Our "stepfather" paid us a quarter to call Mathy Jane "mother". Even he felt calling the woman that birthed us Mathy Jane was rather disrespectful.
Why "mother"? Why not mama or mommy? Mother seemed to carry more prestige and honor. The poor jet black man from the piny woods of Hawkinsville, Georgia seemed to be rather happy. Pulled a high yalla, good haired wife, six years his senior. A super nymphomaniac whore. As, I said, he seemed happy.
Calling a woman "mother" or "wife" certainly does not make it true. These are simply titles that mean nothing, especially, if the person wearing that title is terribly mentally disturbed or just plain WICKED!
"The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and destroy; I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. " John 10:10
My "mother" was a known kleptomaniac thief. I invited her to my banquet when I was honored for being elected Teacher of the Year at my school. She stole the silverware! My mother stole so much it became a family joke. The Capitol Department Store's best selling sales woman was stealing them blind!
My "mother" was a murderer. Bragged that she flushed five babies. Shot her daddy in the heart. Piss her off, say the wrong thing, she would take off after you swinging, stabbing, shooting.
My "mother" was a destroyer. My mother was proud and bragged about how she destroyed relationships, marriages , careers, dreams. She destroyed my art, manuscripts, thesis, etc, "I wuz jest cleaning' up! I wuz jest trying' tuh raise you. I wuz jest trying to teach yo' dumb thickheaded ass hi to tell time. Whut? Whut did I do? Why I do dat?"
Martha Jane Walters was a very horrible woman that I refuse to lie for, cloak or front for in any way.
So, I asked GOD; "Why did she preach?" "To deliberately lead astray, to block the door, to keep as many souls as she could out of the kingdom."
GOD said No!
Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing ."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 6, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Friday, December 5, 2014
The O'Jays - Back Stabbers
My daughter was shocked when I told her how disappointed I was. I just knew my mother would apologize one day, I would forgive her, and all would be fine.
Did I believe too long? No. Every experience I ever had in my journey has been a blessing. Backstabbers are real, most often the filth forced on families. Kin by blood and that is all. The are reprobates and they have no "natural affection". People who fall as low as my mother rarely have the courage to attempt that "filth", that gnawing unending pain, on people outside of the family.
You be careful, as wise as a serpent. DO NOT HIDE THESE WHORES!
Did I believe too long? No. Every experience I ever had in my journey has been a blessing. Backstabbers are real, most often the filth forced on families. Kin by blood and that is all. The are reprobates and they have no "natural affection". People who fall as low as my mother rarely have the courage to attempt that "filth", that gnawing unending pain, on people outside of the family.
You be careful, as wise as a serpent. DO NOT HIDE THESE WHORES!
A Hot Spot!
Believe it or not, 825 Dwain Drive, was the place to be. My mother single handily created a "Hot Spot". My brother and I sold my mother's liquor by the shot every Friday to the neighborhood kids.
My mother always bought her liquor by the Texas Fifth. A Texas Fifth is a huge bottle of alcohol. It actually looks ridiculous when compared to normal bottles of whiskey. My poor mother never could drink. One whiff of whiskey and she was as drunk as Coodie Brown.
Now, I can not remember if it was my brother's idea, my idea or we came upon this scam collectively. We sold her liquor for a dollar a shot , which was quite expensive in the late '60s.
My mother was a cold whore, flatly refused to give us any money. Told us we should get out and hustle for it, like she did. Ask for an allowance; " I ALLOW YOU TO LIVE NIGGA! Allow me to put my foot up yo' ass!" "Shit! Nigga! earn yo' own fucking money if you want some money. Don't be assin' me fuh no muthfuckin' money 'cause I ain't got nun!"
We always had to work or "hustle". She claimed she was simply preparing us for the real world. We agreed, no argument from us. Thus, I sold term papers, rented books, sold you copies of my copious notes, allowed you to copy off of my paper, found all the answers to the memo graphed copy of the exam you fished out of the teacher's trash can. Sold Chilli dogs, hustled rides to the airport and bus station.
My mother taught me ; "Play to win! Shit yo' in duh muthfucker…mays well win'hit!"
'Ok, ok…I'll try it your way." My granddaddy said; "When your head is in the lion's mouf…don't make no sudden moves." So I quietly earned good grades, kept myself up, read and studied my ass off. Got the hell out of that camp just as soon as I could.
