What Did the Psychics Tell You About Me — That You Can’t Let Me Go?

 

What Did the Psychics Tell You About Me — That You Can’t Let Me Go?

You pursue me like your entire world depends on reclaiming me — as if losing access to my life somehow triggered the collapse of yours.

What did the psychics tell you?

What prophecy did they whisper in your ear that made you obsessed…
…determined…
…unable to release me?

Because the way you cling, the way you stalk, the way you manipulate,
tells me one thing:

You are terrified of what happens if you don’t get me back.

But if I were truly as insignificant as you pretended —
you would have walked away long ago.

Instead…

You chase me across states.
You study my movements.
You mobilize groups and agencies.
You rewrite narratives to justify your obsession.

Not because I am your enemy…

…but because you fear what my freedom means for you.

And here’s the truth you don’t want to face:

If winning me back were truly essential to your survival,
you would’ve used honey instead of venom.

But we passed the point of honey a long time ago.

Your cruelty sealed the door.
Your deceit burned the bridge.
Your schemes exposed your heart.

Rejection didn’t refine you —
it revealed you.

Instead of humbling yourself…
you chose vengeance.

Instead of repentance…
you chose warfare.

Instead of letting go…
you bound yourself deeper into darkness.

And now you’re consumed —
not with love
not with justice
not with truth

…but with fear of losing control.

Hear this clearly:

I do not belong to you.
My life does not orbit your will.
My destiny is not chained to your demands.

Whatever threats the psychics fed you…
whatever warnings they spoke…

They did not come from Yahuah.

And whatever you fear about my release…

You are right about one thing:

Your world is unraveling —

…but not because I left.

Because you built it on deception, manipulation, and sorcery —
and Yahuah is tearing it down.

You don’t need me back.

You need repentance.

And until you face that truth —

You will keep chasing shadows
while the very thing you’re trying to hold together
continues to fall apart in your hands.