What say you Mathy Jane?

I see you rushed and jumped your "stanking" ass in a grave just as soon as you could.  No, you hadn't planned to leave us so early.  Every one knows all Walters wear time out.  Ninety-six, ninety-seven, a hundred and one.

Why did you rush off Mathy? Shit got too hot when that "boy" came back, didn't it?  You didn't mind doing, you just didn't want every one to know.  You didn't even care that we your victims knew.  We just better not say shit, EVER.

Who are you bitch!?  How the fuck do you plan to keep me quiet when your ass is dead?  No, we should have stood up to you.  But, we couldn't.  We were frightened, terrorized mice.

Fuck you bitch!  You don't do that shit to your own children!   You knew better!  I see your "stanking" retarded ass never got caught.  So, you weren't too dumb.  You were fool enough to believe in that fucking WITCHCRAFT!   You should have believed in GOD you stanking nasty slutty whore!  I know, I know, you were possessed.  But, at some point you should have gotten some help, done a cleanse, a fasting, something.

Yes, I'm glad your dead ass is dead! Bitch!  Get the fuck on!  Don't come around here no more!

If you had paid more attention to that Book you loved profiling with you would have known every WORD is true.

Thirty-four years of preaching did not clean you up Mathy.  It did not square you with GOD, with me, with any one or any thing on this earth.   Yes, you were right to laugh at me and call me a fool.  I was.  I was as blind as a bat. Yes!  I bought your phony preaching lock, stock and barrel and I was YOUR CHIEF VICTIM!

It is all good Mathy Jane.  Your never ending attempts to destroy me on the sly  made my life great, spectacular!   I will tell you woman, there is nothing better than the experience of calling on Jesus and having (HIM) answer.  I thank you for offering me so many opportunities.  I was so young.  I was a baby,  yet,  I knew GOD was real.  Mathy you made Jesus come down from Heaven and wrap (HIS)  warm tender arms around me!

I won a house!  More important than winning that house, GOD talked to me, taught me something about you.  Woman you were so jealous you nearly melted.  You were like that  wicked witch in the Wizard of OZ.    You just melted, shrunk, fizzled out.

You showed out Mathy, got jealous and "hoodooed" me.   So!? "No weapon formed against me shall prosper."  What about you?  You have to pay for your wrong doing.  Yes, you have to confess, repent.  Then don't. Rot bitch!

I can brag Mathy! I endured to the end.  Praise the LORD!

None But The Righteous - Al Green, "Live In Tokyo"

No,  I don't fear satan, the evil one, WITCHCRAFT, none of that shit!

For sixty-two years an evil fallen woman stalked me determined to make my life a living hell on the sly.  I know for a fact my own mother never loved me, never loved any one or anything.  She was a demon which is far worse than any ignorant imp.  The ignorant imp gets caught readily,   the demon is a ravenous wolf that uses unfair treacherous methods to get her way.

These whores have no shame.  They are incestuous,  perverted hooligans , they are predatory.  Under no circumstances should they ever be left around innocent children, particularly infants.  As a matter of fact do not leave them around any one or any thing feeble and unable to communicate.

Did my mother know she was going to hell? Yes!  She did not care!  That is how delusional and wicked she was, always , truthfully.  I praise GOD! (HE) saved me! Plucked me up out of that pit.  Sure my mother did a great deal of evil to me (to us), for  sixty-two years but , she didn't succeed in taking my life.

 The irony here,  in Mathy's attempt  to make me a worse whore than she was revealed her, revealed her  to be something hideous.

INCEST!  PEDOPHILIA! WITCHCRAFT! GOD SAID NO!!!

"Come Jesus!"

Please do not read this post

I am just venting! I am not a racist! I do NOT see color.  The fact this muthafucker was blue black is merely a coincidence.  So, my car is filthy with smog, dust, dirt.  I finally get enough energy to wash it. I take it to one of the  Care Centers in the complex.  For some reason there is yellow crime scene tape surrounding it.  So,  I drive to the other.  There is a car in the washing bay with a dry car.  This swoll buffed tar baby is buffing his car  to a high shine.  His tires and rims are on point.  So,  I drive around the complex, come back  and park next to the vacuum machine.  I wait and I wait.  I roll my windows down because it is hot.  My music is on, several of my favorites play.  So, finally I get out of my car and approach this man very tenderly ,  gingerly and explain my situation, that I only want to rinse my dirty car off.

True to form, this nigger acts the "nigger" . That he  "won't going no 'whur 'til he finished buffing his car!"  He didn't care if this was the only place I could wash my car , that he wasn't moving.  So, I left.  This nigger is obviously ignorant. This BMW defines him.  I can't resist.  It is the "nigger"  in me; "Sir, it is just a car!" "What do you mean!?"  "Sir, it is just a car.  You can buff it all you please, it is still a car."

I know it is not color, it is spiritual.  No,  it did not help that this imp is blue black.  But, this too shall pass.  My car can go another day unwashed.

Gil Scott Heron- Angel Dust

This song was blasting from inside my apartment  as I attempted entry, as I  fumbled with the locks: "I don't remember leaving my box on (?)  "   I remember being puzzled.  Why was the deadbolt on?  Children, please hear me.  That moment, that very moment I knew GOD had persuaded some imp to spare my life.

Please let me refresh my own memory.  I returned from Fayetteville, North Carolina driving my mother's long white Sedan deville Cadillac.   We traded cars for a minute.  She suggested that I borrow it  to profile in.  Of course I agreed.  I was only twenty-six years old chronologically and I worked in an all cracker environment.  "Hillbullies".  I hated them and they hated me.  Dike bitches and faggots mistreating me on the sly for being black.  "Black" was the lie they told.  I was too fine, too brilliant, too sharpe, too my mother and too hostile.  Damn sure too combative for their definition of a black woman, white woman, any woman.  Too hostile for any one.

I'm glad I was.  My mother was evil but , I must say she taught us to protect ourselves. She could beat us but  no one else could. "You can bring yo'ass home beat up if you want to …I'mma beat yo'ass!"  My mother meant that.  We were permitted to and encouraged to do anything to anyone that "messed with us".  We could ambush, bust in the head with a brick, stab, it didn't matter.  There was only one question; "Was the muthafucker fucking with you!?"  Cool.

I know Jesus said turn the other cheek.  That is where "my people" have a problem with Jesus.  "My people" are like; "I hear you Jesus ,  I don't mean no harm but , You too slow and I'm mad right now! Jesus do You know what this muthafucker did?!   LORD you know this nigger volunteering to die!"

While driving my mother's long white Cadillac back to College Park, Georgia  Jesus got in the car with me somewhere in South Carolina. Explained that I should move immediately because I was about to get ripped off, that some one was going to break in my apartment,  that the intruder was going to contemplate my murder with my own gun.

Everything happened just the way Jesus  predicted.  Sure enough, some nigger was in my apartment, had been in there all damn day apparently,  judging by the imprint of his sorry ass on my couch. The nigger stole all my drugs.  I had quite a stash thanks to my mother.  You name it, I had it. Never leave your cash in the Bible like I did.  That is the first place "they" look.

He took my pistol! Yes I had a .32 or .38 HR pistol loaded with hollow point bullets. I think I styled myself some kind of bad ass (about to be dead ass).

I kicked the drugs cold turkey, no rehab, nothing, just GOD.

  I am safe in (HIS) Arms. GOD's got this.  There is nothing the evil one can do to me, to you.

The name of the album is Secrets .  Far too many people keep secrets.  Far too many people pretend to be what they are not.  There is nothing to fear because GOD is having (HIS) way.  It is All in Divine Order.

"Fret not thyself"

Yes, it is just a matter of time.  GOD does right every wrong, makes every crooked way straight but, in the "mean time" endure to the end.  I do pray that my testimony will save many from the life I suffered, we suffered, the Walters clan suffered and is still suffering.

I see far too many in my family have fallen, fallen low.  Barely literate now, many gutter rats, whores, pimps, prostitutes.   Some good but much too consumed with fear to ever be any earthly good. They quote the Bible but I notice they stop right there, never interpreting, never understanding. Not a baby Christian, a minnow.

It was my mother's intention to make me hate GOD, to refuse to trust (HIM).  Her never ending inhumane treatment taught me to never doubt (HIM).  That is what she wanted.  Why?  Why would a mother, grandmother, aunt, cousins want to see the women in her family as common whores? The men as emasculated imps?  Only a woman as wayward, willful and as hardheaded and full of pride as my mother.  Only a women known to be extremely larceny hearted, envious, jealous and ignorant.  Only a woman dumb enough to collect books in order to look smart yet too trifling, too miserable a miscreant to read them.

Help us LORD! Have mercy on your children.  Did slavery do this to us?  Only GOD can heal us. Notice Jesus' miracles.  (HE) healed the woman with the issue of blood.  That woman was a long sufferer, she was poor, broke, spent all of her money on doctors.  She had no friends.  People shunned her, she was considered unclean.

