By Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical HealerThey sat in quiet rooms with polished floors and windowless walls. The lights didn’t flicker there. The coffee was hot, the air cold, and the voices low. They didn’t shout. They didn’t argue. They didn’t have to. That’s how control works—it’s quiet.They called it business. But it was neve

I did not ask to be chosen. I did not seek out the burden of sacredness or the weight of unseen war. But in the silence between battles and the spaces between breath, something called my name—and it was not a whisper. It was thunder.It came at night, as these things always do. When the world is quiet and the lies no longer hold. I was not sleepin

If we want a better world—and I know we do—we have to start where the soul is still pure. We have to start with our children.They’re not just the future. They are the now. They are watching us, learning from us, copying us. And if we don’t give them the tools they need—real tools, not just tests and grades—then we’ve already failed th