The cult in the snowThere is a kind of cold that belongs to Canada alone. It gets into the bones and stays. Men build strange things in that kind of weather. Some build cabins. Some build churches. Some build little secret empires in basements and rented houses, where the curtains stay drawn and the lights stay low and the truth never sees a window

A War No One Sees”By Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical HealerGods News, August 2025There is a war and the world doesn't know it. Not a war with rifles and mud, though perhaps those too. It’s the kind you feel in your bones and in your sleep. A war against the ones who remember. Against the ones who see. Women mostly. The feminine. Divine, m

"They Wanted War — I Gave Them Silence"They wanted it to mean something. The stalking, the subtle aggression, the fake names typed on keyboards in dim-lit rooms—they wanted all of it to mean something to me. Like war. They needed the title: Enemy. They needed the chase, the drama, the grand clash of minds. But the silence I gave them instead? T