They say trust me. Trust me. Like the words themselves hold some weight, some magic, some invisible armor against the truth. They come to you with smiling faces, firm handshakes, their eyes steady and voices low, as if loyalty could be whispered and believed just by saying it enough.But the world is old, and the world is tired, and men and women ha

Walked in, grabbed a coffee. A group of wealthy men laughed—“Let’s ask Mr. Roy, the Earth Angel, Master Magical Healer… he talks to God, right?”They stopped laughing when I said: “A real leader serves. Not to be seen—but to see others.”Let me help you wipe that smirk off your face, genius—because real leaders don’t flex their ti