I am alright with it. I accept it. My "mother" is an evil perverted demon possessed reprobate that hates me with a passion. My entire family (all except my daughter and one nephew) chose her over me. Some may be fooled, some share in her perversion. What ever the reason, I am o.k. with it.
She will never repent or come to know Christ in the pardoning of her sins. She thought she was so smart, so beautiful, so perfect, she made all of the wrong choices. I am a motherless child. My mother rejected me, refused to love me, preferred to pretend to just so she could destroy me. My grandmother died when I was three. No matter what , I had a wonderful grandfather that proudly "mothered" me. He taught me how to groom myself, cook, sew, garden, read, extrapolate. He taught me to love myself, to walk proudly and to never give up. He taught me to fight my enemies back with prayer, to never give up on GOD.
My "mother" is so evil she is rotting in her sick hatred for the deeds that she cunningly blames on others. Proud of her cruelty she finds and proclaims a good reason for every deed. She is not ashamed, she is in fact very proud. I will not be afraid of her and I will not let her invalidate my pain. I will not keep silent. There are far too many such women in this world. Wrecking havoc, ruining would be men and women. A liar, a cheater, she gets her hands on the baby before it has a chance to form. Before it knows the difference between right and wrong. She indoctrinates it with filth and self hatred. Martha and her kind are the worse human beings anyone could ever encounter. She is a monster, a man eater.
I pray that my brothers come to the knowledge of Jesus Christ, learn to trust Him. I pray that they rid themselves of the awful fear she has inculcated. I pray daily for their freedom. I pray that they learn to love themselves, something she never let us do.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember:"Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster, (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
"Don't let anybody dumb you up!"
That advice was given to me by my grandfather, over and over. I understood full well what he meant. He knew that my mother was ferocious and intimidating. She was a fast talker, very vulgar and vicious. He knew her two edged tongue would cut a man down to nothing.
She always had a ready lie and the ability to misinterpret the Bible to fit her agenda. She told me that I wasn't s***! I am glad that I never believed her. It actually infuriated me. I wasn't dumb enough to talk back. But, I was determined to prove her wrong. The more I achieved, the madder she got. She must be pretty pissed right now. Good!
There are so many sorry men on this earth. My grandfather called them "blow flies". "Dey jest lay dey eggs and blow off. Any man can make a baby. Making babies don't prove you a man. A man provides for his churin', leaves them an inheritance."
My grandfather left an inheritance. He left land and a house. But more importantly he left a legacy of wisdom and prophetic understanding. His daughter wants no part of it. I will not be a part of her fantasy, debauchery and serious lack of understanding. She will not dumb me up!
My grandfather left me and inheritance and I am going to glory in it. All those those that wish to remain in captivity with a known dummy, be my guest. All those blind enough and refuse to recognize the fact that she is pure evil and MURDERED my grandfather, you will get what you deserve.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
She always had a ready lie and the ability to misinterpret the Bible to fit her agenda. She told me that I wasn't s***! I am glad that I never believed her. It actually infuriated me. I wasn't dumb enough to talk back. But, I was determined to prove her wrong. The more I achieved, the madder she got. She must be pretty pissed right now. Good!
There are so many sorry men on this earth. My grandfather called them "blow flies". "Dey jest lay dey eggs and blow off. Any man can make a baby. Making babies don't prove you a man. A man provides for his churin', leaves them an inheritance."
My grandfather left an inheritance. He left land and a house. But more importantly he left a legacy of wisdom and prophetic understanding. His daughter wants no part of it. I will not be a part of her fantasy, debauchery and serious lack of understanding. She will not dumb me up!
My grandfather left me and inheritance and I am going to glory in it. All those those that wish to remain in captivity with a known dummy, be my guest. All those blind enough and refuse to recognize the fact that she is pure evil and MURDERED my grandfather, you will get what you deserve.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Sunday, July 8, 2012
I will not suffer in silence
You may be fool enough to brag, to claim that you are happy about my pain. But, I will not suffer in silence. I will tell. No, most may not care. But, some will. You will not get away with your secret demonic life because it is too painful, too dreadful to know.
