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

The Earth Angel Master Magical Healer,I’ve Been following Roy Dawson for some time now after stumbling upon his posts on Facebook. Let me tell you, this man has a mind like no other. His words on change are nothing short of profound.In his latest post, Dawson talks about how so many are shackled by the belief that if they come from a family marke