They came for our grain before they came for my life.They rode in at dawn. Dust on their cloaks. Steel on their hips. They looked at our fields and herds and saw easy meat. We had no armor. No walls. No iron gates. Only hands that knew work and eyes that knew hunger when they saw it in other men.By their measure we were naked. I knew better. I had

IF THEY KNEW THEN WHAT THEY KNOW NOWThey laughed in the smoke and drank cold, cheap beer and wine. Slapped each other on the back. Thought it was over. Thought they’d won.It was the kind of laughter that’s loud because it hides fear. It always has.The three women were clever. Or they thought they were. Sharp tongues. Dull hearts. Witches, black

A New Mindset for Wealth: Everyone Deserves AbundanceI understand that my perspective on wealth can rattle some powerful individuals, but I firmly believe that the only way to create a better world is to plant seeds of change through our words and actions. Wealth often feels like a privilege reserved for a select few, yet I long for a society where