The term "common sense" is actually a misnomer. "Common sense" is not common, meaning a lot of people don't have it. Something simple, elementary, logical and decent eludes , dare I say it, most people.
All people want to be blessed. Many people pray daily for GOD's blessings. We crowd into churches, temples, synagogues, mosques begging our GOD for a blessing.
If you really want to be blessed dare to bless someone else. Allow that Christ like spirit to dwell in you. Beam and radiate with it. Let it show on your countenance. Read your Bible. You will be so blessed, you will not have room for your blessings.
On my sixty-one year journey on this earth I have found that most of the people I encountered suffer with extreme jealousy. Their envy is on automatic. I think it stems from low self-esteem. Low self-esteem stems from a lack of faith or weak faith. My time on this planet revealed that most of the people I know are "deceived believers". They really think that they are Christians simply because they profess to be. They have "religion" but they don't have Christ.
Then there are some hardened criminals, disciples for Satan, hiding in the church. You can spot them a mile away. They don't have an aura. They don't have the countenance. Something about their walk is not right. "From such stay away."
None of us can help how we came into this world. We certainly can not pick our parents. If you had the good fortune to be blessed with loving parents, thank the LORD and live your life blessing others. If you are a person like me, born to the worse possible mother on earth. Hurry up an catch on, move on and salvage as much joy as you can.
Do know that you can't fix that demon. If she opens her mouth, trust GOD, she is lying. There is no good in her. I used to hear my grandfather say; "If you got a dog dat suck eggs, you got to get shed of'um. He ain't gon' nevah stop."
Once Martha smashed that puppy between two bricks she was hooked for life. She enjoys inflicting excruciating pain. It trills her. She is a sadist. Only a sadist could blow her father's heart out and laugh, find joy. It is a hideous truth. It is a fact. I have proof. I have infallible proof. Every day of my life. For some strange reason all of us carry and ugly scar from where we were severely burned under her watch.
She slammed my hand in a car door when I was a child. The ***** convinced me that I did it. Over and over, year after year, from the hot soapy enemas to working roots on me in my old age. I will not give up the right for the wrong. I will not keep my mouth shut.
Martha is an evil "stanking" **** that GOD released over to a reprobate mind over seventy years ago. She made the choice. She deliberated chose evil over good. She thinks she is the most brilliant woman that ever lived. There is no good in her . She has no power "From such stay away."
That woman is common. She is not as smart as she thinks she is. One thing for sure she is not smarter than GOD. "Would a man rob GOD?" More precisely, can a man rob GOD? She has used her beauty and deceitful cunning to ruin my entire family for eighty-six years.
She credits her superior intelligence, cunning and witchcraft. The poor foolish woman still thinks she won. She may never know how much she lost. She has a sick diabolical life that she is ashamed to claim. She can't come to Christ because she lacks "common sense".
She is a nasty *****, not because she was raped at eight years old. She is a common nasty ***** because that was her choice. Foolishly believing she could do exactly as she pleased, when she pleased and bully and intimidate people into accepting her lies. I REFUSE!
Frankly I am sick of her and ashamed of her. I am tired of fighting with her, begging and cajoling her. I will never tire of praying for her. Jesus told us to pray for our enemies, to love them. I must admit I still have a hard time with that command.
When I think about it I know full well it is the right thing to do. "Love your enemies. Pray for them that despitefully use you." She despitefully used me alright. She used every one that ever loved her. She has no love in her heart for anyone. She is the loser. GOD wants no part of her in the state she is in. If she would confess, come clean, she could walk right into the kingdom. She knows that, but she is so corrupt, so rotten, so void of "common sense" she will choose to rot in hell. Her minions will rot there with her. Foolishly blaming me, hating me. I wanted a "good mother" too. I pretended too. I went a long with her fantasy as long as I could. She got old and started slipping, starting telling on herself. She forced me to know the truth. Truth I knew all along.
