Time to go back to the "mourner's bench" John Lee Hooker Moanin ' Blues

One of my best and most vivid memories is of the "moan'ner's bench" in Wesley Chapel African Methodist Episcopal Zion Church,  in Wade Station, North Carolina.

I was two, three, four years old, just a toddler held in church all day , every Sunday.  It was fun. Granddaddy bathed us in  an old rusty tin tub the night before, "Saddy-night".  Lotioned us up with Jergens' and petroleum Vasoline.

We ate grits, (fried) fatback ,  (sopped) molasses and biscuits . Put on our "Sunday-go-to-meeting" clothes and WALKED  through the woods, a marshy swamp,  to church.  There was no air conditioning, screened windows, or an organ. The wasps swarmed , lighting on people just to determine fear.

There were times some sought solace on that "mourner's bench".  People really did moan.  Some wailed.  Jet black ladies dressed in all white nurses uniforms comforted them.  Rubbing their backs with their snow white gloved hands.  Some fanned them.  Some would faint and the nurse/ushers pulled out those capsules.  They would crack a capsule under some poor victim's nose, overcome with grief and help revive them.

Some down there on their knees were afraid but,  some were brave,  My grandfather was brave.  No,  he didn't git down on the "moan'ner's bench". He was too tall, too stiff with rheumatoid arthritis.  He leaned back in a cane bottomed straight chair and prayed for me, prayed for us.  Jerome Walters stood in the gap for me! For us! Praise the LORD!

While there are many that will "fall away" (2 Thessalonians 2:3) , join forces with tRump because  they are of little faith, have low character, have low morales are still debilitated by Mathy's two-edged tongue.  We suffer with debilitating fear, that is why we acquiesce, play docile, "wear the mask",  commit vile degrading acts,  in order to placate wo/men we perceive to be "powerful".

We are ALL powerful!   We all have Holy Ghost Power!   "Resist the devil and s/he will flee."   tRump has called out far too many enemies at the exact same time. "When you fail to plan, you plan to fail."

 All People of Color, Gays, women, Transgender, the poor, the elderly, the disabled, the educated.  How can evil win? It never has!

The Scripture says this mongrel shall proceed no further!

One thing for sure, he offers a clear choice.

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!" Episcopal Zi

I know it to be an absolute fact …. Sam Cooke Bring It On Home to Me lyrics

While I am just a sojourner here, IT IS VERY APPARENT TO ME THAT I  ARRIVED ON THIS EARTH approximately two hundreds years too soon.  Most people are so fucking stupid, slow to comprehend, yet  much too easily riled to kill and main for jealousy, envy. People are still much too tribal and divisive.   That Cain and Abel spirit is raging.  2 Thessalonians 2:3; is now, ever present.

"Let no man deceive you by any means: FOR THAT DAY SHALL NOT COME, EXCEPT THERE COME A FALLING AWAY FIRST, AND THAT MAN OF SIN BE REVEALED, THE SON OF PERDITION!"

That man is tRump! You know it , I know it. "EXCEPT THERE BE A FALLING AWAY FIRST."

How many good people will be driven from the "Church"? How many will have their blinders and chains fall off like I did? I loved my little "Pentecostal" Church until tRump.  I had a lot of "white" friends until tRump.

Yes, tRump is as crazy as a white mouth mule, just like my mother.  My mother was a hoot.  We should have stopped her.  No one could.  She was a test, we were imprisoned. We had to endure her to the end.

tRump is a test. No climate change! Revive Coal! Threaten another nitwit!  The bastard is just wiping his ass with the Constitution.  Who is going to stop him? Who really wants too? I made it to "old". Let him fuck it up. He has way more to lose than we do.

Check out the irony, the Divine Order, the white people saying nothing and encouraging this fool have way more to lose than people of color. So, let him him burn the muthafucker down to the muthafucking ground!

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

"Cannon fodder" is the term Cannonball Adderley Quintet - "Mercy, Mercy, Mercy" (1966)

During war generals move their troops like chess pieces.  When soldiers are deliberately sacrificed in an attempt to win a battle,  or war , they are called "cannon fodder", just human lives thrown away, destroyed,  the same way fodder is destroyed and considered useless , except to feed animals.

