I smell trouble. There is a dark black cloud hanging over America. It is that same exact cloud that followed me in the form of my mother's demonic spirit. It is a "spirit". There is nothing you can do about it, endure it to the end. It is the spirit of ignorance, stupidity, blatant greed. Do not waste your breath trying to appeal to people that see color, that value color. Avoid people with low morals.
While I bemoaned the family I lost, I had to realize I really do not want to associate with people that tolerate child abusers. Something is wrong with their character. AmeriKKKa is a whore! The evil one seems to be winning, temporarily . Rather, seems to be. Having more material wealth that you will do anything to keep is not a blessing. That is a burden.
How broken are you? My poor mother married men she claimed to not love. Claimed she married them for their financial benefits only. Who is that lazy? I would rather read a book, study, earn a degree than attach myself to a spouse I don't want.
My poor mother walked ahead of her husbands. She was a beautiful, brilliant high yalla princess that got "messed up" and was forced to take low, to marry beneath her standards because she chose to sacrifice her name by keeping the black bastard "younguns" , all of them, even the ones she did not claim.
If she mistreated us every now and then we should forgive her immediately because she had given up so much of her precious life for our sorry black nigger asses.
You started my sexual molestation early in my life. As strange as it may seem to some, I do see the hidden blessing.
Woman you can not demand a blessing from GOD! Your fellow man may be impressed by your eloquent preaching but , GOD demands our righteous living. It is never too late! Never! If you can not repent, fast and pray until you do. Just fast until you dry up like Gandhi.
Something has gone wrong in America. Is this a bad dream? Donald Trump for President!? Adolf Hitler reincarnated! Are we getting what we deserve? I held onto my mother much too long. I wanted what I wanted. I wanted a real mother like every one else. According to Jesus my wish is exactly that, a wish.
The news media claims DT and Hillary are in a dead heat, heap(?) tied? What ever it is called. How can this be?
Stay away from crowds. Stay out of night clubs. Do pray, do fast, do study.
"Look well to your going." Something is in the air.
is mo' nasty than the damn men! I swure to GAWD! Jest nasty! Hi duh fuck a woman git dat damn nasty!? Lying! Lying! Serious lying, jest lving in dey own head. Won't come out …jest play crazy 'till dey run eva'body else crazy.
Fuh real!?
Fuh sho'! Worse dese muthafuckers don't never know when to fucking die!
Lingering!?
Lingering my ass! The muthafuckers be vexing, confusing. PREACHING! How duh fuck you gon' preach what you don't believe!?
Somebody crazy!
No! Somebody went fool. Stay 'way from'um! We need to put a sign on'um. Let some body know.
Jesus said look at dey fruit.
HE sho'did!
Of 'cose the evil doer cut the fool eva'time you try to bring up their fruit. Pay that no mind. Look any way. Look for a pattern, are you always on the losing end of this bully's commandments?
Do you sit and laugh with this bitch about the others she has enslaved? Then , what makes you think you're not a slave? Who does she love? Declaring your love loudly and dramatically is not love. Love is an action verb. How does this person treat you? How does this person make you feel?
It is obvious that my mother suffered in awful misery for a very long time all because she could not stop lying, refused reality, refused the truth. She also refused the consequences of her own actions. Nothing, NOTHING was ever her fault.
As evil as my mother was towards me, her greatest gift was doing it secretly. Her fake love sustained me until real love came along.
Nothing remains the same. Life demands a cycle. The blossom blooms only once. There are some women too jealous to give up their seat as princess. Evil whores that demand to be king, queen and princess.
My mother was born at a time when no man wanted to admit he was abused by his wife. Men beaten by their wives, just cowered and obeyed. The same as a battered woman. When small children witness brutal beatings such as the ones my mother meted out they learn silence is their best option, best defense. Soon they forget, just absorb the horrendous shit and move on.
"Time changes all things." Abusive psychotic women can be revealed. Many will accept the warning revealing such mothers, such pastors and heed. Not every one up preaching, praying, laying on hands, is good. You better start discerning. You better start thinking for yourself. Is hate in it?
Hatred is not in my testimony. Vile language, sure. That is the way I talk. That is the authentic, real, honest to goodness me. It is how I feel.
I did falsely believe I was alone in my pain once. Not so. For some reason these hideous whores are a plague on our world. I chalk it up to our collective silence. The nerve of my mother basing her popularity on our demise while she kept her sorry life top secret.
I was shocked but pleased when I returned after my nine year break to learn she finally claimed her son as her son. For years he was her "brother". Call him her son and get cussed out! That was going to be a three day none stop tirade for sure. And a "root". Just move along. Let this slut have her way. Pray for adulthood. Pray for independence. Pray to escape.
Evil doers are never going to do right. What you witness an evil doer do unto others they are going to do unto you. "There is honor among thieves." That's a lie. Another myth perpetuated from movies.
For some reason we learned, we were taught to believe ignoring Martha's extremely evil wrong doing would be to our benefit and she assured us that she would never do that kind of evil to us, personally. Martha always justified every evil act she plotted. This person or that person had done such and such, had disrespected her therefore her "rooting" was justified.