"Blessed are you when men hate you, And when they exclude you, And revile you, and cast out your name as evil, For the Son of Man's sake. Rejoice in that Day and leap for joy." Luke 6: 22-23 NKJV
I'm leaping for joy! Praise the LORD. GOD saved me! GOD saved me form the most wicked, cunning ,diabolical woman the world has ever known! Hallelujah! Praise His Holy Name! Thank you Jesus! (He didn't have to do it, but He did! He didn't have to save me, but He did!)
My entire family has cast me out, they revile and rebuke me on her say so. Good! Praise the LORD! I don't want to be associated with people as dumb as they are. This woman has done nothing but practice evil and ruined our lives over and over. I refuse to let her ruin my life from the cradle to the grave. My brothers may not have good sense. That doesn't mean I have to play dimwit because they do. Maybe they are getting what they deserve. If they bothered to read their Bible they would know that fearing her is a curse. Dear LORD if it is courage that they lack, give it to them. She emasculated them, stripped them of their testicles. Dear LORD I know you have a reason for letting a "man eater" have five sons and only one daughter. Dear LORD I pray that they gain the courage and "manhood" of Jerome Walters. Restore them LORD. Let them know that it is alright to shun her. Reveal her to them , open their eyes, is my prayer in Jesus' name.
I want the world to know that women like Martha are not as uncommon as you might wish. When you find a woman that wants to exchange her "wares" for rent money, or her car note, you have a whore, a common prostitute. "From such stay away."
Ladies, if your mother is jealous of you, if you can sense it. If she inflicts hurtful comments. If you can never do enough to please her. If she criticizes things about you that you have no control over. If your skin is too black, if you are too fat. If she dresses her insults up to make them sound like loving supporting helpful comments. "You nevah cud find no good man cud you? You did good fa' yo'sef even if didn't no decent man eva' want'cha."
Jealousy and envy abound on this earth. When you hear it, sense it, distance yourself from that weak uncaring "deceived believer".
Trust GOD, let Him lead and guide you in the path of righteousness.
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)
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Strangely, it was always ...
much too easy to see. Her repulsive violent hatred and jealousy was very obvious. It was the accepting it that was hard. It was far too painful. It was much easier to go along with her excuses. You talked too much. You were too black. You were a "luddle black heifa'". "I did duh best I cud!"
After all we went to church every single Sunday. We were never permitted to miss church or Sunday school. We prayed together every Sunday morning as a family. She worked "roots". But, they were just in case "roots". Just in case GOD didn't hear her prayer. Just in case some woman got the man she wanted.
"Bayberry candle burned to the socket, luck in the house, money in the pocket." Just some helpful tidbits to make sure your life was better than most. You want that man!? Put some "goofer dust" in his shoes.
What kind of person, what woman demands that her children live in "crisis mode"? Fail at everything they try. That is an evil ignorant person. You should shun that person. "From such stay away."
After all we went to church every single Sunday. We were never permitted to miss church or Sunday school. We prayed together every Sunday morning as a family. She worked "roots". But, they were just in case "roots". Just in case GOD didn't hear her prayer. Just in case some woman got the man she wanted.
"Bayberry candle burned to the socket, luck in the house, money in the pocket." Just some helpful tidbits to make sure your life was better than most. You want that man!? Put some "goofer dust" in his shoes.
What kind of person, what woman demands that her children live in "crisis mode"? Fail at everything they try. That is an evil ignorant person. You should shun that person. "From such stay away."
I don't care how....
deep that pit is. It doesn't matter how brilliant or cunning your nemesis thinks she is, GOD will save you. My LORD is right on time, always quick to my rescue.
I am sure Martha thought her scheme was fool proof. Who would ever suspect their "loving mother" of being the sickest most demonic creature that ever lived? What kind of woman would deliberately ruin and sadistically hurt her own small defenseless children?
A woman with "I love my churin! I sho' love my churin!" stuffed in her greedy lying mouth. The same woman that professed to loving her "dear old daddy" just so she could blow his heart out February 10, 1979 because she truly (secretly) hated him. A woman that is the exact opposite of everything she professes to be. A woman that depends on terrifying fear to keep her "children" in check.
A woman that made sure she involved her children in some sick act so horrific they will never tell on her. She messed up when she targeted me. GOD revealed her. It is very ironic how she was always professing "Gawd took the scales off my eyes."
