No! You can't. Don't get mad with me because I know you. You never hid your character. Well, that's what I thought. I knew you were a liar, but I thought you were honest about your character. I had no idea that you did things that you didn't share.
Don't try to act so innocent and wounded. "The fear of the LORD, is the beginning of knowledge." The only respect you have for GOD is all fake.
So what'cha gon' do? Cuss me out? Put a "curse" on me for knowing your truth? That "sneaky" GOD I serve let you "act the fool", "sho' ya color".
Do you know that is what our teachers told us at E.E Smith Sr. High school. I actually had teachers that admonished us before every assembly; "Don'chall go down dey actin' yo color!"
That may sound like a very racist thing to say, but we understood what they meant. And sure enough you could hear a pin drop in the auditorium or gym. We didn't break out into fights. A fight on campus was very rare. It was also very rare at parties. We had a secret "ignorant nigga" list. If rumor had it that you were prone to violence or drugs you were x-ed out. Unless you were very, very popular and good looking. If you were the star quarterback everyone looked the other way.
As I reflect back over my life, I think I was lame. Well, I was always called "lame". My "mother" even ridiculed me for being lame, for not having sex. S***, I could barely talk to a boy on the phone. How the #%*% was I going to have sex. Plus the double-minded witch ran off every boyfriend. Then she did the greatest evil known to "womankind". When I became of "age" she suddenly became the nastiest housekeeper in the world. I had five brothers, a stepfather and a grandfather. They were all nasty. They all suffered from poor aim. Needless to say, it was a serious burden for me. I finally gave up. I remember pushing a mountain of dirty dishes and clothes with my elbow so that I would have room to type my homework.
Type my homework, that's right. Mrs. W**** G********, was my "racist" English teacher. It was an honor's class and the she demanded that all assignments be formally typed. If I made a mistake, I had to start over. Mrs. G***** refused to accept anything but pristine papers. Whiteout, erasure tape, and strike overs were not accepted. I didn't argue. I did what she said. That meant that I worked into the wee hours of the morning almost every day.
I also didn't have the opportunity to be a rebellious teenager because you were still one. Psychologically and emotionally you never grew up. One "fool" in the house was enough.
Bottom line, my "mother's" extreme "secret" cruelty turned into a blessing. I was forced to develop tenacity. I was forced to grow up. I always knew that if I ever wanted to achieve anything I would have to do it for myself.
Strangely, I never blamed her. I did often wonder why my luck was so bad. Like most "intellectuals" I could not believe any "mother" would deliberately hurt their own child for any reason.
It's fine. GOD is knitting me back together. I am getting over the shock and the shame. What was once my "shame" is now my Victory. I am humbled by the goodness of GOD.
The poor woman still refuses to see. Still refuses to repent. Is still lying and denying.
No, I don't support people that say that they would never admit it either. You would rather go to hell? rot for eternity because you are too proud to admit that you fell. That you sunk low. You know that the nature of man is "low". You know the story of "Adam and Eve". You know that you can't get to GOD without repenting. You know that you are caught.
You know your life is despicable! Your few minions and "hanger-on-ers" can't save you.
"All I done fa' you!"; defense is too old. What did you ever do for me? You didn't get to do everything that you planned, that you plotted, thank GOD. No, you are not going to shut my mouth!
I am going to tell this world about the spiritual war we are engaged in. "Evil verses GOD" is real. You are not a product of my imagination. You are an abomination! But you do have a choice. You still have an opportunity.
You are too disgusting to know about. You are too revolting to hear about! But YOU and your kind must be known! Our little children must be saved!
I press on family. I'm prayed up, fired up, and feed up! I can't take it. I don't want to see another child suffer! I will not bear this awful burden.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember, "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel oneoftheseedsoftherighteousstandingflatfootedonHisWORD
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
"Somebody knows..."
I don't care what you did or when you did it, somebody knows. You are not going to get away! You can not lie your way to the truth. All your curses and "dust" can not erase your past.
That's your road, you walked it. That's your path, you took it. You got a lot of criticism for me. So, I'm a "backstabber". Backstabbers are evil, stupid. YOU are the backstabber! Are you kidding? Do you think that you are going to get away with that?