That is exactly what my own mother did to me.  I am a long sufferer.  That woman deliberately mistreated me, lied to me, exploited me for sixty-two years. Why?  Was it because she was a common promiscuous whore? No! I think it is possible to be a kind loving whore.  Was it because she hated being a whore?  No, because she never attempted to change.  It was the demon possession.  She got it on her.  How could she not?  You can not go down on graves collecting "dust", summon demonic spirits to do your dirt and not get some on you, not get possessed.

That psychotic bitch acted just like it too!  I'm screaming! Talk about blinders on!  What could or would make any person, any woman howl, scream and cuss all day because some one left a dirty glass on the kitchen counter?  Especially when your house usually looked like shit in the first place.

Know your truth! Hurry up.  It appears I was a trifle slow catching on to my mother's deep evil.  No, it is all in Divine Order.

"Come ye out from among them."

Ludacris - Move Bitch (Dirty) *LYRICS*

I appreciate this  younger generation.  They are more honest.  Yes, they are extremely hostile and angry because they were made that way.

I'm sending this song out to my dead mother.  She was a beast, lived eighty-seven horrible years.  The bitch tried to never die.  Hung on as long as she could.  Do know my mother put the capital E in EVIL!  Lying, low down, treacherous, sadistic!

A smooth criminal, an extremely low whore.  She had no morals,  none.  Yes, she used to have sex with the door open!  Yes, she committed INCEST AND PEDOPHILIA! YES, SHE MURDERED HER OWN FATHER!

How and why did she get away? It is written. She was a soothe sayer/ "root worker".  I'm screaming because niggers were more afraid of her than AIDS, leprosy and the Black Plague combined. I'm screaming because she was a total fake!

"When you believe in things you don't understand you suffer."  Do know this,  Almighty GOD has all power.  Call on the name Jesus.  These ravenous wolves hide in churches and good families to escape exposure.  Only weak , just as fake "Christians" support them and only the weakest most vacuous fear them.

"Come ye out from among them."

Albert King - I'll Play the Blues for You, Pts. 1-2 (extended version)

If there is one word of advice I can impress upon any one , it is "Study" .  "Study to show your self approved."  Seek knowledge! Search for it, hunt it down.  Not only do you need wisdom to survive but , your soul needs knowledge in order to feel good.  Do not fear!  Please pray, fast, purge all the fear that has been instilled in you away.  Do know why this world terrorizes you, control.

I am just going to go ahead and tell you.  I was born to a woman without morals, void of all integrity,  A brutal savage woman that committed INCEST and Pedophilia and used WITCHCRAFT  and fake phony preaching to cover her evil tracks.

It can't be done!  She wasted her damn time.  Martha was always a damn idiot, and embarrassment.  She was just low class, mostly lying. Poor Martha was a pathological liar that would whoop your ass for not believing her, for not loving her, for not submitting to her will.

Yes, my mother did actually believe her witchcraft worked because it did.  There is one thing she failed to factor into her deplorable schemes; "No weapon formed against me shall prosper."

This world must know how common some men and women are.  Jesus told us.  We sat there with her holding (HIS) wisdom in a book refusing to apply it.   We sat on the same hard bench with that deplorable demon for eighteen years in a solid row!  Just as blind, deaf and dumb.  I was a child.  I was ignorant.  She was ignorant too, taking us down on graves to witness her depravity.

 Ravenous wolves is  what Jesus calls men and women like my mother.  Never believe they are drawn to spend so much time in a church out of any desire to love or spread love.  They are there to control, to signify, to backstab, to thwart, to ruin, to lie, to sabotage.  They are sitting up in the chief seats demanding to be feared, worshipped, admired.  Yes, these imps suffer with a god complex.  World, these stupid imps are at war with GOD.  Don't worry, they can't win but you can lose.  Keep lying for them, keep cloaking for them.  Keep remaining silent for them. Keep on.

Some one in my family knew.  Some one let her.  "Let them let"  GOD tells us to let some demons let until they be taken out.  That was the type of demon my mother was.  She was not going to be corrected.  You were not going to so much as criticize Mathy Jane!  Mathy Jane was a brute.  Was a brute for satan.  satan protected her and protected her well.  She is dead now. Praise the LORD!

"Come ye out from among them."

Johnny Mathis : The Greatest Hits || The Best of Johnny Mathis

There are times I absolutely terrorize myself.  What if it turns out I am not hers!? She admitted kidnapping me from some woman that ran a whore house in Richmond, Virginia.



Martha was that wicked, that confused.



After all she did murder her own father, bragged about flushing five babies down the toilet.



Do I wan to get an DNA?



Does it even matter?



GOD's got me.  It is all good.

I drew a slow hand

One of my favorite movies is Cool Hand Luke starring Paul Newman.  I so identify with him.  The "system" tried to kill him, emasculate him, but, he fought back.  He lost but he fought back.

That's me.  Can you image a mother so corrupt she stalks you with a vengeance for sixty-two years! ?  A woman that was so demon possessed you still have night terrors and you are old.  "Old" as in ancient.  "Old" as in retired.  "Old" as in missed the fucking boat.  "Old" as in LORD please don't let my breast hang any longer, I can't see my knees!

 I am not sure I will ever go back in a "Church" again.  I sat up in church with this DEMON EVERY SUNDAY for most of my life never knowing or accepting the fact she was the ravenous wolf Jesus was warning us about.

I had to ask myself why, what was the "church" doing?  Taking up money! Money! Money! Money! I remember we used to take up money twice a Sunday.  Once for Sunday school and once for service.  It was always an elaborate affair.  The ushers passed the plates.  Our plates where silver chargers lined with velvet.  We didn't wait at our church.  All the money was counted, the numbers posted.  The Sunday school class that gave the most got the banner.

I always loved the evening collection.  After the plates were passed and the ushers performed a stunning co-eographed dance complete with gloves and matching nurse  shoes,  the money was counted right there in public view.   They used a small wooden table, counted the money out loud, by hand, old fashioned arithmetic, no calulators.   They scratched the numbers into the ledger.  Once the money was counted and announced, the begging began.  It was fascinating.  I enjoyed this part of church more than the "hacking" sermons.  Brother Calvin ********* would always coax us by reminding us that the sum was good but,  not good enough and could we please m'am, please sir, ; "Thanky m'am, thanky sur fuh  fuh fif-tee mo'cents  …can we git fif-tee-mo cents!"

I loved Sundays in Wade, North Carolina on the yard of Wesley Chapel A.M.E.Zion  Church with my grandfather, Jerome Walters.  Sure we stayed in church for hours , hooping and hollering but,  the wait was often worth it.

Fried silver white corn, fried collard greens, fried chicken, fried every thing.  Cakes, and pies.  Laughing,  socializing and loving.  Something went wrong.

"Come ye out from among them."

She expected to kill me

Martha had to be expecting my early demise.  I was as good as dead as those other five.  Why would any mother force her five year old daughter to clean shitty baby diapers?  That is a woman that cares nothing for her off spring.  That is a woman that never expects to answer for her demonic deeds one day.

That's a fool ya'll, a sho'nuff fool.   I know ya'll feel foolish for sitting up under her "preaching" for thirty-four years.

To think, the heifer would have gotten away clean if she had just repented.  She got to the door but GOD would not let her in.

We can repent or we can rot!  What ever you do, don't make your move too soon.

"Don't do that."

Don't hate on your love ones.  Do not deliberately lead them astray in order to make your trifling life look good.  Do not get over excited by the pain you secretly inflict.  Karma is real.  "You will get your just and honest due on this planet earth."

Martha you had to know "settling up" time was coming.  You knew you had to repent.  You refused.  Why? Refusing to acknowledge your wrong doing, the awful hurt you deliberately caused does not vanish because you threw it in "the sea of forgetfulness."  That's some more of your bullshit Martha.  How is all of your perversion, brutal beatings, adultery, homosexuality, incest and pedophilia in the "sea of forgetfulness" but,  you regurgitate every one else's mistakes over and over? Bragged about how you were kind enough to help them after all of the misery they had caused you.  Caused You! You  "root working" slut!

Martha!  You pretended to be the long suffering victim while victimizing us! You whore! How dare you! Yes, you have some explaining to do!

No, I am not going way way back.  I just want to know what was up with the drugs, the pills? You knew how highly addictive these pills were.  So, why did you make sure I had a shit load? It was the early seventies!  I drank Tanqueray Gin and took Valium.  I was as skinny as a rail!  Why didn't you stop me?

Martha! There is no way you ever thought you could defeat Almighty GOD.  You were just hoping and praying that I would give up, remain asleep, your prisoner, your hostage, your bitch.  You are right, I probably would have.  We are conditioned.  We are weak.  Most people have weak faith.  Most people believe what ever they are told.

