose to keep a woman like Martha a secret is wrong and her silent cloakers will never be blessed.

Every one tells me to move on. I'm trying but for a woman as evil as my mother to come to this earth and commit the sins she did for so long and be lauded, praised by her victims is wrong.

The venom my brother spewed on me for "narcing" on his mother has to be a manifestation of her witchcraft.  This woman totally emasculated him from birth.  Took his life and made waste of him. He could not attend West Point because of her.  He could not enjoy a thriving medical practice because of her.  He is broke, friendless and family-less because of her.  Yet, he screams she did not owe me an apology.  He declared his undying love for his mother and I cried, I am still crying.  Dear LORD save the mentally afflicted.  Save us all LORD.  In the Mighty name of Our LORD Jesus I pray.

"Come Jesus!" 

"You fool"

My grandfather purchased sixty-five acres of land, not for him, but for his children, his children's children.  My mother said he was a fool.  She grinned in his face, was only nice to him on his payday, stabbed him in the back until she got enough nerve to shoot him in the heart.  Called it suicide and got away!

Not only did she work against him lying and "working roots " she pretended to be the exact  opposite of what she really  was.  Deliberately murdered him and wore his mantel.  Was a complete abomination to GOD and got away clean.  Got into her dirty little grave known as the Mother of the Church!

The reason you don't know is her victims, her  five sons,  are too ashamed to tell on her.  She did deliberately take their "manhood".  She was a man eater, a true emasculator.

I may be the only one talking right now.  The "Shock and Awe" must wear off.  People must begin to realize she is really dead, finally dead.

All I know is that woman lived the most horrible life possible, committed the most repugnant acts possible,  while wearing the church out every Sunday.  I really don't care about all the terrible things she did to me, to us, secretly.  But,  murdering a good man like Jerome Walters,  I can not abide.

I will not let it go as my brother advised.  I will keep telling, keep posting until someone listens, until some one cares.  For some reason I still believe the world we occupy is better than the one Martha declared it to be.  She told me her church would not care , that they were all lying hypocrites, greedy dogs.  She was right.

My brother said he is taking his shame to his grave because no one cares.  My own daughter told me no one cares. I still say GOD cares (HE) is just taking (HIS) time.  It is all in Divine Order.

She did not get what she wanted

She was not the wonderful, cheerful, kind brilliant woman she pretended to be.  I found out,  I came to the knowledge of my truth and was revolted.  Of course I'm sad.  I am stricken with grief.  I am not sure what hurts worse however.  The way Martha was always a secret vile rapist and pedophile, murdering "root worker" or how people just don't care.

My fellow victims don't care, preferring to keep up her front.  How do they do it? Call her the Mother of the Church, a Woman of GOD,  knowing full well with a hideous psychotic whore she really was.

The only consolation I have is from my grandfather; "Man does not do what is right, he does what is convenient."

My pain, the real Martha Jane Walters  is not convenient to know.  I am sitting here rocking, attempting to comfort myself knowing full well my own mother was a sexual predator, a murderer, everything disgusting and unholy.  Yet, every one I know, all of my relatives pretend I'm lying, I'm delusional, that I'm a snitch, that I should just get over it and go on with my life.

My daughter told me no one cares or will ever care.  She doesn't care.  I guess that breaks my heart the most.  How any one could not love Jerome Walters, want to clear his name, to praise and honor him baffles me.

I really don't mind the  "friends" and family I lost.  If I lost you over my truth telling you were never my friend in the first place.  No matter what, I will always look out for children.  I will never protect a vile reprobate I don't care if she is my mother.

My life is what it is.  I still have one huge dagger still lodged in my back.  All those years I tried to love my mother while she secretly sabotaged , degraded and humiliated me,  she always declared her undying love.  I was always too sensitive.  I was the one confused with "my broke ass".

For some strange reason I always had to go to my mother begging for help financially.  Once I graduated from college with honors everything I tried failed.  Graduate schools, my marriage, could never publish, could never quite get my life together.  Never quite  knowing why, suspecting yes, but my truth was always too abhorrent to be believed.   When I finally  questioned my mother about my vicious rape she cruelly suggested she was behind my demise the entire time. "Yo'life didn't turn out lak you planned it,  did it?" followed by a shrill demonic laugh.

I still say she didn't win.  Just because no one has come out against her with me just proves we live in a very immoral world.  Most people are too selfish, self-centered, too jealous and envious to help any one.  Most people would rather hurt than help.

I will keep telling.  This world can keep ignoring me and people that know they can and should help may keep refusing.  No matter, I know GOD's got this.

Praise the LORD!

"How futile is regret."

When I finally found the courage to meekly question my mother concerning my childhood rape I made sure I was very gentle, humble even.  I did not even use the word rape.  I merely inquired about the excruciating pain I felt in my vagina when I was eight years old.

It was a phone conversation.  At fifty-eight I still did not have the courage to face her.  The paralyzing fear my mother instilled in me started in the womb.  To this day when I see a "mother" snatching on, beating, berating her small child I cringe, fall apart.  I lose it.  Cry profusely.  I had to stop riding MARTA.  Far too many ghetto hood rats with long talons and tons of weave ride the train obviously enraged by their condition.  Their good ***** got them layed and another baby for the Government to feed.

There was no Section 8, WIC or child support when I was born in 1951.  But, GOD gave me my grandfather , Jerome Walters and he was a good man.  My life was absolutely wonderful  up until age four.  Ages four and five was time enough for Mathy Jane.  Not only were we old enough to enslave , we were the perfect age for her secret pedophilia.

Yes, I rage!  I rage because this stanking  whore tried to make me believe it was my fault!  That I was over reaching, that she had nothing to do with it and she was my superior.  She was YALLA! She had Good HAIR!  She drove a Cadillac!  She was an Ordained Minister!  She had GOD in her pocket.  She practiced perfect WITCHCRAFT!  She could not be stopped, questioned, quizzed or bothered with the likes of my black ass.

Yes, my mother spent her entire life hating people for the color of their skin.  She hated people that weren't as attractive.  If you were "high yalla" with big lips, a wide nose, my mother cursed you for being; "a waste of yalla."

True, my mother was one idiot, a mental midget that did falsely believe she was the most brilliant person ever born.  Yes, she thought she was smarter than GOD , therefore she could do exactly as she pleased,  as long as she pleased and she did.

That is why I rage.  My grandfather was a good man.  The only real Christ Lover I can vouch for.  That evil Martha clawed her way into the marrow of the Walters clan and pure rotted.  Deliberately led us all into captivity and set about trying to destroy us for the entire world to view just so she could laugh.  Just so she could be assured of something to feel better than.

Why? Other than being a total imp sold-out for satan Martha was a true sadist and lived to inflict pain every day of her long life.  Martha was something vile, foul, and filthy and she was not going to be stopped, identified , punished or held accountable.

Lies you tell satan.  GOD gave  you eighty-seven years to get it right, not to mock (HIM). How dare you hate and deliberately destroy me claiming that I was "too black!".  Just who are you to claim my skin color is wrong, is revolting, repugnant?

You were the repugnant one.  Not only did you savagely beat my brother, you savage buzzards raped him.

Rot in hell you stanking slut and may all of your defenders and silent cloakers rot with you.

I know GOD has a reason for permitting me to endure a hopeless whore like you.  If I learned nothing else, I learned GOD is good, is real, is my Savior.

Martha you really had to be a pretty miserable woman to cause so much misery and refuse repentance before you died.  May many read my blog and learn from your pathetic life.  May they come to understand  "Pride proceeds a fall."  And most of all may they all learn to discern and shun the evil doer.

May we all learn it is not the color of the skin we are in.  It is spiritual.  Every word in that BOOK is true.  Men and women like Martha will never win.  Trying desperately to deceive others, she only succeeded in deceiving herself.  Found her life too repulsive to claim, clung to her lies and died an abomination to GOD.

Children, never forget Jesus told us even in the last hour we can come into the Kingdom.  Don't wait too long.

Oh thank you Jesus!

I know what my mother wanted.  She hated me with a passion, never had any love or like for me.  Never!  Not one day, not for one hour, not one millisecond in sixty-two years.  More than anything she wanted to annihilate me, completely decimate me.  I was that puppy.  That puppy my mother smashed between two bricks as a small child.

