Peter Tosh - Reggae Mylitis

"Obedience is better than sacrifice"

"Hear me and hear me well!" YOU CAN'T FOOL GOD!  If you want to be blessed by The Almighty you must OBEY His WORD!  Every WORD, not just some of it.

Read 1 Samuel 15: 22-23.  "Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, And to heed than the fat of rams, For rebellion is as the sin of WITCHCRAFT, And stubbornness is as iniquity and idolatry."

Stop your foolishness!  Every other word out of your wicked mouth is "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus"  Just who do you think you are fooling?

If you want to be blessed, you have to Live Right!  GOD told you not to fornicate.  You do it any way, talking about "GOD know my heart"  "I just can't control my nature."  "You can't miss what you can't measure so go on and have a little pleasure."

Then you have the **** nerve to get mad with GOD and the entire world when that one moment of pleasure causes you no end of grief.  Get a grip.

He told you not to envy, not to covet.   But that's all you do.  Someone you "love" gets a new house, a new car, they look better than you, they have more money, or more education.  You grin in their face and stab them in the back.  Your sick devious mind tells you to "fix" them.  You set your "stank eye" on them.  You pray and hope for their failure while still calling them on the phone, sending them "gifts".  Your "love" is as fake as you are.

Tortured by your low station in life, you plot, you plan to bring them down.  Desperate, you turn to WITCHCRAFT.  You are the most ignorant dim-witted reprobate that ever lived!

Now you are caught red handed!  Do you repent, do you ask for forgiveness?  No, you pretend to be offended.  You pretend to be hurt and disappointed.  "Po' me.  Nobody understands me.  Eva'body lies on me.  Nobody likes me 'cause I'm yalla and got good hair.  Eva'body is jealous of me because I'm smarter, got big legs, got a flat butt like a white woman.  Po' me!"

You know the WORD.  GOD's WORD is just not for you.  It's for everyone else.  Yes, you sure can preach the WORD.  You can get people to their feet hooping and hollering.  You don't tell them that you want no part of His WORD.  You don't dare tell them that you could not possibly care less about anything in that book.  Secretly you think real believers are a bunch of losers.  That's why you made it your appointed duty to make them suffer.

So you put on a act, a sweet "motherly" persona.  "I'm jest sending up timber, trying to make heben my home. Prise de LAWD! Thanky Geezus."

Still consumed with hatred and jealousy you plot.  You go to your "Lost Book of Moses" , search for another spell.  "I'm coming to see ya'" ; you announce so "motherly".  You arrive with your suitcase loaded with your "goofer dust".  "He too lucky.  She think too much of hursef"  You reason in your sick diabolical mind.  "I'll fix hur a**."

"Dey duh cause of all my misery!  N***** all up in my bizness.  Dat's why I ain't got nuttin'.  Dem n***** always ova her wid dey beggin' a**.  I can't have nuttin' for having to hep black a** n**** churen."

You know you are lying.  You know you are a sorry low life common reprobate.  But, you like it, you prefer it.  It is fun to you.  You laugh at all the pain you have caused (secretly).  You feel better.  You think you are winning.  "She thank she so smart!  Black bastard a** trying to go to graduate school, trying to be a pro-fess-ah.  I'll fix that little black b*****.  Daddy thank so much of hur.  I'll fix both of'um.  Maybe if he hadda bragged on me lak he do hur I wudda been somebody."

"To obey is better than sacrifice."  You don't want to hear it.  You do feel guilty, tainted, nasty, unworthy.  So you try to clean up your act.  "I'll preach!  GAWD will be happy den.  I will impress people den.  People will look up to me.   People will seek my advise (and i'm sho' gon' lead them astray furst chance I git).  I'm sorry and worthless and I know it.  But you better not say it!  You better not think it!  I'll put another "root" on ya'!"

"I ain't got to change.  Dem n***** too dumb to catch on!  Dey ain't gon' listen to hur!  She black as tar!  She ain't got no money!  She ain't got s***!  She can kiss my natcul yalla a**!  Ain't no GAWD no way.  Stupid n*****.  But, imma keep pretending I'm saved, gon' keep preaching and play lak I'm serving duh LAWD jest in case dey is.  He-he-he! ain't I slick.   Ain't but three of'um eva' caught on'tuh me.  Dat d*** daddy, that ungrateful black a** dawthur and dat blind a** cousin.  He-he-he! Me and duh debil sho' make a good team."

How do I know Mathy Jane?  GOD revealed it to me.  No He didn't reveal you yesterday, or last month.   GOD revealed you to me when I was three years old!

What a Mighty GOD I serve!

"Let your conscience be your guide." ; the late great Jerome Walters.

Stay in His WORD children.  Read and study your Bible everyday!  Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."

May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Peace engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch)

Solomon Burke - Cry To Me (Original Stereo)

Never be ashamed of your tears

"The mo' you cry duh less you piss!" she spewed.  As if I didn't know how much she hated me.  I was eight years old, captured, imprisoned by a black hearted sadistic demon.  I knew the b**** hated me.  I always knew.  There was never  any doubt in my mind.  The truth was I didn't like her a** much either.

"Common!"  I was a child and had sense enough to be repulsed by her proclivities.  She said I was too dark, too black to love.  That's not why.  My father rejected her.  He couldn't marry a whore.  Not one that had her lovers after him, trying to shoot him, to fight him.

