Hello Baby Girl,
My name is Albert LeRoy Jones (a.k.a. Moses). I know that you wonder why I called you "Baby Girl," when clearly you are a grown adult woman. See, I am A Prophet of GOD, actually I am The General, The Commander of GOD's Forces, so because of that, GOD entrusts me with His Feelings for you in my heart so that I can clearly relate to what He is saying to you through me. Because of the responsibility of my title ("The General") I am usually overseeing the construction/building of GOD's Kingdom on earth as It is in Heaven and therefore I usually only address the leaders of the churches. But sometimes I like to getaway from my hefty title, and disguise myself as an common man, so that I can get close to a soul whom is lost and needs to be found without having the lights, cameras and action around. See, Baby Girl, I know your deeds, for GOD is with me and what He sees, I can also see. You are far from The Lord (Jesus) and you are overwhelmed with guilt & shame, bitterness & hard-heartedness, contempt & rebellion (especially towards GOD Himself). Though, you have heard "The Word of GOD" preached before. You have heard all about His (GOD's) Goodness and Mercy. But you still feel like an outcast, unworthy of Goodness & Mercy. And even though you have heard how GOD has forgiven others of their sins, I mean, people with all kinds of testimonies, people whom have done some horrendous things in their Lives. But see, you have never quite heard of anyone with a testimony like yours, and so you continue to distance yourself from your Daddy, your Father in Heaven, GOD (YAHWEH). I mean, you have watched some of the most popular ministries on Christian Television, but still you have never heard of a woman being forgiven for deeds like yours, a shameful testimony indeed. Even some of the worst woman sinners, such as prostitutes, all seem to have this sad story of how they were raped, or sexually molested as a child, which led to their sinful lifestyle as an adult but, still, this only makes you feel even more guilty and shame, even more of an outcast & rotten looser. Sometimes you even wish that you were raped or sexually molested as a child, so that people would have more sympathy for you and your testimony. But you were not raped, nor were you sexually molested as a child! In fact, you wanted what you got, you chose the Life that you have lived! See, there was this really cute guy in your neighborhood whom you really liked, you were very attracted to him even though he was sort of a thug-type figure and known to be a scoundrel in tha-hood, your hood (some may call it "the ghetto"). You really wanted this guy, I mean you really liked him, and your little hormones were boiling over with passionate heat! But see, this particular thug lived by "the code of the hommies {homies}" (his home-boys, his partners, his dawgs) and they all stayed true to their slogan, "It ain't no fun, if the hommies {homies} can't have none!" And the only way to get to the guy you liked, the one whom you were really passionate about, was to let his hommies {homies} share in taking your virginity (your innocence), the braking of your seal, your youthful vaginal tightness. So you consensually allowed this boy you liked and his friends to "run a train on you" (consecutively taking turns fuckin you) as vulgar and degrading as they pleased. And they did it in your own bedroom, when your mama was not home (while your single-parent mother was at work). And the other bad thing about it was, that even though you felt dirty and used afterward you actually was very aroused during the sexual activity ("the train-run"), and felt a rush of physical/sexual excitement & ecstasy from each of the five guys that fucked you, especially from the one whom you really liked, even though it kinda hurt a little, you thought it was good-pain. You tried to keep this little sexual escapade a secret, your own personal business, the lost {loss} of your innocence (your virginity). The only problem was, that your new-found lovers, your five new boyfriends (whom were really not your friends at all), thought otherwise. Instead, they spread the news around the hood, they made it the latest head-line on the block, and you were now caught in indecent exposure, a sexual-scandal, the latest "freaky-tale". At the ripe young age of fifteen, you became the neighborhood hoe (whore), the filthy slut on the block. Guys (men and boys) began to harass you for sex. Girls (and grown women) began to talk about you (gossiping) and showed hatred towards you (judging & condemning you). Guys would walk past {pass} your house (even while your mother was