Poor Martha could never win for losing. For 87 years she has made all the wrong choices. She chose to hate instead of love, to tear down instead of build up, to lie rather than tell the truth.
Poor Martha has never grown up, at 87 she has the emotional maturity of an eight year old. What happened to Martha? How did she become such a twisted, low, common individual? Yes, she was severely raped at eight years old. She told me that and I believe her. Not because she told me, but a friend of the family.
Does that explain her pedophilia and disturbing sexual proclivities? I would assume so. Did she have an awful childhood? She believes she did. Claimed she was tortured by the dark skinned children in her community. She said they would surround her and pick at her for being "yalla". "Black is honest! But yalla is so low down!"; they taunted. They would grab her and undo her long red braids and send her home running with a huge red afro looking like Bozo the clown. Martha has never liked dark skinned people, including her own children.
What did Martha want to do with her life? She was certainly very beautiful and quite brilliant. The Cumberland County Board of Education put her out of Armstrong High School for getting pregnant at 16. Her eloquent well thought of father appealed to the board and dispelled their logic. "The fact that my daughter is pregnant is all the more reason she needs and education."
Martha had a father that did everything for her, loved her and nurtured her, never waived. "My daddy used to suck the snot out of my nose with his mouth when I was a baby. Dey didn't know what an aspirator was."
She delivered three babies out of wedlock. She said her parents never complained, never said a word. Her parents loved her children just like they were their own. In fact they loved them better than she did.
Martha also considered herself to be a great con artist. "I sold n****** lip reducing cream when I was 16. It was just cold cream in a jar. I made my own labels. (Did it work?) Hell no!...I wud jest make out hi dey lips wuz gettin' smaller every time I seen'um."
Poor Martha always thought her color, hair, charm and wit entitled her to do anything. She always thought that she should have everything and the rest of the world should have nothing. Did Martha hate herself, find herself disgusting? I know she did.
I ran across this term again yesterday; "psychological projection". This term was coined by Sigmund Freud. When a person can not accept the wrong they've done they project on to some one else. That certainly explains why my mother always cast me as a sneaky snake. She was the sneaky snake, quietly destroying us piece by piece.
The worse thing 16 year old psychologically damaged Martha could do was get involved in the occult. But she did it any way. My poor family has suffered her entire life. We have been made to suffer for her wrong choices, for her lies. It is time for this madness to stop. It is time for all involved to stop living in denial. It is time for all of us to stand up against evil. Stop playing games. Accept GOD's undisputed Truth. If Martha never comes around, never repents of her sins, never accepts Jesus Christ as her savior, that's own her.
Don't you miss out on your blessing. Don't you let her keep you out of the Kingdom. There is nothing to defend. She is an abomination. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Pray and ask GOD to deliver you from such people.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
"You remember too much!"
She screeched in that same hateful condescending tone she had used for 59 years to control me. That was the voice she used when she wanted to make me cry. I knew it well. It was a harsh stinging lash from her two edged tongue. She used that voice to remind me of how despicably black I was, how dumb I was,unfortunate, unlucky, poor, broke. That was the voice she used to tell me that the world would reject me. It was that voice that taught my brothers to hate me.
The sweet feminine siren was reserved for conning, conniving and manipulation. That was the voice she used to call me every June 4th to sing Happy Birthday so sweetly. To tell me how I was the most beautiful baby she had ever seen. To remind me that I was born "yalla" with freckles. How I had this one huge black spot on my back. How everyone in the hospital told her I was going to turn black. "Sho nuff you turned black as a crow jest lak dey said you wud!" In the most caring melodious motherly tone she would tell me every year how she came up with my name. "I named you Rachel because I knew who would have to take care of you and I named you Gwendolyn because I thought that was the most beautiful name I ever heard."
After reciting the whole sorry saga of how my father abandoned her, refused to accept his manly duty, she would apologize for not having any money to send me a gift or a card. My mother always drove a flashy new Cadillac and wore the finest clothes, but my birthday always fell at the wrong time. She had to pay her taxes or needed a new roof. It was always something. She always knew what I would say. "That's alright mother. I love you. I know you love me. I don't need a gift."
Yes, I remember too much. It is indeed an incredible miracle how much I can recall. I have clear memories starting at age two. It is as if GOD put a video recorder in my brain. But, you need to remember some things. You need to remember that GOD is just and can not lie. "What is done in the dark shall surely come to light." You need to remember ; "...that we should be holy and without blame before Him." (Ephesians 1:4b) You should remember ;"For GOD hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love and of a sound mind." (2nd Timothy 1:7)
I remember that GOD is good! I remember to put all my trust in Him! I remember ;"...behold , I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be." (Revelation 22:12)
Peace!
The sweet feminine siren was reserved for conning, conniving and manipulation. That was the voice she used to call me every June 4th to sing Happy Birthday so sweetly. To tell me how I was the most beautiful baby she had ever seen. To remind me that I was born "yalla" with freckles. How I had this one huge black spot on my back. How everyone in the hospital told her I was going to turn black. "Sho nuff you turned black as a crow jest lak dey said you wud!" In the most caring melodious motherly tone she would tell me every year how she came up with my name. "I named you Rachel because I knew who would have to take care of you and I named you Gwendolyn because I thought that was the most beautiful name I ever heard."