I'm not stupid Martha.  No mother makes sure some horrid man is slapping big black dicks in their little girl's face unless they have an agenda.  Martha, your agenda was my total destruction, annihilation.  Can you say BACKFIRE  Bitch!?

Percy Sledge NonStop Music Hits (Tribute)

Wilson Pickett I Found a Love, Pts 1&2

I remember chiding my grandfather for only teasing and flirting with the young good looking nurses, leaving the old and ugly alone.  He allowed with a wink; "I ain't that old!" 

We laughed as I hid his wallet from his daughter.

Grover Washington, Jr. Mister Magic

Step like it! Dance like it.  Be light on your feet.  Slip, slide , radiate. Dodge the devil even if it is your  own mother.  Pray for the dumb bitch.

Life is for the living.  If a bitch is too dumb to know when she is blessed, if a 'ho insists on fighting GOD when she is winning, let her.

So, tell me again why you are voting for Donald Trump? Do you dumb ass Trumpettes know that our "enemies are in our own household?"

Every body talking about sex trafficking like it is some where else.  My old whorish mother was ravenous, was not going to be stopped, period!  Yes, she did think wearing a robe and calling herself "Reverend" was perfect! Yes, she did!

No, I do not know who is going to win or why.  I do know GOD is in control.  The LORD Jesus Christ is my Mister Magic!

"Fret not thyself because of any evildoer!"

Children, dear children

One of the many inspiring books I read as a child.   It is true, absolutely true.  GOD protects us from the unimaginable.

I do think my mother always believed her incredible evil was invisible.  Felt but,  could not be traced back to her.  How foolish.  Did she really think  four, five and eight years old were young enough ages for her to escape scrutiny?  Did she think that phony,  clownish ass preaching fooled anyone?

Trying to save Martha from herself was an impossibility.  She was our thorn in our flesh.  Rather than lamenting, regretting, crying "woe is me" I am celebrating.  It had to be the goodness of the LORD.

The older Martha grew the more lecherous she became.  It was sad but I only had to be around her maybe once a year.   She could behave decently, put on a good act for two or three days.

My mother always kept us triangulated.  None of my brothers came around when I was around.  We kept up with each other through her descriptions.  She hated them.  I was the only one she loved.  That is the bull she spread on each of us and kept sibling rivalry aflame.

Yes, I had a good time listening to their latest tragedies.  Did I ever suspect she did the exact same thing to me just as soon as I hung up? Yes.  It didn't matter. I laughed.

 I did call her weekly, just like clock work.  She was always full of flattery.  I got to brag, to feel good about myself.  She got to dig me for information in order to plot, to dig ditches, to stab me in the back.

I can't say I was not aware that Martha carried a grudge against me, against granddaddy, against GOD, against the whole world.  But, what could I do?  Pray.  Pray and forgive.  Pray and forgive again and again.

She hated racism, of course.   Not all racism, though.  Just racist that offended her personally.  She came home with a record produced by the Klan once.  It was just before Dr.King was assassinated .  "Martin Luther Coon".    She played it over and over, we all laughed.

Slavery messed us up!

mustang sally - wilson pickett

My daughter said we should have killed her.  We should have.  That is from a human perspective .  She deserved to be imprisoned.  The fact is , Martha Jane Walters should have never been let loose on an unsuspecting world.

None of what happened to us should have ever happened to us except for GOD's plan, (HIS) Divine Order.

I know I thank GOd daily that she hated me, made me her scapegoat.  What if that slut had loved me?

There are far too many women like Martha torturing the innocent on this earth.  Evil is evil.  Evil has nothing to do with color or cast, gender or age. Evil in evil.  "From such stay away."

"The wicked shall cease from troubling"

"Don't you worry, don't you fret, GOD has never failed you yet!"  (HE) never will!  Please do not succumb to wickedness, to stupidity.  Please do not cling to a dead demon.  Open your eyes, see clearly now.

She can't hurt us now.  Praise the LORD!  That succubus can no longer attempt to control us with her conjure, her voodoo, her vile cunning, her lies, her intimidation, tears and fake preaching.  "The wicked shall cease from troubling."

I have to laugh.  GOD must have a sense of humor.  The sickest most sadistic woman in the entire world was also the most fertile!?  Eleven pregnancies! All smart, all pretty.  All unwanted.  My mother was so ignorant she treated us like shit privately. Living with Martha was sheer torture.  Yes, you would contemplate suicide often.

But it made me strong! I was a free range , molested, targeted child  that grew into one fierce Christ lover! A true discerner of the Gospel Truth.

"Endure to the end."  I endured!  Praise the LORD!

That bullet was for us.  She shot Jerome Walters in the heart and got clean away.  Why? to terrorize us, to prove that she had more power than GOD.  Bullshit!  It is all in Divine Order!

Dion "The Wanderer" Live 1963 (Reelin' In The Years Archives)

"Fear no man." Fear is the tool of the evil one.  What is "Stop and Frisk"? A scare tactic.  Why are so many black people, men in particular,  been murdered, just shot down with their hands up?  Hate!  Demonic hatred, envy, greed and most of all ignorance .  AmeriKKKa is poorly educated.  So!?  GOD got this!

When I look back over my life.  When I finally accept the fact that my own mother was never more than a ravenous wolf out to destroy me, to destroy us, I marvel.  I swoon.  The goodness of my GOD can not be explained, described.

It is all in Divine Order!

I am humbled.

Praise the LORD!

Otis Redding greatest hits - The best of Otis Redding

You don't have to be hard children.  That is a lie from the evil one.  Don't fall for it.  My grandfather was always a kind man, promised me that Jesus would fix it.  It is all in Divine Order.  It is.  Evil can't win.  Those that give up on GOD are weak, have little faith.  Worse than having little faith, they don't ask,  They are full of doubt and scorn.  Yes, they are racist imps, every last one of them.

"Come ye out from among them."  "They shall proceed no further."  "The gig is up!"

So, satan just how big ...

a fool am I supposed to be?  And just how long am I supposed to play this fool you have made me out to be?

She's dead, I'm tormented.  Shit!  I could have come to this truth when I was eight years old.  GOD didn't let me, didn't permit it.  Tied the blinders on tightly.  Why didn't I know my mother was a sadist? Purely sadistic?  Why were we made to believe some angry slut stalking us and beating us bloody was normal, should be expected if you  were born black?

Why was I made to feel that I was the fool for always running away?  XXX always took his beating like a "man".  I was eight and said; "Fuck that shit! Bye!".  My favorite place to hide out was the bathroom.  We only had one bathroom and once I locked myself in there no one was pissing or shitting until my "pardon" had been issued.  Every one in that apartment had to promise to "let me go".  Not one hair on my head was to be touched.

If I could not get upstairs to the bathroom I escaped to the woods.  Failing all of that, if Mathy still insisted on beating "the living water shit " out of me , I got the Holy Ghost!  I spoke in tongue! I did the James Brown across the floor.  My wicked mother would get so tickled she could no longer hold a belt or switch.

My foolish brother dismissed my "religion" preferring to wear three pair of pants.  Well, he always got his ass beat and he like a fool hated me and accused my mother of favoritism. I said ; "Try GOD dumb ass!   Jesus ain't never failed me yet!"

I am screaming with laughter.  It was not my mother's flesh, it was her spirit.  Not only would my mother beat a man, she would be wrong.  She would be caught in fornication.  I just imagined my mother's reaction to Jesus if (HE) had encountered her at the well.

I am laughing because my mother tried to ruin me, tried to break my spirit and Almighty GOD made me strong.

Praise the LORD!

There's A Storm Out On The Ocean - Bishop Ronald E. Brown

Hey young sinner, be very careful when you disobey.  Do know you are not ever going to get away.  You may get by, you may get by for an extremely long time but,  "settling up" time is coming.

Rape and molest little children all you want.  Practice witchcraft.  Every wrong thing you do is going to come back and bite you in the butt and your victims will be blessed abundantly, beyond measure.

I was embarrassed and horrified remembering how my own mother took my fourteen year old boyfriend.  Sure he was the most popular boy in the entire ninth grade and he was high "yalla" with pink lips and grey eyes.  According to my mother that made him premium , a gift from GOD.  Not only did she take him, mocked me.  I did nothing.  Accepted her winning again.  Accepted her thief of something I wanted and deserved, again.

Please get this, please do not miss this.  That young man was already sexually perverted.  He was a predator and if I had continued in a relationship with him I would have been ruined.  While Martha bragged that she ripped my heart out, secretly humiliated me again, gloated and continued to deceive everyone,  I continued to thrive.

Evil can not win!  Know that.  There is nothing an evil doer can do to you to keep you from the blessings GOD has stored up for you.  Just have faith.  Just know.  Pray, fast, obey and Free Fall!

It is called emotional blackmail

It is not hard to accomplish when you are in fact the mother and you  deliberately birthed children  without their fathers.

