Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Healer Profit says: Live So Well Their Anger Can’t Reach You

If you are like me, you stay in your own lane. We were all born with the God‑given right of free will. Some men, and some governments, have spent fortunes trying to take that away. The right to speak your mind—to say plainly, “I blame the behavior of one man, not an entire city. I blame the act, not the group.” That is common sense. Yet there are those who still punish the many for the crime of the one.

Long ago a madman said all Jews were to blame because of what a few did, or what he claimed they did. Sound familiar? It should. Humans never tire of that old mistake. They burn down the village to punish the barn, then wonder why their food is gone.

War is like that. It does not only break bones. It self control synonym breaks souls. A town can be rebuilt in ten years, but the minds of its people may take one hundred, sometimes longer. The scars are not only on the skin, but inside the heart, where the memory of fire and hatred sleeps like a cold dog. To burn your own town down because people voted for someone you did not like—to set fire to your own shops and homes—is not anger. It is suicide dressed up as protest. Choose peace when you can. It is not weakness. It is the harder, smarter road.

Before you drink, if you must drink, do this: make a clear decision. And I mean clear, like a cold river in the morning. Put your phone away. Put your computer away. Put your car keys away. Do not start drinking angry or hurt. Do not sip your way into a decision that will haunt you when the sun comes back. Only drink when you are quiet, when the storm has passed. Then, if you must, take one, two, and stop. Because every decision made drunk is a decision made half‑blind.

If you train yourself to say, “No more,” before you even start, you may never have to say it after. Repeating it in your head is not magic. It is muscle. And if you can master that, you may one day put the bottle down for good and shock the people who thought you never could. Simple, but not easy. That is the mark of anything worth doing.

I have haters who would like to see me dead. Haters who want me homeless, ruined, broken in every way. They wish me cold, alone, and afraid. They post this, they whisper that. And you know what? I do not care what they think of me. I used to. I let it in like a draft under the door. I cared too much about their prayers for my downfall. Now I have closed that door.

Guess what? I have never felt better. Because I made a decision. I said, “They may speak, but they do not own me.” I am still the same man. A nice guy who really prefers to be nice. But if you want to ask about those who tried me, let them speak. I will leave it to them to explain the lies they spread and the trash they talk.

And to those who gossip about me behind my back, I say this: I wonder if the crow is any good. Crows are noisy, and they love to scold, but they always look a little ridiculous doing it.

So here is my wisdom, plain and short:

Stay in your lane. Use your free will, but do not use it to hurt others. Be kind when you can. Be quiet when you should. Avoid war in your heart as you would avoid fire in your house. Make your decisions when you are sober, not when you are angry. And if people hate you, let them. Their hatred is their burden, not yours.

You cannot control what they say. You can control what you do. You can choose peace. You can choose to walk away. You can choose to live so well that their anger becomes a small, distant noise, like a dog barking on the other side of a river.

And that, my friend, is the best joke of all. Live so well their anger cannot reach you.

And that is why I also pray for my enemies:

I pray for my enemies, not that they be punished, but that they heal and turn from their wicked ways and surrender to God—not out of religion, but out of truth. And because I think this way, God says it opens the door for so many souls to finally begin the healing process.

Thank you for reading. If these copyright met you where you are and helped lift your chin even a little, then my job is done. Keep your head up, your lane clear, and your heart lighter than their hate. You’re stronger than you think—and you’re not alone.

Roy Dawson

Earth Angel - Master Magical Healer - Singer - Songwriter - Poet - Prophet