After reciting the whole sorry saga of how my father abandoned her, refused to accept his manly duty, she would apologize for not having any money to send me a gift or a card. My mother always drove a flashy new Cadillac and wore the finest clothes, but my birthday always fell at the wrong time. She had to pay her taxes or needed a new roof. It was always something. She always knew what I would say. "That's alright mother. I love you. I know you love me. I don't need a gift."
Yes, I remember too much. It is indeed an incredible miracle how much I can recall. I have clear memories starting at age two. It is as if GOD put a video recorder in my brain. But, you need to remember some things. You need to remember that GOD is just and can not lie. "What is done in the dark shall surely come to light." You need to remember ; "...that we should be holy and without blame before Him." (Ephesians 1:4b) You should remember ;"For GOD hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love and of a sound mind." (2nd Timothy 1:7)
I remember that GOD is good! I remember to put all my trust in Him! I remember ;"...behold , I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be." (Revelation 22:12)
Peace!
What a great getting up morning!
I got up this morning praising GOD, thanking Him for His many blessings. For rescuing me, for delivering me , for setting me Free! No, I will never stop talking about her, I will never forget. My story, my testimony is one worth telling. My life is rooted and grounded in the Holy Ghost! Every day of my life the LORD Jesus Christ has led me, protected me, warned me and kept me safe. GOD has blessed me beyond measure and given me supernatural understanding.
If you have ever doubted GOD, if you are inclined to cling to your own understanding, read this blog. GOD swooped down from heaven plucked me from the clutches of the greatest demon that ever lived. Martha Jane Walters is truly a menace to society, an evil black troll, a sneaky lying whore. There is no good in her.
"If it had not been for the LORD on my side, where would I be?" As a society we don't expect evil demons to plant themselves in the church in order to carry out their diabolical plans. We don't expect evil doers to quote scripture and expound upon the Bible. We foolishly assume that people are what they say they are.
I came to tell you, Not So! I came to tell you to put on the whole armor of GOD, seek His face, study His WORD. I am delighted this morning to tell you where He brought me from.
Many sick episodes still stand out in my mind. When I say many, I mean many, countless. I share them so you can one day grasp this mystifying evil. We traveled to Miami, Florida to visit my new stepfather's family. I was five. My new found aunt fell instantly in love with me, declared that I was a beautiful child and asked my mother if I could be the little flower girl in her wedding. She declined politely to my new aunt to be and we drove off. Just as soon as we were out of sight she went postal! My mother started cursing, spewing every kind of profanity she could think of. She was outraged by the invitation. "I ain't got no muthaf****** Money!!!!Who duh f*** she think she is! S***! I can barely take care of mysef! I ain't got no money to spend on no luddle black bastard! S***! She too f****** black anyway!" On and on, for days, for weeks, for years.
I learned early to humble myself in her presence. I could NOT be prettier, smarter. I could not be anything but her dirty dishrag, a servant, a quarry slave. I went along with her game. I actually looked forward to it. Around other people she loved me, loved us. She would declare to others; "I jest love my churin! I love me some *Sam and Gwen!"
Did I know she was lying? No, because I was full of hope that my mother would love me one day. I perfected ever talent I had attempting to win her love. I won honors for my art, handwriting. I was an "A" student. I memorized the entire Girl Scout Handbook in less than a week. I earned ever badge in the book.
Something was wrong. I couldn't make "Mother" happy. She screamed filthy foul low gutter vulgarity at me every day. She beat me, beat us viciously. She was mad. Our black a** daddies were no good. They left her. We were nothing but "crumb snatchers", burdens, something she had to feed and take care of. The color of our skin embarrassed her. "Hi cud a high yalla woman lak me have so many black a** n***** younguns?"
I didn't know that I was in competition with her? I didn't know I was being set up for failure. The rhetoric didn't fit. She said I talked too much. That my mouth ran like goose s*** by the moon light. Oh yea, we got hugs and kisses, compliments and honor in front of people. We were cherished when she had a witness. But, we caught hell and sadistic torture when out of the ear shot and eyesight of Jerome Walters.
I must admit that the rebuke and shunning I have experienced from my own family did hurt me tremendously at first. It hurt for a long time actually. "They don't believe me! They don't care!" Then it occurred to me. You are the one that GOD set free. You are the one that GOD anointed. If they want to live out their days continuously tortured and mystified by this awful demon that's on them. That is their choice. If they choose her evil cunning over GOD's Truth, it is their choice. Those that choose to live in denial may. "As for me an my house, we will serve the LORD!"
I am prancing and dancing this morning, delivered and set free! Dear LORD I thank you for the Holy Ghost! I thank you for Jerome Walters! I thank you for my story, my testimony. I thank you for your prophetic Truth!
Stay in His WORD children. Remember:"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
If you have ever doubted GOD, if you are inclined to cling to your own understanding, read this blog. GOD swooped down from heaven plucked me from the clutches of the greatest demon that ever lived. Martha Jane Walters is truly a menace to society, an evil black troll, a sneaky lying whore. There is no good in her.
"If it had not been for the LORD on my side, where would I be?" As a society we don't expect evil demons to plant themselves in the church in order to carry out their diabolical plans. We don't expect evil doers to quote scripture and expound upon the Bible. We foolishly assume that people are what they say they are.
