Canada and the Privileged LadyBy Truth SpeaksCanada watched her like a storm on a lake—drawn in by the noise, yet cautious of the damage. They called her privileged, polished, a leader. But Roy called her none of those things. He was blunt: no leader at all.She moved through rooms like a storm aware of the cameras—sharp smile, head tilted just

I’ve got a gift—call it instinct, call it spirit. I just know things. Some folks say I’m a good luck charm; good things happen to people who treat me right. But fake nice? That won’t cut it. God woke me up, and now I’m remembering who I am. I’ve got gifts—prophet gifts. Not like the ones you read about in old stories, but the kind you