Martha Jane Walters was a demon that my family hid.  Martha was a true succubus, an imp for satan that refused to be hidden, to be stopped, to be so much as criticized.

Yes, she wore me out, gutted me like a fish but,  I'm still here.   Praise the LORD!  Dear LORD reveal every vile predator stalking , raping, molesting, robbing their own children.  Reveal those churches, those so called pastors and parishioners that don't care.

"From such stay away."

Big I, little you

If you are a Christ Lover you know we are all equal.  You are not impressed by wealth, color, status, and you will certainly never do anything you know is wrong in order to impress others or improve your status.

If you consider yourself to be a "Christian",  you pride yourself in following the "doctrine", the letter of the law. If you believe you must attend church faithfully, tithe, dress and speak in a pious manner that bespeaks of your great faith you are serving man.  Sure, you holler LORD! LORD! and you get the spirit, leap vertically,  straight up in the air praising GOD.  Perhaps you are able to speak in tongue but have you asked yourself a few questions?  Are you racist? Are you a bigot?  Do you think claiming to love Christ makes you a "Christian"?

True Christians can not hate.  Therefore I know I have a lot to work on.  I hate my mother.  She was a true sadist.  Martha Jane Walters lived every day of her life to inflict pain covertly, clandestinely.  Yes, she wanted credit for her evil,  she just didn't want the consequences.  Of course she didn't want to go to jail.  But, Martha went further in her arrogance. "Don't you black muthafuckers eva' say shit to me fo'nuttin!"  Do not bother her whining, complaining, crying because of her mischief.  So she scalded you, burned, branded, raped, molested, robbed you  … ; "Just get ova' it!  Shut the fuck up!  I don't want o hear it!  I'm tired of you talking about it! I was just trying to raise you!"

I've thought about this aspect of my mother's personality for a very long time.  Psychologically Martha was messed up!  More than messed up.  She was an ogre, a malignant narcissist, a mongrel, a monstrosity.  She was a sneaky troll, truly a reprobate.  Any one that has anything good to say about that woman is a damn liar!

I am tormented.  How can someone so evil, so depraved, so disturbed get away with committing so much evil, destroying so many people for so long?  Was it just fear? Was it Stockholm syndrome only?
Or was Martha that "thing" that had to be endured to the end?

Martha was the thorn in my flesh that had to be endured to the end.  I endured! I will not lie, pretend to cry over a stanking slut that I'm so glad is dead I get up doing a Holy Ghost dance every morning.  I pound Martha evil demonic head into the ground rejoicing, praising GOD for saving me.

This world can not make me lie like my  brothers.  One brother posted some bull on FB about how he wanted to dance with his mother again.  We had the same mother!  I know how she treated you! Why front for a dead demon?

My mother followed the malignant narcissistic mother's playbook to the letter.  She had the Golden child that could do no wrong and she had the Scape goat, me, and she had a host of Flying monkeys.

She was a true witch using her witchcraft, hoodoo, voodoo to terrorize all who apposed her.   I do thank GOD for directing me back to her lair, for solving the mystery of all the excruciating pain.  Martha was a true sadist! She did derive carnal pleasure from inflicting excruciating pain, from secretly annihilating all the people she pretended to love.

Martha was an ordained minister for over thirty-five years.  Mathy wasn't "studdin'" GOD.  It was all a show, all a rouse to prove to all true GOD lovers and believers how foolish they are.  Martha mocked GOD, gave (HIM) her ass to kiss.

That is the one thing my mother always said, her greatest brag.  When ever Martha tricked some man out of his hard earned money, ran up his credit cards, just emasculated him or her,  she would always say the exact same thing; "I gave dat nigger my ass to kiss." Then fall out laughing.

My Mathy Jane Experience has taught me GOD is Almighty, every word in that Book is true.  GOD is not wrong .  No, far too many people in the "church" are wrong,  are not true, most are ravenous wolves.  If I didn't know it before.  If I didn't see it, could not discern them,  this whole advent of DT has revealed them.

"From such stay away."

Wrong can not be made right

A lie will never become true.  A leopard can never change his spots. GOD will fix it in "due time", on (HIS) time table when (HE) gets ready.  So, my old evil demonic murdering incestuous pedophile mother not only hated me with a vengeance , gutted me like a fish but,  destroyed me so every one hates me.

I don't fit in, can't fit in.  I have no friends.  Hatred and jealousy abound in the world today.  Evil doers rule.  Not only do they rule, vex and laugh, they enslave the simple.  Convince far too many they have to do the bidding of the bigger evil doer.

Born hated, scorned by my own mother for the color of my skin, I studied.  I studied hard.  I am one true scholar.  What did I reap?  Jealousy!  A low life common mother that never did anything but plot against  me while grinning in my face.

But,  I live in a world that pretends it doesn't want to hear, where people say they don't care.  How could you not?  Baby rapers!?  That is all right with you ?  Sex trafficking of young children is one of the greatest industries in the world.

Every body is blind.  "Let's not talk about that, that is disgusting!"  But I can't view my television without stumbling upon some FILTH! I bet if I invest in some Viagra or Cealis stock I will make some money.

I was not victimized alone.  If my old ass brother has not come to his truth by now, he won't.  Lie!  Lie nigger if that makes you feel better.  Pretend like you had a loving mother.  Keep repeating all her bullshit.  The lies that whore told on you while you were gone for twenty-five years were unbelievable.  Yet, you claim you forgive her.  You are grateful to her for saving your life when you were down and out.  She was the cause of you being down and out!

Boy, you were appointed to West Point!  You could have been Colin Powell!

Anyway,  I hate the bitch!  I hate that fucking lying scummy bitch with a passion!   Not only did she refuse to apologize to me for having me raped , she cursed me! Mocked me!  Made fun of me.  Admitted she was behind all of my pain all the time.  Sixty-two fucking years of losing!  Trying desperately but losing mysteriously!

She never did admit to murdering granddaddy.  She didn't have to.  I figured it all out.  If she convinced you to "work roots" too, you're lost.  There is no help for you.  It is kind of like when one vampire bites another.

I sent you a prayer.  You should read it.  Read it every day for the rest of your life.  Repent of your sins.   "We all have sinned."  We all have come short of GOD's best.

You all kicked me out of the family.  I'm glad.  I will not be part of a family that fronts for a murdering incestuous pedophile "root worker" because they are too ashamed or too afraid to reveal her dead ass.


"Do the best you can.  Just do the best you can." - Jerome Walters

Aretha Franklin - Mary, Don't You Weep [HD]

Don't dare think I'm not due to be rotting in some prison some where.  I had a nice pistol, a H& R .32 loaded with hollow point bullets. Yes. I did consider murdering him, just taking the dumb nigger's life.  I am glad I decided he was not worth "pulling time" over.

Hey, dumb ignorant illiterate totally vacuous mutherfucker,   I worked on my master's thesis up to twenty hours a day, seven days a week for and entire year.  Not only did you throw it away you were too cowardly to admit it. No, you were never that jealous, that dumb, that high ,  you were that evil.

You and  my mother were two sluts together. You will never have any good luck and yes, I'm  glad you ended up going to prison yourself.  Good enough.

Dumb ass crabs in a barrel.  GOD is so sick of niggers  But, (HE) does know what to do.

SMH!

"Shun the very presence of evil"

"Stay 'way frum'um! Stay 'way from ova'dere!" was the language of my grandfather.  He spoke in a pigeon language, a "country" dialect that I loved.  I was always mesmerized.  "Yup, Jap got shed dat hog." was his exchange with my aunt Beulah.  I will never forget it because I remember standing there enraptured in their conversation.  I immediately visualized a tiny house sitting on top of a hog.  Of course I knew that wasn't right so I deduced "shed" meant to get rid of.

You had to have a quick ear around my grandfather and his kin. Not only did they talk rapidly,  they held onto vocabulary from the eighteen century. "Got sum rations.  Want sumpt'n tet!?" Granddaddy asked my white  friend.  My friend was stunned, puzzled.  I was proud to translate.  "He said would you like something to eat?"

