By Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical Healer
They sat in quiet rooms with polished floors and windowless walls. The lights didn’t flicker there. The coffee was hot, the air cold, and the voices low. They didn’t shout. They didn’t argue. They didn’t have to. That’s how control works—it’s quiet.
They called it business. But it was never about money.
It was about power.
Money is just the lever. The real prize is control—being able to shape another person’s life without looking them in the eye. If you can make a man beg, you already own him. You don’t need his wallet. You’ve got something more valuable: his will.
I’ve seen it. Credit card companies raising rates with no warning. Banks turning a missed payment into a death sentence. Medical collections ruining lives over clerical errors. One mistake, one hard month, and it begins—the slow bleed. Not because they need the money. Because they can.
They played God.
They thought no one saw.
But God sees everything.
The Illusion of Untouchability
There’s a certain look people get when they think they’re untouchable. It’s calm. Almost serene. The kind of serenity that comes from believing you're above consequence. Above correction. Above truth.
But justice has patience. God has more. And when the fall comes—and it always comes—they’re surprised. The market click here tanks. The deal unravels. Their name lands in court. The family fractures. The health goes. The silence grows.
They ask, “Why me?”
I know why.
"Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord."
—Romans 12:19
It’s not just a verse. It’s a verdict.
Wisdom in the Wreckage
People come to me. Not always at first. Not while things website are good. But when the fear sets in, they show up. “Roy,” they say, “what should I do?”
The answer’s not complicated. But it’s not easy either.
Go check here to God.
Not religion. Not self-help. Not spiritual window-dressing. God.
Repent. Not performatively. Not to clean your image.
Repent because your soul is sick and only He can heal it.
Say you’re sorry—and mean it.
Then turn. That’s what repentance is. It’s not just regret. It’s a reversal. A change in direction. You stop doing what you were doing. You walk away from the games, the cruelty, the manipulation. You choose humility over domination. Truth over power. Mercy over profit.
Because without God, you're nothing.
Not your job title. Not your portfolio. Not your network. Not your platform.
Nothing.
The Fire Comes Quietly
The world teaches that control is strength. That being feared is safer than being loved. That the winners write the rules. But history—and scripture—says otherwise. Pride always falls. Power always corrupts. And the real Judge sees everything.
He will not be fooled.
Not by paperwork.
Not by policy.
Not by clean suits or good intentions.
The ones who played God will answer to Him. And the ones who were crushed by it? They don’t have to stay broken.
There’s hope.
But it starts with turning.
And turning starts with truth.