Growing up, our kitchen was a battlefield. The signal to batten down the hatches? Dad’s lunch pail, landing with the force of righteous thunder on the chipped counter. That clanging thermos had more authority than the President. “This is my house,” he’d declare, chest out, sweat still fresh on his brow. “I pay the bills. I’m the boss.�… Read More

The Weight of Being Seenby Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical HealerI’ve had this conversation with everyone — from business tycoons to the well-connected and wealthy.And they all say the same thing: “Well Roy, that’s just not how things work. That’s not how the system operates.”And I say:Exactly. That’s the damn problem.Look at… Read More