Com'ere! Let me remind you of "diminishing returns", i.e. economics. You might like butter pecan ice cream, but having it everyday wears thin.
Then there is diminishing mental capacity. We both have that. But, yours has escalated. That's how I found out. You thought you were talking to your cousin. You were talking to me about me. It was hilarious.
You developed a great scheme. It was flawless. Cloak your secret hatred and jealousy behind a "mother's apron". Shower your children with verbal declarations of love. Again the irony here is uncanny. You taught us; "Bulls*** ain't nuttin' but chewed up grass." Did you know what you were doing? Declaring your love for us everyday while you plotted our demise.
XXX said that you didn't know. He said that you have never planned anything in your life. He said your evil is just random. It must be. You sure never made a penny. Never learned from a single mistake.
"...though they be a stiff necked people". Stiff necked, hardheaded,ignorant, superstitious, sneaky and evil, not a good combination. I know that you are pretty, or you were pretty. But, I used to hear your mother say; "Pretty is as pretty does.", and she died when I was three.
You might not believe this but, I am going to tell you anyway. I knew what she meant at three! I knew you were evil every time you came and got us from our grandfather pretending that you wanted to play "mama". That was your scam to get a few dollars out of your daddy. You left us in that apartment on Bridges Street, alone, unattended and without food for days. That's why you caught XXX trying to scale that huge orange goldfish.
No, you can't go yet, "got to settle up".
"We all got to settle up dawthur, didn't come heah to stay always."
To GOD be the Glory!
That's your road, you walked it. That's your path, you took it. You got a lot of criticism for me. So, I'm a "backstabber". Backstabbers are evil, stupid. YOU are the backstabber! Are you kidding? Do you think that you are going to get away with that?
Com'ere! Let me remind you of "diminishing returns", i.e. economics. You might like butter pecan ice cream, but having it everyday wears thin.
Then there is diminishing mental capacity. We both have that. But, yours has escalated. That's how I found out. You thought you were talking to your cousin. You were talking to me about me. It was hilarious.
You developed a great scheme. It was flawless. Cloak your secret hatred and jealousy behind a "mother's apron". Shower your children with verbal declarations of love. Again the irony here is uncanny. You taught us; "Bulls*** ain't nuttin' but chewed up grass." Did you know what you were doing? Declaring your love for us everyday while you plotted our demise.
XXX said that you didn't know. He said that you have never planned anything in your life. He said your evil is just random. It must be. You sure never made a penny. Never learned from a single mistake.
"...though they be a stiff necked people". Stiff necked, hardheaded,ignorant, superstitious, sneaky and evil, not a good combination. I know that you are pretty, or you were pretty. But, I used to hear your mother say; "Pretty is as pretty does.", and she died when I was three.
You might not believe this but, I am going to tell you anyway. I knew what she meant at three! I knew you were evil every time you came and got us from our grandfather pretending that you wanted to play "mama". That was your scam to get a few dollars out of your daddy. You left us in that apartment on Bridges Street, alone, unattended and without food for days. That's why you caught XXX trying to scale that huge orange goldfish.
No, you can't go yet, "got to settle up".
"We all got to settle up dawthur, didn't come heah to stay always."
To GOD be the Glory!
No! You're not going to rob me of my "Life"
An open letter to all the indecent mothers around the world:
To the 'Ho it may concern;
Only I decide when and where I enter. Your ignorance and cruel inclinations may have bolstered your resolve to utterly destroy me, but GOD did not let you.
You never allowed me to talk. Actually had the nerve to forbid me to think. True, you did arrest my development. Well, you thought you did. GOD told me that He was molding me, purging me, preparing me for such a time as this.
It looks like "you made your move too soon". Took too much credit for your phony preaching. Seems to me that you swallowed your own bait.
Now I can certainly understand your being a wayward teenager. Your "whoredom" could be expected. But, your cruelty? Your serious demonic cruelty? Why you delight in "wrong doing" will always mystify me.
The fact that you are a sociopath does not explain your serious stealth, your secret plots. It is obvious that you relish in the pain of others. Why your family? First your father, then your children.
