lest they all fall in the ditch." The world is full of these blind guides that strain at a gnat and swallow a camel. If you can't understand GOD's WORD it is just not for you. GOD will make wise the simple.
I remember attending Washington Drive Junior High school in 1965. They would have these school dances in the gym. I remember some "boys" would leave the basketball court, run home, change clothes without bathing. Soak themselves in Brut or HiKarate. It was the worse odor you could ever imagine. If I smelled you, if my little face was forced into your funky arm pit, I left you you on the dance floor. One whiff of the wrong odor and I was gone. I didn't say anything. I just turned around. I didn't care how stupid you looked standing on the dance floor all alone. I thought I deserved better. My granddaddy taught me to care more about myself. I went home and got clean. I was welled groomed and pretty. The least a young man could do for me was smell good.
You can't cover up funky odor with cheap cologne . You've got to wash, you've got to come clean. It's the same way with GOD. You can't cover up your funky life with lies and fake religion. You've got to wash. You've got to go down under the water. You must confess your sins. You can't beat up and bludgeon every one that knows your past. And even if you don't want to do that you certainly can't keep doing that same foul demonic evil that you've always did. One of these days someone is going to catch on. Someone is going to finally see through you. Everybody is not afraid of a demon.
What are you going to do when no one fears you?
Thursday, March 8, 2012
"Before I'll be a slave...
I'll be buried in my grave." And before I will be my demonic "mother's" footstool I will tell the entire world of her atrocities. Atrocities! Acts so depraved, so low, so common, few can accept them as true. So diabolical as to defy a "normal" human being's ability to comprehend.
You must read and study the book of Revelation in order to get a true sense of her evil. As a child I asked my mother why the preacher never preached from the book of Revelation. She explained that no one could understand it and that it should not be read. "Can't nobody understand RevelationS!...sho' me somebody trying to read or preach out of RevelationS and I'll sho' yo a fool!"
That is the absolute truth. She deliberately put enmity between me and the book of Revelation! How diabolical. This demon possessed woman was clever enough to know that book fully exposes her. Was devious enough to attempt to keep me ignorant. It reminds me of the slaves owners in the deep south that prevented many slaves from trying to escape by convincing them that alligators preferred dark meat.
I am in awe! How brilliant. I look back over my long life and clearly identify her sick plots and schemes. I can do better. Part of her strategy is to destroy your self esteem. You must view those videos on the covert narcissist mother I posted. All the name calling. I have two very handsome brothers that she thoroughly convinced that they are ugly. Creating "co-dependency" is the second strategy. I thought my mother was kind, was really looking out by volunteering to supply me with all of the Valium I could possibly take. I was twenty-four! What did I know?
You're sick! Deliberately enslaving and destroying your own children just so your sorry life could look better.
Honey, there is nothing you can do to clean up your horrid life. I could never live a life lower or more immoral than yours. You broke the bank on immorality. The truth is I am ashamed to tell it but, I must. The Holy Spirit compels me. My role was preordained. Psychiatrists call you a non-mother, I call you the anti-mother.
You told me that woman called you a Jezebel because she thought you wore too much makeup. You know full well why she called you Jezebel! Well I'm not going down in your ship. True, you put a dent in my self esteem but you didn't ultimately destroy it.
Now, I'm insulted. I feared you all my life never realizing that you were the ultimate coward. Who did you target? Little children and the crippled elderly. Granddaddy only had one leg and his health had failed him.
Common, common, common! Don't get mad with me. You did it. You must own your dirt. Fighting and clubbing everybody that finds you out is still not the solution. Now you are taking advantage of the sons that you made mental cripples. You better get real tight with them because I have no use for you.
You know they are not reliable. You are going to die and rot somewhere. You have crippled your "stand-by-you-at-any-cost-loved-ones" to the point they can never be of any benefit to you in a crisis.
You are getting exactly what you deserve. You are reaping what you sowed. You are getting your just and honest due.