Hurry up and catch on.  A liar is a liar! Never depend on anything a known liar has to say.  The fact that your abuser claims to love you, does it so convincingly and you do love her,  you avoid the truth.  You suffer, you are humiliated, molested and terrorized in between being smothered, hovered over, flattered , deliberately led astray and sabotaged.

There are some evil doers that use their female Jezebel cunning to destroy their own families, their own children because their jealous insecurity rages.  Their false pride will not let them come to repentance.  Strangely, they do declare their great faith loudly in from  of an audience.  They don't believe it not for one second thus their viperous nature.  Their feet are swift to run to mischief, burning, scalding, branding, raping, molesting, lying, murdering, hating, pushing into captivity as they attempt to continually block GOD's blessings from (HIS) anointed.  Don't worry.  It can't be done.

While demonic power is the only power they respect, they can not win, they will not win.  They are delusional, actually stupid, falsely believing they are winning simply because they are dumb enough to be satisfied  with their abhorrent lives claiming it is the best they can do.

Living a hard scrabble life may be the best you can do, not Almighty GOD!  Trust GOD! Trust and obey! Study to show yourself approved and Free Fall!

Raise the roof!

Praise the LORD! The day of Jubilee is real.  The evil doer is not getting away with anything! Never! GOD is not going to let it happen.  The delusional evildoer is  lulled into a false sense of security and will actually believe s/he is winning while losing miserably.

Please stop separating , grouping and dividing according to race.  I do understand racism, fear, skepticism .  It doesn't look good for people of color.  My mother was  a low foul woman, the worse and she was considered black.  There are many people that assume most black people are like my mother.  That's a lie.  My mother was common because she wanted to be, race had nothing to do with it.  I do think a disproportionate number of blacks to be evil reprobates.  Just from personal experience.  I could just be hard lucked.  Once born to a woman like my mother I was forced into a class of very low common human beings.  Plus, Jesus told us most people are evil, most do wrong. "Wide is the road that leads to death and destruction, narrow is the path of righteousness."

I have wondered what made my mother a ravenous racist? She had nothing else.  She never earned a four year degree.  She had six living children, not one by the same man. She had a reputation for being a sick pervert and prostitute because she earned it.  No man of intelligence,  of quality and color would have her.  Well, not for long.

She was wicked.  She was a witch and all that still fear her or her kind , are lost.  "Oh ye of little faith."

Yes, my own mother did do every sick deceitful sabotaging act she could against me, against us .  Worse, the imp counted herself smart, she did consider deceit a form of intelligence, cruelty  a form of courage, brutality bravado.   Martha was foul, so foul she had to hate every one.

 We may call it liberating, adventurous, pleasurable but,  when you engage in sexual acts labeled taboo by society you are going to suffer from guilt and have to lie.

When you continually lie to hide your perversion, when you turn to witchcraft to hide your proclivities,  you become a Mathy Jane.  You will become something so foul at least one of your victims will get up every day celebrating your departure from this earth.  "The wicked shall cease from troubling."

If you are "fortunate" like my mother , your sons will never tell on you.  A viperous woman like my mother can easily convince her sons to never reveal her real character to this world.  Mainly because they are just as phony, selfish and uncaring as their mother.  The saddest reason they may never "snitch" on her is because she did very successfully emasculate them.

 Any one that knew Jerome Walters, any living relative that knows of this family secret and still agrees with that lying succubus Martha , or still fears her voodoo, needs salvation.

You might claim to be saved, to  love the LORD.  Fine, remember, Mathy did to.  Her undying love for Almighty GOD made her popular, feared, "respected", revered.  People that claim to love Martha and GOD have me scratching my head.

People supporting Donald Trump have me scratching my head.  The parallels between these two demon imps is uncanny.  Neither have no power!  Both all mouth, all lies! And we all shall reap!

If I never ...

live another day, I thank GOD for this day.  I thank GOD for Jerome Walters! To think, to finally know that my own mother was a monster, a monstrosity, something so repulsive her victims, this world,  still refuses to know.

Did my mother think all that church going impressed GOD, counted for anything? Why did she preach?  Did she actually feel guilty for murdering her own father?  Did she try to push some "trade" on GOD? "LORD I'll preach Your word and save souls if you will let me off the hook for killing my own daddy, all those abortions and for always hating, lying and plotting."

It doesn't happen like that.  We all must repent of our sins.  GOD does not demand perfection, that's man.  Man tells us we can never make a mistake and if we do we have to lie and deny it forever.

My mother pretended to be "color conscious".  She wasn't.  She needed an excuse for her demonic cruelty.  Racism, color consciousness is the fruit of the evil one.

"Come ye out from among them."

"What Kind Of Man Is This" - The Caravans feat, James Cleveland (1955)

What kind of man is this that saved a little black bastard from a horrid albatross such as Martha Jane Walters?   A closet demon that lived among us for eighty-seven years, vexing, tormenting and ruining on purpose because she was a ravenous imp, a low whore, a partitioner of demonic witchcraft, incest and pedophilia.  A woman that murdered her own father.  A woman that epitomized 2 Timothy.  A woman that stalked me with voodoo and devastating plots for sixty-two years,  destroying all my prose, poetry and art.

Sadly Martha had no reason, no justification for treating me so savagely, ever.  So she tried to convince me that it was the color of my skin.  She always assured me that she loved me, loved us.  She screamed it, declared it.  Took to preaching it.  Sadly she never felt it.

I must laugh, satan gave my mother a brilliant strategy.  Do all the evil you want while professing to be the opposite of what you really are and if anyone objects act just like the demon you really are.

Yes LORD, the woman was a horror and we were stupid, misunderstanding Christianity.  Stuck on forgiving and missing the entire message of shunning.   "Shun the very presence of evil." My mother was the very presence of evil.  I see it now.  It was over for us when Martha was caught engaging in sexual intercourse with a grown man when she was eight.  It was over for  all of us when Martha smashed that puppy between two bricks as a small child.

My evil demonic reprobate mother had me driving a car without brakes for nearly a year, just waiting to hear I was tragically killed.  In Martha's mind she was not wrong.  If I was dumb enough to follow her motherly advice at nineteen and got killed that was my dumb ass fault.

True enough, she sent me out in a torrential rainstorm and I did lose control of the car and I did say goodbye to this world as I viewed that eighteen wheeler barreling down on me.  Yes GOD did extend (HIS) mighty hand and sat that little car on the median.  I felt like I had ascended into Heaven as that mighty eighteen wheeler whizzed by me.

World, "Man proposes, GOD disposes."

Evil can't win.

Praise the LORD!

(HE) said to come boldly

to the Throne of Grace. He didn't say to come half-stepping, in fear, in shame because of our mother.  True, Martha Jane Walters was indeed our mother but, Jerome Walters was our grandfather.  Talk about two complete opposites.  Jerome Walters was sent by GOD, that damn Mathy Jane was satan's spawn.

She did succeed in instilling incredible fear into us.  She did successfully arrest our development.  But, her repugnance can be faced.  Faced and eliminated one horrid memory at a time.

Praise the LORD!

My mother was not merciful,

or considerate of anyone's feelings in any way, ever.  No mater what terrible act she committed, she immediately dismissed it as trivial and demanded that you do the same.  That was it.  No discussion, it didn't happen and if it did happen,  it was your fault.  And by the way,  count yourself lucky for her love, for the cheap gifts she bestowed upon you from time to time.  When my mother got through reminding you of how tragically black your skin , how "Af-ee-cun and niggerish"   you gladly buried your excruciating pain and humiliation deep.

I guess I was too close to see it, too young and totally vacuous concerning Martha's condition.  Martha was an extremely jealous corrupt promiscuous wicked child.  No matter what, Mathy was NOT  coming to repentance.  She was not about to review her life and feel sorry, regret anything.  She fell too low.  I get it.

While my mother pretended to be extremely jealous , she was just evil.  She was evil because she was a reprobate.  She knew it, preferred to lie, intimidate, terrorize and ruin.  Do know Martha was determined to destroy me.  She did not care if she had to lie, cajole, conjure, plot, manipulate, to preach falsely, I was going to be her footstool.  She was GOD, not a god but,  GOD and I wasn't shit and she fully intended to prove that fact to the entire world.

Everything my mother ever did was foretold. She was a little light weight Jezebel that sacrificed her small children to her lovers for control.  Again, Martha was never, ever concerned with any one's life other than her own.   Yes, she knew her skin color did not make her privileged but,  if people were dumb enough to think so, she fully intended to take advantage.

I have five fellow victims, some treated far worse than I was.  They claim to still love her.  How? How can you choose that woman over me, over your granddaddy? That's not fear.  That is denial.  If you are not glad that monstrosity is finally dead,  you lack understanding.

Read. Study. Pray. Fast.

Be abundantly blessed.

I am screaming!

My mother lived eighty-seven years crazy as a loon.  A wicked, demented fool.   We could not stop her.  She was a whirlwind with her own theme song. "Have no fear Mathy Jane is here!" I am finally realizing , she announced herself.  How grandiose and pompous is that?

