I did not ask to be chosen. I did not seek out the burden of sacredness or the weight of unseen war. But in the silence between battles and the spaces between breath, something called my name—and it was not a whisper. It was thunder.It came at night, as these things always do. When the world is quiet and the lies no longer hold. I was not sleepin… Read More

The End Game of Hate Cults: A Cycle of Betrayal and ControlHate cults thrive on negativity, fear, and manipulation. They are built on the backs of people who are either too broken or too scared to see the truth of their situation. From my experience dealing with them firsthand, it’s clear that their end game is simple: control. They prey on peopl… Read More