I came to tell you, Not So! I came to tell you to put on the whole armor of GOD, seek His face, study His WORD. I am delighted this morning to tell you where He brought me from.
Many sick episodes still stand out in my mind. When I say many, I mean many, countless. I share them so you can one day grasp this mystifying evil. We traveled to Miami, Florida to visit my new stepfather's family. I was five. My new found aunt fell instantly in love with me, declared that I was a beautiful child and asked my mother if I could be the little flower girl in her wedding. She declined politely to my new aunt to be and we drove off. Just as soon as we were out of sight she went postal! My mother started cursing, spewing every kind of profanity she could think of. She was outraged by the invitation. "I ain't got no muthaf****** Money!!!!Who duh f*** she think she is! S***! I can barely take care of mysef! I ain't got no money to spend on no luddle black bastard! S***! She too f****** black anyway!" On and on, for days, for weeks, for years.
I learned early to humble myself in her presence. I could NOT be prettier, smarter. I could not be anything but her dirty dishrag, a servant, a quarry slave. I went along with her game. I actually looked forward to it. Around other people she loved me, loved us. She would declare to others; "I jest love my churin! I love me some *Sam and Gwen!"
Did I know she was lying? No, because I was full of hope that my mother would love me one day. I perfected ever talent I had attempting to win her love. I won honors for my art, handwriting. I was an "A" student. I memorized the entire Girl Scout Handbook in less than a week. I earned ever badge in the book.
Something was wrong. I couldn't make "Mother" happy. She screamed filthy foul low gutter vulgarity at me every day. She beat me, beat us viciously. She was mad. Our black a** daddies were no good. They left her. We were nothing but "crumb snatchers", burdens, something she had to feed and take care of. The color of our skin embarrassed her. "Hi cud a high yalla woman lak me have so many black a** n***** younguns?"
I didn't know that I was in competition with her? I didn't know I was being set up for failure. The rhetoric didn't fit. She said I talked too much. That my mouth ran like goose s*** by the moon light. Oh yea, we got hugs and kisses, compliments and honor in front of people. We were cherished when she had a witness. But, we caught hell and sadistic torture when out of the ear shot and eyesight of Jerome Walters.
I must admit that the rebuke and shunning I have experienced from my own family did hurt me tremendously at first. It hurt for a long time actually. "They don't believe me! They don't care!" Then it occurred to me. You are the one that GOD set free. You are the one that GOD anointed. If they want to live out their days continuously tortured and mystified by this awful demon that's on them. That is their choice. If they choose her evil cunning over GOD's Truth, it is their choice. Those that choose to live in denial may. "As for me an my house, we will serve the LORD!"
I am prancing and dancing this morning, delivered and set free! Dear LORD I thank you for the Holy Ghost! I thank you for Jerome Walters! I thank you for my story, my testimony. I thank you for your prophetic Truth!
Stay in His WORD children. Remember:"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Monday, May 13, 2013
Blocked, hemmed in, can't move
Blocked, hemmed in, can't move; describes most of my life with Martha. She was the most brilliant woman I ever knew. I was sure she could read my mind. She had all the power. You better do exactly what she said and you best not do the slightest thing to make her angry. The problem was every thing made her angry. If you did something well in school to bring her honor she hated you. (Secretly of course) If you made a mistake she got on the phone and made it a hundred times worse.
I remember standing in the kitchen listening to her tell my cousin that I flunked out of graduate school. I was in shock and disbelief. She was laughing and putting me down in my presence! The fact was, she tricked me out of graduate school.
I finally earned the mother I always wanted. I graduated from NCA&T State Un with honors. She claimed to be so proud. "Who knew a luddle black bastard like you wud be the first in the family to earn a college degree." A kind of back handed compliment to be sure, but I was foolishly proud of her words.
She gave me her old Buick La sabre. I drove to New York State University in Binghamton alone. Received my Fellowship and was treated like royalty. My mother put a phone in my room and paid the bill. A personal phone in your room in 1973 was really a luxury. My mother called me every day, talked for hours. I found a mother's love at last.
She was extraordinarily critical of the graduate school I chose. According to her everything was wrong with that school. I was doing too much work as a graduate assistant. My professors were taking too much credit for my research. Pretty soon I was in agreement with her, I needed the black experience.
I will never forget that call two weeks before the first semester ended; "You come on home baby, you come on home." Within hours I was packing my meager belonging in her Buick and headed back to North Carolina. I was running back to be smothered in my mothers love. I was immediately rebuked and criticized. I was still too dumb, too black. I was stupid, I had no game, no man would ever want me despite my luscious long thick hair and beautiful shape.
Well she won again. I was blocked, hemmed in, I couldn't move. She was 26 years older, she had the right color, the right hair. It was thin but there wasn't a kink in it. Martha is cunning and full of guile. How could any of us ever escape? With Martha it is dammed if you do and dammed if you don't. Why tell on her? No one is going to believe you. Recounting her deeds makes every one uncomfortable. Most don't believe you, consider you the greatest liar that ever lived. That makes me want to scream because she is the greatest liar that ever lived. Those that do believe you don't know what to say. Some claim they will pray for you. Most get as far away from you as they can. I'm the leper, the undesirable. It is my fault for finding myself in the clutches of such a female, the anti-mother, perhaps the Anti-Christ!