A megalomaniac , just like Trump.  A pathological liar, just like Trump.  She had us feeling sorry for her,  just like Trump.  " The system is rigged folks, the system is rigged if I don't win." 

 We should have been feeling sorry for our damn selves.

Martha never changed.  Refused medication and or therapy.  Why!? She wasn't the one suffering.  If we had ever threated that bitch like she treated us, …she would have killed.  LOL!

So!?  "The wicked shall cease from troubling. "

I'm laughing ...

I am tickled to death.  "(HE) keeps a ram in the bushes, (HE) will neither leave or forsake you." No shit!

Let me stop you right there.  If you are still undereducated enough to think cursing, cussing, using crude language is a sin or displeasing to Almighty GOD you are a babe, a tiny babe in Christ.  If you have never read your Bible thoroughly over and over, you are a babe in Christ.  If you live right, love the LORD but,  judge people by the color of their skin or ethnicity, gender, sexual preference, you are a babe in Christ.

"Come ye out from among them."  I will never criticize any one for being conscious of their kind, noticing and appreciating the same "race", cultural or ethnic group.  Just don't hate.  Seek to understand.  "Love ye one another as I have loved you."  Talk before you bomb.  "Arise from your slumber".  America can not survive as AmeriKKKa. "A house divided against itself cannot stand."

When you vulgarly and hatefully advocate building a wall you are dividing on purpose. "THERE IS NON SO BLIND AS HE WHO REFUSES TO SEE."    Rich white man you tricked the poor dumb rednecks before and here you come again.  They fought a bloody war for you and LOST!  You used the simple uneducated poor white man by claiming kinship, "Well at least we are white by Gawd!",  making promises that you never intended to keep.

 If AmeriKKKa elects Trump, so?  I'm black.  I've lived through worse.  I survived Martha Jane Walters!    I can survive Trump standing on my head whistling Dixie  out of my ass.  GOD has protected me from every imp that has jumped in my face, attempted to block my blessings  low these many years and I'M STILL HERE!

 You are an imp trying to start a race war.  Bitch! You ain't paid no taxes , probably never, bragging about you are smart.  Some shit you keep to yourself.  Donald you're racist!  Worse than being racist, you are old!  You are seventy years old.  Time has kicked your ass.  I can say that because time has kicked my ass!

It is time to quit lying Donald.  Get off of your pride.  Quit making excuses. Stop. Pray. Fast.  Ask Jesus to come into your heart to dwell.  It's cool.  No one is perfect. Chill.  Take a "Chill pill" or

"BOW DOWN sATAN! YE SHALL GO NO FURTHER! "

"Live by the sword ...

die by the sword."  While my mother, Martha Jane Walters Hodges Doster Watson Lamoureax was extremely charismatic , likable and often  fun, she was  DEMONIC! A DAMN TWO LEGGED VIPEROUS ABOMINATION TO GOD! 

If you didn't know her, never met her, be glad.  Praise the LORD!  Ridiculously evil! Always "accidentally" scalding, burning, branding people.  All your damn pets dying brutally,  mysteriously at her hands.  A damn fool wearing five hundred dollar outfits to a G-4 secretarial job in a warehouse. in the sixties blaming the "white man" , daddy and fellow niggers for the condition her condition was in.

Evil!  Not only evil but,  delusional, foolish.  A preacher that preached eloquently not believing one word she said.  A damn whorish imp that insisted on torturing and ruining people that loved her.  What could cause such confusion? Demon possession!   How did Martha become demon possessed?  Practicing WITCHCRAFT!

My mother was a comedienne .  She kept me in stitches. But, unfortunately she was a "Root Worker".
She had a pet nigger.  By pet nigger I mean she had a man that she controlled, totally zombified for over forty years!   She took his check, his wealth, his dreams and treated him like a dog.

I'm howling, I'm jubilant because I know it was the HAND OF GOD THAT SAVED ME!

PRAISE THE LORD!

GOD will fight your battle

(HE) really will. You can't make me doubt (HIM) .  That's why my evil mother was dead in my tracks stalking every stuttering step I ever took , pretending to love me with bloody daggers in her eyes!  All those years, decades,  nearly a century pretending to love GOD while totally hating (HIM), All goodness, all innocence with a passion.

My LORD from Zion, this imp started trying to destroy me in the womb.  From day one this ravenous wolf was after my life! Ravenous, hungry, thirsty! Sexual molestation and rape! Physical, mental, emotional, financial!  Martha knew all the time.

My mother was a witch.  A witch is a sorcerer.  I know it for a fact because she took us with her,  deep down in the woods on graves when we were still toddlers.  That image is burned in my head. It was the "Cow field".  She gave us our first lesson in witchcraft.  I was three years old,  yet some how I knew this was wrong .

A witch is a satanist, which my mother was.  She loved satan, did his bidding.  She preached for cover, she preached to mock GOD, to prove to this world satan has more power than GOD.  Why? Because that is what she believed.  Martha leaned to her own understanding, was impressed by what she saw, by the immediacy of her voodoo.  After all she got most of the men she wanted, caused a lot of people to lose, lose, lose repeatedly.

If you loved Martha I bet your house burned down, you lost every job, not one of your dreams ever materialized.  You never married well, you aged early.  If you still love and fear her you are miserable, broke or barely getting by.

No matter.  Evil can't win because it is ALL IN DIVINE ORDER!

"Come ye out from among them."

Gil Scott Heron "Winter In America" (1974) HIGH QUALITY

Just how long did she plan to get away with her filth?  How could she announce to the world that I would never marry? Would never enjoy sex.   What did she know about my sexuality?

I know my mother never grew beyond that perverted twelve year old.  Still, there is no excuse for such cruelty.  The bitch killed my granddaddy and shut me down!  Would not let us say shit to her.  That was Mathy Jane.  

"I'm light bright and damn near white!";  the whore bragged but,  she had no discretion, none.  Relatives! INCEST! PEDOPHILIA!

Why should I take it to my grave!? You are the one that did it!  I'm not stupid bitch!  I was old!

Damn!  I hope you are ready to meet Jesus.  I would love to be a fly on the wall when you see (HIM).  Now, you know that bullying intimidation won't work. Neither will name calling.  I guess you'll cry those crocodile tears.

It's cool.  I'm excited.  I'm free of you.  That word Albatross means nothing with experiencing you! 

Shit! How could you stand your self?   How did you not ever kill yourself?  You killed others but you  could not find a bullet  to end your wicked reign.    Mathy , you crossed so many people up.  Now they are like … WTF?  You left too many people bewildered Mathy.  Far too many.  You should have repented for killing your daddy.

You should have repented for being a lying witch and blaming it on being black.  One good thing about you being so racist, you proved it is demonic!

My mother hated me with a vengeance!

For sixty-two years I was forced to bear my mother's burden.  What was her burden? Severe , irrational hatred and jealousy.  My mother was an incestuous pervert that GOD blessed with six surviving children that she didn't want, demanded to ruin, eviscerate and laugh.

Martha did not,  just not want us, any of us.  She had some serious deep hatred for all of us that she flat refused to admit.  I can not say she hated us all equally.  We were all hated by her, all six  of us, just differently.    No, we didn't know that we knew and Martha never admitted it.  If anything all she ever did was lie , swearing she loved us while plotting on us in the worse way every damn single day!

My mother was a stalker.  She haunted graveyards seeking power.  How dumb is that?  That  is some left over "slave shit" .  Seriously !?  Woman!  A preacher! An ordained minister!  That means you knew better.  That means you had no excuse.

"We will all understand it better by and by."   A woman must hate her child beyond human understanding to violate that infant sexually.  That is torture, "man's inhumanity to man".

Martha poured that boiling pot of hot coffee on XXX just as sure.  She did it because she was a monster .  Martha Jane Walters,  the little "white" red headed evil demon child that smashed a puppy between two bricks would try to linger on this earth ruining, destroying, skinning, grinning and denying as long as she could.

No Martha, at fourteen I had no idea why you threw your brand new dishwasher out in the backyard after I expressed to you how much I appreciated it.  From age five to I finally fled your den of inequity, I was always elbow deep in dishwater.  Dishwater made with strong Tide because you refused to buy any dish detergent.

Not to be out done, I hid all the damn dishes, all but a few.  Yes, the blinders are finally coming off.  You claimed you hated your first son with a passion because he ruined your life!  We all ruined your life to let you tell it.

There are still too many people that want me to feel guilty about revealing you,  for trying to expose you.  My fellow victims hate me.  I don't care because anyone simple enough to still love you is not worthy of my time.

Now Martha,  I have to admit that I don't know if GOD sent you here wicked or you got wicked on your own.  I do know your deep delusions were the penalty you had to pay for witchcraft.  I also know that you know you could have repented.

Again, "Jesus is calling, tenderly calling."