Please do not judge people and assume they are stupid because they are not formally educated and do not speak the King's English properly.  Be afraid of that evil doer with perfect speech, polite manners, fame and fortune.

Don't listen to them either.  "Look at their fruit."  Don't be intimidated when they curse you out, assault you, disparage your name.  Please do not be fooled by their titles.  It has occurred to me that any one can preach in the African Methodist Episcopal Zion Church.  At least that one on Yadkin Road.

Oh yes,  Martha, I did notice you didn't try to preach in your home church, Wesley AME Zion.  You knew they knew too much about you.  I also noticed you did a lot of horrible repugnant things and always reacted vehemently with denial and  outrage knowing full well you were guilty.

No, I'm not about to forget or let it go.  I walked in on you trying to deafen, handicap my beautiful baby!  What kind of slut were you!?  When I start listing all the atrocities you deliberately committed and got away with for decade after decade, I get dizzy.

Why!? What did you get? You reaped shame.  Sure you dressed up in the finest clothes they sold at the Capital  and Fleishman's Big Store .  But what did you get?  You always drove long luxury cars, but what did you get?

You were in lust with men that violated your children!  Your father was a good man, a real Christian and you stood up in Simon Temple lying on your own father just to make yourself look good.  You hated me!  I never did one bad thing to you , ever!  Did you hate me for educating myself? Graduating  with honors ?

Did you hate me for being born? For being born  black? For being better looking? Smarter?  What was your issue?  Why did you hate me for winning a house?    A dollar house in the 'hood?  Was it because you had to marry a pervert to share your first "home"?  Had to murder your own father to afford your dream home?

Your father gave you a home, a huge rambling ranch, sixty-five acres of land, orchards, vineyards, a Tobacco allotment.  You squandered it, refused it, didn't want it because you demanded to be a sick whore.

Well, you can tell all your kit and kin I'm not about to shut up.  I've got sixty-two years worth of "tea" to spill on you and I fully intend to tell everything I know.

Praise the LORD!

I am healing ...

I really am.  In very slow increments perhaps.  Much too slowly for my "friends" and "family".  Well, I didn't make myself and I sure didn't choose that "woman" to be my mother.  For all my detractors that demand that I just shut up ands get over it.  How?  The painful excruciating torture is tattooed on my brain.  Martha was no ordinary whore!

My "mother" was demon possessed, she was plagued with evil spirits.  That woman was  a reprobate and she knew it.  Martha loved being a hideous whore.  Of course she denied it vehemently when accused.

She did convince us she had power because she had power over us, power of the "purse strings".  How many women deliberately starve their own children feeding them only grits and grease for months? Forbidding them to tell any one.

How many women get up screaming "Don't none of you black muthafuckers EVA' TELL A MUTHAFUCKING THANG DAT GO ON IN DIS HOUSE!" How many children have to endure such?  Worse, worse, worse!  The lying whore is always purring, pretending to love you, declaring her undying love that never existing even in her vivid imagination.

Dear LORD I thank you.  I thank you for your tender mercies.  How many survivors of sick sexual child abuse are held complicit in their own torture?  Every Sunday, every single Sunday we were in church!  We were never permitted to miss.  Rarely were we allowed to be sick enough to miss church.

Why?  GOD saw you bitch! Nasty 'hoe!

When I would criticize my mother's brand of parenting or bring up one of her despicable acts she would defend herself by declaring; "At least I changed yo'nasty shitty diapers."

That was a damn lie too because the first four and five years of our lives we lived with our grandfather.  Martha had zero maternal instinct and she did not change our diapers or feed us.  Martha was such a low selfish whore she came and got us once, pretending to be a caring mother,  I was two, XXX was three.  She left us in her apartment on Bridges street all alone without food for days.

My brother tried to feed us.  When Martha finally brought her whorish ass back my brother was cleaning the huge goldfish she had.  She declared him brilliant,  always too ignorant selfish to know how wrong she was.

So, for those people that can't understand why I can't shut up,  it is simply because I was too strong  for much too long.  I did not hate her, I truly tried to love a succubus.  I am writing this blog everyday to save others.  Stop!  "Come ye out from among them."  They will  never change.

My "mother" didn't win.  Sure,  many praised her while she was living.  She was popular up until the day she died, her phone rang off the hook,  nonstop.  She was still a nasty creepy whore, a ravenous wolf in sheep's clothing.  She murdered her own daddy, sexually and physically abused her own children.  Worse, stalked us until we were elderly sabotaging every thing positive we ever did or tried to do.

So, if I'm not healing fast enough for you I hope you never have such a secret adversary stalking you, pretending to love you.  It is very easy to tell others to get over excruciating pain you've never felt and seem to be sure you will never feel.

Be careful how you treat people on your way up, you may meet me on your way down.

When your fellow victims hate ...

you more than they hate your abuser, something is wrong.  As it turns out the woman I called mother was never a mother to me, to us, to anyone .  She was a monster, a monstrosity.  Truly a sexual sadist, a "twisted sister".  Not only a practitioner of witchcraft, incest, pedophilia, she was just despicable as a human being.  Kept a nasty house, was full of deep hatred and lies for every one.  Did everything she could to destroy every one in my family for her entire long life.   Did it like the creepy coward she was, covert, clandestine, sneaky, serpentine.

You don't want to have anything to do with me?!  I don't want to have anything to do with you because you joined forces with your oppressor, with satan's chief imp.  Just who do you think you are fooling declaring your deep love for your mother claiming she  was an "ordained minister" AND SHE LOVED YOU!  Hog wash! Caligula, Adolf Hitler, Charles Manson,  would have made a better mother.

No, I know why you don't want to tell on her, to reveal her.  I know why you refuse to come to your truth.  Jesus told you to know your truth and be set free.  If you want to continue to lie and deny for that slut,  you will have  do it without me.

"Come ye out from among them."

Learning my truth

Evil is so unnecessary, it is always caused by jealousy and carnal lust.  The vile evil  doer can not be talked of her demonic deeds if she thinks she is winning, is convinced she is invisible.  My poor mother lived for eighty-seven years screaming lies, brutalizing, assaulting, exploiting, fornicating, committing adultery, incest, pedophilia, witchcraft and murder.

Martha Jane Walters Hodges Doster Watson Lamoureax had to be the most miserable depraved person that ever lived.  I do believe she was consumed with self loathing.  She had to be because she was so disgustingly common.  I do remember telling her what I overheard the ladies saying about her in church.  They said she was as common as bat shit.

My mother bristled, was very upset.  You can be sure she never said one word to those women.  Martha was a coward.  Make her mad and she would put a "root" on you.  She would talk about you behind your back, make up disgusting lies, pin her repugnant sin on you but she would never confront you.

Martha was consumed with extreme depilating envy and jealousy for eighty-seven years because she was full of pride, thought she was smarter than GOD and was delusional enough to believe she possessed demonic power.

Sure, she had some power.  I saw her do some "thangs" .  We did not need to fear her however.  Instead or running, caving, permitting her to have her way for the sake of peace we should have stood up to her.  She was a roaring lion and she was as savage and primitive as a cave man, common as a dog except on Sunday.

There was no sin my mother was reluctant to commit during the week but,  come Sunday, LORD have mercy.  It is hilarious.  She would get up early , prepare a big breakfast of salt fish and grits.  Set the table and make us all sit around while she prayed the longest prayer possible.  By the time she finished the grits were ice cold and the grease on the grits had  turned back into lard.

We were all required to memorize and recite one passage of scripture.  New scripture, we were not permitted to repeat a verse we had already used.  Except for one brother, he was a bully just like her.
His scripture was; "Jesus wept." "That's my verse and don't none of you damn niggers take it!"

I just want to know why?  Did she think she was fooling GOD? Was she fooling herself?  Was she feeling guilty for prostituting on the side? Whoring with young adolescent boys? For reading palms, Tarot cards, working "roots"?

You can not trade evil for good!  Martha was caught in a loop.  She hated herself because she was filthy with sin.  Her self-loathing caused her to become sadistic, to commit unconscionable acts.  The unconscionable acts feed her self-loathing which led to more plotting and committing more disgusting acts.

