Yes, I am anointed. My mother knew it, saw it, tried to destroy it until her last miserable day on this earth. I can not be hurt, I can not be touched. My GOD goes before me, leads and guides me all the way. Makes intercession for me, enables me with the power of discernment.
Yes, I have been treated horribly on my journey. Horribly mistreated by my own kin, my own mother.
My mother billed herself as something beautiful , brilliant and powerful. She was never more than an extremely low promiscuous whore dumb enough to think her phony preaching was enough.
Martha was woefully under-educated. I know for a fact she never read one complete book in her entire long life. Martha was an intellectual parasite. She preferred listening to people she trusted than actually fully reading, acquiring true knowledge for herself. She cherry picked the Bible because she never believed in GOD's plan. Yes, she knew GOD was real, (HE) just wasn't for her. As far as she was concerned honesty and righteousness was some bullshit and she had no interest or need for it.
My mother would preach eloquent sermons, filled with great wisdom , hope and motivation and turn around and tell us in the car; "Don't pay that shit no attention." That is exactly why she suffered so. A woman so jealous and insecure she never did anything but lie, steal and kill.
My mother was a pathological liar. Worse than lying every time she opened her mouth, she stole. My mother was the thief of Bagdad. Her thievery was hilarious because it was unnecessary. Martha would steal just to steal. I watched her steal with money in her pocket. As a teenager I stole from my job just to impress her.
We always laughed. I was taught that I should steal, that I had to do my part to make up for slavery. White people stole us therefore we should steal. Steal everything while grinning , lying, clowning and pretending to be the perfect nigger.
Somehow I do feel sorry for my mother. Her whoredom was always on automatic. No wonder my mother hated me so deeply. I was as harsh to her in as many ways as I could without getting stabbed or shot. She went with a big fat sloppy stinky man that worked at the local fertilizer plant. He always smelled of fertilizer. She blamed his job and I blamed his no washing ass.
He resembled a fat sow, a huge yellow Walrus. Worse, his teeth, yellow, orange, green, gray. I just flat told her I would not borrow no pussy and give to that nigger. I was only fourteen. Poor Martha. Money was the only gift any man need suggest for her to give it up. So Martha bragged that she was getting a hundred dollars for her pussy in the sixties.
So, of course she sabotaged my efforts to claw my way out of that pit. That pit was good enough for her, why couldn't it be good enough for me? I am anointed, chosen to preach the Gospel. Martha murdered, practiced evil conjure, voodoo , just to do what I do so easily.
It is all in Divine Order. No mortal man or woman can stop what GOD has anointed. Be abundantly blessed as you continue your journey around the sun.
(*Shout out to my friend, R.B. for that reference. It was so eloquent, I had to borrow it. That is what we do as writers, as true educators, exchange ideas and terms, expressions, metaphors.).
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