Dear LORD ,

I thank You .  Thank you for making a way out of no way.  Thank you for helping me to endure to the end.

Dear LORD, I now know my mother was beyond belief, beyond any one's ability to help or admonish.  She was a wretch, truly an abomination.  How can any family survive such a horrible person so long?

Dear LORD, I truly thank You for sending me back "home" in 1997.  Although my assumptions were wrong.  I just assumed you sent me back to my mother because she had changed.  Little did I know what repugnant evil had yet to be revealed.

I thank you for the courage you have granted me LORD.   Martha was so evil and repulsive she could not  admit her horrible truth to herself.  Refused to repent of her abominable sins, preferred an every lasting hell.  When an ordained minister curses GOD, refuses repentance knowing their death is imminent , chooses an everlasting burning hell, that person minister is no minister. That is a ravenous wolf that never believed in hell or Heaven in the first place.

Martha was a greedy , common con artist that made her own heaven right here on earth.  Enslaved and tried to make a fool out of every one she knew.  She did. I was her biggest fool until that "boy" came back home.

Martha couldn't stop her evil.  She was ravenous.  LORD, I learned, anyone still in love with Martha, still claiming she was a good person may be just as evil.  "From such stay away."

Sure, I see why GOD.  I certainly can understand from the human perspective.  The sick carnal evil Martha got involved in and invented should be erased, "thrown in the sea of forgetfulness".  I love the way Mathy put all her crap in the sea of forgetfulness while still lying, plotting and "chunking dust on every one else".  Still putting every one else's life on blast.

Yes, my mother was a horror!  I have at least one horror story for every day I knew that woman! Dear LORD, it was You that kept us.  We were all crazy, all extremely violent.  We all offered to kill someone frequently.  We all tried.  Strangely, we were so terrified of Martha, it never crossed our mind to so much as talk loud to her.  We didn't.  We took her shit and shut the fuck up.

"Grits and grease", breakfast, lunch and dinner and we were grateful.  We were riding around in a brand new Cadillac profiling and eating grits and grease three square for MONTHS.  LORD why didn't I know this was demon possession?    I just thought it was  Mathy , a country bumpkin, ignorant, cheap, vindictive, fresh out of slavery.  A very pretty woman raging with the entire world because she could not keep a man.

My mother was pretty, she had game.  I am sure she was a good lover because prostitution was her side profession.  She couldn't keep a man because she was extremely whorish and extremely violent , hostile, rude, loud and ignorant.

No, when I look back over my mother's life, just the evil I know she did , I can understand why she was too cowardly to  repent.  She was a low sneaky dog.  That is why people must learn, must understand GOD maketh not ashamed.   Nothing you do for GOD sincerely will make you ashamed.  That old damn satan, now.

satan had my mother down on graves, plotting and manipulating for eighty-seven years.  When it was time to come on in,  she couldn't.  Embarrassed!  Mortified by her own repugnant behavior.  Any person looking forward to incest, pedophilia and witchcraft better look at my mother's life.  Sure she did some serious dirt for nearly a century, assured by satan she was getting away.  I am sure many still praise her or pretend to miss her.  But, deep down inside, glad she is gone.

My LORD! My LORD!  I do not believe I have ever heard of or imagined a worse life.  All because of pride.  All because Martha insisted that her light skin and straight hair enabled her, protected her.  Poor woman ,you were a blind imp for satan.

We, the Walters family have suffered long enough.  It is time to "Come ye out from among them".  Quit lying.  Quit cloaking for the likes of that strumpet.  "The gig is up! " That is exactly what my mother said when that "boy" came back home after twenty-five years.

"The gig is up!"

Rachel's Believe it or not!

I am howling! Pure laughing, my soul is leaping over buildings, mountains, trouble in my way. I'm free! I'm happy! The wicked witch is dead!

Since day one that "woman" afflicted me.  Yes, there is something dreadful she did to me as a helpless infant. Something horrible even GOD said I am not ready to know.   I will let that go for now because that is not my focus, not my assignment.  The Dear LORD wants every one to know satan has taken over the "church".  Read Revelation.  Read it again, particularly chapter 2.

The ravenous wolves have taken over the "church" and the scared, wimpy, pusillanimous "Christians" are afraid to put them out.  Put them out!  They won't even admit that they are there.  If you would rather cloak for a demon than expose them, you may want to rethink that curse you are bringing on yourself.

What are you going to tell GOD when you see (HIM)?  Yes LORD, I knew Martha Jane Walters was an abomination to you but I didn't want to say nothing.  I didn't want to get involved.  "It didn't happen to me, what do I care about others, about innocent children?"

My own mother loved witchcraft!  Lived to work "roots" on every one she deliberately lied on.  Martha pretended to be so delusional, she would do very demonic things,  then turn around and pretend her victim did that to her.  Martha would tell that lie over and over, embellishing until she finally convinced herself.