Foul and low. Don't you dare try to hide behind your "race". You are not a low common demon because you are "black". You are a low common demon by choice. You ran the devil down and demanded to be included in his posse. Don't you tell another lie on your father. You can continue lying on me all you want. Yea, you can keep "rooting" me too. It is not going to work.
I do wish I could laugh but, you're too foul, too low, too sad.
"He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen . Even so, come, LORD Jesus." Revelation 22:20
Be richly blessed and healed family. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
"The grace of our LORD jesus Christ be with you all. Amen." Revelation 22:21
Much Love, Peace and Happiness'
Rachel
You must read and study the book of Revelation in order to get a true sense of her evil. As a child I asked my mother why the preacher never preached from the book of Revelation. She explained that no one could understand it and that it should not be read. "Can't nobody understand RevelationS!...sho' me somebody trying to read or preach out of RevelationS and I'll sho' yo a fool!"
That is the absolute truth. She deliberately put enmity between me and the book of Revelation! How diabolical. This demon possessed woman was clever enough to know that book fully exposes her. Was devious enough to attempt to keep me ignorant. It reminds me of the slaves owners in the deep south that prevented many slaves from trying to escape by convincing them that alligators preferred dark meat.
I am in awe! How brilliant. I look back over my long life and clearly identify her sick plots and schemes. I can do better. Part of her strategy is to destroy your self esteem. You must view those videos on the covert narcissist mother I posted. All the name calling. I have two very handsome brothers that she thoroughly convinced that they are ugly. Creating "co-dependency" is the second strategy. I thought my mother was kind, was really looking out by volunteering to supply me with all of the Valium I could possibly take. I was twenty-four! What did I know?
You're sick! Deliberately enslaving and destroying your own children just so your sorry life could look better.
Honey, there is nothing you can do to clean up your horrid life. I could never live a life lower or more immoral than yours. You broke the bank on immorality. The truth is I am ashamed to tell it but, I must. The Holy Spirit compels me. My role was preordained. Psychiatrists call you a non-mother, I call you the anti-mother.
You told me that woman called you a Jezebel because she thought you wore too much makeup. You know full well why she called you Jezebel! Well I'm not going down in your ship. True, you put a dent in my self esteem but you didn't ultimately destroy it.
Now, I'm insulted. I feared you all my life never realizing that you were the ultimate coward. Who did you target? Little children and the crippled elderly. Granddaddy only had one leg and his health had failed him.
Common, common, common! Don't get mad with me. You did it. You must own your dirt. Fighting and clubbing everybody that finds you out is still not the solution. Now you are taking advantage of the sons that you made mental cripples. You better get real tight with them because I have no use for you.
You know they are not reliable. You are going to die and rot somewhere. You have crippled your "stand-by-you-at-any-cost-loved-ones" to the point they can never be of any benefit to you in a crisis.
You are getting exactly what you deserve. You are reaping what you sowed. You are getting your just and honest due.
Foul and low. Don't you dare try to hide behind your "race". You are not a low common demon because you are "black". You are a low common demon by choice. You ran the devil down and demanded to be included in his posse. Don't you tell another lie on your father. You can continue lying on me all you want. Yea, you can keep "rooting" me too. It is not going to work.
I do wish I could laugh but, you're too foul, too low, too sad.
"He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen . Even so, come, LORD Jesus." Revelation 22:20
Be richly blessed and healed family. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
"The grace of our LORD jesus Christ be with you all. Amen." Revelation 22:21
Much Love, Peace and Happiness'
Rachel
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
I was young and naive.
I actually thought it was funny. I was the official greeter. I seated the country bumpkins, the ignorant and confused. The foolish desperate people filled our living room. The cars were lined up on both sides of Dwain Drive.
What were they in search of? Some wanted magic, some were looking for love. Most of the men wanted their "nature" back. Madame XXXXXX accommodated them. She read the Tarot cards perfectly. Got their husbands or wives back. Saved their lives from certain death. The testimonials poured in. People drove from far away states as her fame spread.
