????️ THE BLACK INK CHRONICLES
Vol. XIII | Circulation: Eyes That Still See | Date: Confidential
✝︎ Underground Dispatch ✝︎
Roy Dawson
Earth Angel. Master Magical Healer. Truth’s Sharpest Thorn.
"God knows. God sees. And God keeps receipts."
That’s the line whispered in bars with no signs, prayed in churches without pews, and muttered on backroads where headlights go missing.
It comes from Roy Dawson, known in the hidden places as the Earth Angel.
Healer. Warrior.
A man who walks with God and doesn’t flinch when demons knock.
"I don't talk to the dead," he says.
"I talk to the One who made them."
They tried to erase him—
Slander. Smears. Surveillance.
Still, he stood.
Still, he speaks.
And what he says tears veils and rattles cages.
“No matter how rich, how powerful, or how protected you think you are—
You are powerless against Almighty God.
Everything done in darkness is coming to the light.”
???? Names have surfaced.
Marlene. Gosser. Kelsey. Dre. Caleb.
The kind of names whispered in sealed courtrooms and covert briefings.
He calls them what they are:
Gangstalkers. Poisoners. Spirit-thieves.
They expected silence.
He gave them Scripture and Fire.
⚖️ A Master Manipulator moves among them.
A puppeteer with friends in high places.
But now? They're falling.
check here "Delays are ending," Roy says.
"The storm has already started."
⛓️ Witchcraft.
Spellwork.
Death curses.
Roy doesn’t flinch.
He prays harder.
He speaks of a divine counterpart, entangled by dark here hands and love hexes.
Of a karmic tarot reader who ignored the warnings.
Of glamours breaking.
Of justice rising like thunder from a copper sky.
“The ones who trafficked the innocent…
who turned children into secrets…
who called the victims ‘problem children’…
will answer for it all.”
✝︎ Angel numbers (4151) light his path.
???? The Rhino Spirit walks beside him.
????️ The light he carries doesn’t flicker—it blinds the wicked.
He says,
“There are good officials watching. Quiet now. But not for long.
A body buried. A truth sealed. A councilman panicking.
The dam is cracking.”
Roy warns:
“Be careful who touches you. Even a hug can carry a curse.
This is spiritual warfare. Not everyone shaking your hand comes in peace.”
He’s not get more info paranoid.
He’s precise.
God doesn't give him the whole map—just what we need to know.
????️ SOME FINAL WORDS:
Roy Dawson isn’t looking to be worshipped.
He’s looking to serve.
“I’m kind. But I’m no kitten.
God says I’m the one who made the Devil himself flee.”
Let that settle.
He’s not a preacher.
He’s a blade.
And the cutting has begun.
????This report is distributed on a need-to-know basis. If it found read more you—it was meant to.
Names verified. Sources divine.
Stay alert. Stay armored. Stay true.
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