No, I know I never had a mother, I had a female thing that birthed me. Yes, my mother was a succubus, truly. What else could she be? When you are a nymphomaniac for real and a PATHOLOGICAL LIAR, you will become a reprobate. Once you become a true reprobate GOD will release you over to a reprobate mind. Your feet will be swift to run to mischief. LORD help you if your mischief is WITCHCRAFT!
Any way, the woman never loved me. Worse she not so secretly hated me with a passion. Sadly, Mathy Jane hated everyone, including herself. Yes, she should have hated herself. SHE WAS NASTY! COMMON AS A DOG!
She had to hear them. I was a small child and I heard them. We were in church, Wesley Chapel A.M.E. Zion in Wade, North Carolina. The women whispered among themselves; "Common as bat shit." I was a child and I was offended. How dare these old ugly heifers talk about my mother!? I agreed with my mother; "Dem bitches jest jealous 'cause I'm high yalla and got good hair."
No, unfortunately Martha was as common as bat shit just like the old biddies said. Not only could Martha sit on the toilet with the door wide open, carry on a conversation, she could have sex with anyone, any age, any gender, any number, any where! Not only could, did!
I imagine that is what made her hate herself so much. But, why me? Why hate me? Why hate us? Why hate her parents? Why hate GOD? Rebellious! Never listened. Martha could not listen for formulating the lie she planned to respond with. Martha never listened and Martha never read. She was lazy and spoiled. Yes, she was anti-intellectual.
I am an intellectual. Did GOD intend for me to be one? Or did I become one because I chose the public library to hide out in. I wasn't going in that apartment if her crusty black red-eyed perverted husband was at home. The librarians loved us. I read everything in the Liberal Arts section, my brother chose science. "Ain't GOD good!" GOD has a plan, (HE) is a wheel, in the middle of a wheel.
Well, lets make this very long story short. I endured nothing but pain and disappointment associating with that woman. Every dream I every shared with her somehow shattered. I finally had enough when she mailed me a shit filled letter. For nine years I went no contact. Then in 1997 The LORD Jesus Christ spoke to me, spoke just as clearly. My daughter is a witness. We were in the balcony of Saint Phillip AME Church in Atlanta. Rev. Augusta H. Hall was preaching. GOD said; "Go back, Go back home to your mother. Forgive her."
I do think I protested some,: "GOD, what about granddaddy? She murdered my grandfather." GOD reassured me that (HE) had this and every thing was fine, I thought. (Little did I know.)
So way after while, by and by, in 2005 here comes my long lost brother after twenty-five years of no contact. Talk about putting the cheese on the cracker, dotting the "i"s, crossing the "t"s, filling in the blanks.
Praise the LORD!
So, attention evildoer, don't play with GOD, and don't mess with (HIS) anointed.
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