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"Stand by me"

If you are fortunate enough  to have someone that you know will stand by you no matter what, count yourself blessed.

I was crying again the other day and Jesus told me to just shut up.  "What are you crying about?  Look how the so called "Christians", the religious leaders, "my people"  treated me.  What do you expect?  The wicked are wicked!  That is their job to menace, to cause problems.  Let them.  Just don't shrink.  I got you!"

Praise the LORD!

If life gives you onions , ...

make a salad.  Please do not do what we did.  We kept trying to turn a malignant weed into a rose.  No such thing!  Cut your loses.  Once you recognize the "love of your life" is the terror of your life, cut it loose.  I can assure you it is not going to get any better.

I know they lie well, plead and cry well but how do you feel?  Are you drained? Empty?  Did that fool really just laugh in your face and call you a fool for holding on so long?  Really!?

People that are dumb enough to be racist, color struck, perverted in any way, deserve each other.

"Come ye out from among them."  No,  you will not come here with you nasty perverted self and deliberately try to destroy me by pretending to love GOD!

How do you intend to demand my silence because you were my mother?  Real mothers do not do what you did , then turn around and demand to be honored for being mothers.  Real mothers do not work demonic witchcraft on their own children, on any children, on any one.

Only the dumbest fool that ever breathed breath would expect to use ignorant hoodoo against GOD's anointed.  Bow your dumb ass down!

Praise the LORD!

Otis Redding, "I've Been Loving You Too Long", from MIPF 1967

Well, this is where we have to part company.  My Grandaddy! Jerome Walters!  Do you think I am going to let some old reprobate come here and rob my grandfather of his mantle, of his good name  and I never say a word!?

Sorry, five "brothers" I can't do it.  "Go in peace."

You tell me you hope I find peace.  What about your peace?  Have you  ever wondered why you keep lying  for a dead demon?  Do you think you are "rooted"?  If so, rebuke it, rebuke her.

I don't get it.  Martha was smart, perhaps brilliant at times but she was so obvious.  Now we know why she kept us broke financially .  It was all a ploy, "Power of the Purse strings".  Shit!  I would just rather be broke, homeless, under a fucking bridge.  Who? What kind of mother deliberately directs her own children to do wrong, to go into captivity on purpose?  What kind of mind is that?  What kind of person, human being, woman, mother, pastor visits graves seeking demonic power? Then preaches!  Help us Holy Ghost!

I an not saying I wish to be homeless.  I am saying I would prefer homelessness to living with a person like my mother.   I expect a mansion, a palace.  Any where demon free, imp free is paradise.  My own mother some how manipulated us into keeping her dark secrets.  I won't!  The bitch threw me under the bus first.

"Black Lives Matter" my ass!  Why can't I live in an all black neighborhood?  Work in an all black school?  Why do blacks mistreat blacks more than horrible racists mistreat blacks? There is some confusion, some lying, some imps hiding in the "Black race" just to prey, exploit, use, take advantage of other black people.   Cowarly "slave mentality " having muthfuckers will not dare take that shit to a white neighborhood!  Why?  Because white people do not tolerate that shit!  If you want a clean safe neighborhood, make one and stop chasing behind "white" people.

Be with people like you.  Do find your "tribe", people on your level.

The wicked, the "coons".  Our elected officials.  The principals and administrators of our schools.  "You will know them by their fruit. " They are usually the ones that holler black pride the loudest.

No  person is going to get me to lying.  I've been black for sixty-four years!   Shit! Enough! I give!  Fuck it!  I'm human, just human.  Do not associate me with no nigger imp.  Niggers come in all colors.  It is just blacks have to prove they are not imps, whites have to prove they are.

No excuse, discern for yourself.  Look at their fruit.  I hate to tell you but they never improve, just wax worse and worse.  "Come ye out from among them."

Praise the LORD!

It is OK to be ...

fractured, wounded, imperfect.  It is alright to fall down, to be headed down the wrong road.  GOD still loves you.  Love yourself.  Please do not be impressed by the braggadocios.  Those that are rich, wealthy, perfectly mated, living their dream.  They are lying!  Life is not perfect.  No human being is perfect!

"We've been married fifty-four years without an argument or cross word between us."  or "I'm blessed! Happy and blessed! Blessed, blessed, blessed." It is a not true.  We all struggle with something.  My mother used to read the Tarot cards, palms, very well.  She was near perfect.   So amazed by her predictions always proving to be true I did ask her once how she did it.  She explained to me that people only had three basic problems, romance, financial and health.

