ain't fuh eva'body…only dem dats chozen shall see GAWD. If you can't feel Him… you can't feel Him. But, if I wuz you, I wud pray tuh feel Him cause I came tuh tell you dat it won't be long ...you gon' need Him... lak you nevah needed Him befo'.
satan dun messed 'round and gon' too far! Almighty GAWD is tied! satan and hiz imps dun wo' GAWD out!
Y'all won't listen! On dis earf par-ti-in' , co-habitatin' and habing a good time. So, you thank. You thank you havin' a good time, satan and GAWD both know you wasting' yo' time.
Humble yo'sef churnin! Bring yo'sef down a peg or two. You ain't all dat. Dis wurl don't care nuttin' bout you! Die today…won't hardly nobody know who you wuz in a week!
I wish you cud see yo' funeral. Don't die at the end of the mont…ain't nobody coming, that jest don't haft to. And most of dem comin' to scavage through yo' stuff.
Live like a no count savage if you want to. That's hi you gon' die. Some ugh duh no sense-ED will speak ova' you, lying dey ass off. The ones dat' 'tend yo' funeral aint got enuf courage to finally tell on yo' sick demonic ass. You safe wid dem. Naw, you ain't safe wid GAWD.
But, you don't care no'how, nevah did and ni you nevah will.
"You done runt out dawthur." I wuz two, but I remember it lak it wuz yesterday. Instead of you heeding yo' daddy, behaving yo'sef, you cut duh fool…duh pure demonic fool.
Ni… you mad' cause I told on you. I PRAISE GAWD FOR TELLIN' ON YOU! My only regret is that I didn't do it when I was 2, and 3, and 4 and 5, and 8, and 14, 17, 33.
I got you ni, heifer! You can't lie ni! You can't scream in my face and call me a bunch of vile vulgar names now. You can't pull you guns and knives ni! You can't shake yo' "goofer dust"ni!
Who gon' save yo' reputation ni? I see ain't NOBODY from yo' church spoke up fuh yo'. See whut you git fuh dumbing all yo' churin' down. You left yo' puppets heah, but dey ain't got nobody to thank fuh'um, tuh tell them whut to do and whut to thank.
You wuz satan's imp all the time! MY LAWD! MY LAWD! rat up under our nose! Jest confusing us. Hugging on us, loving on us, then backstabbin' us. You ought to be shame. I know you nevah wuz. Had the damn nerve to be proud of your stank, of your menacing mess.
Proud tuh git in duh LAWD's way. Bragging' bout it behind yo' victims back. GAWD SEE-ED YOU! He wuz lookin' rat at you dummy! Jest cause you didn't know He wuz working, don't mean He won't. You wuz good Mathy Jane, near 'bout perfect.
Dey is a few thangs you did that got you caught. Furst, you menaced yo' daddy to deaf (death) , tormented him sumpin awful 'til you finally MURDERED him fuh' good. "Rooting" cousin Rachel in front of me, admitting, laughing and caring on like a wild hyena ova' yo' victory, then totally blaming that mess on me.
Mathy, you got so good at plaguing me you cuddin' hardly stop. Finally, I obey Jesus and looked at yo'fruit. LAWD hab mercy…you knew bedder…you knew bedder all duh time… You didn't 'spect dat boy you ruined to eva' come back home did you? Cuddin' apologize cud you? Cuddin' bend you stiff neck. I know satan had you in hiz pocket!
Go on! Git way from heah! Don't you nevah come back heah you heathen you!
Put yo' armor on churin'... dis satan, dis-un heah ain't playing. He snatching babies out duh womb…chillun aint nevah gon' hab no chance at duh Kingdom, at duh LAWD. Dat's whut you thank satan! GOD got news fuh you! BOW DOWN sATAN! BOW YO' STANKIN' ASS DOWN! DON'T YOU GIT UP NEITHER!
LET ME SEE YOU AGAIN! I'LL KICK YO' ASS MY'SEF"
{Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES January 21, 2015 All rights reserved.}
*P.S. somebody told me that perhaps I post too much. Perhaps I do. But I do not post for this corrupt world. I post what GOD tells me to, when He tells me too. My life is like unto and Hourglass turned upside down. Tomorrow is not promised to any of us. My sand has picked up speed, it is flowing rapidly through that little narrow space, spilling as fast as it can to the bottom half.