"Run your shoes over …"

and I'll run my business."   There is a reason GOD told us not to judge lest we be judged.  You weren't there, it is impossible for you to understand.  How can you understand something I am still struggling to understand?

I was two the first time my mother terrorized me.  She was screaming, hollering, going ballistic, she had the shotgun swearing she was going to murder my uncle .  My uncle had hurt her feelings, criticized her treatment of me.  For some reason he felt a dingy pair of ragged "draws", no shoes, hair unkempt and nose snotty was not appropriate for me.

How I do not know but,  I remember this day clearly.   It is etched in my brain like a scene from a horror movie.   My uncle asked my mother if she could put some decent clothes on me.  What did he say that for?  Martha brought down thunder, lighting, she exploded.  Granddaddy, grandma, no one could stop her.

In my twenty-twenty hindsight I can clearly see this was Martha's methodology , a preemptive offensive strike that kept all of her critics silent and her conscience clear.  My mother made it known that it was all those sorry ass , black ass , nigger men that kept impregnating her and fooling her that should be blamed for my condition and "DON'T SAY A MUTHFUCKING THANG TO HUR ABOUT SHIT!!! SAY SUMPIN' ELSE! SAY SUMPIN'! NIGGA I'LL KILL YOU BEFO' FORTY GAWDS CAN SKIN A MINNON!"

For eighty-seven years if you displeased Martha Jane Walters by telling or leaking the truth on her,  that is exactly what you got.  If you only got cussed out ,  count yourself  lucky.  You were going to get "those hands".  Perhaps stripped naked and brutally beaten.  A pistol slapped in your face, pistol whipped.  True, we all learned to let that damn Mathy Jane have her way early in our lives.  Yes, we suffered miserably, suffered  in silence but , we had peace.

Give Martha the "side-eye", contradict her if you were dumb enough, if you had enough grit in your craw.  Oh, it was going to be ugly.  That one little comment, that one tiny infraction produced twenty-four, forty-eight, maybe seventy-two hours of non stop vulgar cursing . Loud, emasculating, dreadful. FILTH!   We may be the only family in the entire world that did not look forward to the week-end.  "Shit! Tomorrow is Saturday.  That bitch is going to be home all day!"

Sure enough, by seven a.m. Mathy Jane is banging on walls, cussing; "Git the fuck up!  All you black muthafuckers! Git the fuck up!"

Sure we got up, cleaned up the entire house immaculately just so Madame Watson could destroy all of our hard work just deliberately messing shit up.  Never putting the top back on anything, never washing a dish, never closing a cabinet or drawer, never hanging up one stitch.  An imp, our mother was a full fledged imp for satan, mocked GOD because satan told her to.

She's gone, finally gone.  Praise the LORD!  It was our fault.  Jesus clearly tells us to fear no man.  We feared Martha.  Sat up in church with her every Sunday, terrified.

Read your Bible.  Trust GOD evil can NOT win!

Dear LORD ,

I thank You .  Thank you for making a way out of no way.  Thank you for helping me to endure to the end.

Dear LORD, I now know my mother was beyond belief, beyond any one's ability to help or admonish.  She was a wretch, truly an abomination.  How can any family survive such a horrible person so long?

Dear LORD, I truly thank You for sending me back "home" in 1997.  Although my assumptions were wrong.  I just assumed you sent me back to my mother because she had changed.  Little did I know what repugnant evil had yet to be revealed.

I thank you for the courage you have granted me LORD.   Martha was so evil and repulsive she could not  admit her horrible truth to herself.  Refused to repent of her abominable sins, preferred an every lasting hell.  When an ordained minister curses GOD, refuses repentance knowing their death is imminent , chooses an everlasting burning hell, that person minister is no minister. That is a ravenous wolf that never believed in hell or Heaven in the first place.

Martha was a greedy , common con artist that made her own heaven right here on earth.  Enslaved and tried to make a fool out of every one she knew.  She did. I was her biggest fool until that "boy" came back home.

Martha couldn't stop her evil.  She was ravenous.  LORD, I learned, anyone still in love with Martha, still claiming she was a good person may be just as evil.  "From such stay away."

Sure, I see why GOD.  I certainly can understand from the human perspective.  The sick carnal evil Martha got involved in and invented should be erased, "thrown in the sea of forgetfulness".  I love the way Mathy put all her crap in the sea of forgetfulness while still lying, plotting and "chunking dust on every one else".  Still putting every one else's life on blast.

Yes, my mother was a horror!  I have at least one horror story for every day I knew that woman! Dear LORD, it was You that kept us.  We were all crazy, all extremely violent.  We all offered to kill someone frequently.  We all tried.  Strangely, we were so terrified of Martha, it never crossed our mind to so much as talk loud to her.  We didn't.  We took her shit and shut the fuck up.

"Grits and grease", breakfast, lunch and dinner and we were grateful.  We were riding around in a brand new Cadillac profiling and eating grits and grease three square for MONTHS.  LORD why didn't I know this was demon possession?    I just thought it was  Mathy , a country bumpkin, ignorant, cheap, vindictive, fresh out of slavery.  A very pretty woman raging with the entire world because she could not keep a man.

My mother was pretty, she had game.  I am sure she was a good lover because prostitution was her side profession.  She couldn't keep a man because she was extremely whorish and extremely violent , hostile, rude, loud and ignorant.

No, when I look back over my mother's life, just the evil I know she did , I can understand why she was too cowardly to  repent.  She was a low sneaky dog.  That is why people must learn, must understand GOD maketh not ashamed.   Nothing you do for GOD sincerely will make you ashamed.  That old damn satan, now.

satan had my mother down on graves, plotting and manipulating for eighty-seven years.  When it was time to come on in,  she couldn't.  Embarrassed!  Mortified by her own repugnant behavior.  Any person looking forward to incest, pedophilia and witchcraft better look at my mother's life.  Sure she did some serious dirt for nearly a century, assured by satan she was getting away.  I am sure many still praise her or pretend to miss her.  But, deep down inside, glad she is gone.

My LORD! My LORD!  I do not believe I have ever heard of or imagined a worse life.  All because of pride.  All because Martha insisted that her light skin and straight hair enabled her, protected her.  Poor woman ,you were a blind imp for satan.

We, the Walters family have suffered long enough.  It is time to "Come ye out from among them".  Quit lying.  Quit cloaking for the likes of that strumpet.  "The gig is up! " That is exactly what my mother said when that "boy" came back home after twenty-five years.

"The gig is up!"

Rachel's Believe it or not!

I am howling! Pure laughing, my soul is leaping over buildings, mountains, trouble in my way. I'm free! I'm happy! The wicked witch is dead!

Since day one that "woman" afflicted me.  Yes, there is something dreadful she did to me as a helpless infant. Something horrible even GOD said I am not ready to know.   I will let that go for now because that is not my focus, not my assignment.  The Dear LORD wants every one to know satan has taken over the "church".  Read Revelation.  Read it again, particularly chapter 2.

The ravenous wolves have taken over the "church" and the scared, wimpy, pusillanimous "Christians" are afraid to put them out.  Put them out!  They won't even admit that they are there.  If you would rather cloak for a demon than expose them, you may want to rethink that curse you are bringing on yourself.

What are you going to tell GOD when you see (HIM)?  Yes LORD, I knew Martha Jane Walters was an abomination to you but I didn't want to say nothing.  I didn't want to get involved.  "It didn't happen to me, what do I care about others, about innocent children?"

My own mother loved witchcraft!  Lived to work "roots" on every one she deliberately lied on.  Martha pretended to be so delusional, she would do very demonic things,  then turn around and pretend her victim did that to her.  Martha would tell that lie over and over, embellishing until she finally convinced herself.

My mother took my boyfriend from me when I was fourteen!  So was he.  She was jealous.  He was popular, light bright with grey eyes.  I understand now .  Carnal lust ruled my mother.  Carnal lust, pathological lying and witchcraft.

Witchcraft has no place in the church and true Christians do not fear satan's weak evil schemes.  To think that there are people on this earth, people in my family that fear Martha's conjure.  Dirt is dirt!  It is just damn dirt.  I know Martha went overboard pretending she had power.  What an idiot.  Down in the deep woods of the "Cow Field" at midnight , by the light of a full moon and a kerosene lamp collecting dirt off of a murdered man's grave.  I was there, I was only three but I am a witness.  I know what I know!

Dear LORD help the ignorant, the lost, the blind cripple and crazy.  Worse, a woman  delusional enough to believe that "dust" should be collected in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost but too dumb, too demonic, too delusional to know GOD was not about to let any harm come to me, to come to Jerome Walters.

Jerome Walters was infirm, suffering.  He only had one leg as a result of his daughter's pathological lying and greed.   All of his grandchildren had finally moved away.  Martha was deliberately torturing that man every day.  Yes, GOD permitted him to die at her hands.  It was really a mercy killing, that explains the mysterious Mona Lisa smile on granddaddy's face.

