Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical Healer Speaks Might Write It: A Short Reflection on Theft, Spirit, and Silent VengeanceThey took the house.Not by force, not with guns or hard fists like men might, but quiet—like thieves with powdered hands and snake eyes. They came with smiles and false memories. Said they were friends, lovers, kin. But the

The Storm Came Without AskingThe thing about storms is—they never ask permission.They don’t knock. They arrive. Sudden. Unforgiving.You might catch the sky darkening, but by then, it’s already too late.The wind’s tearing at the door, and it doesn’t care if you're ready.Doesn’t care if you just set your life in order,or if your hands are