GOD told me to live every day just like it was my last. PTL!
Sincerely, Rachel G.Doster
I am so glad to have the opportunity to share my creative gifts with the world. If you don't understand, cool. It took me 20 years to read The Bluest Eye. That is not a criticism of Toni Morrison. I just wasn't there yet.
Catch up with me as fast as you can. I'm pressing on the upward way. Be abundantly blessed. Anything you want, ask for it in Jesus' name. Don't let satan trick you out of your blessing. Telling you that GOD is hogwash for the weak and simple minded.
If the real truth be known, satan is for the weak and simple minded. It takes some strength to serve and love the LORD in this corrupt, demon controlled world.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Here is a hint...
If you love GOD, truth, love, justice, right…what ever name you want to assign it, you will NOT do wrong. You will find yourself incapable.
No right thinking, GOD fearing person is ever going to harm a helpless child. No GOD loving, GOD fearing person is going to allow it to happen either.
Selfishness, being completely absorbed with one's self, unable to love or care for anyone. Now, add sadistic pleasure. This very selfish self absorbed person finds pleasure, I am sure it was carnal, in the most despicable acts unimaginable!
Why am I screaming so loudly now? All the pieces are rapidly falling into place and they fit neatly. We were Trauma bonded. (Google it)
I knew, but I didn't know. I suspected and always talked myself out of the truth. My mother, a witch, a "root worker" against me, no! My mother is evil and hates all of us with a passion,... no! My mother is a big whore,... no. She is just a savvy woman. She knows how to get hers.
Martha's extreme ignorant jealousy was off the chart! If you were more attractive, more intelligent, had fifty extra cents, Martha hated you. She plotted on how she was going to con you out of that fifty cents, leave you broken and betrayed, as she laughed IN YOUR FACE!.
Martha would stay away for a little while before she would turn on her charm just to slay you once again and laugh; "You duh fool!…shuddna' believed me!!!!! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
No one was ever going to believe you. Always popular, always loved. She kept an entourage of "believers", always the showman, the fascinating, spellbinding master storyteller and comedienne. You would enjoy being around you until you had to pay.
You would pay and you would pay dearly. She labeled me the NARC. She was the NARC! Called the "law" on my brother for selling a little weed. He ends up losing his house and his land.
Mathy never had the courage to tell him how much she hated him. But she sure told me, over and over. Why didn't I tell him? Trauma bonding.
Don't worry, satan can't win. I think my mother had a form of demonic retardation; "You can't win fuh duh fix you in…I can't lose fun duh stuff I use!"
Lies you tell satan.
"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES January 21, 2015 All rights reserved.]
No right thinking, GOD fearing person is ever going to harm a helpless child. No GOD loving, GOD fearing person is going to allow it to happen either.
Selfishness, being completely absorbed with one's self, unable to love or care for anyone. Now, add sadistic pleasure. This very selfish self absorbed person finds pleasure, I am sure it was carnal, in the most despicable acts unimaginable!
Why am I screaming so loudly now? All the pieces are rapidly falling into place and they fit neatly. We were Trauma bonded. (Google it)
I knew, but I didn't know. I suspected and always talked myself out of the truth. My mother, a witch, a "root worker" against me, no! My mother is evil and hates all of us with a passion,... no! My mother is a big whore,... no. She is just a savvy woman. She knows how to get hers.
Martha's extreme ignorant jealousy was off the chart! If you were more attractive, more intelligent, had fifty extra cents, Martha hated you. She plotted on how she was going to con you out of that fifty cents, leave you broken and betrayed, as she laughed IN YOUR FACE!.
Martha would stay away for a little while before she would turn on her charm just to slay you once again and laugh; "You duh fool!…shuddna' believed me!!!!! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
No one was ever going to believe you. Always popular, always loved. She kept an entourage of "believers", always the showman, the fascinating, spellbinding master storyteller and comedienne. You would enjoy being around you until you had to pay.
You would pay and you would pay dearly. She labeled me the NARC. She was the NARC! Called the "law" on my brother for selling a little weed. He ends up losing his house and his land.
Mathy never had the courage to tell him how much she hated him. But she sure told me, over and over. Why didn't I tell him? Trauma bonding.
Don't worry, satan can't win. I think my mother had a form of demonic retardation; "You can't win fuh duh fix you in…I can't lose fun duh stuff I use!"