One thing for sure, you were not going to criticize Mathy.  You were not going to point out one flaw.  You were going to go along with her bullshit.  You were going to shut the fuck up!  If Mathy Jane wanted to play preacher on Sunday by damn you better let her.  While you are at it develop selective amnesia, give up your manhood and all hopes and dreams.  Just lay down, let the slut walk all over you,  ruin you , talk about you like a damn dog.  Stand stoic, listen to her lie on you to your loved ones in your presence.  Say something!  Say something and suffer! The last thing any of us ever wanted was to get put on Mathy's  shit list.

I was born on her shit list.  The fact I was born black and female doomed me from the beginning.  Ignorant delusional Martha saw me as a sexual rival.  She could not see or set boundaries.  Sex was sex to her, age and kinship meant absolutely nothing.

Since I was a rival I was fair game for her brand of destruction and complete annihilation.  Pretending to be a loving mother put her in a perfect position.  I was Esau , my brother was Jacob, my mother was Rebekah and my grandfather was Isaac.

Rebekah was a low cunning conniving woman that deliberately deceived her husband, Isaac to rob Esau of his birthright.  My evil mother attempted to rob me for sixty-two years.  She really thought she accomplished her evil deed, died laughing believing she had thoroughly destroyed me.  She felt so good about it, she finally admitted it, scoffed, cursed me and GOD.

Why? You were the wrong doer.  You became a whore so low, so fallen,  you murdered one to the greatest men that ever lived while still lusting for a pervert that you used to destroy your own children.

My mother always tried to convince us that sex was so good she could not help herself.  She was a liar, a controller, an idiot, a fool determined to dictate to GOD, to keep every one on the earth out of the Kingdom because she couldn't get in.

"Shun the very presence of evil."

No, I didn't ask to come here ...

and your sorry ass could have used a condom.  How dare you mistreat me when kindness, politeness is free!  Don't be mad with me because your ass is whorish.  If you didn't want to be whorish, you would not have been whorish.  Just claim your whoredom and be proud.  How are you going to sell pussy on Friday and Saturday night and wear the church out on Sunday?

Bitch! Fuck you!

 No, you never had to tell me you left me in a whore house either.  There was a lot of other shit you neglected to tell me.  Nasty 'ho!  Trying to get me pregnant by your nasty ass perverted husband when I was fourteen! It didn't work.  It looks like I turned out to be that virtuous woman you claimed you wanted to be.  That is what you get for being a cunning cunt.

How you MURDERED your own daddy, yet kept screwing that nasty buzzard pervert you married is beyond me.  I could see you killing his ass.  I never would have opened my mouth.

No, you were never smarter than me you dumb slut.  Is that what you were trying to prove? Well you wasted your damn time.  Your wasted your time "preaching" too.  I'm sure very few people paid your whorish "root working" ass any attention.

That is why you would be so mad after preaching.  You knew people in that church knew your ass was a fake.  Your lesbian lovers sure knew.

You should have confessed and changed.

Jerome Walters was a good man!  You should not have taken my grandfather's life.  You went way too far that time.

GOD is going to kick your black ass when (HE) sees you!

Rot bitch!

"Wrong can not be made right!"

My grandfather told my mother that over and over.  She insisted on preferential treatment for her looks, for her skin color, for her hair texture .  And yes, for her body.  Sex is sex.  If you sell it you are a whore.  That's it.  Case closed.  You can not have it both ways.

My poor mother wanted to be known as a "lady".  As someone righteous,pious, a pure chaste lady of refinement while enjoying the life of a promiscuous whore.

She hated that scripture about the virtuous woman.  I do think she blamed her  childhood rape for her promiscuity.   So, she makes sure I'm raped at the exact same age.  Dumb ass.  Because she was ravenous, she over did it.

I turned out to be an extremely lame ravenous reader and a great writer.  Asexual, yes.  You would not have any interest either if you had a mother as nasty and whorish as mine.  My mother loved "'hoing" better than a hog love slop.  Got paid too!

I blame her witchcraft on slavery.  I did my master's thesis on it.  She, along with that "thang" destroyed it.  Their selfish act had nothing to do with racism, white supremacy.  "Crabs in a barrel".  Just two dumb illiterate imps that demanded to be worshipped for the color of their skin.

Dumb as dirt, both of them.

"When your desolation comes, it will come as a whirlwind ."

So, pay attention all you evil doers still refusing to repent.  I do think Mathy tried to trade her phony preaching for repentance.  It can't be done.  No, no, no!  You murdered YOUR OWN DADDY!  You should have done a murder/suicide.  Or you could have repented.

"From such stay away."

First, Second and Third, ...

there is no such thing as a superior race.  Whites are not superior to blacks, browns, yellows, or reds.  There is only one race, the human race.

GOD tells us in (HIS) scripture to be not envious of the ways of the oppressor.  The White man is the oppressor.  He has oppressed and destroyed the world.  His time is up.  He got lazy, refused to study, fell low and is trying to bully his way back to the top.

The white man messed around and lost his grip.  Not only did a black man become President, but a tall fine brilliant one with swag.  He can not be duplicated.  I witnessed this man field questions from reporters while writing an excuse note for a little girl skipping school.

I'm not nearly as dumb as DT would have me to be.  That old fat judge died calling blacks slow thinkers.  Some people are slow thinkers but not because of the color of their skin. Some people are athletically gifted. Some people can sing, are great entertainers.  Some people have great talent, some not so much.  No matter, it is not racial. I am sick and tired of people assuming anything about anyone for the color of their skin.

I just wanted to be a writer.  Writing is what I do.  But all my life, my mental-midget mother and other jealous people decided I could not be a writer because of my color black.  Color has nothing to do with talent or ability!

If I was so black and so no talented, why destroy my prose, my manuscripts , my art?  Because you are a jealous no talented piece of shit! You can wear the "church" out, preaching, praying and attending.  GOD sees your lying hypocritical ass.

A DT supporter and an "Evangelical Christian"?  Go sit down!  Hate is hate , I don't care if Franklin Graham said it or Jentzen Franklin.  GOD is no respecter  of man and you are not superior because of the color of your skin.

I do think most of the black people I have come in contact with in sixty-five years have been pretty sorry.  Not because of the color of their skin, but because of them, their desires.  Most people are sorry liars.   "Wide is the road that leads to death and destruction."   "As a man thinketh in his heart so is he."  If you think you are less intelligent, less deserving, less human, you will behave that way.

I know I am an old woman and life beat the shit out of me through my mother.  I know she was a great liar, a great whore, a nasty beast,  a monstrosity.  I know I'm glad the bitch is dead.  I do hate the fact she was such a disgusting person that no one wants to know about her.

I know there are far too many nasty men and women  on this earth , just like my mother.  Nasty whores up preaching, teaching Sunday school and very unworthy.  I know my fellow victims are still too terrified to tell on her nasty ass.

I know I don't have any money.  I'm retired on a penitence instead of a  pension.  I know the public school system is some bullshit, just warehousing.  I know too many pimp principals that opened the flood gates for the dummies.  I know that if AmeriKKKa elects DT President, it is over for all of us.

"Come ye out from among them."

Why I hate niggers!

First of all niggers are real, imps, demons for satan.  Skin color has nothing to do with being a nigger. The only reason I think a disproportionate number of blacks are niggers is because my mother was a nigger.  A true nigger, the worse.  When you find a nigger that works "roots", conjure, witchcraft, commits incest, pedophilia, murder and the like and black people don't care at all, you know the whole practice of "niggerism" is spiritual.

No true Christian fears the likes of my mother.  My brothers claim to still love her which can only mean they are also demonic.  She ruined them, tainted them in the worse way.  When a women whores with her own sons GOD help us.  "Come Jesus".

My mother always claimed that black people are cursed, that we are Hagar's children.  No, I don't hold to that curse because we are no longer under a curse because of Jesus' crucifixion.  Yes, we are cursed alright.  We are cursed because our mother was cursed, a Jezebel whore.  Not because of sister Hagar.  Martha was a liar, a pathological liar that could not be dragged kicking and screaming to the truth. Yes, we are cursed because our ignorant mother practiced primitive witchcraft and deliberately cursed us.

