I’m Still Standing THE BOOK OF ROME!!!

I'm still Standing!

Due to be dead, a long time ago.

I'm still Standing only by the Grace of GOD

BEAMING!

Proud!

Not bragging,

Testifying!

I was there, I know what I saw. IT is impossible to care less about what any "martha jane walters lover", thinks about Me. I know s/he was a two legged, sick, sadistic, INCESTUOUS PEDOPHILE for Eighty-seven years, eleven months and twenty-three days.

A wo/man so common, so despicable, my first vivid memory is of me and my brother , being transported in and old '51 Buick to the Cow Field (Ki field) to collect "Goofer Dust". At seventy-one and nine months, I can still remember the names on the graves. One was an innocent baby. martha said s/he picked her for good Goofer dust, like healing.

s/he also collected her dust from a MURDERED man's grave. Claimed that this particular man had the best dust, ever. IT never failed her. That was the dust martha used when s/he sought revenge, wanted to punish you for "outdoing her".

I'm still Standing!

Yes, World that low volunteer Soothe sayer, Conjurer, "Root Worker" stalked Me, stalked the entire Walters family, all her kit and kin, friends and enemies , working roots to the day s/he finally expired. World that wo/man, I was forced to call "Mother", was never a mother to Me.

It is actually a blessing to be hated by such volunteer scum. I'm glad s/he secretly, clandestinely, set up stumbling blocks, set me up, over and over, targeted my body for her unending Witchcraft. IT made me stronger!

Praise the LORD!

Thank You LORD for Rome Walters! Thank You for his fervent prayers. Thank you for the KNOWLEDGE he passed on to Me.

BEAMING!

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