Invariably Martha's target would fall upon some very "bad luck". No matter, Mathy was taking credit for it. I saw my damn knee! I saw what the bitch could do! MURDERED her own Daddy! "From such stay away!"
That is the way of the evil doer. My mother was fond of defending why she did not help the poor. "Jesus said the po' you will have with you always." How do you stretch that scripture into justifying your stinginess?
Sure, Jesus told us the poor will always be with us because the greedy and manipulative will always be with us. The simple and easily lead will always be with us.
Women like my mother are a dime a dozen . There are too many, they are too prolific.
The unfortunate aspect of any birth is the "accident of birth", that is , "to whom you are born" , when , where and how. Dear LORD please look out for the little children of color, especially females. Protect all of your children LORD but , look out for that child in the clutches of a mad, sick, demented, spoiled, selfish, ignorant, jealous, prideful female.
Dear LORD help the blind imps that refuse to see. My own mother witnessed how her many, many evil deeds backfired, yet she remained on my heels, in my tracks, digging ditches, telling lies, vexing, preaching falsely in order to cover up her lies, her filth.
One thing for sure, Mathy loved to gossip, lived to gossip . But, went into a rage, a torrent of evil vulgar behavior when merely questioned.about her behavior, her motives.
That might keep some people at bay. I was watching Dracula on TCM and realized how we learned to accept a myth as Gospel truth. Vampires are supposed to hate "crosses", crucifixes . That's a lie! My mother loved them, collected them, had one she claimed cost five thousand dollars.
In the movie Dracula shields his face with his cape as he turns abruptly in hatred and rebuke against the cross. No such thing. I think demon imps prefer to preach , they demand to preach. The are bossy and extremely manipulative. That is why Jesus told us to look at their fruit.
My mother spent her whole life talking about me, tearing me down while leaving her bloody and muddy footprints all over my trampled body from trying to destroy me. Why? You still did what you did! The evil doer needs someone to blame. Nothing is ever their fault. Nothing! Not only will they volunteer to go to hell before they will ever admit to their wrong doing, they demand to take the entire world with them. They would rather see the entire world perish than ever admit to one single wrong deed.
It is true. Many in my family hate me, convinced I stirred up the stink concerning my brother's "daddy". Damn, if he can't see his tall brown ass don't look like the man alleged to be his "daddy", that has nothing to do with me. I think my mother made up the whole thing. Who was I to name names?
My mother taught me the best way to "get over" was to be a lying crook. I never agreed with her. I'm glad I didn't. Her "logic" never made no damn sense ! It was just do it because she said do it! Yes, Martha was the kind of bitch that would order you to jump off of a mountain just to hear you splat.
get understanding." One thing my life has taught me, shun whorish men and women like my mother and gravitate to wise sages like my grandfather. I am amazed how easy it is for me to see how abominably evil my mother was now that she is safely dead.
A "ROOT WORKER"! A real, honest to god, demonic "root worker"! A Sho'nuff "soothe sayer". A sorry pathetic broke ass imp. A slut too selfish to look out for anyone but her sorry ass selfish self!
That's why GOD didn't bless you or satan either. "Be ye hot or cold!" dumb bitch! What if you had done to white people, to your enemies, to your oppressors , what you did to your own family? What if you had treated just one of your enemies the way you treated me?
You had no reason, you had no call. I was born to you! You had me, I didn't have you. I didn't line up every pervert I could to ruin you. Why hate me? Why couldn't you ever hate your nasty ass lying self?
Poor Martha, an ignorant, half read conjurer only interested in her immediate carnal needs, did come to this earth and vexed horribly for eighty-seven years! People should not have to cheer your death. What kind of person refuses repentance at age eighty-seven? Better, what kind of preacher refuses repentance at age eighty-seven? It is not like you are not expecting death. You know at the longest it is not long.
Martha felt unworthy because she was unworthy. We are all unworthy dumb ass! That is why GOD sent (HIS) Son , Jesus! A lie is still a lie. You can not pound a lie into the truth. Martha was a deeply disturbed sociopath that derived tremendous pleasure from all forms of INCEST and PEDOPHILIA! She always pretended that she was too ashamed to seek help. that is the lie she told. The low stanking whore never wanted any help. Yes, she did think her light bright color made her superior. She really did. She did think her "good hair" made her better.
What kind of pride is that? What kind of demons did you collect? INCEST! Fuck you bitch! I'm threw! I can't deal. I was blind and now I see. No wonder you could murder your own father, just shoot him dead in the heart and never care. A bitch that can rape babies, beat babies, pour boiling hot coffee on her own toddler son, beware, steer clear.
When you are too wicked for GOD, when you deliberately become too corrupt, too lying, too sick and demented for GOD to rescue, you are a Mathy Jane!
A Mathy Jane is a nasty ignorant thing that secretly hates GOD, all goodness and all innocence. A Mathy Jane dies unrepentant deliberately and demands her entire family perish with her.
