"Your bounds are set."

If there was ever a man that believed in predestination , it was my grandfather.

"If it ain't in you …it ain't in you.  You come heah (here) tuh do whut you gon' do.  You can't clean up the stream until you clean up that fountainhead.  You got to go to the source, the beginning.  The world  ain't gone git no better 'til some of these old heads die off.  Chullun ain't born hating.  It is taught in'um.  Put in'um."

My grandfather, Jerome Walters was a very wise man.  More than wise, he was kind.  He was full of love , love he freely shared with every one.  He was genuine.  He was frank.  He was self educated and a ravenous reader.  Because we are human and caught up in this human drama we inherited Martha, his daughter.   By today's standards Martha Jane Walters would be labeled a THOT (That Hoe Out There)

My "mother" was one of the sickest, most emotionally disturbed demon possessed human beings that ever lived.  She was a horror!  Something so horrible, so repugnant and abominable she had to die in order to be recognized.  Yes I did fall for her religious saved, sanctified, filled with the Holy Ghost act and I was one of her chief victims!

What does that prove? It proves my "mother" was a brilliant actress.  She put Lena Horne to shame.  She was a great writer, just so despicably evil she could never concentrate on her own gifts.  Martha was always too busy deliberately attempting to destroy the lives of her entire family to do any self improvement or reflection.  Martha was perfect.  The entire world was wrong.  Martha never grew or changed because she suffered secretly with deep shame for the horrible human being she allowed herself to become.  Which made her do more dastardly things.  Martha was caught in a loop, satan's web of lying and deceit and refused repentance.

Martha was PROMISCUOUS!   A savage violent ignorant confused bi-sexual promiscuous immoral pathological liar that practiced witchcraft is not what you want in a caregiver.  "BUT GOD!"

PRAISE THE LIVING GOD!!!!!!!!! Thank You Jesus! You saved me!

In the still of the night

"In the Still of the Night" was one of my favorite lullabies.   My bed was a cheap cot thrown over in the corner of the room.  The mattress had to be every inch of one inch thick.  I didn't care.  I shared this room with many relatives.  My grandfather occupied this space with me  far more than many.

I had a cheap portable radio-record player combination.  I kept it tuned to WIDU or Cassy Casum out of Nashville.   I kept it low, never turned it off.  Little did I know how healing that music truly was.

Granddaddy would live with us periodically but I don't think he ever wanted to.   The only time granddaddy would consent to live with us, to so much as spend the night,  was when he was gravely ill.  He was very independent and preferred his own farm.

Granddaddy's farm was Awesome! Vineyards, fruit trees, pecan trees, …just a virtual paradise. About as close to the Garden of Eden imaginable for a mere human being.  The house was huge, rambling.  It had electricity, no plumbing.  Granddaddy's "Out House" was a two seater.  I never understood that.  Perhaps it was for emergencies.  It really took an emergency for me to ever go in there.

First of all, it "stunk" like shit!  It should have.  It was a "Shit house".   An out house is simply an outdoor privy.  Granddaddy did dig an extremely deep hole.  As a child I did peer down there.  I did watch granddaddy throw lime on the fecal matter growing, climbing to the top.

I did use it when I got older.  When I became of age, too old for the woods.  I remember always reading the Sear and Roebuck Catalogs that lined the bench where the two holes were cut out.  I took care of my business as I gazed through the "wish book".  I marveled at every page.

Granddaddy taught me how to soften the torn pages to make the softest toilet paper possible.  I did.

My poor ignorant "mother"  was ashamed of the fact that her father did not have a flushing toilet.  The saddest fact is, he could have had one.  Perhaps if he did not have to shell out money to her every month like clockwork.  He could have put in a toilet.   It just didn't interest him.  He had the money but he wasn't stressing.

How many of us stress over the wrong things?  How many people want to look a certain way?  So many people are purely phony, hypocritical.  Worse, so many people are dumb.  Easily duped.  TWO CORINTHIANS Trump has a tantrum, refuses to debate.  How many people can see through this clown? "Make America great again!"?  When did we lose our greatness?  If we are such a loser country why are people "pouring in over our borders"?

Can a billionaire buy the Presidency of the United States?  Will true good citizens of this country allow such to happen?  Do most people really believe in color ranking?  My "mother" hollered color for eighty-seven years, she never believed it.  It was a convenient  excuse, a ruse, a distractor.

Martha needed something to make her feel good.  She was hopelessly common and immoral.  She was secretly ashamed.  It is a good thing she had to be so sneaky and clandestine in her attempts.

