The Northern 📍

  Watch Out!      Driving a bus backwards never seems like a good idea. In fact, I would highly recommend against it, if at all possible.      Sometimes dreams are meant to deliver messages. Other times, they’re simply there to confuse us and send us looking for answers. Perhaps there is a subconscious message behind them, after all. Perhaps the misunderstanding of the message leads us to search for the answer, as we dig deeper into their meanings and importance in our lives. Maybe somebody, somewhere, is trying to tell me something.      Dreams are glimpses into the unconscious reality which is around us at all times. Always present, always watching- yet rarely detected. It takes an individual with tremendous power to be able to tune into the unconscious and access the realm while living here on Earth. The very gift itself is a rarity, leaving most of us stumbling around in the dark completely unaware of what is going on. Which sounds l...

  Welcome, My Son.      Welcome to The Machine.      Where Have You Been? It’s Alright- We Know Where You’ve Been.      Welcome To The Machine. Seriously. Leave your bags at the door, and come on in. Get comfortable. Make yourself at home. Through the ups and downs, the highs and lows- you’ve finally made it to your destination. What a journey it’s been. Kick back, throw your feet up, and rest. I imagine you are weary. Take your time, hurry up. The choice is yours- don’t be late. We’re so glad you finally could make it. We’ve been expecting you for quite some time now! Welcome, to the Machine.      The future is inevitable. That much is certain. No matter how hard we fight it- it will always prevail. Sometimes the best strategy is to embrace the change, rather than fight it. Understanding that some forces are unstoppable, as we learn to embrace the momentum they leave behind. Perhaps we as a species should lean into the fu...

  Some Things Never Change.      The more things change- the more they stay the same.      It’s amazing to see, that after all this time, you can always rely on the same-old same-old to prevail. The more you try to stray from the path, the more the path reveals itself to you.      Perhaps thats what is called destiny. Perhaps, that is called fate. Perhaps, no matter how hard we attempt to stray from what we are or who we are meant to be- the Universe has a way of always bringing us back. Back to where we fall into our lane again. Back into the area of our lives where we are capable of growing and becoming everything we we born to become. The powers at work are beyond understanding, beyond comprehension. Sometimes all we can do, is throw ourselves into the wind and surround to its direction.      Ships in the ocean are meant to sail. Some sail through devastating storms and minor hurricanes. Others, travel through clear ski...

  The Ball Is Rolling.      Full Steam Ahead. There is no turning back.      Things are finally in motion which cannot be undone. The ability to move forward, and create momentum, so that nothing can ever hold us down. I must become the master of my own ship. The captain of my own destiny. I must become the individual responsible for all which I wish to receive. The Universe works for me, and it is ready to reward my faith.      Momentum is an addictive thing. Once you begin moving in a certain direction, it becomes more and more likely that the Universe will bend its will. You become a great force of nature, one which cannot be stopped by the outside force. The trick is, to get out of your own way. To allow the world to happen to you, rather than you controlling it. To bend your knee to no one but your own will. We must become true to ourselves and move in a direction which will create the most likely outcome towards our goals. That is ...

  At What Point Do You Switch?      Seriously. At what point, do you say “Fuck It”, and throw everything in to the wind? At what point, do you say “This ain’t it, Chief”, and blow everything up like a popsicle stand?      Whenever that is, I seem to have found that point. I seem to have found the reality where things are just flat-out not working. No matter what I say or do, the process will not move forward. It’s like being caught in a whirlwind, constantly spinning around over and over again.      At first, riding the wave seemed like fun. Callabunga my dudes, two fingers up and yolo! Life is good. But now, as we enter month 4 of this never-ending shitshow, I’ve began recalculate a lot of what I hold true.        I still believe that being able to achieve your goals requires you to be both flexible, yet stubborn. Flexible, on how you accomplish them. Stubborn, on accomplishing them in general. The idea of Yin and Ya...

  Hello Darkness, My Old Friend.      I am battling for my life once again.        The struggle never seems to end. How I wish I could just spend. The rest of my life enjoying. All the moments that I feel are fleeting. Trying to grab a hold of something I once knew. Now the sky has turned with anger. The God I worship loves no more. He has been challenged once too many. By my indecision to explore. This world that I find myself living. At least a shell of who I once was. Caught in the lies of all the people. Swimming around like a lost cause.        Decent bars, if i’m being honest. Almost like I was born to write bangers. Instead, i find myself cooped up 24/7 struggling to get out of bed. Oh, the life of an artist.        I wish I could say I enjoy it. I wish I could tell you that life is grand and that everything you ever wanted came to fruition. Instead, I find myself trapped in a God-forsaken land, with ...