Sure, every once and a while ...

I feel overwhelmed with grief, knowing what I know. Consciously carrying horrifying truth about some one I used to love fiercely.

Imagine if you will, a four year old child being forced to lie! I was horrified! The sick whore and her "perverted " jet black husband would give us hot soapy enemas! WHY?  The wo/man was a sick PERVERT!  

Well, why, how did s/he get away for EIGHTY-EIGHT YEARS? The word is UNCONSCIONABLE ! Unbelievable! Shockingly evil! Demon possession! The anti-Christ being the anti-Christ.

"For such a time as this ". Would I know,  what I know about the  "Black Church", the Evangelical Church, about "Christianity",  without surviving the sick , sadistic abuse meted out to me, to US,  by that so called WOG?  (WOMAN OF GOD)

Yes, LORD I thank you!  Thank you for saving me, walking before me.  Sure, my heart gets heavy from time to time. But, I know you sit high, and look low. I know it is ALL in Divine Order.

I'm all aglow! I am BEAMING!!!



Dear LORD thank you for granting me the courage to tell on my mother when I was four. Thank you for permitting Rome Walters to put something on that whore's mind. I don't know what my grandfather said to her but, it sure made her hate me with a vengeance.

s/he never let me forget it. Stanking whore,  pretending to care about our health.