When They Come for You With Lies
By Roy Dawson — Earth Angel, Master Magical Healer
People say I’ve changed.
They’re right.
I’ve stopped acting small just to make others comfortable around me.
God told me: Stand tall. So I did.
The truth, when it walks into a room, doesn’t shout. It doesn’t wear medals or chase applause. It walks quiet—like a soldier who’s seen too much. But in this age we live in—this noisy, cowardly, cause-chasing age—the quiet truth gets drowned. Not by better arguments. Not by facts. But by noise. Lies. Fast-moving, well-dressed, tailored by cowards and eaten up by crowds too lazy or too scared to ask questions.
I’ve seen it happen before. Not with hashtags and headlines, but in whispers at cafés in Seattle. In nods over wine. In folded notes passed across kitchen tables. The method changes. The damage doesn’t.
A man—or a woman—gets marked. Maybe they said something too sharp. Maybe they stood too tall. Maybe they inherited something—a house, a name, a legacy. That’s when the rats come out. With rumors. With fake concern. With long knives and short memories.
The thing about a smear campaign?
It tells you everything about the people running it—and nothing about the person being attacked.
A smear isn’t about uncovering truth. It’s about burying it. It’s war in disguise. Quiet, smiling war.
And God help you if they decide you’re “mentally ill.” That’s the new pitchfork. That’s how they twist the knife today.
They won’t lock you up.
They’ll just label you.
They’ll call you unstable—then pretend they’re helping while they rob you blind.
Your house.
Your money.
Your story.
They’ll dress it up as protection. But it’s just theft in polite clothing.
Let’s say it plain:
To take from someone just because they’re struggling—emotionally, mentally, spiritually—that’s not justice. That’s not compassion. read more That’s bullying. That’s theft. That’s a system turned predator.
A man who’s hurting doesn’t need courtrooms. He needs care. He needs truth. He needs allies. And if a society punishes its broken instead of helping them, get more info that’s not a society. That’s a lynch mob.
I’ve known drunks who wrote like angels. Madmen who loved deeper than saints. The broken carry stories too. They have names. They have rights. They have legacies. And if we let the vultures decide who’s “fit” to inherit, or to speak, or to exist—it won’t stop with the mad or the messy.
It will come for us all.
Here’s the truth liars don’t want you to know:
They don’t come after you because you’re crazy.
They call you crazy—because they’re coming after you.
The smear is not the punishment.
It’s the cover.
And the rest of us? We let it happen. We stay silent. Maybe out of fear. Maybe out of comfort. Maybe because we’re glad it’s not us. But silence is not neutral. Silence is permission. It’s complicity dressed in clean clothes.
You don’t have to agree with someone to stand up for the truth.
You don’t need to like them.
You just have to care that truth still matters.
Because if we let lies destroy reputations, steal inheritance, and erase legacy, then none of us are safe.
We need to return to truth—not the soft kind, but the hard kind. The kind that doesn’t fit into tweets or gossip. The kind that hurts because it’s real.
So the next time they come with lies, ask yourself:
What do they want to take?
Why now?
What makes them afraid of this person’s voice, their name, their story?
And if the answer smells like envy, greed, or fear—speak up.
Stand like a stone in their river of lies. Because the minute fiction becomes law, we lose more than check here justice—we lose our soul.
And if they come for you—with whispers and labels and fake concern—don’t flinch.
Don’t explain.
Don’t bow.
Truth walks softly.
But when the fire of lies comes, truth becomes your flame.
Light it up.
And burn the fiction to the ground.
— Roy Dawson
Earth Angel | Master Magical Healer
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