Lies you tell satan.
"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES January 21, 2015 All rights reserved.]
Won't He make it alright! (HACK)
He'll make it allllllriiiiiiiiggggghhhhtttttt! He'll make ahhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuulllllll riiiiiiiight! He'll make it ahhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuullllllll riiiiiiiggghhhhttttttt! (HACK)
UNNNHUHHHHHhhhhhhhhh
He'll make yo' joy bell riiiiiiiiigggg! (HACK) You can call on Him at any time churiiiin! (HACK) He'll neeeeeevah say noooooooo! (HACK) He'lllllll neeeevah leeeeeeve yo', He'll neeeeeeevah turn you down !
Caaaannnnnnnn yooooooooouuuuuuuu praise duh LAWD!?
Caaaaaaaannnnnnn yoooooooooo fall dooooooown on yo' knees right where you are and say THANK YOU! THANK YOOOOOO JESUS! THANK YOU FUH BEING SO GOOD! THANK YO' FUH HOLDING ME IN THE PALM OF YO' HAND LAAAAWWWWWWDDD! (HACK)
HAB MERCY UPON US LAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDD JEEEEEEESUUUUUS! Shiiiiiine you magnificent light on us LAAAAAAWWWDDD! Pull us out duh pit LAAAAAAWWWDDD! We been wicked LAAAAAAWWWDDD! We been no count! (HACK)
Forgive us LAAAAAAWWWDDD! You said in yo' WORD that if we wud repent in our hearts of our sins we wud be saved!
Praise duh LAAAAAAWWWDDD! You didn't hab to loooooovvveeeee us LAAAAAAWWWDDD…but you did (HACK)
I'mmmmmmmmmmmmmm sooooooooo glaaaaadddd LAAAAAAWWWDDD dat I fount out innnnnn, INNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnn time! Good GOTTOMIGHTY! MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SOOOOOOUUUL ON FIIIIIIIII' WID DUH HOLY GHOST!
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
…touch each and every heart LAWD. I am praying that each and everyone dat want to be saved, will.
This is my prayer in Jesus name.
Amen.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES January 21, 2015 ll rights reserved.]
UNNNHUHHHHHhhhhhhhhh
He'll make yo' joy bell riiiiiiiiigggg! (HACK) You can call on Him at any time churiiiin! (HACK) He'll neeeeeevah say noooooooo! (HACK) He'lllllll neeeevah leeeeeeve yo', He'll neeeeeeevah turn you down !
Caaaannnnnnnn yooooooooouuuuuuuu praise duh LAWD!?
Caaaaaaaannnnnnn yoooooooooo fall dooooooown on yo' knees right where you are and say THANK YOU! THANK YOOOOOO JESUS! THANK YOU FUH BEING SO GOOD! THANK YO' FUH HOLDING ME IN THE PALM OF YO' HAND LAAAAWWWWWWDDD! (HACK)
HAB MERCY UPON US LAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDD JEEEEEEESUUUUUS! Shiiiiiine you magnificent light on us LAAAAAAWWWDDD! Pull us out duh pit LAAAAAAWWWDDD! We been wicked LAAAAAAWWWDDD! We been no count! (HACK)
Forgive us LAAAAAAWWWDDD! You said in yo' WORD that if we wud repent in our hearts of our sins we wud be saved!
Praise duh LAAAAAAWWWDDD! You didn't hab to loooooovvveeeee us LAAAAAAWWWDDD…but you did (HACK)
I'mmmmmmmmmmmmmm sooooooooo glaaaaadddd LAAAAAAWWWDDD dat I fount out innnnnn, INNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnn time! Good GOTTOMIGHTY! MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SOOOOOOUUUL ON FIIIIIIIII' WID DUH HOLY GHOST!
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
…touch each and every heart LAWD. I am praying that each and everyone dat want to be saved, will.
This is my prayer in Jesus name.
Amen.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES January 21, 2015 ll rights reserved.]
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
OK
This blog is my free psychiatrist.
I'm watching Iyanla , Fix My Life.
Again, sex abuse in the family and again the victims were forced to keep secrets.
World! Women do abuse! Don't give her cover because she preaches.
For 62 years my mother slyly dumped her filth on me. For 62 years!
I'll get over it, when GOD gets me over it. PTL!