Martha was a piece of shit , not for the color of her skin, but because she was a low common piece of shit.

It does not look good for people of color though.  Not when a brilliant beautiful black man like President Obama becomes President and is treated like pure shit.

He saved this dying nation and got the nigger treatment in return.  I hurt for you President Obama.  I've been treated like pure shit all my life for the color of my skin also.  No, not just by white racists either.  No one could have ever treated me worse than my low whorish demonic mother and that "man" I married.

I never would have had to marry such a creep if I had not been so violated by my mother and her buzzard husband.

It is spiritual.  Evildoers blame race, culture, ethnicity.  It isn't.  It is good verses evil.  Evil looks like it is winning.  It is not.  It is shock and awe.  My old nasty mother came here and did just like she wanted for eighty-seven years.  Deliberately became something so nasty and common, nobody wants to know.

Yes, LORD, I hear you.  Martha's evil was revealed to me on a "need to know" basis.  She was a piece of shit and I'm sure I would have cut her throat had I known the real Mathy Jane.

Rot you stanking slut!

"Come ye out from among them.'

I don't know why

it took me so long to fully know my truth,  other than Divine Order.  My mother never treated me right.  Martha never treated any one right.  I don't know why she was so lying and whorish, I just know she was.

I was eleven and my mother was the secretary to the Dean of Students for Fayetteville State Teachers College.  My mother attended and "earned" an  associates degree in Secretarial Science.  She was old, not old old but too old for college.  Already the mother of five children that she did not want when she finally marched.

Any way, I found her textbook on shorthand , read it and taught myself.  I must have mastered it because when I showed my mother what I had learned she grabbed my work balled it up, threw it away.  Threw the book away too.

Jealous!  What a slut!  I shrugged it off, just par for the course.  No, she was not always mean to me thank GOD.  There were many times Martha was actually fun, caring, loving, seemingly.

All put on.  No one could ever be that greedy and wicked and have one positive attribute sincerely.  Words! Mouth! A put on. Martha Jane Walters never ever cared about anyone but herself.  We should have known.  Too many foul deeds.  Far too many unexplained acts of savage brutality.  Of course she murdered her daddy.  What could we expect?

I remember my mother's first day as the Dean's secretary.  She came home excited, gleeful.  The Dean of Student's office had an Emergency Loan Fund reserved for students that fell on hard times.  I will never forget how my mother spent every penny.  Quite a size able sum at the time.

The entire time my mother served as secretary the students in need could never get any money because old greedy selfish Mathy made sure she spent every cent and never paid it back.

So, why did Mathy throw the shorthand book away?  Because she never learned it.  Tell me how does one claim an associates degree in secretarial science and never learn shorthand? Color!  According to my mother Fayetteville State just gave her a degree because she was born "yalla".

"Come ye out from among them."

You better get a grip!

Some one lied to your ass.   Perhaps there was time a "Mrs" meant something.  It doesn't mean as much when you have to work, help bring in the bacon and some man calls himself the king of his castle.

No, it is not your castle any more dumb ass.  If I have to go out and work, bring home way more money than you, you need to shut the fuck up!  Consider yourself blessed to have me.   You need to get up off your ass, help clean up, cook and have a positive, pleasant attitude.

No, you are not that good looking and frankly you suck as a lover.  You are fucking worthless! You sorry limp , dusty dick muthafucker!  What the fuck!  Do I look like a toilet to you?  If you want to keep me as a wife you are going to have to do way better than that tired shit.

If you are  gay, be gay muthafucker!  I don't need no pity fucks, no payday love.  Who told your lame duffy (do-fee) no-muscle-mass-having ass that you were fine?  You may have been fine at one time, maybe.  But you are a broke ass uneducated illiterate  now.  Do not compound your stupidity with jealousy.  Don't try to run that bullshit on me.

"I'm the head of the house,  like Christ is the head of the Church."  Sure, nigger, I will treat you like Christ when you act like (HIM).  Lying, whoremongering, half gay ass! Disease caring pathological lying  dimwitted slim.

Yea, you too said I feel too highly of myself.  Well, if I'm wrong, I'm wrong.  I would rather be alone, rather not be bothered if you are the best I can do.

"Come ye out from among them."

"The devil is a lie!"

The nerve of satan! The sick unmitigated nerve of satan to attempt to offer her longevity as proof of her power.  My ignorant mother never had any power.  She was unruly, despicable, common as bat shit but ,  she never had any power.

Yes, she was too common to tell on.  Yes, it was not uncommon to walk in on Martha committing some carnal act.  Yes, Martha Jane Walters was pretty low as a human being.  Yes, while I knew she would beat babies I didn't know she would rape them.  I should have.  A fallen woman so angry, so disgusted with her bastard children that she plots against them forever, until GOD removes her demon ass from the planet,  should not be honored.

Yes, I was very distressed when I realized how hated I am by my own family but,  today I don't care.  Any family dumb enough to honor a woman of such low moral character as Martha Jane Walters,  do not deserve to call me kin.

I'm somebody!  I educated myself!  This ignorant slut never had any love for me or any one else.  Jealous!  Bitch!  How the fuck are you going to be jealous of a little black girl you deliberately ruined every way possible? You never did anything but stalk me digging ditches and pits.  Growing more and more insanely jealous as GOD forced you to watch me win.

I won a house and you lost it!  You had to murder your daddy to get the money to buy your dream home and GOD just handed me one.

You were about the dumbest whore that every shit between two shoes.  Beaten, raped, assaulted, branded, impoverished, starved, lied to, lied on, exploited, stalked, conjured.  That is what you did to me!     You low "stanking" whore! You did all that with "love" stuffed in your mouth.  You loved me, loved us about as much as you loved GOD, loved your daddy.  You did everything but take my life.  Yes, you tried.  You tried over and over for sixty-two years, but GOD kept me.

A preacher! Nigger!  If you don't go sit your ignorant clown ass down somewhere! How in the hell can you preach having never read the Bible?  You just flipped through it looking for scripture to enslave others.

You should have read it you dumb lazy illiterate vacuous heathen.  I  know you were ashamed.  I am ashamed to tell on you.  I'm ashamed to know my truth.  But, bitch you murdered my grandfather!  He was a good man.  He was a real Christian.

That is how you got caught you low slut. You never did anything to that man you had molesting me (us) as a young child. Yes, you were in cahoots with him.  As a matter of fact you were the lead pervert.  You kept having sex with him after you divorced him!  I know you were "shame".  Some one you claimed was too black, too ignorant, too perverted for your common ass.

Scum! Human scum!  Not only do I consider you human scum, every one that upholds you, every one still fearing your dead ass.

"Come ye out from among them."

Slim ...

For far too long I was paralyzed by my own disbelief.  I lived it, felt it every day.  I just could not find the courage to admit my truth. Slim.  My mother was always something slimy, slick, immoral, untrustworthy.  Loud, clamorous, lying, violent, argumentative, combative.

It just didn't make sense.  Martha had no reason to be jealous of any one.  She was intelligent, a quick learner.  She certainly was a talented actress, orator, comedienne.  She was nice looking, some say beautiful.  She had beautiful teeth when she had teeth.

Unfortunately, Martha was a whore, a loose whore.  Never concerned with discretion, Martha would have sex with any one, any where, any time,  regardless of age, gender or kinship.  Now, that is a fact.

A brilliant  terrifying demon,  no one was permitted to so much as criticize her.  If you did you got a "root".  While Martha pretended she only targeted people that criticized her,  she was lying.  If you were alive and breathing Martha Jane Walters hated you and was hell bent on your destruction.

Jesus told me; "Know your truth and be set free."  My truth, my mother was a born demon, a pure hellion that was a horror from birth.  Once she was raped , had sex with a grown man three times as an eight year old child she spiraled out of control into a pathological liar and sadist, a witch.

My poor family kept her a secret more out of fear for this monster than shame.  So, for eighty-seven years this monstrosity waxed worse and worse finally murdering her own father.

I do think Martha was always a very mean little girl but once she was raped she was considered ruined and the life that followed, the life she pursued was revenge against the entire world.  The secret hatred my mother held for me, her only daughter,  was nothing short of despicable.