Well GOD did it for me Martha. He did it for real. I don't have to lie like you did. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Go some where and get down on your knees and pray to GOD to deliver you from sin, to deliver you from your awful life. Confess your sins to the Father. Apologize to all of your many victims.
Find the courage to say you are sorry. You were bold enough to do it. You were dumb enough to claim you enjoyed it. Stupid enough to think it was pleasurable. Now admit you were wrong. Admit your father was right.
Shame on you! Go wash!
I am sure Martha thought her scheme was fool proof. Who would ever suspect their "loving mother" of being the sickest most demonic creature that ever lived? What kind of woman would deliberately ruin and sadistically hurt her own small defenseless children?
A woman with "I love my churin! I sho' love my churin!" stuffed in her greedy lying mouth. The same woman that professed to loving her "dear old daddy" just so she could blow his heart out February 10, 1979 because she truly (secretly) hated him. A woman that is the exact opposite of everything she professes to be. A woman that depends on terrifying fear to keep her "children" in check.
A woman that made sure she involved her children in some sick act so horrific they will never tell on her. She messed up when she targeted me. GOD revealed her. It is very ironic how she was always professing "Gawd took the scales off my eyes."
Well GOD did it for me Martha. He did it for real. I don't have to lie like you did. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Go some where and get down on your knees and pray to GOD to deliver you from sin, to deliver you from your awful life. Confess your sins to the Father. Apologize to all of your many victims.
Find the courage to say you are sorry. You were bold enough to do it. You were dumb enough to claim you enjoyed it. Stupid enough to think it was pleasurable. Now admit you were wrong. Admit your father was right.
Shame on you! Go wash!
GOD is so Good!
No, GOD is so Good for real! Not some idle chatter from the mouth of a weak believer. Not something to say to make people believe that you are something that you are not.
"If GOD said it, He'll do it!" I have a testimony! GOD, my Dear Father in Heaven delivered me from the most diabolical abomination the world has ever known. A brilliant woman, smart enough to discover a cure for cancer if she had wanted to. Settled on, focused on one plan and one plan only, the total destruction and annihilation of her entire family.
Why? Because she is ignorant and insanely jealous. She has no moral compass. She hates anything and everything good. She hates herself and most of all she hates GOD. A woman so common she will do anything , commit any act without the slightest qualm or reservation.
She hates the truth. It enrages her. I am tormented by the fact that she MURDERED my grandfather and got clean away with it (seemly).
Let me hurry up and make a very long story short today. She told me that she was brutally raped three times by a friend of the family when she was eight years old. I don't know how this was handled in the small community she grew up in. Evidently it wasn't handled well. "Dey said I lied... said my mama wuz trying to go wid duh n****....my daddy didn't do nuttin' but run duh n**** off."
I was always aware of her seething rage and hatred "fa' dem Wade n*****". She always had a two-faced love. She would hug and kiss on you when she greeted you. Just as soon as you turned your back or got around the corner she had a string of expletives and declarations of hatred for you. No matter who you were or your age. I don't know of a single person she does not hate with a passion.
One thing I know for sure, she hates men. Understand me, she loves to have sex with men. But, she hates them with a vengeance. Evidently still suffering with that unresolved, unpunished rape.
Martha found herself pregnant at sixteen by a tall handsome man. He was movie star fine! Of course he looked white and had straight hair. The fact is he was an Indian (Native American). She obviously seduced him. Her scheme to trap him into marriage backfired. My grandfather didn't get a shotgun or even attempt to get the man to do the right thing. This enraged Martha and she tried to shot her father dead on Mr.Wifford's porch. Mr. Wifford, my grandfather's best friend wrestled the shotgun out of her hands.
Enraged and jealous, she had a pretty baby. Never loved it. Set her mind to punish it, to lead it astray. Martha knew full well why the man refused to marry her. She was promiscuous, a nymphomaniac, in other words a serious 'ho. Evidently she was highly sexed, a woman in heat. There was no appealing to her. She was extremely rebellious, hell bent on doing what ever she pleased. Martha was very beautiful and charming. She could read people just as easily as reading a book. Martha set out early to live a carnal demonic life. And she did. For some reason she suffers with bouts of violent cruel despicable rage.