She said she fished around, got "them" to talking , then read their body language.  People inadvertently nod when you key in on the right subject.  She did all that and loved it.  She made a lot of money but never prospered, never.

I must offer evidence of my mother's power to the unbeliever.  One beautiful young lady used to visit my mother often.  My mother was hilarious, her "root working" forte was "match making".  You could bring her a picture of your romantic interest, spurned lover, husband, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, husband  and she would do what ever you paid her to do.

I laughed hysterically when this big buffarilla of woman beast came in with this picture of one fine looking man.  I chastised my mother for taking that woman's money.  My mother allowed; "Oh, he'll fuck hur!  Trust me duh nigger will fuck her!"  
"How do you know?"

"I know 'cause a nigger will fuck a snake if you hold his head."

Sure enough not long after her visit the woman did call one night in a panic.  She was actually in a motel room with this man but upon getting dressed and putting on his shoes the man discovered all this dirt in his shoes , poured it out as he wondered aloud;"Whut all this dirt in my shoes?"

The woman was upset and demanded to know what to do as my mother chastised the woman; "You won't 'spossed to pour all the dirt in his shoes fool!  Just a grain or two."

If you still need evidence, a very beautiful woman came to her.  She was some very rich man's "side chick".  My mother read the cards; "You are pregnant with triplets.  You need to get rid of them."
The woman did as my mother advised.  How regretful.

Worse, granddaddy would remind her that she was going to hell.  It was like we were a family of fellow pre-teens playing house.  I was fourteen.  I was the door keeper /greeter.  It was my job to seat them in the living room, get their name and any other information I could find out.

I do remember this one poor man.  I was shocked and felt very sorry for him, I could tell that he was clueless and had no idea my mother was just bored and bullshitting while her husband served in Vietnam.  The poor man was an old country farmer and he nearly scraped the bottom of his shoes off wiping his feet before he entered "My Mother's House"  .

I was a child and shook my head.  It was a good scam but no scam every interested me.  I was much too good a student and much too honest.  I was going to college and I fully intended to become a college professor.  I felt the Academy was my future home.  That didn't quite work out.

It was when my mother snarled; "Yo'life didn't turn out lak you planned it,  …did it!"  that was not when finally knew, but when I finally accepted the hard, excruciatingly painful facts,  there could be no more denying, I finally knew I knew my own mother hated me with a passion.  Not just me, everyone, including herself.

Instantly I knew, this old reprobate, old "Soothe sayer" was bragging!  How childish!  How immature and jealous.  Didn't she know I could still hear her yelling; "YOU AIN'T SHIT!" ?   That was after I graduated from college with honors and a virgin (so I thought).

No matter, GOD has always protected me.  To know that your own mother deliberately manipulated you into driving a car completely without brakes for nearly a year.  To know that your own mother was actually hoping, praying, rooting for you to die is beyond heartbreaking but it is reality.  We all must stop lying and get real.

I guess that is what Trump did.  He sure made us real.  I lost colleagues and "friends"  I worked with for twenty years!

Wow!  I do understand why so many white and black people hate black people.  The fact is the Institution of Slavery messed us up.  It is  all spiritual but unfortunately most people see color first and see color only.

I am so blessed that my own mother hated me for the color of my skin.  I can never be a blatant racist.

While my mother was a vile reprobate, the color of her skin had nothing to do with it.  It was her faith.  "Oh ye of little faith."  Martha never fully trusted GOD and became her own god.  She was never too blind too see, she deliberately pretended to refuse to see.

If Martha was as ignorant as she pretended to be she would have been caught, arrested, stopped, curtailed.  Martha was truly a viper that out smarted herself.  And the material things Martha, lied, stole and sold her soul to satan for, she couldn't take with her.  Her name is mud.  Her name will rot.

Praise the LORD!

No, my mother wasn't always ...

bad.  She did do some good things.

In 1976 my white male co-worker  had the nerve to step to me and boldly shared his opinion of me in the faculty lounge  of Sandy Springs Middle school.

"Rachel, I think you are just a black woman that doesn't know her place."

I responded very loudly in less than a millisecond ; "FUCK YOU MUTHAFUCKER! I DON'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU TALKING TO! BUT I WILL STRAIGHT PUT MY FOOT UP YOUR MUTHFUCKING ASS!!! RIGHT FUCKING NOW! "

Our conversation ended abruptly when he ran out of the faculty lounge like a little bitch.

