I can’t believe I’ve been so busy the last few weeks I haven’t got to make this post yet, this happened at the very beginning of August and here it is almost the end of the month now. So, here’s the latest that happened as of August first, and the dream that followed in the early hours of August second.

I’ve decided I’m definitely not giving up on clearing my name in this mess of lies and backstabbing. A day or two prior to this I got a hold of the organization and asked for the truth of what happened in writing. I found out lies were told and believed, and got concrete proof that the people who know and will tell the truth were not spoken to and asked for their opinion. It was all just swept under the rug, so the new manager wouldn’t have to have this happen and make him look bad right after he started. It’s disgusting, and the way people just bowed down to it really sickens me.

I decided to get ahold of the one person I know for damn sure always has and always will have my back in that hellhole. Even though my so-called friends, who I found out were weak and just frenemies when it came down to it, are also his friends, he knows and still stands for the truth and stays friends with us all. Very admirable. He ended up calling me, we spoke about this for maybe a quarter of an hour. He was pretty upset with the lies told to him and also the fact he was never asked about it, and he should have been, as the lies started with a party at his house. Obviously he would know all about it, and they overlooked him on purpose just because he would tell the truth and they knew it. God forbid, then they may have to acknowledge the truth! I explained to him what was really going on and sent him a picture of the letter I wrote and told him some next steps I had planned.

Now here’s where it gets really good and gives me proof of who (Maurice Michaels!) and what (witchcraft!) is involved. The guy also told me that the main guy causing my issues here, which if you look back at previous posts related to this one you will see is a guy I call Maurice Michaels for this, has gotten himself well and truly in a fucking mess, at that same workplace. He did indeed go on that shift to fuck over my friend, and has ended up fucking himself over. He purposely ran parts, which are for medical use in humans, on a wrong rev, multiple times! For one of the biggest medical companies in the country. ……….And he got caught. Now all his work for the past few years is being scrutinized and he’s in a world of shit.

Mind you, much as I love this guy I spoke with, I know the next day at work he definitely went and told certain people we spoke, and got some of the truth spread around the place. This is awesome of him, and I consider it an added bonus to keeping in touch with an amazingly cool person. I would have done the same in his shoes. What he doesn’t know is anything about the spirit realm or spiritual warfare and such. (He’s not even saved, sadly. I’m hoping that changes sometime though). Now while he himself may not have told Maurice Michaels, someone sure as shit did. And ol’ Maurice knew if we spoke that I had heard what a world of shit he was in, and wasn’t happy. Especially since I’m doing well and haven’t forgotten about my old man-friend there that he hates.

So it’s obviously no coincidence that the following night when I went to sleep I had another dream with monitoring spirits, in the form of snakes. This time I was in a place that was paved with narrow walkways, and walking toward a train to catch. The walkways were old and faded to greyish black tar, not sparkly new bright black asphalt. The walkways were in a wooded area, not anywhere open. And the train I was going to get on wasn’t a regular commercial passenger train, it was an old red train like the ones at kids’ theme parks have. Exactly like the ones at places such as Santa’s Village and Story Land in northern New Hampshire have, actually. There were no other rides around, or people either. And walking to this train I saw two snakes. Smaller this time, which means in the spirit realm the spirits watching weren’t as strong as the one before. Also they didn’t have those crazy eyes. But they were there, two of them at two separate spots on my walk to the train, watching. One was a dull light grey and the other a dull light flesh-tone color.

Once on the train I noticed they were still there and still watching as we drove past. Suddenly the dream changed and I wasn’t on the train anymore but at an outdoor banquet-like place, with a girl I currently work with. And she was a server there, trying to convince me to eat ham. Of course that person wasn’t really her, but a demon in disguise trying to get me to come into agreement with their evil plans for my life. They tried super hard and I almost fell for it, but woke up right before I was weak enough to actually eat the ham. And yes, I prayed against curses put on me through dreams, just in case.

What can I say, except you gotta be blind and stupid not to see how speaking to that guy, about what we spoke about, and it most likley getting back to him, brought this about. Talk about proof of what’s up! So glad I’m on the right side of this shitshow, I’d sure hate to be the one paying for this in eternity!