My mother took my boyfriend from me when I was fourteen!  So was he.  She was jealous.  He was popular, light bright with grey eyes.  I understand now .  Carnal lust ruled my mother.  Carnal lust, pathological lying and witchcraft.

Witchcraft has no place in the church and true Christians do not fear satan's weak evil schemes.  To think that there are people on this earth, people in my family that fear Martha's conjure.  Dirt is dirt!  It is just damn dirt.  I know Martha went overboard pretending she had power.  What an idiot.  Down in the deep woods of the "Cow Field" at midnight , by the light of a full moon and a kerosene lamp collecting dirt off of a murdered man's grave.  I was there, I was only three but I am a witness.  I know what I know!

Dear LORD help the ignorant, the lost, the blind cripple and crazy.  Worse, a woman  delusional enough to believe that "dust" should be collected in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost but too dumb, too demonic, too delusional to know GOD was not about to let any harm come to me, to come to Jerome Walters.

Jerome Walters was infirm, suffering.  He only had one leg as a result of his daughter's pathological lying and greed.   All of his grandchildren had finally moved away.  Martha was deliberately torturing that man every day.  Yes, GOD permitted him to die at her hands.  It was really a mercy killing, that explains the mysterious Mona Lisa smile on granddaddy's face.

Go ahead all of you evil doers, do all you can while you can because GOD told me you shall proceed no further.

"You gone need somebody!"

"No man is an island.  No man stands alone."  Sure, you can live a predatory life like my mother.  You can stuff GOD up in your mouth.  You can attend church all you want!   How are you living? Can you trust you?

Are you proud of you? Is there something you need to get off of your chest? Do you rage with ignorant jealousy like Cain? Are you whorish like Jezebel?  Do you think you can get to "Heaven" without repentance?

Can a person repent after they die? You know GOD sent Jesus to go your bond. I hope GOD gives you another chance since I deliberately told everything I could. I do believe I have talked myself dry.  Beaming!

Watch the rate of repentance sky rocket!

Praise the LORD!

My test is now my testimony!

Dear Donald,
Be very careful of what you brag about and to whom you brag.  My mother used to brag about aborting babies, tried to make us feel special because we weren't one of the unfortunate five.

My mother tried to make me feel good about myself by telling me how unfortunately black I was every damn day for SIXTY-TWO FUCKING YEARS!  For telling me how I was almost "yalla", how she had to kidnap me from the whore house she left me in.

I refuse to be racist! No one can convince me that one color, one "race"  is superior to another.  I know a lot of black people are imps, pure imps,  also known as niggers.  They are real, satan's spawn. Niggers come in every color, every gender, every age.   My mother was a nigger.  She was hard headed, full of pride and lies.  She was a comedienne , a lot of fun if you were not on the receiving end of her voodoo or other demonic shit.

No, evil can not win but it can vex, it can torture.  It can make you lose your mind.  It will test your faith. 

My mother bragged about selling "lip reducing" cream to simple big lip niggers ashamed of the size of their lips.  For real.  Worse,  it was just cold cream.  Worse than worse, that lying Mathy would make out like their lips were actually shrinking when she saw them.

Do evil all you want but, don't brag about it.  Don't brag that you are too smart to pay taxes.  That rubbed me the wrong way. Sure, I might be as stupid as you assume but , don't rub it in.  Don't do your dirt and laugh while telling me I can't do it because I'm too dumb.

We've got a problem now.  I feel challenged now.  You know I have a chip on my shoulder.  Just like you said; "What do I have to lose?"   I'm old,  I'm black and worse , I'm  female, I'm a pussy!   I'm a pussy that reads bitch!    I am educated.  I do understand something about the Constitution, about governing and you my man are up to some bullshit!

America!  "Come ye out from among them!"

Jackson Southernaires - Don't Look Down On A Man (Vinyl 1981)

A friend posted this on FB. Not only  is it beautiful, it is true.  When I finally recognized my mother was indeed a ravenous wolf, few stood with me.  Some were quick to smirk and laugh as I died and fell apart.

Fine.  As I healed I learned you were not worthy of my friendship.  You prefer Martha over me? You actually believe in racial division , that the lighter the skin the greater the gift?  To quote Bernie Mack you are a "New Fool".

My dumb ignorant ass demonic mother spent eighty-seven years trying to destroy, trying to prevent GOD'S Divine Order.  Sadly, she thought she was winning.  Once she discovered she was actually losing,  once that "boy" came back Mathy Jane could not face her truth. INCEST!

Bow down bitch! Cleanse yourself of satan's delusion!  "Come ye out from among them!"  You claim satan has you when in fact You are holding onto satan.  You know damn well you MURDERED your own daddy!  Your preaching, your ordination, your eloquent entertaining preaching did not change anything.

