satan and his volunteer imps are...

squirming and fighting because they truly did not expect to get caught.  Mathy did her dirt with her "dirt" (pun intended), and  she never expected to get caught.  I am positive the thought never crossed her mind.

She never expected that "boy" she deliberately ruined because his father was not fool enough to marry her, to come home either.

I have only one thing to say; "Be sure you know that your chickens, all of your chicken,  will come home to roost, one day. Praise the LORD!"

Do You Love me-The Contours (Please watch) GOD wants you to know that you can be sexual or sensual without being perverted.  Perversion has nothing to do with sex ! ALL PERVERSION IS FROM sATAN! 

[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES   January 18, 2015  All rights reserved.]

No one told us...

we were left to figure it out on our own.

Hot soapy enemas, sexual abuse, neglected,  unattended , raggedy and snotty.  Mistreated and terribly abused right under the watchful eye of my grandfather.

Martha secretly loathed us, all of us , with a passion for her entire life!  Always the sniveling coward, she never let on .  I have surmised that I was secretly paying for my stupidity.  I called her a pervert in 1988 ; FOR MAILING ME A FECAL MATTER SMEARED LETTER!  (which is a form of witchcraft, by the way)

No!  Wait!  This is the part you have to get. Read the "Private Note" I wrote to myself:

Mathy (secretly) loathed me for calling her a pervert in 1988! It was true! At the time I was attempting to defend myself from her irrational violent wrath.  She had mailed me a letter she wiped her shitty ass in.  I was devastated! I confronted her over the phone.  She lied and carried on something terrible.  Called me all kinds of names and dumb ass imbeciles.  If I had not been looking at the letter( now sealed in a zip bag)  I would have been foolish enough to believe her.

I find out many, many years later this was a "deed" she bragged about, laughed about , to and WITH  my relatives. GOD said NO!!!  Anyone want to be found guilty of honoring, respecting, loving and cherishing the memory of such an abomination, be my guest.

I don't know how you can do it while honoring Almighty GOD.   You can't do it without lying, pretending, denying.  If you want to continue to live in denial, that is your wasteland.

GOD delivered ME! Praise GOD Almighty! Praise GOD from whom ALL blessings flow!  I receive it LORD!

Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing!"  You can't fake Him and you sure can't use Him!  He will find you out! He will slow walk you down!

[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES   January 18, 2015  All rights reserved.]

Feeling better...

healing faster.

Now all of this pain and misery could have been avoided if my family had greater understanding of GOD's WORD.

Perhaps it was the Institution of Slavery that taught black people to fear evil more than any other targeted group.  I know I am sitting in front of this computer wiping my brow, thanking GOD for revelation!

I understand Jesus when He asked GOD to let "this bitter cup pass Him if it be GOD's will," .  I am looking my truth dead in the eye, praising GOD.

I am telling because NO woman, No human being should ever permit themselves to fall so low, then get comfortable.  Just hate, destroy, then laugh.  Then have the unmitigated gaul to DEMAND to be kept secret.  Left instructions to let her rest in peace!  To never speak ill of the dead.  To bury her shit in the sea of forgetfulness.

There is just one slight problem.  That nasty heifer, lied and dumped her filth on me!    Said I  was a lesbian! She was the lesbian!  Called me a whore!  Called all of my beautiful cousins whores behind their backs.  Called her granddaughter a closet lesbian, and a dumb whore!

Sorry family, count me out.  Granddaddy used to shake his head and mumble; "Nigger shit!"  Poor granddaddy.

 If there is a sadist in a family, that is some information that demands to be shared.  Don't let some lunatic in your family go around secretly burning, raping and "rooting" people, talking about "GOD don't put no more on you than you can bear".  GOD didn't put that demon on you! That dumb hard headed idiot did it to herself!  Did it to you because she was a closet sadist! A closet lesbian! A closet "root worker", prostitute, MURDERER!

Ya'll can love her all you please.  I did my part while she was living.  I was a good daughter!  I filled her house with gifts.  I forgave her and forgot her deeds.

Mathy deliberated robbed me of my entire life!  I am now elderly!  I must heal as quickly as possible, salvage a little joy.

"Death to tyrants!"

If you need to hate me, hate me.  But, let me remind you :


#1- Grandmother Mary (vehemently hated by Martha) mysteriously catches on fire and dies.

#2- Her two year old baby brother volunteers to put his hands in the fire place.  He died an old man, still carrying those scars.