at home) shouting "Heeeyyyy, WE WANT SOME PPUUUSSSAAYY!!!" And sometimes your mother would have to go to the door and tell them hoodlums to leave from in front of her house with all that mess/nasty (vulgar) talk (though she had no clue why they were doing/saying what they were saying in the first place because she was the only person in tha hood whom still did not know your little secret). Besides that, groups of girls would walk down your block (your street) shouting as they passed your house, "NASTY-ASS HOE!!!" and "NASTY-ASS FREAK!!!" And to think of how bad and awful that must have been to experience, it was really bad when you had to leave the house to walk to school, or down to the bus-stop, or when your mother would send you to walk down to the corner-store for groceries (bread, milk, etc.). As a matter of fact, one day as you were walking back from the corner-store, you were about half-way home when you crossed paths with the same group of girls whom were shouting obscenities (hateful remarks/ridicule) as they would pass/walk-by your house all the time. As you crossed paths they began to call you bad names, shouting loud for everyone around to hear, trying to cause you hurt and shame. So you got mad (angry), turned around and got all up in those bitches faces, and an argument erupted, you verses them (a group of six girls against one/you). People in the neighborhood/on the block began to gather around, as people were yelling aloud "FIGHT!" "FIGHT!" instigating the whole matter. And as so, the fight broke-out (began) when you hit one of the girls in the face and then they all began to jump on you. It seemed as though everyone in the neighborhood was gathered around to see a fight (except the only one who did not yet know your little secret, your mother) and you heard as people (adults and children alike) began to yell & shout (chanting continuously), "BEAT THAT HOE!!!" "WHOOP THAT BITCH!!!", referring to you as these six girls beat you down to the ground, kicking & stomping on you ever-so violently while no-one came to your rescue, no-one stopped the fight. For the fight did not end until each & every one of the six girls got tired of beating and stomping on you. And when the fight ended, and you felt more beat-down (hurt) on the inside than on the outside as you got up off of the ground with your clothing torn almost completely off of your body, half of your head of hair pulled out, bruised and cut-up, body hurting all-over, limping home barely able to walk, all the people (adults and children alike) gathered around from the neighborhood began to yell & shout at you, "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET, YOU NASTY-ASS BITCH!!!" and "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET, YOU FREAK-ASS HOE!!!" Just before you reached your house, the police came driving down the block (the street), for an anonymous person called them because of all the chaos & commotion taking place. At this very same time, your mother caught site of you (looking out of the window) walking towards the house all battered, torn & bruised and she ran out of the house to meet you just as the police-officers were also approaching you. But you could not say/speak a word, instead you just broke-down sobbing and crying your eyes out (figuratively) in your mamma's arms, your mother's embrace. For the pain was coming more from within (inside your little heart) than from your cuts and bruises. And you still never told your mother why this all happened, why all of this turmoil in your life was taking place. But she (your mother) would soon find out part of the story (your secret). For soon after this event, your little belly began to bulge/stick out, and it was not because of rapid weight-gain on your slim teenage body. Instead, there was a new little someone taking up residence in your young fifteen year-old girl womb, someone whom would later be calling you mama and your thirty-something year-old mother, grandma. Nooo, this was not a case of child-molestation nor rape, but the foolish indulgence of a young girl from tha-hood (as some would say, in the ghetto). But you were not emotionally (nor any-other ally) able to support/take care of a child after having your reputation ruined and mauled, your spirit destroyed, and your little heart crushed. Even though, the weird thing about it was, that you were kinda (kind of) excited about being pregnant with the hope that the baby (your child) belonged to the guy whom you really liked, hopefully your baby's daddy (the father of your child). You claimed to your mother and everyone around you that this one guy, the guy whom you