Yes,  she did try to pin her sins on me, tried to force me into captivity, a worse whore than she was.  Impossible.  No worse whore has ever lived.  Caligula had more morals.  Arranging my rape at age eight had the opposite effect on me.  Which of course caused old slimy Mathy to burn, to hate, to plot.

Every thing this secret demon plagued woman did to me backfired.  GOD turned every low plot she designed into a blessing.

Beaming! So glad to know my truth.

That Bible is true!

Every prophetic word in it is true.  You must read it for yourself.  You must study to show yourself approved.

How ironic my mother truly hated every one and every thing, always hated me.  How could she not? She never loved anyone.  Reprobates are incapable of natural affection.  Thus, always bragging about flushing five babies down the toilet.

How wonderful GOD is!   My phony lying despicable mother drug me to church every Sunday eighteen years in a row,  to front.  While I was there I paid attention, read, learned grew.  My mother's great secret torture forced me to rely on GOD, to trust (HIM)! I have deep faith forged into me by my horrid mother.  Praise the LORD!

Jesus tells us to shun evil people.  We should listen.  No, I could not help what I was born into and it took me a very long time to accept my truth.  The truth I ended up finally accepting at age sixty-two, I knew well by age eighteen.  Yes, my grandfather did tell me to leave and never come back.  He didn't have the words to tell me why.  I'm sure granddaddy never even heard the word succubus.  He knew something was very wrong with his daughter and he also knew that his prayers availed much.

My daughter told me I have that "Captain-save-a-ho" mentality.  I must.  I did not give up on my demonic mother until she was in the grave.  I have documented electronic proof my pastor's mother sent her family friend, a pastor to pray with her.  By then she was in a coma.  I don't know, can't know the outcome.

I do know "Pride goeth before a fall."  Martha was full of pride.  Pride is rebellion.  Pride is liken unto WITCHCRAFT!  Martha loved witchcraft.

Praise the LORD!

"Come Jesus."

"Don't be no fool!"

"Don't mess around and make your move too soon.  That is what my mother did.  True, I was already old.  Her half-ass confession was not made in an attempt to make amends, the old slut was trying to rub it in.

"Ya'life didn't turn out the way you planned it?   … did it?"  The low slut all but confessed.  Did she  really think that I didn't know, had not noticed?  As young as I was, as dumb as I was, at four and five I knew no mother would let some man slap dicks in her little girl's face!  No,  I didn't say anything.  The shanking whore was always complaining about having us, being stuck with us, having to feed us, clothe us and love us.

 The old common prostitute even said it; "Got tuh git that money, honey."

I put my childhood rape away, far away  in a blind spot.  I tried to  deliberately tuck it away forever.  As a matter of fact ,  I put all that childhood torture away.  It was my long lost brother that reminded me.  I had certainly forgotten how she slapped me silly, pounded my head nearly into a coma claiming she was just trying to teach me to tell time.

So, now this old snuggle tooth slut is laughing, grinning on the sly, taking credit for being a witch.   You were no witch dumb bitch! You were ignorant and primitive!  You fooled your dumb ass self the same way you fooled your  dumb ass "clients".

I am not ashamed to tell people you were a "root worker".  You were the "root worker", not me.  How in the hell did you get us to keep silent, to feel ashamed for your shit?  You did it!  You were never ashamed of anything you did.  You just didn't want some people to know.   You really didn't care if people knew.   If you had sincerely cared, you wouldn't have done it in the first place.  You just didn't want to be bothered with correction.

Slut! You screwed my "husband" when I was in the hospital having my daughter.  Warning! Warning! New low! No, once you sunk that low, there was no coming back for you.  I hope you noticed, once you murdered your own daddy you went from sick to repugnant.

I don't know why any one's admonition ever upset you, you never listened.

Yes, I must talk about you.  I must get it all out.  I must purge this pain and I must warn.  It seems more and more of you pedophile preachers are finally getting caught.

Yes, all of this could have been avoided if you had just obeyed GOD and repented.  You didn't expect to be ashamed in death did you?  Well, we are even, I didn't expect you to cuss me out before you died either.  I really thought you were going to apologize.  Yes, I really believed your preaching bullshit.  You were good!

Unfortunately, you made your move too soon."

When did I know my mother was an evildoer?

I always knew. Thank GOD I never realized how truly evil she really was until I was elderly.  We were elderly together, two grey haired old women.  My mother was laughing, mocking me again  as was her habit.

"Yo'life didn't turn out like you planned it …did it?"  Half mocking, half taking credit for all of her clever clandestine mischief.   Martha Jane Walters , never more than a "root working" slut.  Out of all the terrible things my mother did to me, to us, sexual molestation was the worse.  It was worse than all of her witchcraft.

Not only was I robbed of a childhood, that greedy slut refused to let me have anything. How many grown women delight in taking their daughter's fourteen year old boyfriend?   I call her greedy and it is an understatement.  Not only was she married at the time, she was living with her young lover.  A man she knew all of thrifty minutes before she moved him in.  Suddenly we had a new stepdad and nobody better say shit!

That greedy common move on her part proved to be a blessing to me.  Just prior to her husband being shipped off to Viet Nam she tried to pimp me out to her buzzard husband.  Not only did she not care after I caused a scene in that motel in Fort Gordon, Georgia , she went on to have sex with him in the daytime, with the door unlocked.

I walked in on them going at it like two hogs.  Was she embarrassed? Never! Martha, that common whore sat down and wrote that man the most vulgar pornographic letters every other day the entire two years he served in Viet Nam.

His father died suddenly and the Red Cross sent him home without notifying Martha until his plane landed.   Talk about scrambling.  Martha had to get rid of her lover within minutes.  She got everything out but one pair of shoes.  For some reason Martha thought  that this lover would make a great third husband so she threw me under the bus declaring the second husband the pervert he was.

So, Martha gets what she wants.  Gets rid of the "too short jet black ass"  husband and trades him in for a tall fine much younger one.  It didn't matter.  She was soon treating him like shit as well.  She went too far with this one.  He hurried up and left her demonic ass.

World, demons are real.  Not only do they live among us, they preach!  They preach in the African Methodist Episcopal Zion Church with impunity. (One Simon Temple AME Zion Church on Yadkin Road, in Fayetteville, North Carolina) Why? Because they are a bunch of Jesus pimps, reaching for the money not caring for the soul.

"From such stay away."

Understanding it better ...

My truth has been a long time coming but it is finally here.  Extremely evil people do live among us, vex and torture us deliberately,  pretending to love us. These creatures are sold out imps for satan.  No, I don't know if all families have them but, I know my family did.  I know Jerome and Rachel Walters had the worse child unimaginable.

Martha Jane Walters, the woman that would carry me in her corrupt womb , birthed me and spent sixty-two long years terrorizing, humiliating and ruining me for her sadistic pleasure.  What can I say?  The damn woman was an idiot, a complete lunatic!

WHORISH! There is no excuse for any one to have such a ravenous sexual appetite. YOUR OWN CHILDREN! Go kill yourself you common slut!

Instead of Martha trying to improve, to change, to make amends, Martha only had one desire, punish, destroy, lead into captivity, annihilate.  Punish on the sly, on the DL (down low), clandestine, covert, sneaky, lecherous, carnal, common.

My mother did think she was good looking.  She did admire herself.  The two things she counted as true blessings from Almighty GOD were her skin color and hair. "I'm light bright and damn near white!" ; she sang daily for eighty-seven long painful years.

(You might be light bright bitch but , you are as common as a dog! Straight nasty! I heard you. I was a small child but I will never forget because you said it more than once. "The closer kin, the deeper in."

I know you don't want me to tell that shit.  You want me to pretend that you were some great , holier than thou preacher. How can I ? You were a RAPIST!  A common rapist!  A female rapist! A pervert! A pedophile! A Bulldagger!  A pioneer sexual freak!

Why tarnish GOD's name when you truly hated (HIM)? Just who do you think you fooled? NO ONE! The only reason you never went to prison, the only reason you escaped the punishment you were due is because you were too disgusting to reveal.

Nasty whore! Having sex with the door open just like you didn't know any better.  You were a buzzard, married to a buzzard and I hope you two buzzards don't end up in the same hell together because all you will do is screw.