So the old c*** is still living, still lying, still manipulating. She thinks that she can't lose. No one is smarter than Martha. "You may as well give up. I can't lose for the stuff I use. You can't win for the fix you in."
She's right. They all still love her, the five sons, the grands and great grands, a host of cousins and family friends. Still duped. Martha doesn't have a care in the world. No one will ever out think her. No one will ever believe that stanking black a** lying daughter. Block her in with your abominable lies, hem her in good. Make sure that she can't move. Make sure no one in the family will ever have the courage to stand up with her and admit that she is telling the absolute truth.
Yes, Jerome Walters is dead and nothing can bring him back. So you cowards continue to let her malign him and destroy his good name so you can stay in good with her. So she won't "root" you or talk bad about you. You still want her despicable whorish love. You still want the world to believe that you enjoyed this fabulous childhood. That you are normal, every thing is great and you are happy. She reads the Bible everyday, all day. She does nothing but quote the Bible reminding you how good GOD is.
"Dont you f******* think back muthaf*****!" was her daily mantra. It worked. Don't think on your own. Don't look at her fruit. Believe every lie that comes out of her mouth and hate every one that she hates. Yes, you will be miserable. But you will have Mathy and she will call you and praise you daily. You will accept her false love as real love. You will wait on her to die so that yo will get your part of the "inheritance". The world will never believe such a creature ever existed. No one in Fayetteville, North Carolina is ever going to say a word against her. No one in Simone Temple A.M.E.Zion church will. No one in the Walters family will.
Is it a collection of low character or is it fear? Could it be collective shame? Does she have something on you? Did you get duped into doing something with her that you would rather take to your grave than share?
In the mean time GOD is helping me to break down these stumbling blocks. I refuse to be hemmed in. I can finally move. I am Free! Praise the living LORD!
Stay in His WORD children. Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
I remember standing in the kitchen listening to her tell my cousin that I flunked out of graduate school. I was in shock and disbelief. She was laughing and putting me down in my presence! The fact was, she tricked me out of graduate school.
I finally earned the mother I always wanted. I graduated from NCA&T State Un with honors. She claimed to be so proud. "Who knew a luddle black bastard like you wud be the first in the family to earn a college degree." A kind of back handed compliment to be sure, but I was foolishly proud of her words.
She gave me her old Buick La sabre. I drove to New York State University in Binghamton alone. Received my Fellowship and was treated like royalty. My mother put a phone in my room and paid the bill. A personal phone in your room in 1973 was really a luxury. My mother called me every day, talked for hours. I found a mother's love at last.
She was extraordinarily critical of the graduate school I chose. According to her everything was wrong with that school. I was doing too much work as a graduate assistant. My professors were taking too much credit for my research. Pretty soon I was in agreement with her, I needed the black experience.
I will never forget that call two weeks before the first semester ended; "You come on home baby, you come on home." Within hours I was packing my meager belonging in her Buick and headed back to North Carolina. I was running back to be smothered in my mothers love. I was immediately rebuked and criticized. I was still too dumb, too black. I was stupid, I had no game, no man would ever want me despite my luscious long thick hair and beautiful shape.
Well she won again. I was blocked, hemmed in, I couldn't move. She was 26 years older, she had the right color, the right hair. It was thin but there wasn't a kink in it. Martha is cunning and full of guile. How could any of us ever escape? With Martha it is dammed if you do and dammed if you don't. Why tell on her? No one is going to believe you. Recounting her deeds makes every one uncomfortable. Most don't believe you, consider you the greatest liar that ever lived. That makes me want to scream because she is the greatest liar that ever lived. Those that do believe you don't know what to say. Some claim they will pray for you. Most get as far away from you as they can. I'm the leper, the undesirable. It is my fault for finding myself in the clutches of such a female, the anti-mother, perhaps the Anti-Christ!
So the old c*** is still living, still lying, still manipulating. She thinks that she can't lose. No one is smarter than Martha. "You may as well give up. I can't lose for the stuff I use. You can't win for the fix you in."
She's right. They all still love her, the five sons, the grands and great grands, a host of cousins and family friends. Still duped. Martha doesn't have a care in the world. No one will ever out think her. No one will ever believe that stanking black a** lying daughter. Block her in with your abominable lies, hem her in good. Make sure that she can't move. Make sure no one in the family will ever have the courage to stand up with her and admit that she is telling the absolute truth.
Yes, Jerome Walters is dead and nothing can bring him back. So you cowards continue to let her malign him and destroy his good name so you can stay in good with her. So she won't "root" you or talk bad about you. You still want her despicable whorish love. You still want the world to believe that you enjoyed this fabulous childhood. That you are normal, every thing is great and you are happy. She reads the Bible everyday, all day. She does nothing but quote the Bible reminding you how good GOD is.
"Dont you f******* think back muthaf*****!" was her daily mantra. It worked. Don't think on your own. Don't look at her fruit. Believe every lie that comes out of her mouth and hate every one that she hates. Yes, you will be miserable. But you will have Mathy and she will call you and praise you daily. You will accept her false love as real love. You will wait on her to die so that yo will get your part of the "inheritance". The world will never believe such a creature ever existed. No one in Fayetteville, North Carolina is ever going to say a word against her. No one in Simone Temple A.M.E.Zion church will. No one in the Walters family will.
