Make no mistake, the evildoer is not nearly as dumb as s/he pretends. Yes, s/he is always a bully. LORD, please never let them have more money than their "targets", hapless victims. Never be reduced so low that you think you must depend on them for mercy.
Do know The HOLY SPIRIT will work it out! If you ask, You must ask, you must pray and you must be receptive.
Do know the person, any person that mistreats you, does not love you. Any one that get some sadistic satisfaction from your tears, doesn't love you.
Make sure you know "kinship", "blood-ship" does not come with a loving guarantee. The only guarantee WE have is in The HOLY SPIRIT.
Prepare your hearts Children. satan is a sadist , and as long as he "lives" he shall cause misery, chaos and confusion. s/he is a PATHOLOGICAL LIAR!
You can't fix them. You can't shame them. "Just endure to the end". Do resist them. Prepare to cry daily. Prepare to be rejected as they play with your heart. Yes, they are sick sadist! LIARS!
GOD sees, GOD knows, GOD moves. VERY SLOWLY!!! Be abundantly blessed as you go about your day learning, asorbing, knowing.
For sixty-eight years far too many "loved ones" have spit my name.
Hurled it, chuncked it far away from them.
"Git on way from round heah!
Learn to shut yo'mouf!"
"Be grateful to be massa' footstool."
"Yo'mama git to be a MONGREL MONSTROSITY
Cause s/he LIGHTSKINNEEEEDDDDDD!"
Well, I don't give a FUCK!
Lying ass muthafuckers lined up marching into houses of worship today.
Most will spend all day lying their fucking hypocritical, parasitic asses off.
All shall be entertained.
The puffed up with pride shall strut.
The blind sheep shall remain blind and shall be severely fleeced.
The evil, the jealous, the sneaky closet homosexuals
deliberately mispronounced my name.
Called me "Ray-CHUR" just to hear my blood boil.
Defeated Confederate sympathizers always try to reduce my name to "RACH"!
HELL NO!
That's right , put some respect on my name!
I've earned it.
You can laugh at me if you want to.
Consider yourself better because you have more disposable "wealth", income , Cheddar.
WE are ALL the same!
NOTHING!
Piss ants!
From dirt WE came,
to dirt WE ALL shall return.
Money is just paper.
(You are not taking one funky dime with you when you die.)
You use money, never let money use you.
Never permit anyone to use You for you money.
Never reduce yourself to buying love.
If a nigga can't love you just so, can't love you for you, fuck'um.
Love should never make you feel bad.
I accidentally married the dumbest, sorriest, "no-fucking-est", broke-est closet "gay" Christian muthafucker to ever live.
Instead of the dumb muthafucker chilling, acting like the "gentleman, staunch Christian" he pretended to be before I married him, the dumb nigga turned rouge.
Rouge REPROBATE!
Out fucking strange "men" at random.
Out smoking crack.
Out laying up on his lazy ass actually believing I owned him my life, my hard earned cash because of the COLOR OF MY SKIN! Nigga Please!
Wait! It was a blessing! His horrid ignorant behavior saved me years of anguish.
There is one thing WE should never forget; IT IS ALL IN DIVINE ORDER!
This Life is a test.
"What would Jesus Do?"
What do the righteous do?
The condemned thief said to Jesus: "When thy enter into thy Kingdom LORD, remember me."
If the first thing you do when you enter into your kingdom is "floss", ....
well that's on you.
Who? What kind of person deprives a loved one of joy, deliberately piles on inflicting pain?
Somebody in the need of prayer.
Someone who lies out of fear.
Someone that needs to give up fear and embrace GOD's Almighty Truth!
"If yuh don't want to dieeeeeeeeee! Yuh bed not be bornnnnnnnnn!" *Rebben Izike preached.
I mean he moaned...hacked...hollered...screamed, as he gracefully floated from one side of Wesley A.M.E.Z. Church's sparse, wooden pulpit to the other.
*Rebben Izike could preach! If he couldn't set your soul on fire, "Your wood was wet".
He had no organ, drums, a good choir...nothing. Just raw scripture joined up with his interpretation of the Word.
*Rebben Izike was still dashing , old as dirt but, behind that weathered , leather black face and snow white hair stood a man once fine.
They say ole Reb was too lazy to work, that's why he went to preaching.
He had no "home Church", just the perennial visiting pastor.
Free meals, small collections and great accolades.
As far as I know, he only possessed one suit.
Snow white, double breasted, Silk with matching scarf.
"Knobhill" shoes.
That suit was the "bomb", only thirty years past it's prime.
I can still re-preach all of his sermons because WE always mocked him.
"Git on the wagon ...don't fall off!"
"Be ye puh-tik-lar like duh rabbit!"
Returning home from eight , nine, ten hours or "Church" every Sunday, WE
created skits.
Competed with each other to see who could capture what I (WE) considered his ignorance.
Growing up, visiting the "country" every Sunday was always the best part of my week.
No hollering, no cussing, no enslavement.
A granddaddy that handed out quarters like candy.
I didn't have to absorb my "mother's" horrid , unending insults because s/he could never find the courage to face her own issues.
A "fine wo/man" that burned with envy and jealousy for no reason.
A prerennial plotter.
YES!
A DEMON CONTROLLED RACIST!
AN INCESTUOUS PEDOPHILE!
A MURDERER!
"Good food" was guaranteed!
I could eat my fill, not be bombarded with insults about "her" keeping "OUR assholes open".
No, I never quite understood why WE were really there.
My "mother" never practiced anything s/he preached.
S/he was also very charismatic.
Totally full of shit .
But , so much fun.
While billions find comfort and great wealth using GOD's Word to exploit and use others,
"They shall not get away."
BEAMING!!!
Life has taught me *Rebben Izike was not so ignorant after all.