#3- She bludgeons puppy to dead.

#4- Becomes famous for violent , ignorant, boisterous , extremely intimidating behavior.

#5- Is secretly heavily involved in witchcraft.

#6- Is extremely vulgar, promiscuous and incestuous.

  Ignorant Mathy got the big head, falsely believed she had power.

All she had was extremely low morals.

#1- Crawling down on graves like a ghoul! GOD SAID NO!!! I will not defend such stupidity and vile demonism!  And I will not associate with people that KNOW I am telling the truth but shun ME out of fear.  If anyone is dumb enough to honor such an abomination, GOD be with you.

#2- To be dumb enough to believe satan, to think that you were much too clever to ever be caught.  I know it wasn't you dumb ass!  It was the legion of demons you held closely in your heart.  That is your fault for having such weak faith.  For disrespecting your daddy, for falsely believing you were absolutely brilliant and perfect in your deceit.

#3- Lying in Church! How dare you! How dare you stand up there, telling your congregation my granddaddy killed himself! What!? Are you of the belief that if you tell a lie long enough and loud enough it becomes true?

#4- Thinking your color and hair entitled you to anything!

#5- GOD is going to whoop yo'ass when He see you!  What if GOD says to you what you used to say to us!?  Vulgarity in Heaven! GOD said No!

[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES  January 17.2015  All rights reserved.]

My mother was the master of the insult.

"You ignut! No sense-ED!" "You ignut jest lak yo'black ass nigga daddy!"  You a lie and a sack of shit!"  "Gawd made you! And Gawd damn you!"  "Don't piss on my grave when I'm ded!"  "I don't lie tuh Gawd! Whut I'm gon' lie to you fuh!?"

Not only did Martha Jane Walters have a shard two-edged lying forked tongue, she was quick to use it. Just whip it out, club you up side the head with the filthiest cursing you ever heard.

That is not what should amaze you.  She would have you laughing about it,  that is what is amazing.  Thanking her for not taking all of your money, is the amazing truth. ( Martha was a little colored female P.T. Barnum.  She did firmly live by the motto; "A sucker is born every minute." )  For not throwing all of your art, or all of your writing away.

The fact that it never occurred to me (us) to kill her, while I plotted the murder of others (particularly my "stepfather) and not her,  is truly a miracle from GOD.

I am not judging.  I am stating an obvious fact.  Martha deserved to be murdered in the worse way.  If anyone ever deserved a dynamite enema,  it was her.  Things didn't work out that way, though.

"That boy come back here after 25 years wid the sho'nuff truth!"  Truth that I am on my knees praying and begging for him to acknowledge.  Strengthen him LORD.  Strengthen my whole family.  Take their blinders off.  Some of them are suffering with plain old stupidity.   Un-stupify them LORD! Enlighten them LORD!

GOD did not let me hurt like I should have.  I observed her bizarre selfish, hateful, demonic behavior from afar.  It was like I wasn't there.  I was living my life, truly holding my breath.  I was forced to take it all in, to endure it.   But, I didn't have to acknowledge it.  Stoic and strong I pretended to be unfazed.  I was more an observer, a "so what-er, I'll live".

 One pair of shoes my senior year and they were brown.  The *itch convinced me they were very expensive.  "Dem shoes come from Duh Prissy Hen!  I don't know whut duh f*** you talking' bout!"

So, I said ; "what the f***!"   What could I do?  What are your priorities? 'To hurry up and get the f*** out of this *itch's house!'

Worship Almighty GOD in His own image.  Do NOT accept the perfect image man feeds you.GOD loves us unconditionally! Scares and all.  PTL!

Remember, "Apart from Christ we are nothing."

[Excerpt from the THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES   January 16, 2015  All rights reserved.]

True story...

must brag. My grandfather was talking to our neighbor, just friendly chit-chat.  Mrs. *Carr made mention of her daughter and I, how we were so much alike. My grandfather stopped her in mid-sentence, admonished her sternly;"Don't even so much as put my grand dawthur'  in the same sentence as yo'dawthur. ! My grand DAWTHUR ain't no such a chile as youse ", turned smoothly on his heels, while leaning on his cane, bid Mrs. *Carr a  good afternoon and went on about his business , confident that he was right.

Dang! Granddaddy, could you set the bar any higher?

[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES  January 15, 2015. All rights reserved.]

