Could have done this earlier

What do you wish you could do more every day?

I wish I could have done this earlier, without any remorse, contemplation, doubt, anxiety, fear, unrest, or sleepiness, at the fastest rate possible when I was faced with the uncertainty of crossroads five years ago. I hurt a lot of people along the way and had black magic practitioners using my home to cast torturous acts on me, my family, and my hidden people’s secrets.

The treacherous acts of these two men who encouraged his protégé to use witchcraft, nearly drove me to my death. As cunning as the young man may be, at the back of his mind, he was always out for revenge against those who didn’t support him, believing himself to be so righteous. Whatever he did to others, there was always someone to pick up the mess for him and dust him off for his fame and glory. The one who cleaned up his mess was treated like dirt and left unrewarded.

In this way, he fed untruths to the matured man about the person cleaning up after him, using it to his advantage for a higher rise in promotion, a bigger paycheck, and all the perks he could get—on the same level as the mature man. When he couldn’t find the answer, a young man would use the “mess cleaner” to give him the answer he needed, then present it to mature man as if he had come up with the brilliant plan himself. When he was in trouble, the matured man would stick his neck out to save him and cover for him.

Who does that to another “mess cleaner”?

Guess what? As someone who had to clean up after him, I am glad that five years ago, I did the right thing, broke free from this situation, and had faith in myself to never return to that place. The haunting torment of this experience continued until this morning when the two of them came asking me to go back and work with them. I told them I left the industry a long time ago and would never work with them again. I forgave both of them for what they did to me, and I am sorry for the people I hurt along the way. I am thankful I am no longer working with them. I am moving on and letting them live their lives.

After this conversation, they both disappeared. The other side, which had orchestrated and heard everything, was horrified by what had been done to me. The deity who heard my plea said I was doing the right thing and needed to bind more lemons to close the deal, as it had hurt more than just me. To bring closure to all those affected by this tornado of distress, vivid dreams, sickness, accidents, or other abnormal emotions, I had to say my prayers to bind both of them separately from harming others.

All sender crickets, leave this house and return to your sender as your master commands you. Return peace to me and never return to us.

Two hours later, thin needles were used to harm me, penetrating the left side of my skull, neck, and upper lip. I responded by saying these prayers to young man to end his frustration:

“As you poke these needles, I remove them and make them disappear into thin air before your eyes. I forgive you for putting this needle into me. I am sorry to remove this needle, and I am thankful for not working with you. I am moving on and letting you live in peace.”

Each time he poked a needle, I removed it with these words. I also stopped him from extracting any more information from me. He grunted and chanted angrily at me for disturbing his control. Then, when he realized all the needles were vanishing by themselves, he finally stopped.

Looking back, I should have put a stop to all of this earlier and fought it invisibly through prayers and chanting, instead of going in and out of the hospital. Then, I wouldn’t have been in this mess in the first place. I wish I had done this sooner.