IF THEY KNEW THEN WHAT THEY KNOW NOWThey laughed in the smoke and drank cold, cheap beer and wine. Slapped each other on the back. Thought it was over. Thought they’d won.It was the kind of laughter that’s loud because it hides fear. It always has.The three women were clever. Or they thought they were. Sharp tongues. Dull hearts. Witches, black

The Man They Couldn’t BreakA Vision, A Warning, and the Slow Unraveling of EvilBy Roy Dawson, Earth Angel, Master Magical Healer working for GodFiled from the Interior, July 8, 2025They want him dead. But not quickly. No—they want it slow. Ritualistic. They want him to suffer. They want a child to suffer too. An unknown child, wrapped in spirit

Roy Dawson—singer, songwriter behind The RoyElvisBand. Thanks for sitting down with us, Roy. You’ve got a reputation for keeping your head down and your pen moving. But word on the circuit is: someone out there swore themselves your enemy. For life. Any truth to that?Roy Dawson: (laughs, slow and dry) I’ve heard the whispers. I think folks