You did every sick thing to me that you could, then laughed. What was so funny? When you finally study the 13th chapter of Ezekiel you will learn that GOD is going to remove those veils. Some versions call them kerchiefs. They are really blindfolds. The blindfolds that you successfully created are going to fall off of your minions. People that you never allowed to have an original thought are going to think critically. Then where are you going to be? Everyone is going to find out that you never really had any "power". All you ever had was sick demonic cruelty. No sense of fair play. You claim to be so smart. But, you exercised your debauchery on small children, men and boys far too young for you.
That's sick. That's beyond sex. That's a realm no decent human being would enter. Let's forget all that as you request. Let's forget you robbed us of a childhood. But, why stalk us into old age pretending to be a loving caring mother? What is your point?
You do not have one friend! You do not and can not love one person on this earth. You have the nerve to hate me, to ridicule me, to scorn me. That's all you have ever done. You scream traitor and backstabber for alerting the world about you.
It is not personal. GOD will not let me hold my peace. I'm tired of young innocent children being raped and ruined by sick demented cowards like you. GOD is tired of you and your kind. It is the foulest sickest truth I ever heard of. But, I will not take it to my grave as you demand. Why? Why would I do that? That would mean that I have no faith, no Jesus, no redeemer. That would mean that the whole Bible is a lie. Yea, you are mean, exceedingly cruel and sneaky. But, you are less than a piss ant in the eyes of GOD. Everyone is going to laugh at you for being so stupid, "a sign and a proverb".
No, I don't like you and I don't like anyone that likes you. I don't like people that tolerate people like you.
Is it a "sickness", a "mental illness", or is just plain evil? Evil does exist. We are engaged in spiritual warfare. You are about the sickest demon I ever heard tell of.
It is sad, but I have never known you to tell the truth about anything. The only thing that I know to be true about you is your name. I have never known you to be "plot" free. Every day you've lived on this earth you have been up to something. Your feet are swift to run to mischief just like the Bible says.
You knew that you were going to be revealed one day; but you did it anyway. For some reason you've always felt entitled, untouchable. Well, you thought wrong. I find your arrogance more offensive than your cruelty.
"For by means of a whorish woman a man is brought to a piece of bread: and the adulteress will hunt for the precious life." Proverbs 6:26
GOD's WORD is still true. Will always be true and you will always hunt for the precious life. The precious life you stole from your children, your father.
The saddest fact is, you did all that dirt and ended up with nothing.
Sincerely,
Rachel GODletyoumolestandrobthewrongvictimforyearsforHisownpurpose
To the 'Ho it may concern;
Only I decide when and where I enter. Your ignorance and cruel inclinations may have bolstered your resolve to utterly destroy me, but GOD did not let you.
You never allowed me to talk. Actually had the nerve to forbid me to think. True, you did arrest my development. Well, you thought you did. GOD told me that He was molding me, purging me, preparing me for such a time as this.
It looks like "you made your move too soon". Took too much credit for your phony preaching. Seems to me that you swallowed your own bait.
Now I can certainly understand your being a wayward teenager. Your "whoredom" could be expected. But, your cruelty? Your serious demonic cruelty? Why you delight in "wrong doing" will always mystify me.
The fact that you are a sociopath does not explain your serious stealth, your secret plots. It is obvious that you relish in the pain of others. Why your family? First your father, then your children.
You did every sick thing to me that you could, then laughed. What was so funny? When you finally study the 13th chapter of Ezekiel you will learn that GOD is going to remove those veils. Some versions call them kerchiefs. They are really blindfolds. The blindfolds that you successfully created are going to fall off of your minions. People that you never allowed to have an original thought are going to think critically. Then where are you going to be? Everyone is going to find out that you never really had any "power". All you ever had was sick demonic cruelty. No sense of fair play. You claim to be so smart. But, you exercised your debauchery on small children, men and boys far too young for you.
That's sick. That's beyond sex. That's a realm no decent human being would enter. Let's forget all that as you request. Let's forget you robbed us of a childhood. But, why stalk us into old age pretending to be a loving caring mother? What is your point?
You do not have one friend! You do not and can not love one person on this earth. You have the nerve to hate me, to ridicule me, to scorn me. That's all you have ever done. You scream traitor and backstabber for alerting the world about you.
