By Roy DawsonThere’s a war waging, not in the trenches or on foreign soil, but deep within us all. It’s a war fought not with rifles or bombs, but with thoughts. And, my friends, it’s one you will fight every single day of your life. The battlefield is your mind.If you want to understand the power of the human spirit, look no further than the

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.�

Karma Won't Be Nice Inheritance Theft No One Talks AboutBy Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical healer A man dies. His final words are written on paper, notarized, witnessed, sealed. His last wish—his estate, his money, his land—goes to the person he loved most. That wish should be sacred. It should move like a bullet from barrel to target: f