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BEAMING! Dear Children of the Most High, please know, no matter what it looks like, you are not forsaken!
It is impossible! It can't happen! Not if you know "you". Not if you know your heart. Not if you know you can, now, and always have,  been led by The HOLY SPIRIT!
Please practice critical thinking! Please dare to know "Your Truth"!
Not only know what happened to you, refuse to accept your abuser's abuse, their secret , clandestine, covert sabotage. STOP IT!
World, it took t rump to snatch my blinders off.  I was true blue, sold out for Christ! Attended Church without fail for years and years! Paid dearly in Tithes and Offerings! Volunteered! I was "IN". I loved IT!
My "mother" was an ordained preacher, AMEZ (African Methodist Episcopal Zion), Simon Temple, on Yadkin Road, in Fayetteville, North Carolina.
HORROR UNLEASHED!My "mother" was a madame, a prostitute that preached well.  My LORD My LORD! THANK YOU FOR DELIVERING ME!
PLEASE DELIVER ALL OF US, LORD!
All I know, is all I know. When I was three years old my "BirthER", took me down in the woods,  adjacent to my GrandFather's home, and tortured me! Yes World, that low SLUT for satan held me in those woods for hours, screaming, hollering, beating, slapping, "dogging" me.
World, martha had a "meltdown". 
(Pre-quil) For some reason I was childishly happy, exuberant,  and I was actually bragging, proud of my excellent memory.
"This man,  (Wright Walters) , asked us if me,  and Bob had the same daddy. I said;No! Russell Gaine's is Bob's daddy,  and Chris Dawkins is my daddy."
At seventy three I can still remember being proud of the "knowledge" of facts,  I had gathered,  about my life, our lives,  in such a short period of time.
World, that stanking coward, that sadistic,  demonic whore, beat the dog shit out of me! Not only did the low slut never apologize, carried anger,  and resentment for me, for us, for the entire World, forever!
Not only that , cursed me for living! Cursed me for my "Color"! Cursed me for being a burden! Cursed me for talking too much! "Yo'black ass mouf run lak goose shit in the moon light!"
From that point on, mjw attempted to slay me. Every form of abuse known and unknown to man, that low whore, tried on me. So what!? It BACKFIRED!
BEAMING!!!
*PS
Did that man/wo/man ever repent? NO! Did s/he know s/he could? Of course, s/he preached it every Sunday for years and years.
Did s/he ever approach Wright Walters, (he lived to be ninety -six) ? Hell No!
If you weren't elderly, infirm, incapacitated, too young or too small, mathy was avoiding you. s/he was crazy, not stupid.

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