Well, I stopped by to tell you there is only one GOD! Praise the LORD. (HE) promised to protect me from all hurt , harm and danger and always has. I praise the LORD! I praise (HIM) in the morning, at noonday, all day long.
In trying to take over GOD's world foolish man pretends to love GOD, to serve (HIM). We are all a bunch of lying hypocrites doing what we do for show. The next time you go to church, look around, observe. How many are on their cell phones? How many are just going through the motions, locking stepping, following tradition blindly? How many sermons did you listen to that you know your pastor stole from someone else?
How many churches have only one theme, one agenda , prosperity? How many churches teach that wealth is a blessing although the book they carry and never read admonishes us to not store up wealth, silver and gold where moth and rust doth corrupt.
Imprisoned for over sixty-two years , strung up and hog tied in my mother's diabolical web, strangled, tortured and forced to say thank you, I know better than to trust Trump. The right wing conservative Christians swear they prayed first, that "The Donald" has the blessings of Christ because he is so hateful and rude.
I am very observant, very discerning because I had to develop these skills or perish. The woman that birthed me wore a mask, had the sweetest melodious kindest tone when she wanted something. Cussed and cursed your socks off daily for being black, being a burden, needing to be feed, housed, clothed. Worse, dared us to tell it. " Don't none of you BLACK MUTHAFUCKERS EVA' TELL A MUTHAFUCKING THANG DAT GO ON IN DIS HOUSE!"
Every Sunday she packed us up in her long Cadillac and forced us to sit for hours and hours on a hard wooden bench just so she could fool the public. In order to fool her many admirers. In order to make sure the spotlight was always on her. Always on program , the mistress of ceremony , dressed to the nines, "light bright, damn near white", good hair, big legs, flat ass and pretend wealth.
I did ask GOD why my mother pretended to be so saved and sanctified on Sunday and was nothing less than a notorious demonic pervert all the time.
GOD reminded me to read 2 Timothy. There she is, my mother fully described, no natural affection, selfish, greedy, a lover of self. That was my mother alright. An abomination, a complete disgrace, something repugnant and disgusting all the time. Why didn't I know she was demon possessed? I was confused, whorish ass , dumb ass Mathy Jane turning her "love" off and on like a faucet. My mother was a low scoundrel, a maggot. Is that why she carried such vile secret hatred against me for sixty-two years? Is that why she tried to ruin me from the moment I was conceived in her corrupt womb?
No, it was all for "such a time as this". Far too many people, particularly whites in our world have never been treated like a damn nigger, hated and stalked simply for being born. My mother had six surviving children, hated every last one of us with a passion. No, she didn't say it in so many words but , she sure showed us. My mother tried every thing in her power to humiliate me, us, to take the Walters family down to her level. To pummel us into the dust, eviscerate us, destroy us on the sly. Martha always had to be sly, conniving, manipulative, unfortunately once she a ruined you, deliberately led you astray she had to laugh, just had to take credit.
I thank GOD Martha did laugh, did reveal herself to be a wicked "root worker", otherwise I would have remained confused, lost, destroyed, down in that pit she sealed me in.
As for my five surviving siblings, we all struggle with deep depression, alcohol and drug addiction. We all hate her. I know my brothers claim to love her, impossible. How can you claim to love a woman that beat you viciously, had her men violating you sexually while you were still a small child? How can you love a woman that MURDERED JEROME WALTERS?
"You fool"! That woman was never more than a low life lying slut! I'm screaming; the one brother that she surely tormented and reduced to dung slammed the phone down in my face because I refused to attend the whore's funeral. "Thou fool". He's happy, she left him her house. an old house with a house note!
The other brother, a medical doctor, also reduced to dung, hates me, blames me, distances himself from me for talking about his mother! The devil is a lie!
If I have to live through a Trump Presidency, I can. I survived MARTHA JANE WALTERS with the help of the LORD.
Dear LORD I am so eternally grateful for your hand of mercy. Save all that want to be saved is my fervent prayer.
Shouting Glory!
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