"Correct a fool …"

GOD's Word tells us that if we correct a fool we will gain an enemy.  That was certainly my mother.  I never met a person with a nastier attitude.  Worse than her inability to ever be wrong, to take correction, Martha took it to another level.  Just because you had enough "grit in your craw" to so much as look at her sideways,  she now had to "cut you".  Yes, Mathy was going to throw a "root" on you .

While I was terrorized for sixty-two years, I have to laugh.  This shit is funny.  It is incredible.  The only reason I know, I'm a witness.  I am screaming hysterically.  Don't tell me my mother did not visit graves collecting "dust".  The bitch took me!  Took us!  When other little toddlers were learning how to color, their "ABC's", this scoundrel of a mother was teaching me how to be a "root worker".

It didn't stick.  I had no interest.  Perhaps because my grandfather always taught against it.  My grandfather, Jerome Walters reminded my mother, Martha Jane Walters that she was going to hell every day.  Every day she laughed and kept "rooting", conjuring.

Yes, my mother was a terrorist and an extremely jealous one.  I was one beautiful  majorette, a great high stepper for the Golden Bulls of E.E.Smith Senior High school.  Not only did my  mother refuse to go to any games, to watch me march.  The bitch put a "root" on me.  I had to give up marching when my knee grew to the size of a basketball and I barely weighed ninety pounds.  My own mother was a nasty incestuous whore always stalking me, attempting to force me into whoredom.  It didn't work because she was such a common nymphomaniac she made the thought of intimacy disgusting.

Many people did fear my mother.  Many came to her door (Madame Watson) seeking help.  I know my mother kept many from going to jail.  At least she took credit and they gave her credit and praise.  My mother sold little red "Goffer dust" bags.  This was "dust" collected from an innocent baby's grave.  Once treated by Martha and paid for , Martha instructed her clients to get to the courtroom early.  Tip in and politely sprinkle your "dust" on the Judge's bench,  in the four corners of the courtroom.

Don't laugh, time after time, they all returned jubilant.  Their cases were always dismissed or the guilty culprit would be acquitted.  One of my brothers was pulled over by a cop.  Rumor is  his car was loaded down with drugs.  When the cop pulled his "goffer dust" out of his pocket, he screamed; "What is this  shit!?"  My brother was honest, told him exactly what it was.  The cop responded by screaming at my brother; "Get the fuck out of here!" and let my brother go.

Don't tell me about "roots".  I did my masters thesis on it. My mother did successfully murder her own father.  Got away clean.  Yes, I sent the police, all to no avail.

It doesn't matter.  It is all in Divine Order.  No clown, no imp for satan,  is coming to this earth defeating GOD.  It is not going to happen!

Praise the LORD!