The Witch's TongueThe sky was still and heavy. I sat alone, listening to the wind slide over the rooftops like a whisper that didn’t want to be heard. That night, God spoke. Not in thunder. Not in fire. But in silence beside the television set. He gave visions. Six or seven, clear and hard as bullets. And one of them — one — was dark enough t

There was a time when it felt like the universe was conspiring against me. As I walked my path, I realized I wasn’t alone—not truly. There were others, lurking in the shadows, who couldn’t stand to see me succeed. Someone—a "copycat," a mirror image of sorts—was trying to undermine my every move, all while living in a constant state of de