When the Lions Roar for BloodBy Roy Dawson, Earth Angel, Master Magical HealerThey say a man is dying.But look closer—What they’re really celebratingis the hope that he finally stays down.Turn on the screen.Watch the eyes of the anchors, not their words.See the smiles they try to hideas they whisper about illness,about frailty,about finality.Th

The Soil Beneath Our Feet & the Fire We Must Start The System Is Broken, and We Know It.They ask if we should take back the land. The land that China bought.They ask it like it’s complicated.It isn’t.A country is not lines on a map. It’s not paper deeds or price tags. A country is the soil under your boots after a hard day's work. It’s the

"The Warning"by Roy DawsonI told them not to do it. I said it as plain as the morning sun cutting through a dirty window. No poetry. No flair. Just truth in its simplest, hardest form. The kind of truth that doesn't need decoration because it's been earned—paid for in scars and sleepless nights.But they did it anyway.They always do.They hear the