Go ahead all of you evil doers, do all you can while you can because GOD told me you shall proceed no further.

"You gone need somebody!"

"No man is an island.  No man stands alone."  Sure, you can live a predatory life like my mother.  You can stuff GOD up in your mouth.  You can attend church all you want!   How are you living? Can you trust you?

Are you proud of you? Is there something you need to get off of your chest? Do you rage with ignorant jealousy like Cain? Are you whorish like Jezebel?  Do you think you can get to "Heaven" without repentance?

Can a person repent after they die? You know GOD sent Jesus to go your bond. I hope GOD gives you another chance since I deliberately told everything I could. I do believe I have talked myself dry.  Beaming!

Watch the rate of repentance sky rocket!

Praise the LORD!

My test is now my testimony!

Dear Donald,
Be very careful of what you brag about and to whom you brag.  My mother used to brag about aborting babies, tried to make us feel special because we weren't one of the unfortunate five.

My mother tried to make me feel good about myself by telling me how unfortunately black I was every damn day for SIXTY-TWO FUCKING YEARS!  For telling me how I was almost "yalla", how she had to kidnap me from the whore house she left me in.

I refuse to be racist! No one can convince me that one color, one "race"  is superior to another.  I know a lot of black people are imps, pure imps,  also known as niggers.  They are real, satan's spawn. Niggers come in every color, every gender, every age.   My mother was a nigger.  She was hard headed, full of pride and lies.  She was a comedienne , a lot of fun if you were not on the receiving end of her voodoo or other demonic shit.

No, evil can not win but it can vex, it can torture.  It can make you lose your mind.  It will test your faith. 

My mother bragged about selling "lip reducing" cream to simple big lip niggers ashamed of the size of their lips.  For real.  Worse,  it was just cold cream.  Worse than worse, that lying Mathy would make out like their lips were actually shrinking when she saw them.

Do evil all you want but, don't brag about it.  Don't brag that you are too smart to pay taxes.  That rubbed me the wrong way. Sure, I might be as stupid as you assume but , don't rub it in.  Don't do your dirt and laugh while telling me I can't do it because I'm too dumb.

We've got a problem now.  I feel challenged now.  You know I have a chip on my shoulder.  Just like you said; "What do I have to lose?"   I'm old,  I'm black and worse , I'm  female, I'm a pussy!   I'm a pussy that reads bitch!    I am educated.  I do understand something about the Constitution, about governing and you my man are up to some bullshit!

America!  "Come ye out from among them!"

Jackson Southernaires - Don't Look Down On A Man (Vinyl 1981)

A friend posted this on FB. Not only  is it beautiful, it is true.  When I finally recognized my mother was indeed a ravenous wolf, few stood with me.  Some were quick to smirk and laugh as I died and fell apart.

Fine.  As I healed I learned you were not worthy of my friendship.  You prefer Martha over me? You actually believe in racial division , that the lighter the skin the greater the gift?  To quote Bernie Mack you are a "New Fool".

My dumb ignorant ass demonic mother spent eighty-seven years trying to destroy, trying to prevent GOD'S Divine Order.  Sadly, she thought she was winning.  Once she discovered she was actually losing,  once that "boy" came back Mathy Jane could not face her truth. INCEST!

Bow down bitch! Cleanse yourself of satan's delusion!  "Come ye out from among them!"  You claim satan has you when in fact You are holding onto satan.  You know damn well you MURDERED your own daddy!  Your preaching, your ordination, your eloquent entertaining preaching did not change anything.

The fact you have never had a broke day, drive a Cadillac does not mean you are blessed by GOD.  You are blessed alright, by the evil one.  You can not cast your sexual abuse against your own little children on that man, on those men.  You were culpable.  You are caught! Now rot!

You looked down on me! You  looked down on me for things you did. As long as you are dead woman don't you ever forget that you beat your husband into a bloody pulp, he had to get an untold number of stitches in his head for gambling away his check.  That same man raped your children and you were proud!

You buzzards could not get enough. I could not go along with your bullshit at fourteen.  I ran screaming!  You had to fake like you cared.  That bullshit you spouted every day about how I could not win and how you could not lose proved to be horse shit!

Rot bitch!

Ain't it funny?

Dear LORD thank You so much for my wonderful journey.  Thank You for saving me, for Jerome Walters, for my beautiful brilliant daughter.  Thank You for intervening and saving my life from eminent death so often.

Dear LORD thank You for my special anointing.  The brilliant beautiful voice you gave me will help millions.  Finally the evil demons hiding among us, cloistered in good families can be exposed.

My grandfather taught me that "Time changes all things."  It does.  I'm old now, newly old, not nearly as old as I aspire to be.  I remember blatant racism clearly.  That pure hatred never went away, just lay dormant .  Now it is raising it's ugly head via DT and other blind racist sheep.

Lockstep, march blindly, give up your life for someone else's cause.  Die to help evil greedy men keep human beings as pets and beasts of burden.  Get conned by the "taps", a flag folded into a triangle.  Get your name etched on a wall so that greedy pigs can feed at the trough.

While we are dividing and hating the evil doer is taking the lion's share of everything and laughing.  He should laugh because once again the masses have proved to be stupid.

My poor ignorant demonic mother spent her entire life of eighty-seven years fighting against GOD trying to prove (HIS) Word a lie by practicing conjure, voodoo, evil WITCHCRAFT.  The so called Christians of her church and family choose to ignore the obvious.  I understand.  Who wants to know such a truth?  How can I bear to admit that my own mother not only never loved me but,  purely hated me with a passion?  Martha Jane Walters hated this entire world and all that dwell within.

She was a ravenous wolf in sheep's clothing.  I can't help it, my brain is full of the  images of the atrocities she inflicted upon me, upon us.  The fact that my brothers still claim to love her is their problem.  I do want them to know that GOD maketh not ashamed.  The shame and embarrassment our own mother thrust upon us belongs to her!  She was the practitioner of INCEST! PEDOPHILIA!  Do I want to blame it on the witchcraft? Yes, but I know it was pride.  Pride goeth before a fall.  Martha was so full of pride she never faced one flaw, always chose vulgar cursing and assault to offend her critics.

It worked.   She died praised for her ministry.  Liars! All liars, every damn one of you.  I would have been there too had I not been the scapegoat. I would have been there if she hadn't gotten bold enough to cuss me like a dog "one mo'gin".

Jesus said let the dead bury the dead.  The dead mentally, the dead morally. I boycotted her nasty ass funeral because she MURDERED my granddaddy ! Never had enough manners to say excuse me.  Hinted though.  Gave me that pitiful look in her eyes of "I can't help my evil, love me anyway. I am a poison viper that you can never trust but, love me anyway.  I am going to leave you a lot of money when I die." 

  People can praise that woman all they want, they can't fool GOD.  If you are still in love with Martha you are a coward.  It is obvious you have never read your Bible, that you lack understanding and there is the high probability your morals are no higher than Martha's.

While Martha laughed,  considered me her personal fool, GOD watched, guided and protected.

Never give up on GOD children, never give up on GOD!

Am I angry?

Am I seething with rage? Yes I am!   I was brought to this earth for a reason.  I know GOD planted me here for something.  No, not to be a doormat, a footstool, a sex toy, a battering ram, a urinal.

GOD loves me.  I know that! I know because (HE) kept me.  Few  children  of GOD have been made to suffer more than I have.  It is my great pleasure to get up every morning , do a Holy Ghost dance and thank GOD for finally taking that albatross off of this earth.

Yes, my mother did in fact MURDER her own father.  Never got so much as a slap on the wrist.  The low slutty bitch forbade us to ever so much as bring up the subject.  Is that nerve? Pride? Demon possession? All of the above?

How nasty was my own mother?  I have no interest in sex.  I am dead from the waist down. And the low slut, ravenous wolf still wasn't satisfied.  Stalked me into old age anyway trying to make sure I would be busted and broken forever.

Can you say Backfire from your position in hell you low stanking scummy viperous maggot slut!?

You shall proceed no further! Now bow down bitch!

The devil is a lie!

Nasty, whorish, lying strumpet!  Stalking me for  SIXTY-TWO YEARS for no damn reason!  You had me, I didn't have you!  You no mannered perverted slut! Can I blame you?  Should I blame you? You were  a low whore found in fornication when you were eight years old.  You claimed you were raped.  It was the THIRD TIME!  Now I wonder.

Mathy, you were so nasty, so low, so common , you actually could have enticed that man at eight years old.  You were already a proven sadist going around killing small animals.

I am sorry to believe such but, you were a hideous monster.  Woman!  You were "toe'down" common!  SEX WITH THE DOOR WIDE OPEN! LOUD LUSTFUL SEX ACTS!  Bitch I was thirteen trying to cover my head with a pillow.

Martha, Martha, Martha! Why!?

