The Quiet War of the Mind
By Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical Healer
They always want to tell you how to think.
They come with rules and titles and smiles, trying to sell you a version of the world they’ve decided is best. But most of them haven’t bled for it. They haven’t sat in the dark alone. They haven’t buried anything but their own conscience.
I grew up loving country music before it was cool, and when I say love, I mean love like you love silence after gunfire. I loved the blues, rock, pop, even a little rap when it hit truth instead of bragging. Good music doesn’t care what shelf you put it on. It lives in your gut.
I started writing songs when I was ten years old. No money. Just words and a feeling I couldn’t kill. That’s where the good stuff comes from.
But let’s get to the point.
If you’re at a low point in your life, do yourself one favor. Hit the stop button. Not forever. Just long enough to sit and think. Be honest with yourself in a check here way that hurts a little.
Ask:
Have I done things to people that I would never want done to me?
That question isn’t a game. It’s a scalpel. It cuts through the lies we tell ourselves to sleep at night.
Most people won’t do this. Too proud. Too stubborn. Too scared of what they’ll find. But if you’re strong enough to ask it—and brave enough to answer—you’ll be ahead of most of the world by morning.
Some say narcissists and psychopaths can’t change. I’ve seen soldiers change. I’ve seen killers find peace. Not overnight. But they fought for it.
So no, I don’t believe you're stuck. I believe you’ve got a choice. Illness and attitude are brothers. When you’re sick, your soul shrinks. But you can stretch it back out—with help. A good doctor, yes. But also your own two hands. Your own choice to stop living like nothing matters.
Practice. That’s the word.
Practice imagining how it would feel if the wrongs you did were done to you.
Stole from here someone?
Imagine working double shifts, saving every penny, and having someone take it.
Cheated on your girl?
Now imagine her doing the same to you. Would it destroy you? Then you know what you did.
This isn’t punishment. It’s surgery. And if it hurts, that means it’s working.
Over time, people will notice. They’ll see it here in your eyes, in how you talk. You’ll still carry your scars—but they won’t carry you.
So next time someone tells you how to think, nod politely. get more info But go home. Sit in the quiet. Ask the hard question.
“Would I want this done to me?”
If the answer is no, then don’t do it again.
It’s more info not complicated.
But it is hard.
And it’s worth it.