Attending "church" is not enough. Nor is serving, ushering, pastoring, teaching Sunday school. At some point you need to check yourself. Have you ever read the Bible thoroughly? In one setting like you would any other book. Please do not risk your soul salvation on some pastor, some one with a title, Bishop, Right Reverend, Apostle, Deacon, Deaconess, etc. Make sure you know they are HUMAN . Just fellow human beings subject to the same frailties you are.
Make sure you are not being mislead, warmed up or fired up every Sunday only to be up to your same old shit on Monday. If your "church" is not moving you towards true salvation you are wasting your time. If you still feel a certain kind of way about people , if you still pre-judge, make assumptions about anyone based on the color of their skin, age, status, wealth, anything you "are not there yet".
I do thank GOD daily for saving me, for rescuing me out of the hands of a pure butcher! My own MOTHER! No, according to satan and her horde I never had a chance. I didn't. I was her property, her punching bag, her footstool since my conception.
Like most people I was conceived in sin. In the back seat of some car no doubt. I may never know who my "real father" is. I do not have the money for a proper DNA so I am left to merely speculate. I look at his hands, the shape of his fingers and wonder. We are both blind. My nose looks like his. That is the last thing that whore took from me. " (blank blank) ain't nun of yo'daddy!)
Stung again, made a miserable whore's whipping post again. If (blank blank) is not my daddy why did you swear he was for over fifty years?
My mother was a SOCIOPATH, a deeply disturbed woman. An absolute extremely violent brutal tyrant. A bully, a closet bull-dagger that always got her way by threatening extreme violence, extreme vulgarity, cussing and cursing. My mother lived eighty-seven years and very few people ever resisted the strangle hold she put upon us for being her kin. I liken my mother to some kind of vicious black tornado. "Something evil this way comes." Endure to the end. Some evildoers are beyond the reach of GOD.
We were born into the clutches of the slut and never had a chance. If anyone ever had a chance to rid himself of her it was my grandfather. For what ever reason he chose not to. Like all of us he held onto hope. We all hoped Mathy Jane would really change one day, would finally become the person she always pretended to be.
No such luck. Am I mad!? I am infuriated! Every word in that Book is true! The low slut was a witch that deliberately enslaved and destroyed us. The bitch died laughing! Stanking whore! I'm mad because my grandfather told me to leave at eighteen, to never come back. (I did not listen.) When I was nineteen that woman did something in front of me that left me more mentally impaired than I already was.
I still have nightmares and I'm sixty five! ; " IS THAT YO'MAMA! MY GAAAAAWWWWWWDDDDDD! THAT'S HUR MAMA!"
We were in the dayroom of her boyfriend's barracks. The boyfriend that was in her third husband's company. A man sixteen years her junior. We walked in, it was still light outside. It was early evening. We sat down. Martha started drinking. Every one was laughing and talking, listening to music. The next thing I know there is a huge commotion . My mother is intwined with a bunch of young men! The scene is horrid! Something out of a banned porno flic. The young men are so ashamed they take her to a nearby room and close the door.
I wanted to die, to melt through the floor, to disappear from the face of this earth forever. It did not happen. When confronted Martha did what she always did, completely shut down and plotted on me for knowing.
Evil can not win. I do not care what you do as you journey on this path called life, do repent of your sins before you die. Do not die arrogantly like Martha pretending she was proud of her abominable life. Don't do it. Do not live a life of secretly serving satan and fake preaching.
Always think critically. Look out for yourself! Do not honor a woman just because she made you call her mother.
Always trust GOD. No matte what, listen to that wee small voice leading and guiding you.
Never lie! Never be so terrorized, so beat down and destroyed by demons in this world that you just go along with their lies.
Pray for discernment. Ask GOD to take your blinders off. Gird up your loins, man up!
Study GOD's Word. Make sure you know what a ravenous wolf is. Make sure you know that some men and women are beyond common. "From such stay away."
Do know everything is in DIVINE ORDER!
EVIL CAN NOT WIN!
The saddest fact about becoming a delusional imp like my mother is all her abominable sins against me were totally unnecessary. The low slut kept me around for something to punish, someone to absorb her guilt. I stayed around for love. I craved that maternal love she denied me.
The common sexual acts my mother committed in front of me never passed my lips. I put it away. She suffered. She was the liar, the fake. She murdered, conjured and joined forces with the evil one. Why? If she did it to protect her good name, why not live a good life? Why not live the life you claim?
Get this straight right now. No, my mother was not always cruel to me. There were times of joy. She made me a beautiful outfit for church once. It was well made, not jacked up like most of her homemade concoctions .
The lining of the duster matched the dress. One day that beautiful outfit just disappeared. That was Martha's handicap, her weakness, double mindedness, whisy-washy, two-faced, treacherous. You could not trust her, ever. The fact is poor Martha could not trust herself. She was impulsive, delusional, ignorant, vindictive , full of mischief. Full of pride.
"Pride goeth before a fall." People full of pride can never repent, apologize, acknowledge wrong doing. Not only do they prefer to go to hell, they demand to take the entire world with them.