Her "dust" made the judge drop the charges. Very handsome men ended up with very ugly women that they didn't like and didn't know why. She laughed and spent their ignorant money.
I dismissed her as a fake until she "rooted" cousin Rachel and her evil boss suddenly came down with cancer of the anus. I found her "root working" so fascinating I did my Master's thesis on it.
Too bad I never knew, had no idea, she saved her best, her most diabolical soothsaying for me. No, she shouldn't have done that.
Now that she is caught, do you think she will ever say she is sorry? Perhaps she can't. If you ever let the devil take control of your life. If you ever sell your soul to Satan, you will catch hell trying to get it back. (pun intended)
If you are saved, if you have the Holy Ghost, you have nothing to fear. If you hang around her and you don't have GOD, if you don't have the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, you may have some trouble with her.
No, placating her will not help. Hate is hate, hate loves to hate. The devil is no respecter of man either.
Yea, you can continue to believe that she loves you. While you are believing you better check your stuff. Why can't you keep a boyfriend? Why can't you get married? Why can't you win a law suit? Why did your house burn down? Why does your head hurt all the time? Why does your baby stay sick? If you didn't have bad luck you would not have any luck at all.
"I'm just saying."
What were they in search of? Some wanted magic, some were looking for love. Most of the men wanted their "nature" back. Madame XXXXXX accommodated them. She read the Tarot cards perfectly. Got their husbands or wives back. Saved their lives from certain death. The testimonials poured in. People drove from far away states as her fame spread.
Her "dust" made the judge drop the charges. Very handsome men ended up with very ugly women that they didn't like and didn't know why. She laughed and spent their ignorant money.
I dismissed her as a fake until she "rooted" cousin Rachel and her evil boss suddenly came down with cancer of the anus. I found her "root working" so fascinating I did my Master's thesis on it.
Too bad I never knew, had no idea, she saved her best, her most diabolical soothsaying for me. No, she shouldn't have done that.
Now that she is caught, do you think she will ever say she is sorry? Perhaps she can't. If you ever let the devil take control of your life. If you ever sell your soul to Satan, you will catch hell trying to get it back. (pun intended)
If you are saved, if you have the Holy Ghost, you have nothing to fear. If you hang around her and you don't have GOD, if you don't have the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, you may have some trouble with her.
No, placating her will not help. Hate is hate, hate loves to hate. The devil is no respecter of man either.
Yea, you can continue to believe that she loves you. While you are believing you better check your stuff. Why can't you keep a boyfriend? Why can't you get married? Why can't you win a law suit? Why did your house burn down? Why does your head hurt all the time? Why does your baby stay sick? If you didn't have bad luck you would not have any luck at all.
"I'm just saying."
You felt good about it.
You were proud of it. You cussed and cursed me until you lost your voice, it became hoarse and raspy. You sure told me off, preached my funeral. There was only one problem, I was three years old! To this day you can't see anything wrong with what you did. I was running my mouth, telling your business to cousin Wright.
You fixed me good. You were proud of terrorizing me. It seems you finally found your equal, a "thing" you could abuse, a thing that could not fight you back, a thing that could not talk back. The fact that you held us captive in those woods just beyond granddaddy's house for what seemed like hours, proves you knew better. The fact you always did your dirtiest deeds out of the sight of adults proves you knew better.
I am sure of it. GOD's WORD assures me. I have been your target, your hunted prey for sixty years. All I can say is you are the foulest, sickest human being that ever lived. You foul scandalous horrid whore! You sick demented scankified slut! You were angry with me! hated me because I flipped out when I saw you having sex with all of those men. You refused to hate your sin, refused to despise your deed and put all of your energy into destroying me in secret. Always the coward you had to do your dirt under cover with the help of your simple minions.
You poor woman. What a terrible burden you have carried your whole life. Hating me was not the answer. Plotting against me was not the answer. Becoming a pretend "Christian" was not the answer.