really liked, had to be your baby's daddy (the father of your child), for he was the only guy that you had been with (as you deceitfully stated). But with this claim, another part of the/your little secret was revealed, for blood-test later proved otherwise, that the guy whom you really liked was not the father of your child. To save yourself from further embarrassment, the identity of your baby's daddy (the father of your child) was left unknown. For you did not wish to bring more shame to the game (more conspiracy) before your mother and others by going down the list of the "train-gang" (the other four guys whom fucked/had sex with you) to reveal who your baby's true daddy (real father) was. You were a shattered soul. And you even began to believe all of the things that people said about you, as you repeated to yourself in your heart and in your mind, as you looked at yourself in the mirror, "I'm a nasty-ass hoe!" "I'm a stank freak bitch!" You believed those sayings as you went to bed each night and as you got up each morning, and as you walked back and forth to school and through the neighborhood each day, wherever you would go, at any time (especially during and around your period/your monthly cycle, when the feeling of being filthy & dirty increases and sexual temptation grows stronger). And at the same time, your hormones were not settling down either. For your passion for sexual gratification was like a burning flame inside of you. And so you surely did give into sexual promiscuity. You used your sexual promiscuity as a way to lash/act-out, rebel and get-back-at (hurt) other guys and girls (men & women). You hung with the wild crowd, the freaks, the immoral triangle, a circle of lust, fuck-friends, sex-buddies, and doing everything that was vile indeed, even smoking weed, which later in life led to smoking other things (like crack-cocaine). This behavior continued on into your adult life, even to the point of getting caught-up/involved with selling your pussy (prostitution) first by just trying to get money from any guy you could, and later by actually working as a prostitute wherever the game (the situation) would take you. Which leads to your present-day situation, and your being lost/your distance from GOD. But it's hard for you to think about GOD when you're thinking about dick, pussy, feeling good and even getting high. Besides, you consensually led yourself into this lifestyle (a straight and wide path leading to the fires, torment and utter darkness & horror of hell). You were not raped nor sexually molested as a child. What sob/sad story do you have to give as your Testimony for seeking The Love of Jesus. But regardless, The Lord GOD Almighty (YAHWEH Yeshua Immanuel) wants His Daughter, His Sweet Little Baby Girl, His Little Princess (whom He desires to make A Queen) to come into His Loving Embrace, His Wonderful Grace & Mercy (Salvation), to be Healed and made Whole (Born Again, Anew in The Spirit)! For He (GOD) has sent I, Albert LeRoy Jones, His Messenger & Servant, to tell you (Baby Girl) of His Love for you (GOD's Precious Daughter) and how much He longs to hold you in His Bosom, His Warm Embrace and show you All The Wonderful Magnificent things He has Planned & Purposed for the rest of your Life, your future/your destiny! You (Baby Girl) shall be A Daughter in His House, amongst The Assembly, on earth as it is in Heaven, within The Kingdom of GOD! And He (GOD) shall make your Testimony perfect! No more will He (GOD) remember your sins & transgressions, for He shall wipe away your tears with Goodness and Mercy, Forever & Eternity! You (Baby Girl) shall receive GOD's Grace, your Salvation, as you Trust in Him (The Lord Jesus Christ) and repent of (turn away from) your sins and follow Him, The Way, The Truth and The Life (The Only Way to enter The Kingdom of Heaven). Immanuel (GOD with Us) shall help & strengthen you to resist All temptation and deliver you from All sin. Forgive others whom have sinned against you and GOD (YAHWEH Yeshua Immanuel) shall Forgive All of your sins! You (Baby Girl) shall walk in The Presence of The Lord (GOD) with His Love, Peace, Joy and Good Favor All the days of our {your} Life. The Spirit of GOD shall be with you Always, even beyond the end of this age, even through trials and tribulations, Forever & Eternity! The Love of GOD in The Word of GOD for The People of GOD given through The Prophet of GOD (Albert LeRoy Jones a.k.a. Moses), in Yeshua The Messiah Jesus Christ Name It is Proclaimed, Yes It is True, Glory Hallelujah Amen & Amen!
Albert LeRoy Jones
Copyright 2007
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