Is it a collection of low character or is it fear? Could it be collective shame? Does she have something on you? Did you get duped into doing something with her that you would rather take to your grave than share?
In the mean time GOD is helping me to break down these stumbling blocks. I refuse to be hemmed in. I can finally move. I am Free! Praise the living LORD!
Stay in His WORD children. Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Sunday, May 12, 2013
"Happy Mother's Day!"
Happy Mother's Day to all the good mothers, to all the people that love freely, nurture and attend to the needs of our innocent children. Mother's Day is a day set aside to give honor and glory to all the deserving mothers.
This is not a day for the insidious, hopeless females that gave birth and resorted to torture and neglect. This is not a day for the impostors, posers and evil doers.
Martha Jane Walters this is not your day. You have no right to celebrate. You have no right to claim; "I did the best I could." You have no right to blame your treachery on the many men that left you. You also have no right to remain in the dark hidden from world view. You have no right to claim that you are the victim.
You have never been one to accept responsibility for your own actions. Never! You have no right to hate the "Truth tellers", the "admonishers". You have no right to hate those that only tried to love you despite your extreme cruelty and psychosis.
This is my Mother's Day, a time for me to celebrate with my beautiful brilliant daughter. The beautiful child GOD blessed me with and equipped me with the nature to love and nurture her. I count that a miracle considering my upbringing.
I do thank you for not murdering me, for not flushing me down the toilet as you did five of my siblings. I do thank you for my grandfather, Jerome Walters, my true mother. He mothered me like a mother hen. He protected me and brought me up in the fear and admiration of the LORD. I salute JEROME WALTERS TODAY! I salute all the good people GOD placed on this earth to stand in the gap for His lost unloved children.
My grandfather will not be robbed of his good name. You will not continue to shame him claiming that he committed suicide. How dare you be so cruel and ignorant. How dare you be so blind, deaf and dumb. How dare you pretend to be a minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. How dare you hold your whole family hostage while pretending and feigning innocence.
Make no mistake Martha, GOD has His eye on you. You will not escape His wrath. You will get your just and honest due on this planet earth. I pray for those still blinded by your charm and charisma, brains still scrambled, dazed and confused by your multiple personalities.
You refuse to come to repentance still claiming you have been wronged, lied on, the victim of some one's jealousy. You know the Truth! Yet you hide behind feigned outrage. You cry crocodile tears and seek refuge in the arms of those you damaged, maligned and eviscerated. You have the nerve to stay on the phone complaining about your six children. You tell the world that we are "no-sense-ED", worthless, stupid and still burdens. You know what you did to my five brothers. Yet you claim to be the victim. GOD is watching you!
You know it, but you don't care, you can't care. You don't believe in a loving GOD. You only believe in Mathy Jane. You told me that you didn't care if no one came to your funeral knowing full well that the simpletons will still come. The selfish and uncaring and unbelieving will come. Those looking for a handout will come. No, you won't be forgotten. I can not say that you will be missed. GOD told you that the wicked will cease from troubling.
You will cease from troubling one day. Your long tentacles of hatred , plots and schemes will not reach me one day. I do pray that GOD will continue to heal that little girl you hated, abused sexually, physically, emotionally and psychologically.
Don't continue to say that you didn't know any better. Your brilliant demonic subterfuge proves you did. I know you haven't stopped. I know you hate me, hate your daddy and every one you perceive to be better.
You hate any and every one that truly loves the LORD.
You are full of hatred and lies because you are wicked enough to blame GOD for your poor decisions. You hate GOD for every pregnancy. You told me that you hate your first son for ruining your life. I don't know why he doesn't know, why he seems to remain clueless. I don't know why my two brothers that you harmed the most still love you and cling to you.
Don't you dare celebrate today Martha. I suggest you spend the day on your knees begging GOD to forgive you. Spend the day telling the truth! Spend the day shedding the layers of evil. Come out of the closet and prostrate yourself on His alter. Come to the throne of Grace repentant, desiring to be filled with His goodness. Pray to never tell another lie, to stop manipulating, to not relish in the joy inflicting severe pain gives you.
Pray to finally become human, to become honest, to become a true child of Almighty GOD.
Dear LORD in heaven thank you for the greatest "mother" in the world, JEROME WALTERS!
Stay in His WORD children. Be abundantly blessed today. Remember:"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
This is not a day for the insidious, hopeless females that gave birth and resorted to torture and neglect. This is not a day for the impostors, posers and evil doers.
Martha Jane Walters this is not your day. You have no right to celebrate. You have no right to claim; "I did the best I could." You have no right to blame your treachery on the many men that left you. You also have no right to remain in the dark hidden from world view. You have no right to claim that you are the victim.
You have never been one to accept responsibility for your own actions. Never! You have no right to hate the "Truth tellers", the "admonishers". You have no right to hate those that only tried to love you despite your extreme cruelty and psychosis.
This is my Mother's Day, a time for me to celebrate with my beautiful brilliant daughter. The beautiful child GOD blessed me with and equipped me with the nature to love and nurture her. I count that a miracle considering my upbringing.
I do thank you for not murdering me, for not flushing me down the toilet as you did five of my siblings. I do thank you for my grandfather, Jerome Walters, my true mother. He mothered me like a mother hen. He protected me and brought me up in the fear and admiration of the LORD. I salute JEROME WALTERS TODAY! I salute all the good people GOD placed on this earth to stand in the gap for His lost unloved children.