I'm watching Iyanla , Fix My Life.
Again, sex abuse in the family and again the victims were forced to keep secrets.
World! Women do abuse! Don't give her cover because she preaches.
For 62 years my mother slyly dumped her filth on me. For 62 years!
I am not perfect.
I did not make myself and I did not ask to come here.
I can not be perfect. I am who I am! I will not apologize for being my unique authentic self. I must say this or explode. Do not tell me how to feel. You can not tell me how to feel. No one can control their emotions, their brain activity. Not really. Stifling, holding in my pain , is what got me in this awful condition I am in today.
I am determined, with the help of the LORD, to stop or at least slow down this pipeline to whoredom.
I am not going to permit my "mother" to rape , destroy, stalk and succeed in her Madness. This Generational Curse has completely ravaged my family and families like mine long enough!
I AM GETTING UP AND I AM TELLING! You want to march? demand justice? Stand up for all abused children! SHARE THIS! TELL THE WORLD ABOUT THESE JEZEBEL SPIRITED MEN AND WOMEN DELIBERATELY DESTROYING OUR CHILDREN! OUR CHURCHES!
WHY DO YOU REMAIN SILENT!? DOES MY PAIN, MY TRUTH, EMBARRASS YOU!? THERE IS NO SANCTUARY FOR DEMONIC IMPS! YOU CAN'T HIDE THEM OR DENY THEY EXIST.
It does hurt me deeply when my friends and family demand that I straighten up, "let it go!", "Forget It" and continue to fail to hear a single word I've said.
A woman, a so called mother, pimping out her toddlers and young children, to her lovers for fun! GOD SAID NO! CONTINUE LYING FOR HER! CONTINUE CLOAKING!
If you hurt long enough and bad enough, you'll come out of that hole she prematurely buried us in.
I get, "Well, it happened." and a blank stare. Or I get; "What do you want me to do about it?"
Dear LORD, what kind of world am I occupying? Have we all become selfish narcissists like my mother?
My mother preached Jesus on Sunday and satan five minutes after the sermon she was back to her old sneaky lying self. We took it. I am watching Twelve Years A Slave and seeing my evil sneaky mother.
Wickedness has nothing to do with color.
DEAR LORD SHARE THIS WORD FOR ME! OPEN DOORS! BLAST EVERY LINGERING IMP AND DEMON OUT OF MY PATH! (If it be thy will. PTL!)
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES January 20, 2015 All rights reserved.]
I can not be perfect. I am who I am! I will not apologize for being my unique authentic self. I must say this or explode. Do not tell me how to feel. You can not tell me how to feel. No one can control their emotions, their brain activity. Not really. Stifling, holding in my pain , is what got me in this awful condition I am in today.
I am determined, with the help of the LORD, to stop or at least slow down this pipeline to whoredom.
I am not going to permit my "mother" to rape , destroy, stalk and succeed in her Madness. This Generational Curse has completely ravaged my family and families like mine long enough!
I AM GETTING UP AND I AM TELLING! You want to march? demand justice? Stand up for all abused children! SHARE THIS! TELL THE WORLD ABOUT THESE JEZEBEL SPIRITED MEN AND WOMEN DELIBERATELY DESTROYING OUR CHILDREN! OUR CHURCHES!
WHY DO YOU REMAIN SILENT!? DOES MY PAIN, MY TRUTH, EMBARRASS YOU!? THERE IS NO SANCTUARY FOR DEMONIC IMPS! YOU CAN'T HIDE THEM OR DENY THEY EXIST.
It does hurt me deeply when my friends and family demand that I straighten up, "let it go!", "Forget It" and continue to fail to hear a single word I've said.
A woman, a so called mother, pimping out her toddlers and young children, to her lovers for fun! GOD SAID NO! CONTINUE LYING FOR HER! CONTINUE CLOAKING!
If you hurt long enough and bad enough, you'll come out of that hole she prematurely buried us in.
I get, "Well, it happened." and a blank stare. Or I get; "What do you want me to do about it?"
Dear LORD, what kind of world am I occupying? Have we all become selfish narcissists like my mother?
My mother preached Jesus on Sunday and satan five minutes after the sermon she was back to her old sneaky lying self. We took it. I am watching Twelve Years A Slave and seeing my evil sneaky mother.
Wickedness has nothing to do with color.