MLK, Jr.'s Birthday!

Ultimately sacrificing his life for the sake of others was not his choice or his duty.  It was his calling.  His appointment with destiny, assignment from GOD.  It was an urging, an unction, a quiet roaring in his spirit.

That is how I feel.  I never wanted to tell on my mother.  I never wanted to know what a heinously evil, low, fallen woman she was.  She went too far, became too common.

Sexually gyrating and lewdly preparing to have sex in the open with four young soldiers in front of my 19 year old eyes scared me forever.  Did she care that the whole day room was looking? Did she care that I was in the room?  that I would be affected for life?  Did she know that I wanted to gouge my own eyes out?   It was as if she were proud, some kind of exhibitionist.  The only thing that angered Mathy Jane or seemed to cause her discomfort,  was our reaction.  The men, the young soldiers, screamed their disapproval, their shock.  This Sodom and Gomorrah crew moved into another room and closed the door.

That trance she faked, fled into, as I screamed; "Why!? Why motheeeeeeeeer !?" was evidence of her demon possession.  Demon possession Mathy well deserved.
"Stay off of graves! You dumb bitch!"

Dear LORD, I did not know it was the demon she secretly harbored (for such a time as this) raising his ugly head.  In the course of 62 years I met Mathy's demon or legion of demons,  many times.  We were never formally introduced.  She cleverly covered them up, tucked them away neatly until her insane jealousy and deep miserable vacuous ignorance made her retrieve them.

 Pouring a pot of hot coffee on my brother's chest when he was an infant! (LORD NO!)  It was that demon from that murdered man's grave.  Branding us by deliberately pushing us into a red hot potbellied stove because she was jealous.  Because we got too much attention.  Because we were too "pretty".

Burns, stabbings, shootings, abortions, MURDER, slander, "root working", all manner of evil.  Pimping GOD.  Daring GOD to challenge her.  A woman that is less than a piss ant in the eyes of GOD!  Bow down satan.  You lost and you lost big time!

The murdered man's grave that Martha Jane Walters permitted to ruin her life is still there, I bet I can still find it.  She took me there enough as a small child.

No, satan, you can't win! You were never fierce or courageous.  You were an uncommonly common woman!  I hope women, all people, but women in particular, never allow themselves to fall as low as you did.

And ladies, if you do fall, get up!  Get up immediately!  Close your legs!  Get Up!  Live right!  Or live the life you love.  But don't lie, don't cheat, don't hate, don't become satan's lowest imp.

Most of all, always Praise the LORD!

(An Open Letter to Martha and all future Marthas)

I forgave you!  I forgave you because Jesus told me too.  I forgot!  I forgot totally!  I threw it in the "sea of forgetfulness", like you said.  I had no idea you were behind my pain.

So, what did you get?    "A hard head will make a soft behind."

"Get thee behind me satan!"  I am so ashamed of you!  You were never that stupid, but you were that wicked.  Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."

[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES    January 15, 2015  All rights reserved.]

Be careful of Logic ...

Logic, a brand of scientific thought, or a procedural thinking process conceived and approved by man.

Logically, GOD can not exist.  How can any being watch over and know over 7 billion people so personally and so perfectly, you may scoff.

Well I know, that I know.  I know Victory! I know a Spirit! A Being, that reached down from heaven, wrapped me in His arms , loved, protected me, led and guided me.  This same being , that I can feel in the marrow of my bones, rescued me from a woman that went too far for far  too long.

This same  being that spoke to me and warned me correctly about my perfectly demon possessed mother, exists for me.   ( don't know what He has done for you, I KNOW WHAT HE HAS DONE FOR ME PTL!)

 If you don't need Him, you don't need Him!  If you can't love Him, I can love Him enough to make up for your loss.  The same being, that so many people don't know and don't want to know, saved me! That mysterious being used a woman of GOD to talk the fire out of my brother.

No body can make me doubt Him!

The same being that makes each and every snow flake uniquely different, no repeats!  The same being that created "micro chips", satellites, took me to Italy by plane, keep that plane up in the heavens for hours upon hours.

That being that guided the doctors hands to unwrap the cord from around my baby's neck! The same being that placed my car gently on the median as the eighteen wheeler whizzed past me.

If I listened to man's logic I would not be here today to testify of the goodness of GOD!

V

PRAISE THE LORD!  

[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES  January 12, 2015  All rights reserved.]