My grandfather will not be robbed of his good name. You will not continue to shame him claiming that he committed suicide. How dare you be so cruel and ignorant. How dare you be so blind, deaf and dumb. How dare you pretend to be a minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. How dare you hold your whole family hostage while pretending and feigning innocence.
Make no mistake Martha, GOD has His eye on you. You will not escape His wrath. You will get your just and honest due on this planet earth. I pray for those still blinded by your charm and charisma, brains still scrambled, dazed and confused by your multiple personalities.
You refuse to come to repentance still claiming you have been wronged, lied on, the victim of some one's jealousy. You know the Truth! Yet you hide behind feigned outrage. You cry crocodile tears and seek refuge in the arms of those you damaged, maligned and eviscerated. You have the nerve to stay on the phone complaining about your six children. You tell the world that we are "no-sense-ED", worthless, stupid and still burdens. You know what you did to my five brothers. Yet you claim to be the victim. GOD is watching you!
You know it, but you don't care, you can't care. You don't believe in a loving GOD. You only believe in Mathy Jane. You told me that you didn't care if no one came to your funeral knowing full well that the simpletons will still come. The selfish and uncaring and unbelieving will come. Those looking for a handout will come. No, you won't be forgotten. I can not say that you will be missed. GOD told you that the wicked will cease from troubling.
You will cease from troubling one day. Your long tentacles of hatred , plots and schemes will not reach me one day. I do pray that GOD will continue to heal that little girl you hated, abused sexually, physically, emotionally and psychologically.
Don't continue to say that you didn't know any better. Your brilliant demonic subterfuge proves you did. I know you haven't stopped. I know you hate me, hate your daddy and every one you perceive to be better.
You hate any and every one that truly loves the LORD.
You are full of hatred and lies because you are wicked enough to blame GOD for your poor decisions. You hate GOD for every pregnancy. You told me that you hate your first son for ruining your life. I don't know why he doesn't know, why he seems to remain clueless. I don't know why my two brothers that you harmed the most still love you and cling to you.
Don't you dare celebrate today Martha. I suggest you spend the day on your knees begging GOD to forgive you. Spend the day telling the truth! Spend the day shedding the layers of evil. Come out of the closet and prostrate yourself on His alter. Come to the throne of Grace repentant, desiring to be filled with His goodness. Pray to never tell another lie, to stop manipulating, to not relish in the joy inflicting severe pain gives you.
Pray to finally become human, to become honest, to become a true child of Almighty GOD.
Dear LORD in heaven thank you for the greatest "mother" in the world, JEROME WALTERS!
Stay in His WORD children. Be abundantly blessed today. Remember:"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Saturday, May 11, 2013
The Sad Truth
The sad truth is most people fear the truth. Many will crucify and ridicule you before they will accept the truth. Look at history, Christopher Columbus said the world was round. He was laughed at but he didn't let that stop him. The Wright brothers said that man could fly.
Evil demonic forces exist on this earth. Can that be denied?
I came to tell you that the woman that birthed me is an abomination to the LORD Jesus Christ! Why am I labeled the revengeful, psychotic lying nut by my family? Because they don't want to believe it! It's too frightening, too strange. It would prove that they are all cowardly simpletons, easily duped and led astray.
Put the pieces of this puzzle together if you dare and see what you come up with. My mother told me how her ignorant mother used to beat her for playing with her brothers "pp". "I didn't touch duh n****'s pp. Duh n**** was playing wid his own pp! .. she wud come out dah field and find *Jack's pp all red and wud accuse Me of touching duh luddle n****. "Gal you been playing wid dat boys pp again! I'm gon beat yo' ass!"
These little "confessions" would come out of nowhere. My mother always shared her deep hatred for others with me. According to her, her brother was ignorant and was always jealous of her. She claimed that he tried to kill her for going to college. Relatives told me how she entered Virginia Union but didn't remain long. She duped her father out of tuition money for years I understand.
When I reflect back on all the stories from over the years I see a very troubled child. Martha is four years older than the brother she secretly hated, was jealous of and resented. "My mama used to kiss his yalla ass! She wud hold his little yalla ass up in the air when he was a baby and kiss it. Right in front of me...she never hugged or kissed me or told me that she loved me til I was a grown woman."
Did her mother inadvertently create serious sibling rivalry and jealousy?
I am sure Uncle *Jack remained clueless. He was always welcome in our home and my mother always made a fuss over him and his family declaring her tremendous love.
I can clearly see the pattern now via 20/20 hindsight. Martha is a scheming manipulative coward with some sick sexual hangups. She is 87 years old and I have never seen her without a man. She has never gone without some man's paycheck in her entire life.
Martha is a vile woman that prided herself for her good looks, brilliant ability to con and deceive. Always very whorish, just common, would have sex with anyone, anywhere, anytime. I know for a fact that she used to have sex with her first cousins and was always a closet prostitute. Martha was known to turn a trick if enough money was involved. I never held it against her.
Martha has always been very savage and violent. That one fact has successfully kept us silent. That and her "root working". "Root working" something black people try to pretend doesn't exist, but all fear.
I am jubilant today. I do thank GOD for His tremendous love. I thank Him for keeping His promises. I was four years old when He told me that my life would be rugged but He would never leave me and He never has.