The saddest fact of all you turned out to be what everyone always said you were, a common whore. Paying your admonishers back with secret voodoo, mayhem and murder was not the answer.
You are still the horrible repugnant woman you were always alleged to be. How sad. Yes, you did do some good. You did show some kindness to your cousins. They will always remember how you came to their rescue. You preached some fine sermons, claimed you healed some people. You restored some marriages and gave some helpful advice. You are still wicked and low down. I know you can't repent and won't.
I know that you know that you didn't have to do it. You didn't have to hunt me and try to destroy me. You did it because it felt good to you. You based all of your decisions in your life on what felt good to You!.
A word to the wise, don't do every thing that feels good. "Look well to your going."
I can not say that it was nice knowing you. I can not say I love you. I can say that I do NOT hate you. I can say "forgive me of my trespasses as I forgive those that trespass against me."
Granddaddy always told me that you were ignorant, he never told me that you were demonic. GOD did promise to deliver me from evil. He sure has and I thank him. You never loved me, never could and I thank you.
"Nothwithstanding I have a few things against thee, because thou sufferest that woman Jezebel, which calleth herself a prophetess, to teach and seduce my servants to commit fornication, and to eat things sacrificed unto idols. And I gave her space to repent of her fornication; and SHE REPENTED NOT!" Revelation 2:21
"Behold I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me." Revelation 3:20
I am truly sorry that you can't hear His voice.
Thank you for making me a "these are they". "These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb." Revelation 7: 14b
"For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall fed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of water: AND GOD SHALL WIPE AWAY ALL TEARS FROM THEIR EYES!" Revelation 7:17
You fixed me good. You were proud of terrorizing me. It seems you finally found your equal, a "thing" you could abuse, a thing that could not fight you back, a thing that could not talk back. The fact that you held us captive in those woods just beyond granddaddy's house for what seemed like hours, proves you knew better. The fact you always did your dirtiest deeds out of the sight of adults proves you knew better.
I am sure of it. GOD's WORD assures me. I have been your target, your hunted prey for sixty years. All I can say is you are the foulest, sickest human being that ever lived. You foul scandalous horrid whore! You sick demented scankified slut! You were angry with me! hated me because I flipped out when I saw you having sex with all of those men. You refused to hate your sin, refused to despise your deed and put all of your energy into destroying me in secret. Always the coward you had to do your dirt under cover with the help of your simple minions.
You poor woman. What a terrible burden you have carried your whole life. Hating me was not the answer. Plotting against me was not the answer. Becoming a pretend "Christian" was not the answer.
The saddest fact of all you turned out to be what everyone always said you were, a common whore. Paying your admonishers back with secret voodoo, mayhem and murder was not the answer.
You are still the horrible repugnant woman you were always alleged to be. How sad. Yes, you did do some good. You did show some kindness to your cousins. They will always remember how you came to their rescue. You preached some fine sermons, claimed you healed some people. You restored some marriages and gave some helpful advice. You are still wicked and low down. I know you can't repent and won't.
I know that you know that you didn't have to do it. You didn't have to hunt me and try to destroy me. You did it because it felt good to you. You based all of your decisions in your life on what felt good to You!.
A word to the wise, don't do every thing that feels good. "Look well to your going."
I can not say that it was nice knowing you. I can not say I love you. I can say that I do NOT hate you. I can say "forgive me of my trespasses as I forgive those that trespass against me."
Granddaddy always told me that you were ignorant, he never told me that you were demonic. GOD did promise to deliver me from evil. He sure has and I thank him. You never loved me, never could and I thank you.
"Nothwithstanding I have a few things against thee, because thou sufferest that woman Jezebel, which calleth herself a prophetess, to teach and seduce my servants to commit fornication, and to eat things sacrificed unto idols. And I gave her space to repent of her fornication; and SHE REPENTED NOT!" Revelation 2:21
"Behold I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me." Revelation 3:20
I am truly sorry that you can't hear His voice.