It is not personal. GOD will not let me hold my peace. I'm tired of young innocent children being raped and ruined by sick demented cowards like you. GOD is tired of you and your kind. It is the foulest sickest truth I ever heard of. But, I will not take it to my grave as you demand. Why? Why would I do that? That would mean that I have no faith, no Jesus, no redeemer. That would mean that the whole Bible is a lie. Yea, you are mean, exceedingly cruel and sneaky. But, you are less than a piss ant in the eyes of GOD. Everyone is going to laugh at you for being so stupid, "a sign and a proverb".
No, I don't like you and I don't like anyone that likes you. I don't like people that tolerate people like you.
Is it a "sickness", a "mental illness", or is just plain evil? Evil does exist. We are engaged in spiritual warfare. You are about the sickest demon I ever heard tell of.
It is sad, but I have never known you to tell the truth about anything. The only thing that I know to be true about you is your name. I have never known you to be "plot" free. Every day you've lived on this earth you have been up to something. Your feet are swift to run to mischief just like the Bible says.
You knew that you were going to be revealed one day; but you did it anyway. For some reason you've always felt entitled, untouchable. Well, you thought wrong. I find your arrogance more offensive than your cruelty.
"For by means of a whorish woman a man is brought to a piece of bread: and the adulteress will hunt for the precious life." Proverbs 6:26
GOD's WORD is still true. Will always be true and you will always hunt for the precious life. The precious life you stole from your children, your father.
The saddest fact is, you did all that dirt and ended up with nothing.
Sincerely,
Rachel GODletyoumolestandrobthewrongvictimforyearsforHisownpurpose
Monday, January 2, 2012
"The *igger Monologues"
"These are they." I am a "These are they". I came out of great tribulation. The key word here is Out, I came Out. I came out of my slumber, my self imposed sleep. I slept because the pain was unbearable.
No, I am not a victim of racism or stranger on stranger hate. I am not even a black on black crime victim. I am a mother/daughter tragedy. I am the result of a selfish, wayward, hardheaded, spoiled daddy's girl. I am what happens when families care more about going along to get along than they do about justice.
I am what happens when a man or woman care more about their two minutes of sexual pleasure than they do about the souls they are destroying.
"He was tall and stunningly fine. I stared at him from across the room. I stared at his feet and my hungry eyes crawled slowly up to his hypnotic liquid eyes. I didn't drink much, but I was drunk just the same. Wow! I thought; 'he is built!' " Tall and built" have always been my prerequisite.
I was in "lust". No doubt about it and I didn't even know who he was. He looked at me! He was giving me the same "look" that I was giving him. But, I couldn't move. My feet were frozen. I WAS PARALYZED! My heart was beating rapidly, loudly. I could not talk. My brain went numb. He came closer,then closer. My nostrils flared. "He likes me! He likes me!"; ricocheted in my brain, but I had nothing. My tongue would not co-operate. It remained glued to the roof of my mouth. He said; "Hi!" Even gave me that 'come hither' look.
I had nothing! It was a prestigious "Black event". I'm a history teacher and I had nothing. I wore a size four and had long luscious hair. But, I had nothing. I had nothing because some monster had been there before. My mother ruined me. My own mother ruined me on purpose and dared me to tell it. She played preacher and "root worker" just so she could get away. Just so she could get away with being reprehensibly evil. She did it because she was afraid my life would be better than hers. She did it because I was born prettier and smarter. She did it out of habit, murdering and eviscerating was her secret 'fun'.
Now I can't shut up and she can't die.
NOT THE END
No, I am not a victim of racism or stranger on stranger hate. I am not even a black on black crime victim. I am a mother/daughter tragedy. I am the result of a selfish, wayward, hardheaded, spoiled daddy's girl. I am what happens when families care more about going along to get along than they do about justice.
I am what happens when a man or woman care more about their two minutes of sexual pleasure than they do about the souls they are destroying.
"He was tall and stunningly fine. I stared at him from across the room. I stared at his feet and my hungry eyes crawled slowly up to his hypnotic liquid eyes. I didn't drink much, but I was drunk just the same. Wow! I thought; 'he is built!' " Tall and built" have always been my prerequisite.