Let's take the concept of "canon fodder"  further.  Let's take it to a woman, a mother,  that falls so low,  she uses her own children to satisfy her carnal urges.  A woman so low,  she successfully murdered her own father.

Yes, it happens and happens quite frequently,  often, according to 2 Timothy.  Let's say that low woman did successfully destroy her own sons because she hated them  for looking just  like their fathers.  The men she claimed to love so much.

What if you ever find out concretely,  the woman you loved, despite her cruel proclivities, never loved you! Never had one ounce of love for you or anyone else, period! Bitch terrorized for nearly a century, never loving anyone.

Would you look back over your life, counting blessing after blessing and be humbled? Would you care that most people hate you for trying your level best to save a dying world from INCEST, PEDOPHILIA, WITCHCRAFT,  IN THE CHURCH!?

At sixty-six years old,  all I can do is look back and wonder! No, not really. I'm not wondering. I know it was the fervent prayers of a truly righteous man, Jerome Walters.  The man that stood in the gap for me.  The man that took a bullet in the heart for me, for us.

All I can say is , Thank You Jesus!

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

The first time I rode the train ...JAMES BROWN & THE FAMOUS FLAMES- NIGHT TRAIN

I was eight years old, traveling from Fayetteville, North Carolina to Richmond , Virginia to meet my "father" for the very first time.

That day WILL be forever frozen in my mind.  While my mother sent me raped , suffering in excruciating pain,  I had all new clothes. The prettiest summer outfits, the like of which , I had never seen.

My "father" met me at Grand Central Station , beautiful! Magnificent! I was in awe.

While my "father" was tall and handsome as my mother promised, his armor was pre-tarnished by the words of my grandfather.  When I shared with him,  the news of my up coming trip, I remember he wasn't impressed.

I know now Mathy had pumped me up, had me expecting GOD's second coming. Granddaddy just sighed and from  between his clenched teeth,  came the words; "Call duh nigga mis-tuh!"

I do firmly believe,  if more men knew what they were doing,  deliberately depositing their seed in the belly of a whore, more men would use condoms.

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COMEYE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

Sending this one out to my five brothers ...Rose Royce - Wishing On A Star

Dear LORD have mercy on my five brothers, their families, me,  my family and every one involved in this sad saga of incest, pedophilia, murder and witchcraft.

Free us LORD! Take the excruciating pain! Take the shame! The fear!   Bring us to your cross. Grant us the courage to finally face our truth.

We were imprisoned but,  we endured to the end. It is obvious, we were under satanic attack, held hostage, held for ransom.  I had a serious nervous breakdown.  I lost everything!  That was Mathy's signature move.   We all knew it, we all saw it, watched her destroy friend after friend our entire lives.  None of us ever wanted to believe she would do it to us, her own children.

Why would she need to root us, she already treated us like crap. Isaiah 49:15 warns us of evil mother's like you but, the "Church" doesn't preach it.

Martha would gleefully  befriend you, love on you,  then pounce on you unexpectedly, decimate you then laugh.  Worse than worse, she would brag to your face what she had done, take all the credit just like that mongrel , tRump.

Martha took tremendous pride and pleasure in her deed once it was done, once she felt successful she felt the need to brag. That's demon possession. That is delusion.  What kind of woman stalks her own children for seventy plus years pretending to love them while,  delighting in their down fall?

That is some sick perversion.  What kind of people take it, keep quiet? Defeated, faithless people. People lock stepping to church every Sunday, learning nothing, just following tradition.  People that do not trust or obey, they just pretend.

No, your life was not going to amount to much under Mathy's watch.  Not only too jealous, just too stupid.  She never learned her left from her right.  Always pronounced loins,  LIONS! "Grid up your LIONS."   (Hilarious)

Dear LORD while we watch this world divide and sub divide,  according to color,  some will  seek righteousness, some will  seek You.