I do thank my mother for her "macho".

Praise the LORD!

Why I love Facebook

I am a loner.  I live alone and I love it.  Facebook gives me the opportunity to interact "socially" with the outside world while providing the must needed protection form hungry vipers.

Sure, I know it is my long protracted war with my monstrosity of a "mother" that has made me this way. Prior to FB and the Internet I had no idea what was wrong with my "mother".  She always said the most loving encouraging words when she wanted to.  But in one split second she would turn vicious, lying, screaming , assaulting often without notice.

I known we were all a bunch of sniveling cowards tip-toeing around "Mother" attempting to keep her happy, appeased.  Yes, we feared her.  We were so terrified of her we didn't notice it was not "normal".  My mother convinced us that fearing and obeying her was common sense and good for your health.

The woman was so embroiled in WITCHCRAFT, we grew accustomed, accepted it as a part of life.   We did not think it unusual or strange either.   We all knew we could not tell, would never breathe a word of our mother's proclivities to the outside world.  Bottom line my mother was seriously sexually and psychologically perverted.  Martha knew full well her appetite for sexual perversion, rape, molestation, group sex and every sadistic act,  etc. was very wrong.  But she refused to give it up.  Why should she?  She thought she was winning.  She always had an entourage.  People loved her, clambered to be just like her.

She just refused to give up her proclivities and burned with anger and hatred when any one so much as criticized her or complained about any thing she did.  Martha was not a woman that would or could take the slightest commet or critique about anything she ever did.  When you have an evil hateful personality that you deliberately mask with compliments, cheap gifts and fake love,  you grow into the secret ogre Martha was.

How horrible to live eighty-seven years as a closet monster, as the worse human being cast down by satan to slither the earth.  I've often wondered if my mother ever seriously considered suicide?  While she would frequently claim she was gong to kill herself in  order to get her way or gain sympathy for her plight from us,  her imprisoned victims.  Was she ever serious?

Martha was the master at playing "head games".  I am sure no woman has ever been more manipulative and conniving.  I am ashamed for her.  For my own mother to falsely believe that she could not only challenge Almighty GOD with her wee intelligence but actually win is mind boggling.

I know I learned to never let a psychotic imp know more Bible than I do.  That is one thing Martha did, she studied her Bible.  We always had Bibles all over the house.  Every type of Bible too, King James, New King James, every modern translation .  Every Concordance , every great preacher, C.I. Scofield, Hebrew-Greek Key Study Bible, you name she had it.  And I must admit that my mother was very generous with me on that score.  She freely gave me Bibles and religious texts.

The saddest fact is that it is very clear to me that Martha was never searching for GOD's truth, she was just looking for a way to enslave others. Martha was constantly in search of a way to hurt, humiliate, ruin, destroy, maim, eviscerate you without your full knowledge.  Being the psychotic pervert she was, she wanted you to know that it was in fact her, she was our not so secret enemy.  She knew I read about her and that GOD revealed her therefore all the loud demonic vicious drama.  Martha just didn't want you to fight back, to defend yourself in any manner.   She just wanted to ruin you so she could get on the phone telling every one your business, to play the innocent victim.  To earn sympathy and perhaps another victim to crucify in secret. She certainly wasted her time.  The idea of any person thinking they can use GOD to defeat GOD is ludicrous.  Not laughable , but sadly insane, pathetic.

I truly thank GOD for the deep secret evil my mother held for me.  What if she had "loved"me?  What if she had made me the Golden Child instead of my brother?  Dear LORD thank you for inclining her to make me her Scapegoat.

I just want this world to know that not only is the type of evil my mother carried possible, it is prevalent.  Look at our world, all of this war, murder, mayhem.  All because one group claims the other group is the wrong color.  All because one group claims that blond hair, blue eyes and Caucasian features  are gifts from GOD, proof that they are GOD"s chosen people.

My poor mother bragged until her dying day; "I'm light bright and damn near white."  What an idiot! Never admitting that she was a fallen woman.  Never admitting that she deliberately murdered her own babies and her DADDY!

Racism is demonic!  "Come ye out from among them!"

Always pray.  Always tell the truth.  Always seek GOD's face.  Do know (HE) loves you.  Let (HIM) lead and guide you every step of the way.

Praise the LORD!