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

The Sound of His Silence visionBy Roy Dawson, Earth Angel, Master Magical HealerWhen a prophet receives a vision, it is never slow. It’s not like a gradual sunrise, where each moment is crisp, clear, and distinct. No. A true vision is a flash—a bolt of lightning that illuminates everything in an instant and leaves you gasping for breath. It’s

In the heart of a bustling city, where the streets echoed with the sounds of ambition, one man stood out from the crowd—Roy Dawson, better known by his stage name, RoyElvis. With a voice that could smooth the roughest edges and lyrics that pierced through the veil of everyday life, Roy had spent years carving a unique niche in the music industry.