No matter how much of her liquor we sold, we always replaced it with tea. She would get just as drunk off of that watered down whiskey as the real stuff. We would look at her, shake our heads and say; "Look at that bitch … just as drunk!"
Every weekend Mathy got drunk, threw up, then demanded 24 hour attention. Ice crusted with a hammer, Chicken Noodle soup (If the noodles were too long you had to cut them with a fork.) , only white saltine crackers. We were glad to serve.
Poor little orphans, throwed away, no daddy-having-children-, just some crumb snatchers, just another brood of niggers. No! GOD said NO!
Remember; "a part from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 5, 2014 All rights reserved.]
My mother always bought her liquor by the Texas Fifth. A Texas Fifth is a huge bottle of alcohol. It actually looks ridiculous when compared to normal bottles of whiskey. My poor mother never could drink. One whiff of whiskey and she was as drunk as Coodie Brown.
Now, I can not remember if it was my brother's idea, my idea or we came upon this scam collectively. We sold her liquor for a dollar a shot , which was quite expensive in the late '60s.
My mother was a cold whore, flatly refused to give us any money. Told us we should get out and hustle for it, like she did. Ask for an allowance; " I ALLOW YOU TO LIVE NIGGA! Allow me to put my foot up yo' ass!" "Shit! Nigga! earn yo' own fucking money if you want some money. Don't be assin' me fuh no muthfuckin' money 'cause I ain't got nun!"
We always had to work or "hustle". She claimed she was simply preparing us for the real world. We agreed, no argument from us. Thus, I sold term papers, rented books, sold you copies of my copious notes, allowed you to copy off of my paper, found all the answers to the memo graphed copy of the exam you fished out of the teacher's trash can. Sold Chilli dogs, hustled rides to the airport and bus station.
My mother taught me ; "Play to win! Shit yo' in duh muthfucker…mays well win'hit!"
'Ok, ok…I'll try it your way." My granddaddy said; "When your head is in the lion's mouf…don't make no sudden moves." So I quietly earned good grades, kept myself up, read and studied my ass off. Got the hell out of that camp just as soon as I could.
No matter how much of her liquor we sold, we always replaced it with tea. She would get just as drunk off of that watered down whiskey as the real stuff. We would look at her, shake our heads and say; "Look at that bitch … just as drunk!"
Every weekend Mathy got drunk, threw up, then demanded 24 hour attention. Ice crusted with a hammer, Chicken Noodle soup (If the noodles were too long you had to cut them with a fork.) , only white saltine crackers. We were glad to serve.
Poor little orphans, throwed away, no daddy-having-children-, just some crumb snatchers, just another brood of niggers. No! GOD said NO!
Remember; "a part from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 5, 2014 All rights reserved.]
"Scrambled Brains"
People that live "underground", occupy that substrata of second class citizenship, understand that term. It means to mesmerize, hypnotize , to take advantage of through a combination of fast talking, intimidation, and out and out lying and terrorizing.
It was something my mother lived to do. Did often and bragged about. She did pin a lot of her deeds on that sister/cousin that she claimed was the real corrupt one.
I am reeling, laughing, realized the absolute hatred and jealousy this poor confused, ignorant, greedy woman really carried in her heart for me, for us. Martha collected "goofer dust" in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, to make her bags", "hands". Delusional! That is a promise from GOD for practicing evil, sorcery, for being foolish enough to think you can harm GOD's Children collecting "dirt"off of a murdered man's grave. YOU PROVED YOU WERE A FOOL, IS WHAT YOU DID! It appears there was some brain scrambling alright.
Now my blood relatives, fellow victims and witnesses know what you did! They can continue to hide in the dark and flat refuse to come to the light. I certainly can understand why. I fully understand the power of the Mathy Jane Experience. "Unique and complicated" were the choice words my daughter used. Reprobate! Demon! Fallen woman that refused to get up is my opinion based on my limited understanding of GOD's WORD.
I am still very carefully peeling back the many, many layers of this experience.
"Don't nevah give no nigger no free pussy!" ; my mother screamed at me when I was eight years old.
'Ok, ok.'; I thought. I am sure I had no idea why she blurted out such a statement. Time has certainly revealed a lot. The woman just could not love. Something, someone, life, plus severe ignorance, renders what we have here.
Martha could have been gay or homosexual! GOD loves everyone! GOD still loves Martha right now. What made her feel obligated to hide her sexual preferences ? "Religion"! Man's "Religion"!