She would do horrible things, when caught, disavow them, them burn with hatred against her accuser. That was never enough for her. She feigned outrage that you the accuser would have to pay for. You would suffer for your truth telling. At some point early in Martha's life she became a notorious "root worker", a practitioner of the black arts. It worked! She always got the man she wanted. Most of them eventually escaped her house of horrors. She plagued them just the same. You could live with her and suffer or you could leave her and suffer. You were going to suffer. That was your penalty for taking up her time. Get in bed with Martha if you wanted to, you would rue the day. Be born to her, you will rue the day you ever took a breath. "Don't you tell a muthaf***** thang dat go on in dis house" was tattooed on your brain before you could walk. Forbidden to think for yourself, forbidden to control your own life. You belonged to Martha and you would rot in the hell she created for you.
Growing up I always knew that she was a "root worker". I just refused to believe that she used it on us, on me. She did. I was selected by Mr. Russell to be one of his prestigious majorettes. My handsome stepfather (the 3rd husband, not the pervert) paid for my majorette lessons and my grandfather bought me my expensive boots. She secretly raged. I only marched for a few half-time shows. Shows she was too busy doing nothing to come to see. One night I could not get my boot on. My leg and knee were suddenly three or fours times the size of my whole body. Instinctively I knew she was behind it. I refused to believe it. I was not ready to accept my awful truth.
Day after day, month after month, year after year this closeted sick succubus has managed to do something horrible and revolting to everyone in my family. She is a demon too horrible to know. My brothers would rather continue to suffer. It is the most horrible truth a person could ever be forced to embrace.
She has the nerve to attempt to hide behind GOD's WORD. She can quote it, but she can't live it. Don't feel sorry for her. She is rotting in the hell she created. She knows full well how good GOD is. She knows full well that all she has to do is repent. Still a sick demon she would rather die and go to hell before she will repent, before she will make amends and utter the words "I'm sorry".
I am healing. I found ASCA (Adult Survivors of Child Abuse). An organization founded in 1993 for the healing of crushed, bludgeoned, ruined, children.
There are some sick evil demonic cowardly people on this earth. You better know it. Some of them are foolish enough to think fake preaching will save them. Some instill so much fear and loathing in their own children they can never get up, can never be free.
I am free of her today. I will not lie for her. I will not cover for her. AND I WILL TELL THE ENTIRE WORLD WHAT KIND OF WOMAN SHE REALLY IS AND WHAT SHE DID TO ME AND MY GRANDFATHER!
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)
"If GOD said it, He'll do it!" I have a testimony! GOD, my Dear Father in Heaven delivered me from the most diabolical abomination the world has ever known. A brilliant woman, smart enough to discover a cure for cancer if she had wanted to. Settled on, focused on one plan and one plan only, the total destruction and annihilation of her entire family.
Why? Because she is ignorant and insanely jealous. She has no moral compass. She hates anything and everything good. She hates herself and most of all she hates GOD. A woman so common she will do anything , commit any act without the slightest qualm or reservation.
She hates the truth. It enrages her. I am tormented by the fact that she MURDERED my grandfather and got clean away with it (seemly).
Let me hurry up and make a very long story short today. She told me that she was brutally raped three times by a friend of the family when she was eight years old. I don't know how this was handled in the small community she grew up in. Evidently it wasn't handled well. "Dey said I lied... said my mama wuz trying to go wid duh n****....my daddy didn't do nuttin' but run duh n**** off."
I was always aware of her seething rage and hatred "fa' dem Wade n*****". She always had a two-faced love. She would hug and kiss on you when she greeted you. Just as soon as you turned your back or got around the corner she had a string of expletives and declarations of hatred for you. No matter who you were or your age. I don't know of a single person she does not hate with a passion.
One thing I know for sure, she hates men. Understand me, she loves to have sex with men. But, she hates them with a vengeance. Evidently still suffering with that unresolved, unpunished rape.