When all you have is your color, when you have to rely on color privilege , or "white privilege" to have your way, you are already lost.

First of all it is not a "Debate".  It is a lying contest.

Just how low is America?  Is it America or Amerikkka? If you are still measuring and ranking people by the color of their skin you live in Amerikkka.

I am girding up my loins.  I am healing.  Martha Jane Walters, not only did you gut me like a fish, you were the evil wicked demon that infiltrated the Walters family, the African Methodist Episcopal Zion Church and you knew better.

Where is GOD!? Over here, making crooked ways straight! Snatching cloaks and blinders off! Blessing (His) anointed!

It is All in Divine Order!

Bow down satan!

Praise the LORD!

Attention evildoer

your ability to commit, witness, inflict or enjoy sick demonic acts does not mean you are superior.  It is an indication of how lost and intractable you are.  I have the right to rebuke you, reject you, shun you.  You do not own me.  I am not your property!  Sure, you birthed me.  But I am not yours.  I belong to the LORD Jesus Christ.

You are not GOD, a god or even godlike.  Did you want to die?  Were you living riotously, dangerously and wickedly because you wanted to die? Was dying easier than changing?  Did you want to change?  How did you end up ignorant enough to practice WITCHCRAFT?  Was that some manifestation of left over "slave mentality"? Or was it just wickedness? Human wickedness?

You chose to curse GOD and die.  WRONG! Shame on you.  Didn't you ever listen to one of your own sermons?

Maybe, just maybe, you whispered , "Forgive me LORD, I repent of my sins."  before you expired .

Dear LORD in Heaven thank you for my many awesome blessings.  Thank you for your tender mercies,  my grandfather and my daughter!

PTL!

If there is one thing I've learned ...

on "my journey home", trust No One!  Put all your trust in the LORD Jesus Christ! "Lean not to your own understanding."

Extreme, irrational jealousy is real.  "Commonness" is real.  Some men and women  do not have the morals of a cat.  Not as good as a cat.  A mother cat will nurture her kittens, groom and teach them well.  But one day she walks away.

I would have preferred that my "mother"  walk away.    Not remain entrenched in my life secretly plotting and hating.  No, she was afflicted by  some extremely evil spirit that kept her in our lives clandestinely vexing while playing "Mother of the Year", "Mother of the Church".   That is where Martha went very wrong.  While hiding behind deliberate scripture she picked out and threw at us, she practiced WITCHCRAFT!

'BE YE HOT OR COLD!" or get spewed!

That was her choice.  Yes, we knew.  Every one knew.  More than we knew she did it, in fact practiced it, we feared it, feared her.   No one could stop her.  She was too fierce, too evil,  and much too successful!

How many witches, soothe sayers, "root doctors" have their own theme song?  How many children have been witnesses  to such satanic activity, at midnight in a secluded graveyard?

"For such a time as this."   (Thank you Jesus!)  While we are all on our own road, we are all traveling our private path, we learn.  Rather, we should learn.  If you are full of false pride you will not learn.  If you are a sadistic bully,  you will not win.  If you harm children deliberately you will never win!

I can not erase GOD's Gospel.  You knew better.  Someone called you a whore.  You stabbed her!  What good did that do?  You were still a whore. Yes, we learned to never call you a whore.  Yes, we thought it.  No, we didn't dare say it.  You had a choice.  We all have a choice.  You can lie, steal, hate and kill or you can love the LORD.  You can love (Him) for real and live right or you can pretend.

You can fool yourself.  Be foul, be filthy in secret.  Lie and deny.  Dig pits for GOD's anointed.  Con GOD.  Go ahead.  Con (Him).  Please.  Con The LORD Jesus Christ.  Play thick.  Never humble yourself.  Pretend that you don't know any better.   If you have sense enough to hide it, you have sense enough to not do it.

Praise the LORD!

Divine Order ...

You can not deny it.  You can not hide it.  When GOD brings you out, (He) brings you out!

Dear LORD thank you for Your tender mercies, Your Truth, Your Divine Order.

I was just reflecting on the stubbornness of my "mother" , of how she secretly relished vexing, confusing and torturing us because she delighted in being a closet sadist.

Was my "mother" mad, angry, because she was a common whore, could not say no, could not close her legs to anyone?  Did she blame us for her lack of discipline?

I am not a liar, so I do not know what is in the mind of a liar.   For the life of me I can not understand women like Martha.  All I know is , there are far too many of them.  I do understand why so many people fear them.  They are vicious SAVAGE IMPS!  

My mother was a fool.  Punishing me, punishing every one that tried to help her, every one that admonished her for her extremely low morals. Martha's reaction was always extreme denial, followed by extreme acts of hatred.

