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momafortune

Mother of 4 , 47 years old

Children:		JOSHUA (boy, 25 years old)
		JEREMIAH (boy, 25 years old)
		JOBE (boy, 25 years old)
		JOHN (boy, 25 years old)

Interests:		This is momafortune, everyone that reads this and or hears my voice and the voice of my Father come home. My children you are called in the namesake of Jesus Christ to do work in his kingdom. If you hear and are hungry I will feed you, I will meet all of your life needs and desires. We as a united Nation under God will make all dreams a reality. Everything written or seen has deep meaning. My land will be healed; I hear all the blood cry in the Earth, says my Father. Everyone fighting go home, and love your families. Live in peace on Earth. There will be reparations for slavery, and or any mistreatment of any human being throughout history in the world. Everyone will receive his reward from the blood of the lamb. The last will be first. In my fathers house there are many mansions. This will be a physical reality across the world. The refineries that I refuse to work in, even though I received a degree in Process Plant Technology to become an Operator at any refinery will be enclosed in a glastic (glass mixed with plastic) bubbles taller than the highest skyscrapers. With filtration systems built deep under ground going into the core of the Earth. The Operators will wear astronaut suits with cold filtered Oxygen. We will save Mother Earths Planet.

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About Me

Everyone shall live free, “Free at last, Free at last, Thank God Almighty we are free at last,” shall be a true American Dream motto for living life abundantly. This land has already been paid for, and we need to step up together to claim what has always been for us. My Ancestors came to America hidden away on the Santa Maria in the 1400’s. Santa Maria means; carries the Royal bloodline of Saint Mary and Jesus. They spoke French, along with knowing many other languages except English. In the 1800’s my Mulatto great-grandfather married my Indian/Spanish great-grandmother. He was in his forties being married at least 3 times before with many children, and she was a fifteen-year-old virgin that bared him nine children before he died. Mama lived to be well over a 101 years of age, and she never dated after his death (over 60 years). My grandmother told me, “Pappy, said his mother was an African Slave, bought as a newborn baby off a ship from Africa. She was wrapped tight, and placed in a basket on the ship and his Daddy and Step mom raised her up from a baby with their white children. After years of being mistreated, and used his daddy found her a black husband to mate her with for more slaves. After she had seven children with her husband, she had my great-grandfather from Master.” Since he could easily pass for a white man he grew up in the house with his white brothers and sisters, and learned to read and write while getting a trade as a tombstone maker. His siblings would always come around after he married my mama to visit, and my grandma stated, “They often said how sorry they were for what their daddy did to his momma, because they loved her so much.” Back in Evangeline parish they were called Cajuns, and my great-grandfathers family with Mama were Creoles. My great-grandmother, mama lived in an Indian village around Coushatta. Her Father was mixed Asian, Spanish, and American Indian, and her mother was pure American Indian speaking French and little English. Mama was considered an outcast when she married my great-grandfather, and exiled from the Indian Village forever. She spoke no English; mostly French and so did my grandma and all her siblings (over twenty). In their small town Basile, she remembers her family being treated nicely by some white Cajun Folks. However, the full-blooded blacks had an extremely hard time with equality. The only problem she had was English, since she had to stop school at 7th grade to work, she did not learn how to speak English and people were teased badly for the blessed curse of France. The little school she attended did not teach phonics, and the books were so torn and dirty it was too hard for her to catch on. Her parents spoke only French at home, as did most of the Cajuns and Creoles. When my grandmother (maw-maw) married my grandfather (paw-paw), she spoke no English. She was working in Lake Charles, Louisiana (the big city to her), at McNeese State University cooking and cleaning in the cafeteria when she met paw-paw. He grew up in the city, and was considered black speaking only English. Paw-Paws mother was a teacher, and his father had divorced his mother and remarried. His race was made up with African, Indian, and a few Whites. He taught Maw-Maw, and helped her attain a G.E.D after she bared him five children. Their third child was my mother, and she loved a high school football star back in the 70’s. She was a flag girl in her senior year, and just coming off a relationship with a thug. She clung to the star for protection, only to be later rejected. My mom became pregnant with me, and my dad went to the army to support us. They wished to call me Brandon Lee Fontenot. My mom was afraid of having a child and of telling Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw. Her youngest sister often helped clean up the vomit and comforted her the best she could. Eventually she told Maw-Maw and the beating she received was horrific nearly killing me. In the corner of the kitchen her mother punched and kicked her until near convulsions. My mothers’ sister jumped into the beating to take the rest, while my mother fled to the back room. My mom was very sick with me, but yet endured the pregnancy alone. Her football star was in Germany, and she heard little from him for two years. When her Senior Prom arrived, her ex-boyfriend took her as a friend. I walked with my mother as she graduated high school. Three months after graduation, my mom craved a Supreme pizza. After she ate the whole box, the contractions started. She never could bare much pain, and she had to deliver me with no pain medicine in a prejudice hospital. They looked down on single teenage black women with no money. However, my mom had a determined spirit, and she is blessed. I was mistreated for being different since birth; I was sick with jaundice and stayed alone in the hospital for weeks after my mom was discharged. My mother and I then lived together at my grandparents’ home for about four years. To make a long story short, here are the names from my maternal mother to me Fortune the royal bloodline of Christ. Hardy-Rougeaux, Reder-Gallien, Fontenot-Fortune, and many brothers and sisters surnames hidden.

About My Family

My name is Tonisha, Delgraco my husband and our four children Joshua, Jeremiah, Jobe, and John are grateful to stumble upon your church. We have been searching for a church home to bring our family up in and Word of Hope might be the end to our search. For the first time after a service my husband and talk for hours about our visiting experience. The Spirit of God moved us throughout the praise, worship, and the sermon. My husband especially loved the parables. Our God does not need a building for his spirit to dwell in for he dwelleth in me. We carry his church everywhere we go in our body the temple of God. On the bright side our children now have a fire in them to go to church after a great experience in your youth assembly. We will return for more services and stick with the Word of Hope to give our children stability and we can learn and grow in God together. I am inspired to start the church now. Read the letter written through me by God when He woke me up at 4:30 a.m. and He typed every word written. I had to later read it myself to know the contents allow the spirit to guide you. Remember all liveth even the waters are alive. Everything that lives praises the lord in this life or next. Any church that teaches, preaches and prophesizes the bible is all right with God. Beware of false prophets and search them out by looking at their children lives for the presence of evil. Remember the apple does not fall far from the tree.

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