I know that I always knew that my mother never wanted me. I knew I was a burden, but I did believe she loved me in her own way. Somehow I never knew of the deep hatred that she carried in her heart for all of us. I think I knew that she was jealous of me, but this demonic hatred, I didn't see. I should say that I couldn't see.
I always knew she was a loose cannon. Would beat you senseless, pull a pistol or knife on you at the drop of a hat. I knew she would lie and steal but I bought her religious act. I don't think I ever doubted her love for GOD.
So here I am 61 years old finally seeing this woman for what she truly is and has always been, a demonic monster. I shiver when I recall all of her cruelty, all of the terrible things she did to us over 87 years. I do pray that GOD will remove the handkerchiefs from my brother's eyes. I pray that they will come to know the LORD. I still pray for Martha. I pray for the demonic child that grew into the most horrible creature the devil could create.
While praying for her release I thank GOD for delivering me. Praise the LORD! I thank GOD for placing Jerome Walters in my life. He saved me, taught me to cook and clean. He taught me to pray and to put all my trust in the LORD. GOD gave me unspeakable joy in the form of my beautiful daughter. GOD blesses me everyday and I thank Him.
May my family finally come to know GOD's undisputed Truth.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Evil demonic forces exist on this earth. Can that be denied?
I came to tell you that the woman that birthed me is an abomination to the LORD Jesus Christ! Why am I labeled the revengeful, psychotic lying nut by my family? Because they don't want to believe it! It's too frightening, too strange. It would prove that they are all cowardly simpletons, easily duped and led astray.
Put the pieces of this puzzle together if you dare and see what you come up with. My mother told me how her ignorant mother used to beat her for playing with her brothers "pp". "I didn't touch duh n****'s pp. Duh n**** was playing wid his own pp! .. she wud come out dah field and find *Jack's pp all red and wud accuse Me of touching duh luddle n****. "Gal you been playing wid dat boys pp again! I'm gon beat yo' ass!"
These little "confessions" would come out of nowhere. My mother always shared her deep hatred for others with me. According to her, her brother was ignorant and was always jealous of her. She claimed that he tried to kill her for going to college. Relatives told me how she entered Virginia Union but didn't remain long. She duped her father out of tuition money for years I understand.
When I reflect back on all the stories from over the years I see a very troubled child. Martha is four years older than the brother she secretly hated, was jealous of and resented. "My mama used to kiss his yalla ass! She wud hold his little yalla ass up in the air when he was a baby and kiss it. Right in front of me...she never hugged or kissed me or told me that she loved me til I was a grown woman."
Did her mother inadvertently create serious sibling rivalry and jealousy?
I am sure Uncle *Jack remained clueless. He was always welcome in our home and my mother always made a fuss over him and his family declaring her tremendous love.
I can clearly see the pattern now via 20/20 hindsight. Martha is a scheming manipulative coward with some sick sexual hangups. She is 87 years old and I have never seen her without a man. She has never gone without some man's paycheck in her entire life.
Martha is a vile woman that prided herself for her good looks, brilliant ability to con and deceive. Always very whorish, just common, would have sex with anyone, anywhere, anytime. I know for a fact that she used to have sex with her first cousins and was always a closet prostitute. Martha was known to turn a trick if enough money was involved. I never held it against her.
Martha has always been very savage and violent. That one fact has successfully kept us silent. That and her "root working". "Root working" something black people try to pretend doesn't exist, but all fear.
I am jubilant today. I do thank GOD for His tremendous love. I thank Him for keeping His promises. I was four years old when He told me that my life would be rugged but He would never leave me and He never has.
I know that I always knew that my mother never wanted me. I knew I was a burden, but I did believe she loved me in her own way. Somehow I never knew of the deep hatred that she carried in her heart for all of us. I think I knew that she was jealous of me, but this demonic hatred, I didn't see. I should say that I couldn't see.
I always knew she was a loose cannon. Would beat you senseless, pull a pistol or knife on you at the drop of a hat. I knew she would lie and steal but I bought her religious act. I don't think I ever doubted her love for GOD.
So here I am 61 years old finally seeing this woman for what she truly is and has always been, a demonic monster. I shiver when I recall all of her cruelty, all of the terrible things she did to us over 87 years. I do pray that GOD will remove the handkerchiefs from my brother's eyes. I pray that they will come to know the LORD. I still pray for Martha. I pray for the demonic child that grew into the most horrible creature the devil could create.
While praying for her release I thank GOD for delivering me. Praise the LORD! I thank GOD for placing Jerome Walters in my life. He saved me, taught me to cook and clean. He taught me to pray and to put all my trust in the LORD. GOD gave me unspeakable joy in the form of my beautiful daughter. GOD blesses me everyday and I thank Him.
May my family finally come to know GOD's undisputed Truth.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth, engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Friday, May 10, 2013
"HE never failed me yet ..."
"*I've come this far by faith leaning on the LORD. Trusting in His Holy WORD, He never failed me yet." Praise the LORD! He never failed me yet and He Never will!
GOD will never fail you children, that's a fact. No matter how clever your demon is, how blind, deaf, dumb and faithless your friends and relatives.