Why couldn't she get it?  There is no way to be a slick whore.  She thought it was unfair, the way men could be whores and women couldn't.  There was and still is a double standard.  It might not be fair.  But, it is the way of our world.   She claimed she hated me, my brothers, my family.  In truth it was herself that she hated.  I think she really hated being so promiscuous.  But she couldn't help it.  She was beautiful.  Men did hound her.  She could never hold her liquor.  Some cousin from Detroit told her that she was "sitting on a gold mine".

Lazy as a dog because her dark skinned mother never made her do a lick of work. "I didn't hit a lick at a black snake."  Never did an honest days work.  She was looking for a short cut to success.  Why work, read a book or study if you could make money on your back?  Wrong choice.  Didn't she know she was going to be talked about, scorned?

You can't have baby after illegitimate baby in a small town and think you are not going to be talked about.  Did she think XXX XXX was going to marry her at sixteen?  Did he lie to her? Did he trick her?  Or was she trying to trick him?  He was fine! Pure-tee beautiful!  The man was movie star fine. The only thing he ever gave her was a pretty baby.

She was sixteen and ruined (so she thought).  Did she decide to fix the world, to ruin everyone in her world because she was ruined?  One thing for sure, she vowed to never cry.  And never has.  She'll make you cry, but she won't cry.  I guess tears are a sign of weakness to her.

I cry now.  She stopped me from crying at age eight.  I tried to make myself hard.  I was a tough little nut.  I was violent.  In my youth I used to carry a pistol every where I went in Atlanta.  I had a nice little feminine carrying case for my .38 H/R.  I would pull it on you.  I would slap it in your face.  We laughed and called it a "great equalizer" .  It more than made up for my petiteness .

People in my family are known for carrying guns and shooting people.  "Don't mess wid dem Walters, dem niggas are crazy and they will shoot to kill."  They say my great grandmother Mary was famous for shooting at niggas. As was her mother before her.

One day I started crying.  I can't remember the exact day.  This hardened little violent woman softened, begged GOD for forgiveness.  Gave away my gun.  I discovered GOD's WORD was mightier than any pistol loaded with hollow point bullets.

I cry.  So what? "Jesus wept."

"Your bounds are set"

"Your bounds are set."  My grandfather told me that often.  I listened intently, made  a point to remember it, but I had no idea what he meant.  As the years slipped by I gained a little more understanding.  Jerome Walters was a firm believer in predestination.

 I gained a fuller understanding of that concept in college while studying the great philosophers and scholars of the church.  I was always amazed by my grandfather's brilliance.   He was truly one of the greatest thinkers of our universe.  He never became a rich man or famous but he was prosperous.  He could lend and not borrow.  When he "loaned" you money he really gave.  He never expected or cared if you paid him back.  It never crossed his mind.  GOD never let him lack for anything.

He did leave an inheritance for his family just as Biblical prophesy says a good man should.  He was in covenant with GOD just like the prophet Abraham but suffered like Job.

I often cry when I reflect upon the tragedies that befell his life.  His seventeen year old son was brutally murdered and died in his arms.  He had a son that committed murder and a wayward daughter.

My grandfather is still with me, tall and handsome, regal.  He was a prince among men.  If you met him you would love him.  He would greet you with a loving kiss.  If he shook your hand his grip was strong and firm.  Not the wet noodle handshake you get from so many people.

He deserved a better family. He deserved a better life.  That is totally my opinion.  GOD knows best.  But we all suffer don't we?  It doesn't matter how much money you have, what color you are or where you live.  You struggle through the birth canal to be born.  You come here kicking and screaming.  Some people never stop.  They have to kick and scream all through their miserable lives.  Some think they are "blessed".  Most pretend to be blessed.

The truth is we don't know.  We can't know.  We look, we see, we judge.  We judge you by your clothes, your speech, your wealth or lack there of.  GOD told us not to judge but we do it anyway.

So many people look at my "mother" and truly believe she has it all together.  The look upon her sitting high up in the pulpit, well dressed and perfectly coiffed.  Little do they know.  How could they know she is nothing short of the evilest demon that ever roamed the earth.

Impressed by her eloquent speech and brilliant performance they forget what Jesus said;"ye shall know them by their fruit."  A true con artist she will make you forget her "fruit".  She will make you glad to be in her company.  She is that woman in Ezekiel 13:21-23.  She did successfully blind people with her kerchiefs.  She did hunt and destroy the innocent.  She did make the hearts of the righteous sad with her lies.  She did strengthen the hand of the wicked.  She did prevent so many from salvation.  GOD  has delivered His children out of her hands.  She will know that the LORD is the LORD, and not many days from now.

She is that woman in Revelation 2: 20- 29.  She did call herself a prophetess and she did teach and seduce GOD's servants to commit fornication.  GOD did  give her space and time to repent of her fornication and she repented not.

It really doesn't matter what side you are on in this debate.  You can believe me and heed.  You can repent of your deeds and know that GOD will give you "the morning star" or you can suffer great tribulation and die.  The choice is yours.

You can laugh at me and scoff.  You can continue to rebuff, revile and slander my name for her sake.  Or you can know the truth.   "Your bounds are set."

"Let he that hath ears hear"

Stay in His WORD children.  Study it, tattoo it upon your heart.  Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."

May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Peace engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the proud granddaughter of Jerome Walters a brilliant Patriarch)

Alpha Blondy - Wish You Were Here

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