"Fear not , dear one"

So, it is November 5, 2016 and the United States Of America is falling, falling rapidly. The public demands to be lorded over by a demonic demagogue.  Be careful what you pray for.  The "Christian Right" is gloating, swearing the "deed" is done.

Well, I stopped by to tell you there is only one GOD! Praise the LORD.  (HE) promised to protect me from all hurt , harm and danger and always has.  I praise the LORD!  I praise (HIM) in the morning, at noonday, all day long.

In trying to take over GOD's world foolish man pretends to love GOD, to serve (HIM).  We are all a bunch of lying hypocrites doing what we do for show.  The next time you go to church, look around, observe.  How many are on their cell phones?    How many are just going through the motions, locking stepping, following tradition blindly?  How many sermons did you listen to that you know your pastor stole from someone else?

How many churches have only one theme,  one agenda , prosperity?  How many churches teach that wealth is a blessing although the book they carry and never read admonishes us to not store up wealth, silver and gold where moth and rust  doth corrupt.

Imprisoned for over sixty-two years , strung up and hog tied in my mother's diabolical web, strangled, tortured and forced to say thank you, I know better than to trust Trump.  The right wing conservative Christians swear they prayed first, that "The Donald" has the blessings of Christ because he is so hateful and rude.

I am very observant, very discerning because I had to develop these skills or perish.  The woman that birthed me wore a mask, had the sweetest melodious kindest tone when she wanted something.   Cussed and cursed your socks off daily for being black, being a burden, needing to be feed, housed, clothed.  Worse, dared us to tell it. " Don't none of you BLACK MUTHAFUCKERS EVA' TELL A MUTHAFUCKING THANG DAT GO ON IN DIS HOUSE!"

Every Sunday she packed us up in her long Cadillac and forced us to sit for hours and hours on a hard wooden bench just so she could fool the public.   In order to fool her many admirers.   In order to make sure the spotlight was always on her.  Always on program , the mistress of ceremony , dressed to the nines, "light bright, damn near white", good hair, big legs, flat ass and pretend wealth.

 I did ask GOD why my mother pretended to be so saved and sanctified on Sunday and was nothing less than a notorious demonic pervert all the time.

GOD reminded me to read 2 Timothy.   There she is, my mother fully described, no natural affection, selfish, greedy, a lover of self.  That was my mother alright.  An abomination, a complete disgrace, something repugnant and disgusting all the time.  Why didn't I know she was demon possessed? I was confused, whorish ass , dumb ass Mathy Jane turning her "love" off and on like a faucet.  My mother was a low scoundrel, a maggot.  Is that why she carried such vile secret hatred against me for sixty-two years?  Is that why she tried to ruin me from the moment I was conceived in her corrupt womb?

No, it was all for "such a time as this".  Far too many people, particularly whites in our world have never been treated like a damn nigger, hated and stalked simply for being born.  My mother had six surviving children, hated every last one of us with a passion.  No, she didn't say it in so many words but , she sure showed us.  My mother tried every thing in her power to humiliate me, us, to take the Walters family down to her level.  To pummel us into the dust, eviscerate us, destroy us on the sly.  Martha always had to be sly, conniving, manipulative,  unfortunately once she a ruined you, deliberately led you astray she had to laugh, just had to take credit.

I thank GOD Martha did laugh, did reveal herself to be a wicked "root worker",  otherwise I would have  remained confused, lost, destroyed, down in that pit she sealed me in.

As for my five surviving siblings,  we all struggle with deep depression, alcohol and drug addiction.  We all hate her.  I know my brothers claim to love her, impossible.  How can you claim to love a woman that beat you viciously,  had her men violating you sexually while you were still a small child?  How can you love a woman that MURDERED JEROME WALTERS?

"You fool"!   That woman was never more than a low life lying slut!  I'm screaming; the one brother that she surely tormented and reduced to dung slammed the phone down  in my face because I refused to attend the whore's funeral.  "Thou fool".  He's happy, she left him her house. an old house with a house note!