No matter what, I'm going to praise Him, trust Him. I'm going to hold fast to hope, hold fast to my dreams and sing in the sunshine. No one is going to take my joy! No demon possessed woman is going to ruin me. GOD holds me in the palm of His hand and pours His love, understanding and wisdom on me.
It looks like poor Martha will never get into the Kingdom. That is her choice and her lost. Pray for her. Pray for those still lost, still held captive, still crippled and devastated.
I look back over my long life and shout Hallelujah! "Thank you LORD!" GOD rescued me, plucked me from the clutches of that evil heartless woman. He gave me the eyes to see, the ears to hear and the courage to stand up, to flee her abominable evil.
I reflect on her many awful deeds and wonder why I allowed myself to be victimized for so long. I was brainwashed, intimidated, manipulated and terrorized. I was blind and could not see. Surviving tragic heartbreak after tragic heartbreak, her diabolical demon possession never crossed my mind.
Puzzled, confused and fooled I loved her anyway. I kept forgiving her, over and over. I foolishly thought that was the Christian way. "Honor thy mother!"; she screamed. "You a fool!"; she lambasted angrily full of venom and hatred. We learned early, we learned from the cradle to never criticize Mathy Jane. To never tell a living soul on this earth. "You bedder take dat tuh ya grave!"; was her constant admonition while she played preacher on Sunday and whorish root working monster mother the rest of the week.
It still breaks my heart to know that the woman I called mother was nothing but a facade. Martha Jane Walters has not one ounce of decency, not an iota of love for anyone. The poor woman still can not feel any empathy, has zero capacity for human compassion. She does teach us a very valuable lesson however. Every word in that Book is true. Study GOD's WORD, pray for understanding, GOD will deliver you and give you the desires of our heart.
Jesus told us they would get in the "church", put on sheep's clothing, that they were ravenous wolves leading the simple astray. That mothers would be against daughters. But, He also told me that the wicked will cease from troubling.
GOD has a purpose, He has a plan. If you are troubled, still suffering, look to GOD. Cry out for Him to save you. GOD will.
Don't you worry, that demon, that foolish imp will get her just and honest due one day. Walk in faith knowing that GOD loves you and will deliver you if you will simply humble yourself and ask Him.
Dear LORD thank you for taking that awful hatred from my heart. Remove all remnants of the pain and anguish I still suffer. Deliver my five brothers LORD. In the Mighty name of Jesus I pray.
GOD delivered those three "little girls" in Ohio and He Will deliver you if you simply humble yourself and ask Him.
"We've come this far by faith leaning on the LORD. Trusting in His Holy WORD..."
Stay in His WORD children. Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn, (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
GOD will never fail you children, that's a fact. No matter how clever your demon is, how blind, deaf, dumb and faithless your friends and relatives.
No matter what, I'm going to praise Him, trust Him. I'm going to hold fast to hope, hold fast to my dreams and sing in the sunshine. No one is going to take my joy! No demon possessed woman is going to ruin me. GOD holds me in the palm of His hand and pours His love, understanding and wisdom on me.
It looks like poor Martha will never get into the Kingdom. That is her choice and her lost. Pray for her. Pray for those still lost, still held captive, still crippled and devastated.
I look back over my long life and shout Hallelujah! "Thank you LORD!" GOD rescued me, plucked me from the clutches of that evil heartless woman. He gave me the eyes to see, the ears to hear and the courage to stand up, to flee her abominable evil.
I reflect on her many awful deeds and wonder why I allowed myself to be victimized for so long. I was brainwashed, intimidated, manipulated and terrorized. I was blind and could not see. Surviving tragic heartbreak after tragic heartbreak, her diabolical demon possession never crossed my mind.
Puzzled, confused and fooled I loved her anyway. I kept forgiving her, over and over. I foolishly thought that was the Christian way. "Honor thy mother!"; she screamed. "You a fool!"; she lambasted angrily full of venom and hatred. We learned early, we learned from the cradle to never criticize Mathy Jane. To never tell a living soul on this earth. "You bedder take dat tuh ya grave!"; was her constant admonition while she played preacher on Sunday and whorish root working monster mother the rest of the week.
It still breaks my heart to know that the woman I called mother was nothing but a facade. Martha Jane Walters has not one ounce of decency, not an iota of love for anyone. The poor woman still can not feel any empathy, has zero capacity for human compassion. She does teach us a very valuable lesson however. Every word in that Book is true. Study GOD's WORD, pray for understanding, GOD will deliver you and give you the desires of our heart.
Jesus told us they would get in the "church", put on sheep's clothing, that they were ravenous wolves leading the simple astray. That mothers would be against daughters. But, He also told me that the wicked will cease from troubling.
GOD has a purpose, He has a plan. If you are troubled, still suffering, look to GOD. Cry out for Him to save you. GOD will.
Don't you worry, that demon, that foolish imp will get her just and honest due one day. Walk in faith knowing that GOD loves you and will deliver you if you will simply humble yourself and ask Him.
Dear LORD thank you for taking that awful hatred from my heart. Remove all remnants of the pain and anguish I still suffer. Deliver my five brothers LORD. In the Mighty name of Jesus I pray.
GOD delivered those three "little girls" in Ohio and He Will deliver you if you simply humble yourself and ask Him.
"We've come this far by faith leaning on the LORD. Trusting in His Holy WORD..."
Stay in His WORD children. Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn, (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
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