I know and you know. You know that I know and you can not care less. That means you are not human. That means that you don't have a shred of decency in you. That means you are a complete sham, a total phony.
How disgusting! How do you do it? How do you get up in a pulpit claiming to love Jesus, knowing full well every word that comes out of your mouth is a complete lie? How did you do it? How could you shoot your loving father in the heart and never flinch?
You had me driving a car without brakes for months hoping I would die in a car crash. Jesus saved me. I continue to search for that perfect peace my grandfather had. I know that I have to pray for it. I know that you will never find it.
How could you get so lost? How could you fall so low? Witchcraft! "From such stay away!" Read your Bible children.
I know and you know. You know that I know and you can not care less. That means you are not human. That means that you don't have a shred of decency in you. That means you are a complete sham, a total phony.
How disgusting! How do you do it? How do you get up in a pulpit claiming to love Jesus, knowing full well every word that comes out of your mouth is a complete lie? How did you do it? How could you shoot your loving father in the heart and never flinch?
You had me driving a car without brakes for months hoping I would die in a car crash. Jesus saved me. I continue to search for that perfect peace my grandfather had. I know that I have to pray for it. I know that you will never find it.
How could you get so lost? How could you fall so low? Witchcraft! "From such stay away!" Read your Bible children.
No, I don't know
what tomorrow holds, but I do know who holds tomorrow. I know that old succubus has made our lives, my life, a living hell! A demon so depraved she still refuses to come kicking and screaming to GOD's Truth.
If she is what I needed to find GOD, thank you Jesus! GOD knows what I needed in my life. Our world is crawling with evil in high places. Study the book of Ephesians. "Know ye the Truth and the Truth will set you free."
Never be ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Never suffer a demon and wait on her to die. You can not appease her. She is too selfish. She can never be satisfied.
If she is what I needed to find GOD, thank you Jesus! GOD knows what I needed in my life. Our world is crawling with evil in high places. Study the book of Ephesians. "Know ye the Truth and the Truth will set you free."
Never be ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Never suffer a demon and wait on her to die. You can not appease her. She is too selfish. She can never be satisfied.
So excited!
Please listen to the song I posted "Somewhere to lay my head" by the Highway QC's. That was one of my grandfather's favorite gospel records. He had a .45 (rpm) record that he played on a little box shaped record player in his little quaint, sparse living room in his house (totally debt free, no mortgage) sitting on his sixty-five acres of land in Wade, North Carolina, Route #1, Box #1, Godwin, North Carolina.
Listening to that song brings back so many good memories, good smells, brilliant life lessons and tremendous pride. I am the direct offspring of a great man. A very wise and wonderful man. I want the world to know it. I strut like a peacock, crow like a batam rooster. I am proud, excited as we approach the 118 birthday anniversary of the birth of a great Patriarch. (July 12, 1894)
My grandfather was a good father, a great grandfather. He was the epitome of what every man should be. You told me how he sucked the mucus out of your nostrils when you were an infant. Sucked the mucus out with his mouth because he did not have an aspirator. Now, that's love. He never, not one time , told you I told you so, as you made tragic mistake after tragic mistake , year after year. He had to tire of you because I know I did. He loved you. No, matter what you did. No matter what sick selfish trick you pulled, he loved you anyway. Perhaps that is why I held on so long.
It was my grandfather that advised me to love you, to always help you. Maybe he was blind. Maybe he held on to hope too long. You tried to murder him when you were sixteen, but he held on. You tricked him out of his hard earned tobacco farming money year after year. An occupation you foolishly disdained.
When I listen to that song I see that good man, tall and regal, gentle and kind. Unfortunately he was plagued by the same demon that still menaces and holds my entire family hostage. I can only do what my grandfather always did, pray for them, pray for you. He read and studied his Bible. He knew better than to fear a demon. "Though he slay me, yet shall I serve the LORD."
