The Northern 📍

  The Chains of Ideology.      True power no longer lies in men.  True power, no longer operates through a leader or a party. True power, is now hidden in the shadows, without anybody to call it out to the light. The game has once again, been reverted to the forces which have caused more deaths throughout the 20th century, than any other force throughout world history. The stark truth is that the chains of ideology have been responsible for hundreds of millions of deaths, worldwide.      How can one fight against such a device, which the victims fight so hard to keep? How can one break free from the train of thought, which has spread amongst the generation, like a wild virus? How can the very force which has surfaced to the forefront of society, over and over again, be finally contained and destroyed- once and for all? The drastic requirements to rid the world of such evil, are too gross to share in words. The reality is, history never repeats its...

  History is a Lie.      Spend enough time digging in and reading forbidden sources, and you quickly come to the same conclusion- it’s a lie. Everything we’ve been taught, a complete hoax. Concepts and deliberate misinterpretations, to cultivate our minds towards certain events and goals. A generation, being guided by an invisible hand, slowly pushing towards the status of slavery. The hardest part? Nobody cares. Not a single person seems to be bothered.      Learning that their illusion which they choose to participate it, is not reality, seems to mean absolutely nothing to them. They are so deep, so consumed by the dark magic, that their slumber is the only thing they know. The ability to awaken their true senses, and discover a new reality for themselves, is lost. Being surrounded by these moronic individuals with low IQ is exhausting.      How can one fully live, when they are expected to participate in a lie? How can one truly contr...

  Exhausted.      Every single day, a new development. Every single hour, a new story. The constant push of lies and deceit, constantly overflowing the airwaves. This world truly can not know peace.      As much as I am tired writing about it- the enemy does not sleep. As much as I wish to focus my energy on something else- the enemy does not allow me. We are living in the most complex and mind-altering time ever recorded.      The forces at work here will stop at nothing until we are dead. Plain and simple. Not only do they seek our mortal destruction- they seek our spiritual death, as well. They wish to push us to our brinks, to create a world where free men no longer know freedom. Where one is burnt out from the forces which are constantly attacking him. Where man becomes nothing more than a slave to his habits, driving him to the edge of insanity. Another wasted life, amounting to absolutely nothing. Zero-sum.      God...

  Highway to Hell!      Just when you think you’ve escaped the cave- the demons try to pull you back in.      I shouldn’t be surprised, if I’m being honest. Why would evil give up one of their most prized possessions without a fight? If anything, I should have known better and prepared for the worse the entire time. I suppose ignorance is the enemy’s greatest weapon.      The battle continues. Day after day, the fighting rolls on. Despite the progress, despite the advancements- we find ourselves still in the thick of the conflict. We must be willing to continue to dig deep into the trenches, in order to fend off the evil. To do whatever is necessary to keep it at bay. To not allow it to drag us back to the gates of hell.      Day 142 in the trenches, and I must admit that I grow tired. I grow fatigue of constantly fighting against the forces which seem to want me to join their ranks. The non-stop conflict has left myself a...

  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...