“One Last Swing”(A Prayer for a Miracle) By Roy Dawsoneveyone keeps saying nothing can be donewell I'm the one if we were all in battle in the trenches and we were out gunnedout numbered all hope was lost they were comming to kill all of us I would say get up and follow me because we are not just going to lay here and make things easy for them
The Truth Still BreathesBy Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical HealerThe boy was not thrown away. He was placed. There’s a difference. One is done in a fit of rage, the other with cold hands and colder plans. You don’t throw something you want to forget. You place it—like a trap. Or a body.They thought he’d break.He didn’t.They thought
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
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 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