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

Sending this one out to my dearly departed mother. The Spinners - I'll Be Around

First of all I must say I do thank the LORD for you.  I am deeply humbled, prostrate,  for simply being privileged to witness GOD's Magnificence working in my life.  Demonic sick plot, after sick plot orchestrated by my own mother foiled. Praise the LORD!

Poor, low fallen woman, you chose to sit there, to rot, to take your entire family with you.  While your choice was wrong, it was truly beneficial. Because of you, your jealousy, envy, cruelty, lust for sadistic mutilation, I did well.  My daughter did well.

How many women of any color can reflect on a thrifty year stellar career as an educator? How many can do it sincerely?

I have all of the evidence Martha. I have a copy of that obituary you wrote after you MURDERED  your own daddy! It reads like a confession, because it was a confession.  Martha! Why did you MURDER your father on the anniversary of your brother's murder?

WITCHCRAFT!  Practicing voodoo and conjure messed you up Martha.  You knew you were wrong but, you refused to give up your vile proclivities because you enjoyed what you were doing. Your hatred for me, for us, for granddaddy,  was unreal.  I lived it and can scarily believe it.

Yes, Martha you left no doubt you were demon possessed.  That preaching for cover was entertaining and oh yes, very convincing.  But, your fruit! An abomination!  Martha! You volunteered for the evil one to turn you into something lower than a maggot.  How in the GOD's Name could you look in the mirror for EIGHTY-SEVEN YEARS? 

What can you say, dead and rotting, now?  Nothing! I have committed the rest of my life to exposing vipers like you and some of your husbands. "You shall proceed no further."    If more people revealed incestuous pedophiles like you , there would be a lot less of you buzzards, that's for sure.

People that mistreat me, shun me, talk behind my back, go out of their way to offend me on Face Book have never read 1Peter 4:16. Probably can't understand it any way.  I forgive them.  I do laugh. People vacuous enough to think The Holy Spirit takes notice of their phony worship.

My mother never missed a Sunday of service for EIGHTY-SEVEN YEARS!

Get your heart right! What is in your heart? I tell you how I have suffered and you imps go out of your way to make my pain worse? Pray! Fast! Study! Purge!

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!

"What am seen can't be denied."

"I am that I am!"  I am here! I AM ANOINTED!  I know my purpose! I know the plans the Holy Spirt has for me. I can not be stopped or dismayed in any manner.

Your rebuke has done nothing but make me strong.

I attended Atlanta University.  I was tricked, lured by love, mislead by my demon possessed "mother". Let me say, I was dismally disappointed. A so-called University, nothing but a gloried high school.  A black school totally run and controlled by imps, jealous, ravenous imps.

I did find solace, I did find joy, in the "stacks", in Trevor Arnett Library.  I discovered a life worth living reading every word former slaves dictated to The WPA interviewers.  I could hear their voices, interpret their dialect.  I did my master's thesis on "Voodoo and Conjure".

I sat in Trevor Arnett, in the "Negro Collection" for nine, ten hours a day, reading, in complete rapture. One gentlemen fascinated me with his testimony concerning this one particular slave that had "healing power".  He saved his master's prize thoroughbred when some one slashed his hind leg open.  The slave just knelt over the horse, praying, touched the horse and the blood coagulated immediately!

When the interviewer responded in disbelief, re-questioned him, expressed deep doubt, the former slave responded; "What am seen can't be denied."

My experiences can not be denied.  It is obvious to me now , who and what my birth mother was.  I have to laugh as I count all of her failed attempts to completely ruin me.  Having me raped, sexually molested repeatedly,  didn't make me promiscuous as was her hope. The nasty-always-having-sex-with-the-door-open-slut made me frigid, ASEXUAL! Chaste, celibate, virtuous! (Ha-ha bitch!)

The drugs! My mother had my medicine cabinet, refrigerator loaded with highly addictive drugs! Some how, for some reason, I did not get addicted! Praise the LORD!

The saddest part of this saga, Martha could have been who and what she wanted,  had she left off destroying me, destroying others.  Fact is, I would have taken her secrets to my grave also,  if she had not MURDERED my granddaddy.  That was that 'hoe's undoing.

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM MONG THEM!"