DEAR LORD SHARE THIS WORD FOR ME! OPEN DOORS! BLAST EVERY LINGERING IMP AND DEMON OUT OF MY PATH! (If it be thy will. PTL!)
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES January 20, 2015 All rights reserved.]
"Let it GO, Gwen!"
My brother screamed! I screamed back;"She MURDERED HIM!" I broke down, Folded up! Crashed! My insides turned to mush.
I am accused of being too soft. "Why can't you get over it!?"
The "stanking"bitch never so much as shed one f****** tear!
Big "stanking", lying ass, 'hoish ass Mathy Jane, MURDERED her own daddy and got completely away. Became an ordained minister.
My LORD! My LORD!
Why? ... It is obvious she hated GOD.
"sumpin' wuz wrong wid hur."
satan planted her "there", in a church, to help lead into captivity. She did a good job., was pretty much 99% successful. I won't do it! You can't pay me to do it. The only reason she got away so long, I was trauma bonded, terrified, stuck in "unbelief". Dear LORD, I was out their fighting satan alone. I was a gnat trying to slay King Kong.
That whore was laughing, getting off. Throwing away one shoe. Who does that? SA-DIS-TIC!
Dear LORD how does any one derive pleasure from causing severe pain? Over and over, over and over. The more we succeeded, the more she hated.
She knew full well she was dead wrong that is why she hid it so cleverly. Why? Demon possession. Plain and simple. The fact that she was ever dumb enough to visit graves at midnight in the deep woods with nothing but a kerosene lantern , is hysterical !
But, it is not funny if it's you. It is not funny in real life. How do you become so stupid and remain a complete imp for 87 years? Did slavery do that to her, to us?
It works! I did my masters thesis on it. She destroyed it, every copy. (She or "they". I was in the hospital delivering my beautiful daughter. )
Jealousy or covetousness is a sin. Don't do it! If you have that spirit, pray it away. Don't you dare entertain it. And don't do like Mathy, bargain, "I did this. so therefore I can do that…. I put you in a car that I picked out, at he highest interest available . The insurance and title will always remain in my name because I am extremely manipulative."
My LORD! MY LORD!
DEAR LORD, THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME DIFFERENT. Thank you for giving me a heart that can care, that can love unconditionally.
Touch all hearts and minds LORD. Open all eyes and ears that desire to know You.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES January 20, 2015 All rights reserved.]
I am accused of being too soft. "Why can't you get over it!?"
The "stanking"bitch never so much as shed one f****** tear!
Big "stanking", lying ass, 'hoish ass Mathy Jane, MURDERED her own daddy and got completely away. Became an ordained minister.
My LORD! My LORD!
Why? ... It is obvious she hated GOD.
"sumpin' wuz wrong wid hur."
satan planted her "there", in a church, to help lead into captivity. She did a good job., was pretty much 99% successful. I won't do it! You can't pay me to do it. The only reason she got away so long, I was trauma bonded, terrified, stuck in "unbelief". Dear LORD, I was out their fighting satan alone. I was a gnat trying to slay King Kong.
That whore was laughing, getting off. Throwing away one shoe. Who does that? SA-DIS-TIC!
Dear LORD how does any one derive pleasure from causing severe pain? Over and over, over and over. The more we succeeded, the more she hated.
She knew full well she was dead wrong that is why she hid it so cleverly. Why? Demon possession. Plain and simple. The fact that she was ever dumb enough to visit graves at midnight in the deep woods with nothing but a kerosene lantern , is hysterical !
But, it is not funny if it's you. It is not funny in real life. How do you become so stupid and remain a complete imp for 87 years? Did slavery do that to her, to us?
It works! I did my masters thesis on it. She destroyed it, every copy. (She or "they". I was in the hospital delivering my beautiful daughter. )
Jealousy or covetousness is a sin. Don't do it! If you have that spirit, pray it away. Don't you dare entertain it. And don't do like Mathy, bargain, "I did this. so therefore I can do that…. I put you in a car that I picked out, at he highest interest available . The insurance and title will always remain in my name because I am extremely manipulative."
My LORD! MY LORD!
DEAR LORD, THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME DIFFERENT. Thank you for giving me a heart that can care, that can love unconditionally.
Touch all hearts and minds LORD. Open all eyes and ears that desire to know You.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES January 20, 2015 All rights reserved.]
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