I was in "lust". No doubt about it and I didn't even know who he was. He looked at me! He was giving me the same "look" that I was giving him. But, I couldn't move. My feet were frozen. I WAS PARALYZED! My heart was beating rapidly, loudly. I could not talk. My brain went numb. He came closer,then closer. My nostrils flared. "He likes me! He likes me!"; ricocheted in my brain, but I had nothing. My tongue would not co-operate. It remained glued to the roof of my mouth. He said; "Hi!" Even gave me that 'come hither' look.
I had nothing! It was a prestigious "Black event". I'm a history teacher and I had nothing. I wore a size four and had long luscious hair. But, I had nothing. I had nothing because some monster had been there before. My mother ruined me. My own mother ruined me on purpose and dared me to tell it. She played preacher and "root worker" just so she could get away. Just so she could get away with being reprehensibly evil. She did it because she was afraid my life would be better than hers. She did it because I was born prettier and smarter. She did it out of habit, murdering and eviscerating was her secret 'fun'.
Now I can't shut up and she can't die.
NOT THE END
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. No I'm not. That is not true. As a matter of fact. I feel the opposite. I am very proud of myself. I am very proud of the fact that I am a blessed woman. "The seed of the righteous will be blessed." My grandfather, Jerome Walters, was a righteous man. He was sold out for Christ. He lived right. He left and inheritance for his children and his children's children.
I am not going to let anyone "poo poo" his accomplishments. I am not going to let anyone tarnish his name or his memory because they are too cowardly and too fiercely evil to repent.
Everything my grandfather taught me or exposed me to turned into something honorable.
So it is 2012 and I am finally finding my legs. Finally finding my voice. Finally understanding my mission. I am not the only daughter that is tethered to a sick succubus. I am sure that I am not the only daughter with an ignorant, primitive, "rooting working", fake "wanna-be" preacher "mother".
She is not the only snake that GOD is going to shake out of His Church.
This blog is not about her or for her. This blog is written to the 'ho it may concern.
"To the 'ho it may concern:
You are a stank nasty 'ho. You have no moral compass. You will do anything with anyone anywhere. That's nasty. Hollering; "What about 'dem men?" is not a satisfactory excuse.
You know GOD holds women to a higher standard. That is why He chose Mary to birth baby Jesus.
You can't hide your commoness behind your color either. Don't think because you are black, or because you call yourself a "nigga" you can do despicable things.
Your hollering "Foul!" and pretending that you are shocked won't work either. Far too many people have seen you at your worse and or they are your victims.
Most importantly that Book is going to be fulfilled. It is ALL in Divine Order. GOD is going to have His way.
Sincerely,
Rachel GODletyoupickthewrongvictimforHisownpurposeyougotusedandyouareasignandaproverb"
I am not going to let anyone "poo poo" his accomplishments. I am not going to let anyone tarnish his name or his memory because they are too cowardly and too fiercely evil to repent.
Everything my grandfather taught me or exposed me to turned into something honorable.
So it is 2012 and I am finally finding my legs. Finally finding my voice. Finally understanding my mission. I am not the only daughter that is tethered to a sick succubus. I am sure that I am not the only daughter with an ignorant, primitive, "rooting working", fake "wanna-be" preacher "mother".
She is not the only snake that GOD is going to shake out of His Church.
This blog is not about her or for her. This blog is written to the 'ho it may concern.
"To the 'ho it may concern:
You are a stank nasty 'ho. You have no moral compass. You will do anything with anyone anywhere. That's nasty. Hollering; "What about 'dem men?" is not a satisfactory excuse.
You know GOD holds women to a higher standard. That is why He chose Mary to birth baby Jesus.
You can't hide your commoness behind your color either. Don't think because you are black, or because you call yourself a "nigga" you can do despicable things.
Your hollering "Foul!" and pretending that you are shocked won't work either. Far too many people have seen you at your worse and or they are your victims.
Most importantly that Book is going to be fulfilled. It is ALL in Divine Order. GOD is going to have His way.
Sincerely,
Rachel GODletyoupickthewrongvictimforHisownpurposeyougotusedandyouareasignandaproverb"
Monday, December 26, 2011
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