I have to laugh.  You used to tell this joke about the spinster that died and had "Who said you can't take it with you?" written on her tombstone.  Your tombstone should say the exact opposite.  "Who said you could not wear your ***** out?"

How could you?  INCEST! That is demon possession.  A legion of demons and I know how you got them.  You deserved ever demon you dug up trying to ruin some one else's life.

Rot bitch!

You can preach, read your Bible

"religiously", pray, fast, attend "Church" two or three times a week but,    until you get rid of that Cain spirit and that Jezebel spirit you are wasting your time.

I  don't have time or breath to waste on people that have anything good to say about Martha.  She was what she was and what she was was awful.  I did count her a fool.   I did laugh at her always luring men and sprinkling "dirt" in their shoes.  Saving the "cum" towels and their underwear.  My mother's bottom drawer was devoted to conjure.  Talk about a black widow spider!  "Lay" with my mother you were going to get a "root" put on you.  You were going to be "zombiefied" , emasculated , enslaved and made a fool of.

LORD, this man eating woman had five sons! Her female "magic" didn't work on me.  I always considered her a slut, just nasty, something common.  I know I'm affected, still I would rather be celibate, asexual,  than the low whore my mother was.  To this day amorous sounds of "lovemaking" trigger my memory and I suffer great anxiety.

The truth I didn't see,  Martha was a sex addict.  Men, men, men, that is all that was on her mind.  So, being and ignorant witch , a home made witchdoctor,  she kept  "His" socks  rolled up in her "draws" , in a Chest -of-drawers.  "He" was one of the few that ever  escaped.  Martha keep that "root"  on him anyway.  No, he never married again.  He remained as "friendly" as possible.  Wouldn't you?

Martha was a big liar.  Her "roots" never rotted her boss's asshole out.  She took credit for it though.

No, that is not the mother you ever want to have.  To be born a poor black bastard with a "root working" sadistic lunatic violent mother is a challenge to say the least.

"But GOD!"

My LORD!

What man, what woman tries to destroy her own family from the inside out? What man , what woman humiliates her own son over and over because his married father refused to divorce his wife and marry her?

What man, what woman actually derives carnal pleasure from lying, being deceitful, the exact opposite of what they are?

Why does DT really hate President Obama? Why are so many people fooled by this obvious idiot? Most people can not think.  Most people do think white people are a superior race.  That all white men are brilliant thinkers.  That wealth is proof of GOD's anointing, (HIS) blessings.

My mother lived to be eighty-seven years old, ninety-nine percent mouth.

"From such stay away."

Ain't nobody that damn dumb!

Lies you tell bitch!  I see you were never dumb enough to get your dumb ass caught.  That doesn't mean you were smarter.  It is evidence of your repugnance.

Do you know I have thrown pairs of shoes away because I stepped in dog poop,  Dog poop so foul I said "Fuck it!"   Chunked the shoes.  I did not care what the shoes cost, how much I liked them, once I stepped in dog shit wearing them, it was over.

Too bad we can't discard human beings the way we do shoes.  I never tried to discard you Martha.  I always tried to help you.  My grandfather did make me swear to always help you.  For some reason he felt sorry for you.  He saw your demon possession as some form of affliction, a type of retardation that you could not help.  I don't agree.  You did not want to help yourself.

How evil can evil be?  How dumb can some people be? How long can a lie live? You didn't need to hurt us, to scare us, to lead us into captivity.  I can assure you being born black and illegitimate was quite enough.  You needn't go any further . You being the true sadist you were you had to go for the jugular. Thanks!  I earned my college degree.  I earned every honor that made you jealous.

Your "commonness" was your fault.  The fact you had six children for six different men should not have been an issue.  Why lie? What was your point? The point was , you were a bully and you could make anyone bow down.  You were not about to bow down to GOD when you were a true succubus making imps bow down to you.

"This Joy I have the world didn't give it to me!  And the world can't take it away."

The worse thing about ...

my mother's evil was it could have been prevented.  If my family had not been so deeply ashamed, more concerned with hiding and concealing her. than revealing her.   No one, very few could or would confront her.  My grandfather did and he got a bullet in the heart.

I have often wondered why she did that.  Yes, I blamed her demons.  It wasn't the demons and it wasn't because Mathy was too lazy to care for him.  Martha Jane Walters was just an evil woman.  Evil demons afflict good families.  And maybe, just maybe my family was never really that good after all.  It could be Jerome Walters was the only good man or one of the few good men in our family.

One thing for sure, once Mathy Jane got her nasty whorish hands on a man he was certainly no more good.  Succubus! My mother was a succubus and I never would have known without GOD on my side.  These pimp preachers certainly are not warning us.

Read!  Don't trust your pastor.  Read! Don't trust Google. Read! "Study to show yourself approved."

It is a beautiful morning!

No matter my trials and tribulations, it is a beautiful morning and Dear LORD I thank you.  No, I never had a lot of friends, I only had a few.  A few real friends are worth a million phony lying envious imps.

No, I never had a real dad in evidence.  I had a "Chester the Molester" and a few of my mother's many lovers were about as supportive as she would allow them to be.  But, I had my granddaddy! Praise the LORD I had Jerome Walters!

My grandfather was such a wonderful wise man he made my Mathy Jane Experience worth it.  I'm so proud.  That awful ogre is finally dead and she did not die with me on her side.  Praise the LORD.  She did not die holding my testicles in her crusty creepy talons.

The best blessing of all, all of her terror, horror, lying, backbiting and backstabbing failed!

Praise the LORD!

It is truly a beautiful morning.

P.S.

You were never GOD, a god or a goddess.  The truth is,  you always knew that you were never more than a low promiscuous whore. You always knew it was you, horny, hot, carnal, ravenous, destructive, cunning, lecherous, savage, primitive, mainly a woman full of hatred and self-loathing.  No, I don't know what to tell you especially since you made sure I was the the exact opposite of you.

What the hell happened to you?  Having sex with the door open, wide fucking open! Woman! Why didn't you get some help?  I guess there was no help for a person like you.  Not in the thirties, forties, fifties, sixties, seventies, …  .  Hell there is no help for nasty incestuous pedophiles like you  today.

Why hate?  Why hate me? Why try to ruin me?  Why inflict so much pain on people you claimed to love for so long?  Yes, I am glad you are dead.  I can't lie.  Your finally dying is better than hitting the Lottery for me.  Woman!  You were an ignorant horror!  You slut!  You sprinkled that "dust" in cousin Rachel's suitcase. That evil black spirit you conjured went through me.  "I" put a huge butcher knife to cousin Rachel's throat.  You laughed, proud that your "dust" worked.

Well, all that want to be a volunteer imp for satan like you can if they want to.  Serving satan never did you any good.  Who ever heard of an eighty-seven year old "ordained minister" refusing to repent of her sins because she is still too proud? Still too sadistic? An eighty-seven year old foul reprobate is a sad thing to see.

But, you go ahead and rot.  That is exactly what you deserve.  Rot! Rot in hell for the life you lived, for all the lives you deliberately destroyed because you were always too proud to be wrong.

"Study to show yourself approved."

Dear LORD that succubus I was attacked to never knew you were with me, and there were times I didn't know either, but you were there. PRAISE THE LORD YOU WERE THERE! 

I thank you LORD for your tender mercies.  I thank you for turning all of Martha's sick deliberate clandestine torture, tricks and sabotage into something good.  You turned her evil into self discipline, into pride, confidence, fierceness, tenacity, chastity, humbleness, meekness, patience, just blessings.

Martha could have given up her evil sixty, seventy,  eighty years ago.  She was too selfish, too ignorant, too full of pride, greed and envy.  Martha did not study, leaned to her own understanding.  "Study to show yourself approved"  does not mean simply "look smart",  to look the part.  It doesn't mean to "show" as in deceive or appear, it means to become.  If you are to become knowledgeable concerning a subject, you must study, you must read.  You must master that concept as a true scholar.

Far too many people just sound smart repeating something every one else believes.  Just because an idea is popular , that doesn't make it right.  Most people thought the world was flat when Columbus thought it was round.