The fact you have never had a broke day, drive a Cadillac does not mean you are blessed by GOD.  You are blessed alright, by the evil one.  You can not cast your sexual abuse against your own little children on that man, on those men.  You were culpable.  You are caught! Now rot!

You looked down on me! You  looked down on me for things you did. As long as you are dead woman don't you ever forget that you beat your husband into a bloody pulp, he had to get an untold number of stitches in his head for gambling away his check.  That same man raped your children and you were proud!

You buzzards could not get enough. I could not go along with your bullshit at fourteen.  I ran screaming!  You had to fake like you cared.  That bullshit you spouted every day about how I could not win and how you could not lose proved to be horse shit!

Rot bitch!

Ain't it funny?

Dear LORD thank You so much for my wonderful journey.  Thank You for saving me, for Jerome Walters, for my beautiful brilliant daughter.  Thank You for intervening and saving my life from eminent death so often.

Dear LORD thank You for my special anointing.  The brilliant beautiful voice you gave me will help millions.  Finally the evil demons hiding among us, cloistered in good families can be exposed.

My grandfather taught me that "Time changes all things."  It does.  I'm old now, newly old, not nearly as old as I aspire to be.  I remember blatant racism clearly.  That pure hatred never went away, just lay dormant .  Now it is raising it's ugly head via DT and other blind racist sheep.

Lockstep, march blindly, give up your life for someone else's cause.  Die to help evil greedy men keep human beings as pets and beasts of burden.  Get conned by the "taps", a flag folded into a triangle.  Get your name etched on a wall so that greedy pigs can feed at the trough.

While we are dividing and hating the evil doer is taking the lion's share of everything and laughing.  He should laugh because once again the masses have proved to be stupid.

My poor ignorant demonic mother spent her entire life of eighty-seven years fighting against GOD trying to prove (HIS) Word a lie by practicing conjure, voodoo, evil WITCHCRAFT.  The so called Christians of her church and family choose to ignore the obvious.  I understand.  Who wants to know such a truth?  How can I bear to admit that my own mother not only never loved me but,  purely hated me with a passion?  Martha Jane Walters hated this entire world and all that dwell within.

She was a ravenous wolf in sheep's clothing.  I can't help it, my brain is full of the  images of the atrocities she inflicted upon me, upon us.  The fact that my brothers still claim to love her is their problem.  I do want them to know that GOD maketh not ashamed.  The shame and embarrassment our own mother thrust upon us belongs to her!  She was the practitioner of INCEST! PEDOPHILIA!  Do I want to blame it on the witchcraft? Yes, but I know it was pride.  Pride goeth before a fall.  Martha was so full of pride she never faced one flaw, always chose vulgar cursing and assault to offend her critics.

It worked.   She died praised for her ministry.  Liars! All liars, every damn one of you.  I would have been there too had I not been the scapegoat. I would have been there if she hadn't gotten bold enough to cuss me like a dog "one mo'gin".

Jesus said let the dead bury the dead.  The dead mentally, the dead morally. I boycotted her nasty ass funeral because she MURDERED my granddaddy ! Never had enough manners to say excuse me.  Hinted though.  Gave me that pitiful look in her eyes of "I can't help my evil, love me anyway. I am a poison viper that you can never trust but, love me anyway.  I am going to leave you a lot of money when I die." 

  People can praise that woman all they want, they can't fool GOD.  If you are still in love with Martha you are a coward.  It is obvious you have never read your Bible, that you lack understanding and there is the high probability your morals are no higher than Martha's.

While Martha laughed,  considered me her personal fool, GOD watched, guided and protected.

Never give up on GOD children, never give up on GOD!

Am I angry?

Am I seething with rage? Yes I am!   I was brought to this earth for a reason.  I know GOD planted me here for something.  No, not to be a doormat, a footstool, a sex toy, a battering ram, a urinal.

GOD loves me.  I know that! I know because (HE) kept me.  Few  children  of GOD have been made to suffer more than I have.  It is my great pleasure to get up every morning , do a Holy Ghost dance and thank GOD for finally taking that albatross off of this earth.

Yes, my mother did in fact MURDER her own father.  Never got so much as a slap on the wrist.  The low slutty bitch forbade us to ever so much as bring up the subject.  Is that nerve? Pride? Demon possession? All of the above?

How nasty was my own mother?  I have no interest in sex.  I am dead from the waist down. And the low slut, ravenous wolf still wasn't satisfied.  Stalked me into old age anyway trying to make sure I would be busted and broken forever.

Can you say Backfire from your position in hell you low stanking scummy viperous maggot slut!?

You shall proceed no further! Now bow down bitch!