Thank you for making me a "these are they". "These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb." Revelation 7: 14b
"For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall fed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of water: AND GOD SHALL WIPE AWAY ALL TEARS FROM THEIR EYES!" Revelation 7:17
Yes this world...
can get scary, frightening, terrorizing. That is why GOD gave us His WORD; "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." Psalm 23:4 He has been with me every step of the way. When I should have been terrified out of my mind I didn't have sense enough to know that I was in mortal danger. For sixty years I have loved an absolute demon controlled monstrosity and I didn't even know it. Praise the LORD!
"The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?" Psalm 27:1
"Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all." Psalm 34:19
"What shall we then say to these things? If GOD be for us, who can be against us?" Romans 8:31
"I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living." Psalm 27:13
"Give them according to their deeds, and according to the wickedness of their endeavors: give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert." Psalm 28:4
"Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered." Psalm 32:1
No wonder you said you didn't care who went to your funeral. Only you know how absolutely sick and depraved you are.
My LORD! My LORD! GOD did the kindest thing He could. He spared us. He blinded us. We could not see. GOD would not let you go without revealing you though.
My LORD! My LORD! save us from this reprehensible sin. To GOD be the GLORY.
"Fair the well, fair the well." There is no point in my saying another word to you. You came to this earth and did all the mischief that you could. Led as many astray as you could. You are leaving here as ignorant and as demonic as you ever lived.
We will share horror stories for many years. Some of the stories are actually quite funny, some not so funny and some unbearable.
I wrote two more poems for you;
"Sometimes Dying is easier than Crying"
"You have never cried until you have cried on the inside.
The experience is far worse than anything you can imagine.
Your organs just can not absorb the excruciating pain.
I know it is just simpler to cry on the outside, to let all your feelings out
and reveal your suffering to the world
But I must cry on the inside
I cry on the inside to hide my humiliation,
my feeble attempt to conceal an unjustified injury."
"Mathy"
"Mathy you're a dead end street going nowhere
You are the dime lost in a bum candy machine
Mathy you came to me with a no money back guarantee
You're like the "corner" in an empty wine bottle...
not enough to make you high, just enough to make your breath stink!
Mathy you didn't do me no good
you just did what you could."
"Fair the well"
"The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?" Psalm 27:1
"Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all." Psalm 34:19
"What shall we then say to these things? If GOD be for us, who can be against us?" Romans 8:31
"I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living." Psalm 27:13
"Give them according to their deeds, and according to the wickedness of their endeavors: give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert." Psalm 28:4
"Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered." Psalm 32:1
No wonder you said you didn't care who went to your funeral. Only you know how absolutely sick and depraved you are.
My LORD! My LORD! GOD did the kindest thing He could. He spared us. He blinded us. We could not see. GOD would not let you go without revealing you though.
My LORD! My LORD! save us from this reprehensible sin. To GOD be the GLORY.
"Fair the well, fair the well." There is no point in my saying another word to you. You came to this earth and did all the mischief that you could. Led as many astray as you could. You are leaving here as ignorant and as demonic as you ever lived.
We will share horror stories for many years. Some of the stories are actually quite funny, some not so funny and some unbearable.
I wrote two more poems for you;
"Sometimes Dying is easier than Crying"
"You have never cried until you have cried on the inside.
The experience is far worse than anything you can imagine.
Your organs just can not absorb the excruciating pain.
I know it is just simpler to cry on the outside, to let all your feelings out
and reveal your suffering to the world
But I must cry on the inside
I cry on the inside to hide my humiliation,
my feeble attempt to conceal an unjustified injury."
"Mathy"
"Mathy you're a dead end street going nowhere
You are the dime lost in a bum candy machine
Mathy you came to me with a no money back guarantee
You're like the "corner" in an empty wine bottle...
not enough to make you high, just enough to make your breath stink!
Mathy you didn't do me no good
you just did what you could."
"Fair the well"
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