The Northern 📍

  Parasitic Ideologies      It’s amazing to watch a society adopt parasitic ideologies, as if they are some form of enlightened knowledge. The consumption of repetition- hearing the same thoughts and ideas, over and over- eventually leading to the idea being planted into the victim’s mind. Television and radio, enforcing the same views upon their viewers, until the individual becomes so numb to the thought that they adopt the view as their own. Propaganda embedding itself into the populace, all within an extremely short amount of time.      If one could time-travel back, only a few short years ago, one would be mind-blown. The thoughts and quality of conversation, amongst society, have completely shifted. For the topics and view-points of 10 years ago, have been completely erased. The constant force-feeding of propaganda and lies has turned the average individual into nothing more than a thoughtless machine, repeating the same messages they have been f...

  Animal Farm      Everywhere you look- animals. Farm creatures, being forced to follow the crowd. Rushing around, chasing after something they can’t see. Believing in a lie they cannot fully comprehend. The idea that there lies something, at the end of the journey, waiting to all be worth it in the end.        And the masses follow it, without hesitation.        These animals are forced to run at such high-speeds. They’re taught to never slow down, never question it. To simply move forward and chase after whatever lies ahead. A new house. A new car. A new job. A new salary. Soon, the very animal is indoctrinated into nothing more than a domesticated beast. A wolf, turned into nothing more than a fluffy puppy that wags its tail and begs. The very nature of humanity, transformed into nothing more than a disease.      Perhaps calling them animals would be inaccurate, in the bigger picture. Perhaps, another word bes...

  What Price Would You Accept?      Everybody has a price they’re willing to accept, for the thing they wish to never sell. And yet, only the strong-willed chose to never sell it. Not because they don’t have a price. Not because they can’t find a buyer. But because they chose to hold on to their gift above all else.      We are at war. A war of finance. A war, where the top of the pyramid is doing everything in its power to scoop up and buy everything from the bottom. The attempt to steal the very ground from underneath us. But worst of all? They are attempting to quantify everything here in this world. The attempt to create a system of numbers, where everything and everyone is worth only as much as they determine. The quickest way to contain something, is to define it .      Again. The quickest way to contain something, is to define it. By defining how much everything is worth, and creating a world controlled by numbers, you are confini...

     The enslavement of our future is something that has constantly been on my mind, for a while now . The efforts being put forward to create a world where every living man, woman and child will be born into shackles, haunts me at night. The forces which are driving these anchors, operate fully in the shadows. They do not show their faces. They do not even escape from the dark. They live, and breathe, the very essence of the night- creating chaos in their mist. ✦      The plan itself is one that I applaud them for. Make no mistake about it. It is crucial to be able to accept when your enemies have done something spectacular, and to give them full credit when credit is due. Make no mistake, this is the way of war. This is the way of our people. The human race. We have been at this game for millenniums- maybe longer. However, I will not sit back and allow these creatures to execute their will.        In the end of our time, we must all fa...

  I Long To Break Free.      I long to escape this cage that which I find myself in. To smash open the cell, which binds me to my feet. To eradicate the very frame, which keeps me from emerging within.        I long for the smell of the air, late at night, walking down the street again. I long for the crowded bars, where only non-verbal communication speaks louder than words. I long for the open battlefield, where words mean nothing more than sounds and syllables, flying emptily through the air. I long for the violence, where nothing else matters but choosing between life or death. ✶      Chaos is a ladder. An opportunity, that very few can truly seize. The opportunity to climb, to conquer. The opportunity to truly become what we are meant to be. Make no mistake- they are imprisoning us. They are creating a world where we are trapped within their rules, their boundaries. Soon, a world where we will no longer be free to even walk aro...

  The Sound of Silence.      The inability to sit still and in silence is slowly handicapping the abilities of men. We have become a society that is so over-stimulated, that we no longer seem to have control over our thoughts. We are constantly being force-fed information and noise from everything around us, that we are slowly become a slave to it all. A slave, to the natural urges and habits which our brain has developed through the release of dopamine from over-stimulation.      Watching a video on slavery yesterday, leaves one wonders a lot of things. Obviously, the actions were horrible and should never have taken place. However, the greater mystery is how we as a civilization were ever able to get rid of it in the first place. Seriously. Throughout history, there have always been slaves to advance the aims of those who ruled. The desire to push towards accomplishing specific goals, fuelled by the hard work and actions of those who were bound by ch...