The other brother, a medical doctor, also reduced to dung,  hates me, blames me, distances himself from me for talking about his mother!  The devil is a lie!

If I have to live through a Trump Presidency, I can.  I survived MARTHA JANE WALTERS with the help of the LORD.

Dear LORD I am so eternally grateful for your hand of mercy.  Save all that want to be saved is my fervent prayer.

Shouting Glory!

Sure, I understand why mother refused repentance.

And I understand why GOD promises deliverance.  I'm old, in my fourth quarter , remembering far too much excruciating pain.  Pain so horrible I laugh hysterically.  Like the time when I was four years old and witnessed my mother bet the pure dog shit out of her newly wed second husband when he caught her fornicating in the front seat of his brand new Fairlane Ford.

Not only did she beat him fairly often, she took all his money.  If you knew Mathy Jane you were not going to have any money, ever.  She felt entitled and she was going to take it.  You were going to be her slave, her bitch and you were going to like it.

Every Sunday the LORD sent she was going to be up in somebody's church putting on an act.  I am a bit amused because if any of my close relatives read this they have to wonder if they were "rooted" also.

The answer is yes.  It took my mother a very long time to secure her first husband and he was old and blind.   Martha always hated to see couples in love, getting married, remaining true to each other.

Think about it.  Did you know Martha?  Did she pump you for information regarding your love life?  Were you pretty? Were you smart? Did you seem to be happy and full of joy? If you knew Martha Jane Walters you were not going to enjoy much of anything very long.  Yes, she would put on a Broadway musical convincing you of her undying love.  All lies.  She was a sadist from birth.

"From such stay away."

Marvin Williams sings "If Anybody Ask You Who I Am."

Yes I'm bragging! Beaming! Jubilant! Singing; "Had an evil demonic mother that died thinking she had won, died thinking she helped satan destroy me.  But GOD said No! GOD said No! I'm so glad GOD said No!"

Fear no man, no woman, no thing.  Fear nothing! It is ALL in Divine Order.  Getting by is not getting away.  My mother was well into her eighties before I finally figured her out.  I had swallowed her holier than thou, saved and sanctified act until that "boy" came back home.  Even she said; "The cat out  of the bag now."

Children, GOD does not hold our sins against us.  Humble yourself, repent.  What ever you do, do not do like Martha Jane Walters.  All the energy and time she spent on destroying others she could have worked on herself , improved herself , then she would not have rotted in self-hatred and envy.

Be abundantly blessed knowing full well GOD loves you.

"For such a time as this"

I am healing, I am climbing up out of that dark pit while praying fervently for every human being on this earth.

"Fear no man" says the woman brought up on a diet of  fear.  I was  terrified, beaten, raped, molested, ruined.  Well, she tried to ruin me.  I thrived any way.  GOD is good children. I don't care what you are going thorough,  GOD got you , you will make it.

I am one person that can not be fooled by the likes of Trump. My mother was Trump.  I am not saying he works "roots".  But he appears to be just as sexually perverted, lying, ignorant and brutal.  My mother didn't think she needed to repent of her sins either.  Thought she could use GOD also.

Came to this earth, did everything despicable and repulsive she could do.  Finally expired,  now she is rotting.

Donald you may claim to have ten billion dollars and many may honor and fear you for such.  I don't.  I know your kind.  I met your kind before.  "For such a time as this."  Tell me this Donald , why is a multi billionaire so miserable, so unhappy.

My mother was always very unhappy too. Pretended to be happy, to be the most brilliant while 'running to and fro seeking whom she could destroy'.  She was a lying bore just like you.

Keep on.  GOD got this.

"For such a time as this"

I am healing, I am climbing up out of that dark pit while praying fervently for every human being on this earth.