I figured you out demon. I haven't heard from you since. True, you are perverted, but it was never sexual pleasure that you wanted. You demanded my joy. (Our joy) Why? Because you have none. You have things, but you are void of joy. You can't have any joy because you don't have Jesus. You can't have Jesus because Jesus will not dwell in an unclean spirit. Your spirit is worse than unclean, you are tormented by that demon you invited to dwell in you. I will not be intimidated by you and your kind.
You are double minded, twisted, confused, deaf and blind. But, more than anything you are afraid. You suffer from tremendous fear that you insist that I share in. I will not! You are nothing to fear. You have no power. You have no love to give me. You have no wisdom to share. I do feel sorry for you and I pray for you. You caustically lacerated me with "Yo' prayers don't go pass yo' head!" How would you know? Where do your prayers go? GOD is not fooled by your fine robe or your sermons that you found on the Internet or Rev. Robinson's prayer that you memorized.
Woman you sure made me suffer. But, you went too far. You went for the over kill. Why couldn't you stop? Who ever heard of an 86 year old demon pretending to be a preacher? Hating me because I knew your truth. Hating me for managing to find some joy in life despite you. Turn that sick hatred on yourself and rid yourself of that awful demon that plagues you and always has.
Call me names, throw your fiery darts. You will not win. You commented on the smile on my grandfather's face as he lay dead in his casket . He did look content. He was suffering, forced to live out his life with your demonic psychotic a**. He only had one leg and he was feeble. Yes, he was glad to go. But one thing about it, he had somewhere to lay his head. You, don't. You are hell bound. No, you are already in hell. I refuse to remain in the hell you created for me. I don't like you that much. I no longer fear you. Your goofer dust is not working. People that hate and revile me on your account don't mean much to me anyway.
You can't have my joy devil. Yes I'm black. But, I'm black and beautiful. Yea, I am a bastard, but I am not an "illegitimate" child. I am a child of GOD with illegitimate parents,. You did successfully snatch a lot of dreams from me but evidently GOD had another purpose for my life.
You robbed your entire family of joy and happiness. You ruined, maimed and destroyed. But, what did you get? You are still not happy. You will never be happy until you gain the strength and courage to accept GOD's Truth.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember;"Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace,Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Listening to that song brings back so many good memories, good smells, brilliant life lessons and tremendous pride. I am the direct offspring of a great man. A very wise and wonderful man. I want the world to know it. I strut like a peacock, crow like a batam rooster. I am proud, excited as we approach the 118 birthday anniversary of the birth of a great Patriarch. (July 12, 1894)
My grandfather was a good father, a great grandfather. He was the epitome of what every man should be. You told me how he sucked the mucus out of your nostrils when you were an infant. Sucked the mucus out with his mouth because he did not have an aspirator. Now, that's love. He never, not one time , told you I told you so, as you made tragic mistake after tragic mistake , year after year. He had to tire of you because I know I did. He loved you. No, matter what you did. No matter what sick selfish trick you pulled, he loved you anyway. Perhaps that is why I held on so long.
It was my grandfather that advised me to love you, to always help you. Maybe he was blind. Maybe he held on to hope too long. You tried to murder him when you were sixteen, but he held on. You tricked him out of his hard earned tobacco farming money year after year. An occupation you foolishly disdained.
When I listen to that song I see that good man, tall and regal, gentle and kind. Unfortunately he was plagued by the same demon that still menaces and holds my entire family hostage. I can only do what my grandfather always did, pray for them, pray for you. He read and studied his Bible. He knew better than to fear a demon. "Though he slay me, yet shall I serve the LORD."
I figured you out demon. I haven't heard from you since. True, you are perverted, but it was never sexual pleasure that you wanted. You demanded my joy. (Our joy) Why? Because you have none. You have things, but you are void of joy. You can't have any joy because you don't have Jesus. You can't have Jesus because Jesus will not dwell in an unclean spirit. Your spirit is worse than unclean, you are tormented by that demon you invited to dwell in you. I will not be intimidated by you and your kind.