I have to laugh.  Martha hated every one that  caught  her hating and plotting on them.  She was the foul one, the evil one.  Yet, we had to suffer double if we caught her.  Talk about a no win, can never win , volunteer to suffer, just give your life to a "stanking"  whore that is too dumb to appreciate your sacrifice or want your love.

(Dear LORD thank you for not permitting me to become a sadist like my mother.)

For an entire hot summer my brothers were forced to labor ,  carried "tons" of asphalt from one side of the yard to the other FOR NO *&^%$#@! REASON!!!   Martha roared, cursed, lied, played crazy, knowing full well she was secretly enjoying TORTURING MY BROTHERS , just because she could. They loved her, trusted her and they had no fathers.

The feet of a reprobate are swift to run to mischief.  The secret reprobate my wear the Church out on Sunday, beat and bludgeon her own family into oblivion for eighty-seven years.   Don't cheer.  The evil one can not win.  Can not steal the mantle of GOD's anointed.

Dear LORD thank you for delivering us from sin.

Praise the LORD!

You don't know me ...

You can't judge me.  You can not define me.   You are the WHORE! Whore! You can't write a script for me then attempt to mangle and discombobulate me because I refuse the sorry role you assign  me.  "Lot lizard"!  BITCH! You needed me to turn out to be a lot lizzard just so your sorry ass could feel better about yourself.

Why didn't you try self improvement?  Why didn't you become the person you pretended to be? Why couldn't you stop the pathological lying?

While surviving you was painful, it was do-able.  I did it.  I am stronger.  I am blessed.  I must share.  I must save others.  Jesus warned us , we must heed.  We must be doers of the Word, not hearers only.

One thing that infuriated my mother was her inability to manipulate me.  Sure, she was able to deceive and manipulate me most of the time , most of my life.  But there were times when GOD stepped in, intervened and blocked her insane madness.

Martha was nasty.   She was a nasty woman.  No, not all the time.  Most of the time,  yes.  Something was wrong with Martha, she could not love and she could not tell the truth.  Her insane jealousy was childish, ridiculous and so unnecessary.

She was a savage, a brute.  She was "no'mannus" (no mannered).  I did feel so sorry for her.  I should not have.  She never had any compassion for me or anyone.   Martha was a SADIST!

Praise GOD Almighty.  It was so horrific, so excruciatingly painful we could not see it.  We put blinders on, played dumb.  We can all come out of the closet now.  Martha lived in a closet.  She was not a good person.  She was the opposite of good.  I admit it.

"Know ye the truth and be set free."

Free falling!

Praise the LORD!

"The Look"

No, it is not a gift, it is a curse.  It is a talent I am not sure I want.  I can read auras.  Not all auras, just the ones the Holy Spirit wants me to see.

Yes, GOD leads, (He) guides, (He) stands beside me.  No, I am not ashamed but I am still pretty angry.  Neither one of those buzzards were really ever that ignorant.  They were that wicked, carnal, sadistic, envious, and immoral.  They were both common as bat shit!  Both ravenous wolves.

Both vipers dumb enough to pretend to believe they could hide their demonic behavior behind phony worship.  Punctuating every sentence with LORD! LORD! as a ploy , as a ruse,  in order to volunteer to be satan's lowest maggots.  (How could they look in the mirror?  How could they sleep? Creeps! Human creeps!)

"All sin is the same … ain't no one sin worse than the other." ; is a damn lie from satan's mouth to your ear.  Nasty adults that sexually assault small children should be exposed, punished and shunned.  Jesus told us to shun evil.  In the event such a creature becomes a preacher, DO NOT FEAR HER!   She should not be feared.  She should not be tolerated, EVER!

 Any adult human being doing such to any child , for any reason, should never be excused or hidden. Some how my "mother" lied, manipulated and intimidated us into believing we were wrong.  We were wrong, for knowing, for complaining, for  our weak inability  to take her never ending abuse for 40, 50, 60,  70 years without whining.  Our pitifulness infuriated Martha.

I am not sorry.  I can NOT do it!   I can not be Martha's fool.  I will not go to hell for her.  If I go it will be due to  my own ignorance, my own sins, my own lack of understanding.  Not for the likes of that imp!

Disobey GOD if you want to.  Love the likes of Martha Jane Walters if you want to.  Hold her up to GOD as something decent, something to be honored, if you want to.

Every word in that Book is true.  GOD is having (His) Way!  IT IS ALL IN DIVINE ORDER!

PRAISE THE LORD!