Martha found herself pregnant at sixteen by a tall handsome man. He was movie star fine! Of course he looked white and had straight hair. The fact is he was an Indian (Native American). She obviously seduced him. Her scheme to trap him into marriage backfired. My grandfather didn't get a shotgun or even attempt to get the man to do the right thing. This enraged Martha and she tried to shot her father dead on Mr.Wifford's porch. Mr. Wifford, my grandfather's best friend wrestled the shotgun out of her hands.
Enraged and jealous, she had a pretty baby. Never loved it. Set her mind to punish it, to lead it astray. Martha knew full well why the man refused to marry her. She was promiscuous, a nymphomaniac, in other words a serious 'ho. Evidently she was highly sexed, a woman in heat. There was no appealing to her. She was extremely rebellious, hell bent on doing what ever she pleased. Martha was very beautiful and charming. She could read people just as easily as reading a book. Martha set out early to live a carnal demonic life. And she did. For some reason she suffers with bouts of violent cruel despicable rage.
She would do horrible things, when caught, disavow them, them burn with hatred against her accuser. That was never enough for her. She feigned outrage that you the accuser would have to pay for. You would suffer for your truth telling. At some point early in Martha's life she became a notorious "root worker", a practitioner of the black arts. It worked! She always got the man she wanted. Most of them eventually escaped her house of horrors. She plagued them just the same. You could live with her and suffer or you could leave her and suffer. You were going to suffer. That was your penalty for taking up her time. Get in bed with Martha if you wanted to, you would rue the day. Be born to her, you will rue the day you ever took a breath. "Don't you tell a muthaf***** thang dat go on in dis house" was tattooed on your brain before you could walk. Forbidden to think for yourself, forbidden to control your own life. You belonged to Martha and you would rot in the hell she created for you.
Growing up I always knew that she was a "root worker". I just refused to believe that she used it on us, on me. She did. I was selected by Mr. Russell to be one of his prestigious majorettes. My handsome stepfather (the 3rd husband, not the pervert) paid for my majorette lessons and my grandfather bought me my expensive boots. She secretly raged. I only marched for a few half-time shows. Shows she was too busy doing nothing to come to see. One night I could not get my boot on. My leg and knee were suddenly three or fours times the size of my whole body. Instinctively I knew she was behind it. I refused to believe it. I was not ready to accept my awful truth.
Day after day, month after month, year after year this closeted sick succubus has managed to do something horrible and revolting to everyone in my family. She is a demon too horrible to know. My brothers would rather continue to suffer. It is the most horrible truth a person could ever be forced to embrace.
She has the nerve to attempt to hide behind GOD's WORD. She can quote it, but she can't live it. Don't feel sorry for her. She is rotting in the hell she created. She knows full well how good GOD is. She knows full well that all she has to do is repent. Still a sick demon she would rather die and go to hell before she will repent, before she will make amends and utter the words "I'm sorry".
I am healing. I found ASCA (Adult Survivors of Child Abuse). An organization founded in 1993 for the healing of crushed, bludgeoned, ruined, children.
There are some sick evil demonic cowardly people on this earth. You better know it. Some of them are foolish enough to think fake preaching will save them. Some instill so much fear and loathing in their own children they can never get up, can never be free.
I am free of her today. I will not lie for her. I will not cover for her. AND I WILL TELL THE ENTIRE WORLD WHAT KIND OF WOMAN SHE REALLY IS AND WHAT SHE DID TO ME AND MY GRANDFATHER!
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)
Monday, July 23, 2012
Every one can't be ...
a life guard. You have to be specially trained to save a drowning person. Often the victim is so terrified of drowning they will pull you under when you try to save them.
There are people drowning in their own filth on this earth. But, before they will admit their wrong doing they will destroy you. They will try to take you out with them. "From such stay away."