"My people perish for lack of knowledge!" Who said that you can't be gay ? Who said that you can't touch yourself? Man! Go to GOD yourself! Talk to Him yourself.
I am celibate. I truly believe I was born to be celibate. My mother didn't have to ruin me or have sex with the door open to turn me off. Many people consider celibacy "unnatural". Perhaps it is. Does that mean that GOD does not love me? Of course not!
Do the Ten Commandments, plus one, "Love ye one another as I have loved you." Simple! You don't have to lie, steal, kill, hate yourself, or hate others.
Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES DECEMBER 5, 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
It was something my mother lived to do. Did often and bragged about. She did pin a lot of her deeds on that sister/cousin that she claimed was the real corrupt one.
I am reeling, laughing, realized the absolute hatred and jealousy this poor confused, ignorant, greedy woman really carried in her heart for me, for us. Martha collected "goofer dust" in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, to make her bags", "hands". Delusional! That is a promise from GOD for practicing evil, sorcery, for being foolish enough to think you can harm GOD's Children collecting "dirt"off of a murdered man's grave. YOU PROVED YOU WERE A FOOL, IS WHAT YOU DID! It appears there was some brain scrambling alright.
Now my blood relatives, fellow victims and witnesses know what you did! They can continue to hide in the dark and flat refuse to come to the light. I certainly can understand why. I fully understand the power of the Mathy Jane Experience. "Unique and complicated" were the choice words my daughter used. Reprobate! Demon! Fallen woman that refused to get up is my opinion based on my limited understanding of GOD's WORD.
I am still very carefully peeling back the many, many layers of this experience.
"Don't nevah give no nigger no free pussy!" ; my mother screamed at me when I was eight years old.
'Ok, ok.'; I thought. I am sure I had no idea why she blurted out such a statement. Time has certainly revealed a lot. The woman just could not love. Something, someone, life, plus severe ignorance, renders what we have here.
Martha could have been gay or homosexual! GOD loves everyone! GOD still loves Martha right now. What made her feel obligated to hide her sexual preferences ? "Religion"! Man's "Religion"!
"My people perish for lack of knowledge!" Who said that you can't be gay ? Who said that you can't touch yourself? Man! Go to GOD yourself! Talk to Him yourself.
I am celibate. I truly believe I was born to be celibate. My mother didn't have to ruin me or have sex with the door open to turn me off. Many people consider celibacy "unnatural". Perhaps it is. Does that mean that GOD does not love me? Of course not!
Do the Ten Commandments, plus one, "Love ye one another as I have loved you." Simple! You don't have to lie, steal, kill, hate yourself, or hate others.
Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES DECEMBER 5, 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Sounds Of Blackness - I Believe
You've got to believe children! You must keep the faith! When you wake up one morning and finally accept the fact that your own mother gutted you like a fish and relished it. Licked her bloody ravenous jowls and laughed. When you have silently and stoically absorbed all of the pain and humiliation you intend to. If that creature deliberately went too far, like mine did. You will explode!
And you will Hate until you ask GOD to take that Hate away, to take your pain and shame. When you fall down own your knees and beg GOD to take all the filth that woman and this world has poured into you, pounded into you. You do have to pray for GOD to create in you a clean heart. You must do this daily because we live in darkness, in Babylon.
First of all you Must know that is not your mother! She is like a ghoulish hologram from satan. By the time a woman falls to the low state of abomination , where my poor mother languished for decades, there has been far too much pain, too much lying, far too much secrecy, to come to her aid.
Share and spare the future generations of such a horrible life.
"One thing about the truth, it will make you shouting glad or fighting mad.": JR Walters
I'm glad about it. I am glad to share my story, my victory over evil. PTL!
Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 4, 2014 All rights reserved.]
And you will Hate until you ask GOD to take that Hate away, to take your pain and shame. When you fall down own your knees and beg GOD to take all the filth that woman and this world has poured into you, pounded into you. You do have to pray for GOD to create in you a clean heart. You must do this daily because we live in darkness, in Babylon.
First of all you Must know that is not your mother! She is like a ghoulish hologram from satan. By the time a woman falls to the low state of abomination , where my poor mother languished for decades, there has been far too much pain, too much lying, far too much secrecy, to come to her aid.
Share and spare the future generations of such a horrible life.
"One thing about the truth, it will make you shouting glad or fighting mad.": JR Walters
I'm glad about it. I am glad to share my story, my victory over evil. PTL!
Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 4, 2014 All rights reserved.]
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