"Fear no man" says the woman brought up on a diet of  fear.  I was  terrified, beaten, raped, molested, ruined.  Well, she tried to ruin me.  I thrived any way.  GOD is good children. I don't care what you are going thorough . GOD got you , you will make it.

One thing my mother made abundantly clear ...

for eighty-seven years; we didn't matter. No one mattered but her.  If there was anything good in this world it was reserved for her.  We couldn't have any.  No joy, no love, no nothing.  Martha was a closet sadist and relished inflicting excruciating pain.  She could not be stopped, was not stopped.

 For sixty-two years I was too black, too dumb, too hard lucked, too broke and too GOD forsaken to ever earn anything but her pity.  When she pitied me enough she would break me off a piece of money or give me some gift I didn't ask for or need.

Martha always hated everyone.  Martha was angry, like we forced her to put on that phony front of being so holy, so religious.  Martha wanted no part of GOD, not any part of all (HIS) Commandments,  damn rules and boundaries.  Mathy Jane was going to do what the fuck she pleased , when she pleased and NO FUCKING BODY WAS EVER GOING TO SAY SHIT!

And in the mean time for eighty-seven years she was going to sneak around selling pussy on the side, slinging "goofer dust", and  just generally lying and playing house.  She preached because she was a frustrated actress always too lazy and whorish to go to Hollywood.

Dear LORD, I get up every morning praying for the poor little innocent children like me, innocent children born into the demonic clutches of extremely wicked women.  Deliver your children LORD, bless them , save them.

Thank you for saving me, for saving my daughter.  Save all those that want to be saved in the mighty name of Jesus I pray.

Armchair quarterbacks

For my entire life many have offered their unsolicited advice on how I should treat my mother. "Just forgive hur, forgit it!"

[My head spins! I want to scream! I want to grab this lame muthafucker and shake the shit out of them.  How the fuck can you tell me how to treat a beast? Your dumb ass doesn't even believe demonic beasts exist just because you have never encountered one.]

Martha laughed, always laughed, sneaky bitch.  Why didn't granddaddy tell us? Perhaps he did not know she was a full fledged beast but , he knew she was an evil pervert.   He knew she was a pathological liar and a brute. 

 He also believed greatly in prayer.  No matter what problem I brought to my grandfather  he always had the same answer; "Don't worry dawthur   …Jesus will fix it."

No, he never promised me Jesus  would be in a hurry, he never suggested GOD would take (HIS) sweet ass time either.   It is rather ironic.  Martha always complained that GOD was too slow. ( Perhaps that is why she turned to WITCHCRAFT. )

I know she didn't want  anyone to know who or what she really was.   I know she was extremely guarded and paranoid her entire life.   I know some big black secret always hovered over us.   Something no one was allowed to talk about.   I just assumed it was the secret about my "uncle" really being my brother.  I had no idea they were hiding the fact Martha was a "root worker." 

I've  told so much on her since her death.  It is like "I knew" but, "I didn't know".  I saw but  I didn't see.  I was shocked but, I just moved on and tried to survive by putting one foot in front of the other. 

I'm laughing ,  she would "throw" at you.   She would mail you a letter she shit in.   She could do "some things", did do "some things".

I'm still laughing.  My mother had a pet nigger, sixteen years her junior.  A zombie, a fucking zombie.  The nigger was a robot!  He kept her house clean, grass cut, clothes washed, cupboards stuffed, car washed ,  gassed up, gave her all his  money  and he was her chauffeur.

I do kind of understand why my mother opted for demonic power.  She had no faith, not real faith,  anyway.   She was just putting on, you know Jesus on the lips, far from the heart.  I'm sorry that she failed to realize that Almighty GOD has All power and all she ever had to do was ask (HIM).

I never could understand why she lied and pretended so much.  Didn't she know GOD always knew her heart? Did she care? Could she care?  No mater, all knees shall bow, every tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ is LORD!

Be abundantly blessed.