No,  I did not go to your nasty funeral.  I'm glad I didn't.  No, I am never going to stop talking about you, telling on you because you low sluts deserve to be recognized, snatched out of every pulpit your nasty ass crawls up in.

No, you shall proceed no further.  I do have one burning question though, how could you preach?  How could you stand in GOD's House, open (HIS) Book and put on such a show?  No matter, you shall proceed no further.

Now rot!

GOD said it!

"Know ye the truth and the truth will set you free." Just know your truth, like knowing your truth is that easy.  What if your mother is like mine and you are a fatherless bastard? What if you have been relegated to the hated black race?

What if your mother really is as common as bat shit like every one said?

I know my evil demonic mother died with a smile on her face.  I'm sure she cursed all her nurses and doctors.  I know her caregivers were never good enough, smart enough or light enough for her.  I know Martha Jane Walters was an evil color struck racist if there was ever one , she was chief.

I know I'm very glad the bitch is finally dead! Damn! How did any woman ever sink that low? How? Was it the rape? Was it the "voodoo"? Or was it just GOD's Divine Order.

Woman I must take this opportunity to tell the world how nasty and deeply disturbed you were Martha. Yes, I do have to admit that I am laughing and crying at the same time.  You were a grown woman kneeling down on graves looking for some magic!  Woman! Did slavery do that to us? Did you do that dumb shit to yourself?

Yes, GOD is going to get you. (HE) is going to get all of you nasty pedophiles and incestuous parents. After all you did to us, to me as infants, small children, teenagers, why didn't you let us go?  Why stalk me to the grave trying to prove you were right ?  Trying to prove people with more Caucasian features are superior to people of color.

Martha you were light bright and damn near white just like you said but, your morals were in the toilet.

Go find a rock, you and all your supporters.

Did my blinders finally fall off?

Did I tear them off after sixty-two years or did they wear thin? They wore thin and that "boy" came back home after twenty-five years.  TWENTY-FIVE YEARS!  That is a long time to shun your entire family. I'm not mad with him.  He should have.  Well, he should have shunned her. Old nasty predator.

I can not get over my sheer stupidity.  All that church going, going and sitting for hours every damn Sunday!  Watching and listening to  some ignorant nigger "hack" for  hours.   Ass growing callouses from sitting on hard wooden benches trying to prove to GOD we loved him.  Not enough to live right or follow (HIS) commandments.  How could GOD dare expect such a sacrifice ? So we opted to put on this show every Sunday.  Looks like we fooled every one but GOD.

 Hacking is a form of preaching that can definitely be traced back to the slave quarters.  A style of preaching more entertainment, more rap artistry,  than actually Biblically  or spiritually enlightening.  No, you don't learn anything about GOD's Word but you get crunk in church, jumping, shouting, screaming, running, testifying.  You get the spotlight on you if you are on program, get to show off your fine clothes.  You get to lie and embellish without challenge and if you are lucky like my mother people will actually envy You, wish to emulate you.

What good does it do to sit up in church with a known "root worker " every Sunday?  We helped her pass.  We gave her credibility, offered some evidence to refute the suspicion that Martha was no more than another hardened harlot.

She did it for eighty-seven years.  Was nothing but an extremely demonic incestuous pervert for EIGHTY-SEVEN YEARS!

Hey Martha Jane Walters, you murdered your own father and flat refused to apologize or repent.  Died laughing about all the babies you flushed down the toilet like a turd.  You died laughing, mocking me, telling me to not piss on your grave.

Bitch you don't deserve any of my piss.

Now rot!

You See Me Laughin': the last of the hill country bluesmen (Mississippi...

We all have the exact same worth as a human being.  GOD loves us all equally. It is ignorant sinful man that assigns value to gender, race, attractiveness, age.



We all have a purpose, some for good, some for bad.  Some vessels are made of gold,  some of wood. If someone hurts you, seriously hurts you , you need to examination their motivation and pray for GOD to protect you from their wrath.  I can see it so clearly now.  My mother married a man so ignorant, so susceptible to her demands he volunteered to become her slave.  He caught her in fornication and she beat him! She humiliated him , made him , beg her for forgiveness.  He raped her children in cowardly retaliation.



You can fake preach GOD's Word or you can genuinely care.  Yes, you can "Come ye out from among them." You can stop seeing color, gender, age.  You can tell the truth.  My brothers can no longer claim fear, their torturer is dead.



Now, it is a matter of morality, of right versus wrong.  Why do so many people worship money, wealth ? We are not taking one penny with us.  When you are dead you are done. Would DT be tolerated if he was broke?



Love GOD, love yourself!  Don't worry about evil doers they shall proceed no further.

No ! Look rude bitch!

You don't get mad because someone criticized you, refused to believe your lies.  No, you don't think putting on an act, putting up a false front, the exact opposite  of the real you will suffice.

No, you need to take a long hard look at yourself.  Once you smashed that puppy between two bricks something should have been done.  Keeping you a secret was not the answer.  Once you grew into demonic WITCHCRAFT  fear took over.  Of course fear enslaved us, we were born to the imp.  We were hers and she was a damn idiot!

Wearing five and six hundred dollar outfits to a job in a warehouse in the Sixties! Why? Mush for brains!? No! Demon possession that Martha earned with her hardheaded, ignorant, demonic ass!

INCEST! Get the fuck out of here! Get thee behind me satan! Bitch! What the fuck!? Your getting raped at eight is no damn excuse!   No, my humanness agrees with you; never confess to such.  Warning to all you potential perverts, don't you do it!  Don't do it and demand loyalty from the likes of me.  Don't get caught trying to ruin me, trying to gut me like a fish and then claim some fucking loyalty rights. you my mother and shit!  No mother, no sworn enemy would stoop as low as you did Martha.  You were disgusting and repugnant and I am not about to pretend I still love you or that you were worthy of anything short of dismemberment. 

You can't "unring"  a fucking bell but , you can stalk me, sic the IRS on me, you could make sure I paid off my college loans! when I was fucking ELDERLY!    Fuck you,  you lying jealous slut! 

Making as many people as you can lower than you is not the answer.  You should have used your energy, your intelligence,  to find out why you were such a pathological liar, such a pervert, why you were so insanely jealous, why you never recognized one single boundary.

Pride!  The Bible tells us.  GOD revealed you in (HIS) Word.

I'm humbled LORD! I love you! I thank You!

I never could have made it

I did ask GOD why men and women like my mother are so prolific in the "church", why do perverts love to become priests, pastors, church leaders?   To hide, what better place to hide than where you are least expected to be?  Just who is going to suspect that you are in fact homosexual if you lead a march against homosexuality?

I get it.  My mother becomes an ordained pastor in order to prove she did not murder her own father but, she in fact did.  I think somewhere in Martha's sick mind her eloquent theatrical preaching was a trade off.  I do believe poor ignorant Martha was delusional enough to think that if she persuaded others to love GOD, to give their lives to Christ , she would be forgiven of her sins without confessing or repenting.

Wrong move Martha.  satan planted you in the "church" to keep the weak in disbelief, to keep Jesus on their tongue and satan in their heart.  It can't be done dummy!  GOD said No!

I'm feeling good this morning, I made it to "Old".

Praise the LORD!

Rain down on me

"Dear LORD create in me a clean heart." ; I do believe that was my grandfather's daily prayer.  I know he prayed aloud often, not for show but for strength.  That was the difference between my grandfather and my mother.  You can be sure if you ever heard her praying aloud it was for show.

My mother was so good, her performances so stellar, I believed her.  I bought it hook , line and sinker.  I bought her religious crap while totally victimized by her deep disturbing evil.  I was totally enslaved by my own mother and did not know.  I failed to recognize the great fear she instilled in me, in us.

I was horrified by her very noticeable personality changes before she died.  The closer Martha got to her exit date the more she bragged about her stealth cruelty.

It was 2008 and I was her caretaker.  She had knee replacement surgery and sent for me to care for her. I didn't mind.  Well, I didn't intend to mind until she started treating me like Celie in The Color Purple clanging a damn bell demanding to be waited on hand and foot.

Dear LORD my mother was a child, a very selfish impish child that never grew up, never matured but, unfortunately was extremely evil, sneaky and treacherous.  GOD brought me through!  My mother followed me around, stalking me, robbing me for sixty-two years attempting to make me a worse imp than she was.

GOD said No!

My grandfather used to warn my mother to leave me alone.  It is as if they were talking in code, exchanging information concerning Martha's secret evil. "Leave dat'un alone Mathy Jane!  …Gwen ain't the one you want to mess wid."

Martha always bragged that she was so much smarter than we were, the fact is , she was just ahead of us.  Ahead of us with the knowledge of the wickedness of this world and ahead of us inflicting pain, brutal beatings and sexual molestation.   Martha was a hedonist.  She sure exposed the "church" in my eyes and my so called friends and relatives.  Any one still loving and cloaking for Martha Jane Walters is no friend of mine.

"Come ye out from among them."