"Wide is the road that leads to death and destruction.  Narrow is the path of righteousness ."  A lot of racists are going to bust hell wide open.  Falsely believing they did everything right.  They attended "church" religiously. (Pun intended) They didn't drink, curse or smoke.  Didn't cheat on their spouses.  But they didn't have charity.  Charity is love.  It is the opposite of being jealous, of envy, of blessing blocking.

Far too many people block blessings.  Far too many people hate other other people because they have been taught to.  Far too many people are still racist, prejudice, ignorant.  Far too many people pre-judge others, make false assumptions, spew hateful words and solutions.

My mother pre-judged me.  Tried her best to ruin me on the sly, covertly.  GOD said no!

Praise the LORD!

Yes,she was always an ...

irritable muthafucker.  Always mad, always pissed off.  Always offensive, could never be corrected.  You couldn't  tell Mathy Jane shit!   Really.  You could not tell her shit stank, the bitch would argue, claiming it was an aroma as opposed to a true stank.

It is funny, one of the last insults she spewed on me was concerning my opinion of myself.  "You thank too much of yo'sef!"

Bitch! You lying stanking sadistic whore!  All you ever did was dig ditches, pits. lie , fornicate, molest, rape, "work roots" and murder. You had the damn nerve to claim I felt too highly of myself.

I couldn't have felt too good about myself still trying to love your demonic lying ass.  You were  about as much a preacher as my dog Cleo and she isn't even smart enough to shake my hand or play fetch.

You nasty "'hoes" need to sit down! Quit going to "church".  Y'all done fucked the "church" up.  Shit, I ain't going back.  I'm home churching from now on.

I

I am what happens when an evil lying whorish ignorant primitive sadistic person  is allowed  to parent.  Permitted to exist on the same planet decent human beings try to co-exist on.  There is not enough close supervision in the world.  Some one knew Martha Jane Walters should have never been left around innocent children and the elderly.

Fear.  No, there is not that much fear either.  Ignorance, sheer stupidity.  No, apathy.  Just a case of no one caring because we are black.

How can black people hate the white racist when black self hatred and jealousy is worse?  All I can say is;  "This stanking whore!"  Bitch!  Could you let me get halfway grown first !?  I'm so glad I automatically slapped your cowardly ass back , when you slapped me across my face when I was eight years old.

I know you hated yourself!  You should have!  You had zero morals, zero restraint.  You had the nerve to accuse your cousin of being common.  Said she would screw a snake if someone held it's head.  That was you Mathy! That was you.  You should have done something about that other than lie and deny. That is precisely why you hated me so, why you hated every woman, every man, every child.  That is why you hated your daddy and GOD.

Mathy, you were always too dumb, too cowardly and too lying to hate your repugnant self.

No, you should have been dealt with it.  Some one should have stood up to your stanking lying ass.  You proved one thing; "A leopard never changes her spots."

Rot slut!

Clearly ...

a tragic mistake was made.  Martha Jane Walters were permitted to "mother", to pretend to nurture.  Some one had to know this was an impossibility.  I am sure Martha did more than have sex three time with a grown man when she was eight years old.

Was it a series of savage rapes as she claimed?  Was she already that wicked? A toddler stealing pennies off of a dead man's eyes.  A jealous sister that brutally attacked  her baby brother often, that sexually violated him.

For some reason my mother always thought young children were incapable of remembering savage acts of sex abuse.  And she didn't care if you did remember them, you better not have enough "grit in your craw" to approach her about her filth.

So, I'm wrong.  I am put out of the jealous family that never had anything but secret hatred for me in the first place.  Any one dumb enough, emasculated enough,  to honor the dead slut that deliberately destroyed their lives,  claiming forgiveness and undying love,  can stay away from me!

What could any one expect?  Was the bludgeoning of that puppy a warning?  How did she get away with all the burnings, scaldings, stabbings? Is she the succubus that must be endured to the end?

LORD, did I pass the test?

Yes, I'm mad ...

ignorant ass, troll bitch, crawling around on all fours sprinkling "dust" in our shoes.  "Dumb bitch! If you don't go sit the fuck down somewhere! "

The horror! The embarrassment! The sheer stupidity! The blatant primitive ignorance!

Sadly, I know for a fact Martha was never that dumb.  She just hoped we were.  She was that proud and she was that carnal.  She was a nymphomaniac whore. Yes, she murdered  her own daddy and never shed one tear.   Never marked his grave with anything.  Never visited his grave.  Spent ever waking moment lying on him, smearing his name after she savagely murdered him.

We, the Walters family lost every thing as a result of our enslavement and deliberate torture by Mathy Jane. 

I say no.  No! BOW DOWN sATAN! Bow your wicked lying ass down! You nasty whore!  You sexually abused, raped and ruined your own children! Bow your lying carnal ass down!

I refuse to be too ashamed. I will  tell on your nasty "stanking" ass!   GOD gave you eighty-seven years to get it right.  You got it wrong, kept it wrong and finally fucking died.  You got the fucking nerve to leave instructions! "Now, I would take that to my grave." 

I'm not taking shit to my fucking grave you grissley fucking stanking nasty ass whore! Witchcraft! I do hope some dogs dig your funky lying ass up and spread your rotten bones all over Cumberland County , North Carolina.

I do feel extremely sorry for any one that still claims to love you because that person is surely an idiot.

"From such stay away."

Cool as a cucumber ...

First of all I'm up early as usual thanking GOD profusely for blessing me, saving me, sparing me from something "homemade".  Yes, my own mother was an extremely jealous dangerous lunatic succubus. Oh yes, "I'm due to be dead."  My death, my destruction was her plan, her only plan. The only plan this ignorant slut ever had for her entire family just because she was hardheaded, full of pride and could never listen.  Martha demanded adulation.  Not for anything she did, just for her complexion.  Martha Jane Walters always pretended to be too ignorant to know better.  Believe me, that slut knew better!  She knew better than to ever get caught in her filth.  No, her plans of complete humiliation and annihilation were not just for me, for everyone she came in contact with.

Even the Wolf man begged to be chained up during a Full moon.  The Wolf man did not want to do harm. He could not help it.  He wanted no part of the evil forces that controlled him.  Not Mathy.  This ravenous creature was truly a buzzard.  I've  called her a buzzard in jest often but, she truly was one.  How does an ordained minister reach age eighty-seven still defiant, still lying.  Not only unrepentant, still proud of her whorishness, carnal lust and witchcraft.

"From such stay away."  Phony preaching and your long winded lies  do not erase your filth.  No more than lying and denying and your dumb ass Flying Monkeys still lying, still claiming they fear your dead ass.

  Yes, it was a test.  A test from Almighty GOD. (HE) told us some of us would be imprisoned that we might be tested.

I know I was tested! Ignorant Martha could never get enough of being a low common spoiler.  She was the kind of woman you could not associate with.  You could not have her in your house.  Yes, she would screw your husband.  Automatic.  It was a contest with Martha.  She had to be wanted.  Martha did believe every man wanted her, wanted to lie with her regardless of age or kingship,

Martha would steal.  She was a thief!  Not a kleptomaniac , just a common hood rat thief.  Martha stole for the fun of it. Yes, she would steal the butter out of a biscuit.  Martha wasn't trying to gain anything, rather she wanted to hurt.  Never tell her you found the perfect sandals, outfit or purse.  Martha was going to mysteriously make one shoe, a skirt, a jacket disappear.  Worse, she was going to help you look for it!

"From such stay away."

Not only would Martha seduce your spouse, she would try to destroy your children.  She deliberately planted negative ideas in their head.  Her first observation always concerned the color of their skin, next hair texture.  No, Martha wasn't about to ever teach a child to count or how to read.  She was there to introduce their little innocent minds to something "nasty", carnal.

"From such stay away."

Needless to say, I have no love lost for Martha.  Yes, I am very glad she is finally dead and rotting in her muthafucking grave.  Dear LORD, please! Please, please, please!  No more whores like Martha! No mas!

Enough! A nasty whore caught in the act of fornication that snatches her "draws" up and proceeds to beat the dog shit out of her new husband should not be parenting anyone!  Therefore LORD, on behalf of my entire Walters family I thank you!

Praise the LORD!