Today was no different it came to me very clearly that there are a gathering of people in particular who can literally see that I am going somewhere within my life and since they know that they themselves are not going anywhere at all they are banding together in prayer and/or deep meditation in an attempt to spiritually bind me up to make sure that I definitely do not go anywhere further at all in life also.
My dream showed me a retaliation spell that was allegedly performed on me against my hostile feelings regarding three undesirable male suitors from the past.
I was shown a glass encased candle along with an “empathic” acknowledgement that the more hatred that I have or continue to have for those three guys in particular will automatically result in the stagnation or non manifestation of my “natural destined and fateful journey of success” that for some time now has already been delayed.
In other words, through the spite of my specific foes, my negative feelings of not in return liking and/or caring for the male suitors would simultaneously reflect back unto me every time that I’d meditate on my impending “success/purpose” through spell-work.
They were flat out admitting as well as revealing what I had made known so many times in the past and present that if I refuse to be with a man (especially and particularly their type of low-class) then I will not be able to have the certain accomplishments that they know are preordained for me.
They even went as far as showing me as a non willing participant within a marriage that a “fourth” guy who has been interested in me for the longest had initiated.
In other words again stating to me that even though they know that I do not want and/or belong with their kind yet still I am strong enough to deal with it anyway just as long as they get what they want. And what they want is my misery and a part of my future prosperity in which they definitely do not deserve.
It is also male chauvinistic bullcrap within this particular class them hating to see an untarnished woman on the top of her game.
After that dream, I kept feeling my foes designs and intent to manipulate my mind into the consideration of having a husband. I am asexual and if I wasn’t I still definitely would never be with any of them or their kind.
As usual my premonitions were right on the mark and one of their fellow flunkies/maytags whom I had never ever seen before verified what I had already known to be truth. I was at the Port Authority bus station on my way to my job when a guy approached and spoke at me. “Fuck the husband thing”, he said. Then he told me to have a safe trip to the county that I was headed to.
On the second evening which was a Saturday the husband decided that he did not want to eat there inside the residential facility dining area as he was bored with their food. So the husband suggested we all go out to eat he, me, and his wife and as he let me choose where to go I preferred an Italian restaurant.
The husband called a usual taxi cab service that he’d previously used on more than one occasion yet cancelled when he found out how much it would cost from the dispatcher for us to go and come back within the distance.
Not so long after the husband hung up the phone, the only driver on duty called bargaining down the price without calling it in to the dispatcher. When he and the husband got down to twenty-five dollars to go and to come back compared to the forty dollars originally required they both came into agreement.
While we were on the road driving through the New Jersey area the cabdriver typed our address destination in the vehicle’s GPS. When we arrived to the restaurant the establishment was no longer there/in business so I suggested one other Italian restaurant that I’d usually order from during my meal breaks.
In between the traveling the cabdriver spoke to someone over his cell phone in his Spanish language and I didn’t trust that at all usually in general it is okay depending on the situation but something about the circumstances did not feel right he didn’t want us to know what he was saying (It could have been a possible set up).
The cabdriver claimed to know where this restaurant was yet typed in the wrong address this time in the GPS and as I realized how it was taking forever for us to get to where we were supposed to be going I jumped out of the SUV and started ringing people’s doorbells until someone came out to answer.
The cabdriver begged and pleaded with me to get back inside the vehicle, following me up to each house then going back into the SUV to meet up with me.
“Please”, he begged and pleaded I made a mistake (referring to punching in the wrong address). I’ll call it in this time”.
“No!” I told him. “I don’t trust you. I am not trying to get you into trouble but I’m going to contact the police to make sure that we’re safe”.
The elderly husband was even yelling, swearing back and forth that we were in the middle of being kidnapped and the wife had thought so too.
The cabdriver was scared and also worried about getting into trouble for trying to make some money on the side without the knowledge of the dispatcher.
Finally a neighbor came and answered the door and I explained to her the situation and she phoned to the police. Another nice neighbor came out and asked me if I needed any help but I told him that I had the situation under control.
A cop arrived to the scene.
He questioned me and the elderly man we both told the same story, but I had to inform to the policeman that I was not taking any chances within this day and age because this was a vulnerable elderly couple as the husband had innocently flaunted his wallet full of money beforehand and so much time had passed and we still had not gotten unto our destination.
The cop asked the cabdriver if he was lost and he claimed that he wasn’t.
The policeman took down my name and location to where I worked and to where the couple lived then took down the cabdriver’s I.D. information and agreed to follow behind us to make sure that we had a safe ride.
The cop suddenly had to respond to another call and had to leave the scene but he had all of our information and I knew that the taxi man wouldn’t dare to try anything suspicious now.
“I want to talk to you”, he told me as he pulled off. “What a funny night”.
He drove us to the restaurant, however, by then the couple did not want to eat they just wanted to head on back home.
When we arrived back at the assisted living facility the cab driver had the nerve to “Rap” to me. “I want to talk to you”, he said again. Do you have anybody back in Queens?”
I played along just to get his number and his name and he sure enough gave it to me (He was such a fool I could have been setting him up for what he may was going to do).
Till this day I still feel in my gut that it had crossed his mind to drive me and the elderly couple to a secluded area so that he could rip them off for whatever money that they had and possibly maybe even had murdered us. I am sure it was contemplated but I stopped it before it could possibly come into fruition.