The first thing GOD teaches us is to trust (HIM). "Fear no man"; means trust (HIM) "Lean not to your own understanding." ; means trust (HIM).
Not only am I privileged to learn and observe the Goodness of GOD, I am privileged that (HE) allows me to express my deep inner most thoughts daily.
"Come ye out from among them." Who is "them"? These idiots, these non-critical thinking dick sucking idiots. DICK SUCKING! Monica Lewinskys. I am not "slut shaming". You can not shame a slut. That is precisely why they are sluts, incapable of being shamed, of ever caring for another human being on this earth.
My mother was a slut, an extremely evil slut and I am infuriated! I am infuriated mainly because of the loss, of what could have been. I do cry imagining what our lives could have been like without my evil whorish mother interfering, plotting, scheming, destroying.
I hate her so much I refuse to be her bitch one more day. What a SLUT! Enslaving and destroying your own children. Imagine a woman so weak, so common, she deliberately eviscerates her own children because she is so emotionally immature, full of sheer ignorance and hatred she wants to see them suffer.
My mother was a PERVERT! Our mistake was covering for her, cowering, turning our heads, placating, accepting, tolerating. Jesus said "Fear no man." We must hear that. Ironically I grew up in a Christian family where I was taught "just don't say nothing." We attended church every Sunday unfortunately for the wrong reasons. For some reason we thought attendance counted, like in school. I'm screaming! We were sitting in church for hours and hours, sitting right beside satan, Lucifer in a wig and a dress.
"JUST DON'T SAY NOTHING!" This nasty promiscuous whore is off her fucking rocker. (For the sake of my own sanity I will not repeat some of Mathy Jane's sick diabolical sex acts. What I do reveal is mind numbing enough.)
Showing fear, remaining silent, mum, enslaved is not the way to handle a demon. Some people should be imprisoned, separated from "decent " people, never tolerated, never feared, never hidden. I shall always wonder how Mathy got the leg up on our family. It is Divine Order. "What GOD has for me, what GOD has for us , is for us."
If my brothers choose her name, her image, over reality that is their decision. I can't. I can't love her. I can NOT honor her. That selfish whore deliberately robbed us of enough. I refuse to let this racist world take another thing from me. "My head is bloody but unbowed." The bitch cussed me, but I cussed her back. Had the damn nerve to un-invite me from her funeral. Mathy you were a fucking trip! Jesus said "let the dead bury the dead".
You had the nerve to "dis-inherit" me. Bitch! You were eighty-seven years old still caring a house note! Good enough. That's what you get for lying, hating, "rooting", conjuring, envying, for secretly serving satan.
If Jesus, GOD's son had to separate himself, fast and pray for forty days, what should we do? A fast is a sacrifice. We must deny ourselves something. That denial, that spiritual cleansing enables us to THINK, to meditate, to COMMUNE with GOD'S highest consciousness.
We need GOD! You need GOD. We all need GOD. When your mother is a ravenous wolf, a woman without a conscious , a woman totally void of MORALITY! You need GOD!
Oh yes! OHYESOHYESOHYESOHYESOHYESohyesohyesohyes! We need GOD. We need (HIM) every hour.
Please become color blind! Please seek GOD's face! Please study to show yourself approved.
I reject every lie and this world ever taught me. My color black has nothing to do with me. My gender female, my age, my economic status, can not define me. Money does not impress me. Money is a means to an end. Greed mongers can fight and squabble over money, do anything for money. I don't have to.
People commit common deplorable acts for money. Sadly all the money, wealth, opulence in the world can not take the stench of their repugnant lives. I understand now why my mother threw her new mink stole on the floor and walked on it. She was ashamed.
Her second husband was serving in Viet Nam, she was whoring with a married man. She told him he had to give her a charge card to the Capitol Department store. He did. He should have. He was extremely ugly. He resembled a huge black walrus with huge pink bubbly lips.
I would rather be broke, wear a tow-sack. Be by myself. He insisted on buying me gifts as well. I think that pissed her off. I was only fourteen yet my own mother had aspirations for my whoredom. "You sitting on a gold mine!"
Dear LORD thank you for protecting me from Martha's road to whoredom she set out for me.
Deliver us LORD. Deliver me from the hand of my enemies. They are too many, they are too strong. They are blood LORD, they are BLOOD! They are too willful, too stubborn, too jealous, too full of envy, too ignorant, too selfish, too delusional . Save us LORD!
"Come Jesus"
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