Do you know why the airlines advise you to put on your air mask first? In an effort to help others you must save yourself first. Do not assign more value to the life of your nemesis , your albatross. Don't be fooled by her tears. They are fake. She is just trying to save her reputation. A reputation she really doesn't give a s*** about. She just doesn't want you to win. "No happiness for you." You should not have come through her body. You're the dummy that fell into her clutches. She is going to make sport of you and destroy you. She doesn't have or want any better sense. She is deliberately, consciously, clandestinely, with malice and hatred, destroying you because she firmly believes you destroyed her life. She has suffered with this rotting stinking hatred for 86 years. She is very proud of how well she has kept it hidden. "You dudh fool!" she laughs. "I wud nevah be dat no sense-ED!" ; she brags. Her life would have been wonderful if she had not been saddled with six damn worthless ungrateful "young'uns". She'll fix you. She fix every last one of you. She told you she "ain't admittin' s***!" "You didn't see me!" "Serves you right fa' being so d*** dumb!" You will think twice before you pick her to be your mother. Serves you right. You shouldn't be so stupid, so easily fooled.
"bring me my flowers!... while I can yet smell'um! ...uumph...wonder hi many dummies I got left?"
There are people drowning in their own filth on this earth. But, before they will admit their wrong doing they will destroy you. They will try to take you out with them. "From such stay away."
Do you know why the airlines advise you to put on your air mask first? In an effort to help others you must save yourself first. Do not assign more value to the life of your nemesis , your albatross. Don't be fooled by her tears. They are fake. She is just trying to save her reputation. A reputation she really doesn't give a s*** about. She just doesn't want you to win. "No happiness for you." You should not have come through her body. You're the dummy that fell into her clutches. She is going to make sport of you and destroy you. She doesn't have or want any better sense. She is deliberately, consciously, clandestinely, with malice and hatred, destroying you because she firmly believes you destroyed her life. She has suffered with this rotting stinking hatred for 86 years. She is very proud of how well she has kept it hidden. "You dudh fool!" she laughs. "I wud nevah be dat no sense-ED!" ; she brags. Her life would have been wonderful if she had not been saddled with six damn worthless ungrateful "young'uns". She'll fix you. She fix every last one of you. She told you she "ain't admittin' s***!" "You didn't see me!" "Serves you right fa' being so d*** dumb!" You will think twice before you pick her to be your mother. Serves you right. You shouldn't be so stupid, so easily fooled.
"bring me my flowers!... while I can yet smell'um! ...uumph...wonder hi many dummies I got left?"
You waited a long time ...
for me to finally gain the courage to confront you. I am sure you had rehearsed your feigned outrage many times. "Wha'cha you trying to say!?...I had sump'in to do wid it!?" That screaming intimidating answer came much too fast. I barely got the question out. How could you know what I was talking about?
I was eight years old. A tiny, petite little thing. I could have easily passed for five or six. Now I know why you accused your cousin of being common. "He probably screwing dim luddle girls. Dat's why He got rid of their mama. She's white. Duh n**** was screwing hur sistuh too. They from Poland. He brought dem heah wid his common ass jest so he could do that."
"Why would you say something like that?" I inquired. "'CAUSE I KNOW COMMON ASS N****** DATS WHY!!!" Your answer blew me away. I never connected you to such. I would be lying if I didn't admit that it certainly stirred my memory. "The wicked fleeth when no one pursueth."
It is one thing to do evil if you don't know any better. But, when you commit foul acts and design elaborate schemes to keep them covered, you are a demon, the devil's imp.
If you are the devil's imp, he is going to let you down. You will be exposed to the entire world and a lot of those deeds you did will not make you so gleefully happy any more.
I was eight years old. A tiny, petite little thing. I could have easily passed for five or six. Now I know why you accused your cousin of being common. "He probably screwing dim luddle girls. Dat's why He got rid of their mama. She's white. Duh n**** was screwing hur sistuh too. They from Poland. He brought dem heah wid his common ass jest so he could do that."
"Why would you say something like that?" I inquired. "'CAUSE I KNOW COMMON ASS N****** DATS WHY!!!" Your answer blew me away. I never connected you to such. I would be lying if I didn't admit that it certainly stirred my memory. "The wicked fleeth when no one pursueth."
It is one thing to do evil if you don't know any better. But, when you commit foul acts and design elaborate schemes to keep them covered, you are a demon, the devil's imp.
If you are the devil's imp, he is going to let you down. You will be exposed to the entire world and a lot of those deeds you did will not make you so gleefully happy any more.
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