They came for our grain before they came for my life.They rode in at dawn. Dust on their cloaks. Steel on their hips. They looked at our fields and herds and saw easy meat. We had no armor. No walls. No iron gates. Only hands that knew work and eyes that knew hunger when they saw it in other men.By their measure we were naked. I knew better. I had

Forget the Mistake. Remember the Lesson.By Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical HealerThere are things in this life you wish you could take back.A word said wrong. A door closed too hard. A silence that lasted too long. And sometimes worse—things done in weakness, or pride, or pain. You think about them when the night is quiet and the whiskey’

“The Theft in Plain Sight”By Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical HealerFraud doesn’t break the door down. It slips in like a draft. Quiet. Cold. Unnoticed until your hands are numb and your name has been stripped from the deed.They steal homes. They steal land. They forge signatures and call it business. Inheritances vanish in paper trails