It is a fact ...

it is no lie.  My own mother gleefully enjoyed inflicting excruciating pain.  She really did and she did it for eighty-seven years.  I did characterize her behavior as demon possession but the more I think about it the more I know she was a DEMON.

A human demon, who knew? Jesus.  (HE) warned us.

Why don't we know demons are plaguing us on this earth? Is it fear? My grandfather never came out and called her a demon but he did advise us to not make any sudden moves while our heads were in the lion's mouth.  He called her the lion's mouth, code for something dreadfully evil.

Why didn't I know, why didn't we know?  Why didn't the nearly four million slaves still held in bondage during the Civil War run away?  Why did most slaves remain on the same plantations? It is strange the love the slaves had for their oppressors.   It is the same way in my family.  While my mother treated me miserably she always claimed I was the best treated.  I clung to her.  I did manage a brief respite of nine puny years but she still had me.  She was in my head and my heart.

My mother really viewed our rapes as a rite of passage. I get it, she was raped.  I can understand people refusing to know about women like my mother. I can even understand her church.  My grandfather taught me; "Man does not do what is right, he does what is convenient."  It is not convenient to know your pastor, your "mother of the church" was such a despicable murdering lying "root working"  whore.

I know every one that sat up under her for all those years, all those people that were genuinely heartbroken upon her death preferring to let her bad memory pass.  It can't pass. I can not go on knowing what I know.  I am to broke (financially) , too broken spiritually.  I can still hear her evil demonic cackle. She was one sick woman, a true SADIST! A SOCIOPATH!

Yes, Martha Jane Walters mocked GOD! Proved to so many that GOD was not real, no more than a joke.  Granddaddy did not cloak for her, he just remained silent, spoke in a coded language.  Was he afraid?  She did brag about how she tried to murder him on Henry ******'s  front porch when she was sixteen.

When I think about it, my mother was always bragging about stabbing or trying to kill someone.  That evil was in me.  Perhaps it still is.  I was going to kill her perverted husband.  I sharpened a pocket knife for two years while he was in Viet Nam.  The truth was I was salivating.  I couldn't wait for him to come home and attempt to molest me one more time.  Two hundred stabs to his black nigger heart was my plan. I did not care about going to jail, what people would think.  I was positively gleeful just rehearsing my plan in my head.

It never came to past.  She quit him, got her a new man.  One much taller and much younger.  The pervert was gone.  I missed my chance.

Evil is real.  Evil people blanket our earth.  It is high time for righteous people to stop them.  Yes, we can!  We can tell.  I could not tell then or I chose not to.  Yes, I knew my mother was involved.  But when she wasn't being demonically evil she was nice, often kind.  No, we often never had enough to eat but when she cooked she cooked.   My mother was a great cook.  When we were high on the hog, we were high on the hog!

We had a "Meat man"once.  A fellow pastor in the A.M.E.Zion church. He sold hot meat from the trunk of his Cadillac. Man, that was the best we ever had it.  I remember having Lobster tail for lunch! We had so much hot meat my mother had to buy two freezers.  Then it happened.  He got caught, went to jail.  Yes, we cried.  My mother took us straight back to "a thousand things", Pinto beans, no meat, no rice, no cornbread, no Cool-aid.

I do love talking about my mother.  They say there is no fury like a woman scorned and I am sure proving it.  I am just amazed and in love with GOD for saving me.  For putting the words in my mouth, the meditation in my heart.

No, I am not a sadist, I hope and pray I never deliberately hurt any one.  But, I will defend myself.  You can hate and talk about me all you please.  You better not touch me.  I love Jesus, I am not Jesus.

You will not rape your children, stalk and work roots on them for decade after evil decade and just die. That is just disrespectful.  Especially when you know you know.  My mother knew who and what she was.  I said she had a pet nigger.  She did.  Martha found a vulnerable man , sixteen years her junior and just enslaved him.  I recognize we were all her slaves, all her pet niggers.

I can't do it.  I must tell.  I must sound the alarm!  LOOK AT THEIR FRUIT!  A woman that will rape a baby will do anything.  Never expect more than excruciating pain.  Pay attention!  Look how many babies are being beaten to death, left in hot cars, purely crucified for daring to be born.  For daring to invade the body of a complete succubus.

PAY ATTENTION!

"Come ye out from among them!"