"Ye shall know them by their fruit"

No sweeter, kinder, loving, polite, supportive, mother could any one ever hope to have.  That was not just the impression Martha gave everyone, that was our reality.  That was our script.  We knew our parts by heart.  Play along, I'm your loving mother, you love me fiercely because I am so good to you.  I'll let you ride around in my fine car.  You will look good because I gave you all my good looks and good hair.  That's it!  That's all you get.  You will be my foot stool. I am going to mock you and ruin you.  Tough shit, you should not have been born to me.  You should have never crawled your stanking black ass up into my corrupt womb.

 Of course it was all a ruse, a game, a part of Martha's pretend game. If was as if Martha was testing GOD.  "How long can I be diabolically evil while playing saved and sanctified? Forever! These dumb ass, black ass niggers will never catch on."

We had to play.  There was no such thing as objecting, demanding that she grow up and stop being so selfish.  Martha was a still a child, albeit, a very grown up old child with an emotional range of two to fourteen.  Now, that demon that dwelled in Martha was old, ancient.  She had Legion.  Jesus cast out Legion's demons and they all came back furiously in the form of Martha Jane Walters.

If I am to be truthful, I wish  granddaddy had killed her, just choked the life out of  her just as soon as he recognized she was demon spawn.  It wasn't meant to be however.  We had to endure her to the end.

Any one still claiming to love that albatross, that succubus lacks "good sense", is void of all understanding.  Not only did Martha beat and rape babies she was a WHORE!  A sick nasty WHORE that played preacher to mock GOD.  Not because she loved GOD.  Martha hated GOD with a passion, with the same passion she deliberately secretly tortured us with.

I've had a long time to think about this thing.  Why preach and do the exact opposite of what you preach?  Why stalk people you pretend to love?  Why slather so much "love", compliments and token cheap re-gifted gifts  on your victims?

For twenty-seven years all I ever heard was how much my mother loved my grandfather.  Martha would go on for hours concerning my grandfather's wisdom, his strength, his courage.  She bragged about his land, his house, his orchards, vineyards, his man made lake.  She would proudly recount how he sucked the snot out of her nose when she was an infant because they did not know what an aspirator was.

When I got that phone call that Saturday morning, February 10,1979, I knew.  Something inside me knew she did it.  I could not face it , so something inside me died.  I let  Mathy win again.  What could we do?  What could I do?

satan had us in his grip.  We were born into the hands of the evil one.  Granddaddy always warned us to not make any sudden moves .  Did granddaddy know his daughter was controlled by demons? Obviously he did.  Did he know she would murder him one day, just blow his heart out?

No, I'm sure he didn't but he would be the first one to tell you he wasn't surprised.

How does one go about acquiring such a demon, demons?  By lying, never coming to the truth.  By pretending, by being a fake.  Be who you are.  If  you don't like who you are, change.

Don't hate.  Don't hate people and carry envy and jealousy in your heart secretly.  Love you.   If you can't love you,  find out why.  Martha could not love herself because she was a promiscuous whore.  She was a sex addict.  Martha crammed so much pornography under her bed the paper back books held the bed up.

Those books were secret. I dare not say anything.  I could not mention that back room where she brought strange men late at night.   It seems to me Martha did very much enjoy her uninhibited sexual lifestyle.  Demanded to live out her sexual fantasies at our expense.  We were still young children only in the sixth grade.  Martha took Spanish Fly, behaved like a bitch in heat.

Got up early every Sunday and forced us to church.  We sat there all damn day!  In the heat, church windows open, wasps swarming, a long winded minister with no "shut-ups".  Little did I know this was Martha's version or repentance, of showing GOD she was truly sorry.

Martha mocked GOD, refused to reap. Refused to take responsibility for any action, any deed,  nothing was ever her fault.  She must reap.  Every word in (HIS) Book is true.  Martha was a clown preacher, deliberately lied and mislead her church.  Never cared about another human being on this earth.  Died laughing, swearing she won.

I'm not laughing.  I'm telling, I'm warning.  If you don't learn that you can trust GOD, can free fall,  from my life, GOD may not be meant for you.

"Many are called, few are chosen."