You are double minded, twisted, confused, deaf and blind. But, more than anything you are afraid. You suffer from tremendous fear that you insist that I share in. I will not! You are nothing to fear. You have no power. You have no love to give me. You have no wisdom to share. I do feel sorry for you and I pray for you. You caustically lacerated me with "Yo' prayers don't go pass yo' head!" How would you know? Where do your prayers go? GOD is not fooled by your fine robe or your sermons that you found on the Internet or Rev. Robinson's prayer that you memorized.
Woman you sure made me suffer. But, you went too far. You went for the over kill. Why couldn't you stop? Who ever heard of an 86 year old demon pretending to be a preacher? Hating me because I knew your truth. Hating me for managing to find some joy in life despite you. Turn that sick hatred on yourself and rid yourself of that awful demon that plagues you and always has.
Call me names, throw your fiery darts. You will not win. You commented on the smile on my grandfather's face as he lay dead in his casket . He did look content. He was suffering, forced to live out his life with your demonic psychotic a**. He only had one leg and he was feeble. Yes, he was glad to go. But one thing about it, he had somewhere to lay his head. You, don't. You are hell bound. No, you are already in hell. I refuse to remain in the hell you created for me. I don't like you that much. I no longer fear you. Your goofer dust is not working. People that hate and revile me on your account don't mean much to me anyway.
You can't have my joy devil. Yes I'm black. But, I'm black and beautiful. Yea, I am a bastard, but I am not an "illegitimate" child. I am a child of GOD with illegitimate parents,. You did successfully snatch a lot of dreams from me but evidently GOD had another purpose for my life.
You robbed your entire family of joy and happiness. You ruined, maimed and destroyed. But, what did you get? You are still not happy. You will never be happy until you gain the strength and courage to accept GOD's Truth.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember;"Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace,Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Choices
Life is all about choices. Living for Christ is a choice. Pretending to live for Christ while reeking of abominable sin is a choice also. No matter what your choice is you have to live with it. No matter how carefully you crafted your evil deeds they are going to be known. The world must know that some people make very wrong choices that they foolishly refuse to learn from. There are some people so arrogant, so full of pride, they will never be wrong, never be corrected.
Worse yet there are some people that hate the people they targeted and punished with unspeakable evil for making the right choices. That's you Martha. A total dummy that just knew her good looks, perfect teeth, white skin and "good hair" was a permanent pass to do as she pleased. Your cunning brain, quick lying tongue enhanced with "witchcraft" was the perfect formula for a good life.
You can take the blinders off now and finally recognize that you were never winning. You were simply digging a demonic hole so deep and so wide that you may never climb out. You took a lot of good people with you. But, I came to tell them, if they will just put their hand in the hand of the Master, He will pull them out. He will take their deep shame and humiliation. They will know that they were never at fault. They will know that their "mother" was so sick and depraved she deliberated sold them into captivity for a few dollars, for the fun of it. Just to see them suffer. A woman whose brain got twisted. A woman who thought she was being clever selling her soul to Satan.
I climbed out of that hole. I refuse to be content just saving myself. You must be "outed". The world must know of the closeted demons that flood our churches and impress the simple with their fair speeches. You are a great orator. That is a sure fact. I do not believe a better liar has ever lived. The unfortunate fact is you are a fallen woman rank with hatred and jealousy. Hatred and jealousy you cleverly hid very successfully for 86 years. Your time is up Martha. No, you never have to come clean. You can stand there looking like a fool with the blood dripping off of your jowls, the daggers still in your hands. Stand there looking puzzled pretending to be shocked.
You are going to get exactly what you deserve. Continue to hide behind your blind minions. They can't help you. You have rendered them powerless and clueless. Pray. Pray that what you did to others does not happen to you. "Homelessness" is your forte. You love to make people lose their homes. It gives you great pleasure to see your love ones suffer when their house burns to the ground or when they find themselves in dire financial straights.
Lets recall for one minute. I won a house. You hated. Soon a black gooey substance was sliding down the walls. You were happy, delighted. Not too long after your son's house burned to the ground. And another son lost his house, and another son and another son . "He gon' lose dat house!...He gon' lose dat house!" you proclaimed over and over. Gleefully you shared his shame with the entire world.
Lets not forget your brother/"husband" bought a house and land, tried to leave you and was suddenly stricken with the most painful illness any human being could suffer.
What if you start reaping what you sowed? There is no "what if " concerning GOD's WORD. Yes, you are cleaver. You had a 26 year head start over me. I finally caught up to you. I finally gained the courage to admit the truth about you. "Daddy said dat boy sure quar." I figured out why you spread that lie. Shame on you, Doster and LXXXXXX FXXXXX. "He look lak my mama's people" You and WXXXXXX BXXXXX know why you had to spread that lie. "Gwen, she a sneaky snake." No, you are the sneaky snake Martha. You will not pin your sick demonic sins on me.
You made a lot of wrong choices Martha. They are coming home to roost. May the Dear LORD have mercy on your sick demonic soul.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD"s Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster ( the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Worse yet there are some people that hate the people they targeted and punished with unspeakable evil for making the right choices. That's you Martha. A total dummy that just knew her good looks, perfect teeth, white skin and "good hair" was a permanent pass to do as she pleased. Your cunning brain, quick lying tongue enhanced with "witchcraft" was the perfect formula for a good life.
You can take the blinders off now and finally recognize that you were never winning. You were simply digging a demonic hole so deep and so wide that you may never climb out. You took a lot of good people with you. But, I came to tell them, if they will just put their hand in the hand of the Master, He will pull them out. He will take their deep shame and humiliation. They will know that they were never at fault. They will know that their "mother" was so sick and depraved she deliberated sold them into captivity for a few dollars, for the fun of it. Just to see them suffer. A woman whose brain got twisted. A woman who thought she was being clever selling her soul to Satan.
I climbed out of that hole. I refuse to be content just saving myself. You must be "outed". The world must know of the closeted demons that flood our churches and impress the simple with their fair speeches. You are a great orator. That is a sure fact. I do not believe a better liar has ever lived. The unfortunate fact is you are a fallen woman rank with hatred and jealousy. Hatred and jealousy you cleverly hid very successfully for 86 years. Your time is up Martha. No, you never have to come clean. You can stand there looking like a fool with the blood dripping off of your jowls, the daggers still in your hands. Stand there looking puzzled pretending to be shocked.
You are going to get exactly what you deserve. Continue to hide behind your blind minions. They can't help you. You have rendered them powerless and clueless. Pray. Pray that what you did to others does not happen to you. "Homelessness" is your forte. You love to make people lose their homes. It gives you great pleasure to see your love ones suffer when their house burns to the ground or when they find themselves in dire financial straights.
Lets recall for one minute. I won a house. You hated. Soon a black gooey substance was sliding down the walls. You were happy, delighted. Not too long after your son's house burned to the ground. And another son lost his house, and another son and another son . "He gon' lose dat house!...He gon' lose dat house!" you proclaimed over and over. Gleefully you shared his shame with the entire world.
Lets not forget your brother/"husband" bought a house and land, tried to leave you and was suddenly stricken with the most painful illness any human being could suffer.
What if you start reaping what you sowed? There is no "what if " concerning GOD's WORD. Yes, you are cleaver. You had a 26 year head start over me. I finally caught up to you. I finally gained the courage to admit the truth about you. "Daddy said dat boy sure quar." I figured out why you spread that lie. Shame on you, Doster and LXXXXXX FXXXXX. "He look lak my mama's people" You and WXXXXXX BXXXXX know why you had to spread that lie. "Gwen, she a sneaky snake." No, you are the sneaky snake Martha. You will not pin your sick demonic sins on me.
You made a lot of wrong choices Martha. They are coming home to roost. May the Dear LORD have mercy on your sick demonic soul.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD"s Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster ( the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
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