The Northern 📍

  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...

  Nothing.      The joy of life can no longer be found. The light which rests in my eyes, has all but vanished. The pleasures of this world, seem lost upon me- like the ocean longing for the desert once more. My passions have been exhausted, and there seems to be little left within this realm that gives me hope anymore.      Perhaps the darkness is calling me, once again. The never-ending sound of its silence, reaching out as it longs to feel me once again. The nothingness of oblivion, reaching out to smother my soul into the unknown which lies ahead. ✶      I don’t know how much longer I can continue doing this. I do not know how much more I have within me, as I battle day-in and day-out. This weight upon my shoulders, burying me six-feet deep with no escape to be found. Oh, how I long to see the sun again. How I long to finally be free of these chains, which bond me to this form.        Wishfulness continues to haun...

  Abracadabra      I create as I speak. As I speak, I create.        Words hold more power than one can ever imagine. They have the ability to unlock things, here in life, that we are simply unaware of. Ask anyone who works in sales for a living, and they will tell you the same thing.        When speaking with another individual, certain words trigger certain responses. There is literal magic behind them. If one is to call you a negative word, casting a negative spell upon you, the individual in question will most likely react in a negative way. Call someone and idiot or a dumbass, and they will more than likely respond with hostility. The same can be said about speaking positive instead. Say that someone is gorgeous or beautiful, and they will react in a kind and loving way.      The Universe responds to our words and how we project them. Every single time we open our mouths, we create. Looking for a new opportu...

Chaos.      Art does not become born, under perfect conditions. Sailors do not become seamen, sitting in a harbour. The necessity of absolute madness, surrounded by the very uncertainty of death, is required to birth something which has not yet been seen. The secret recipe, towards creation and all which it holds within.      These are the ingredients we must learn to embrace within our lives. These are the forces which we must learn to conquer. The very powers which seek to destroy us, must be turned within. The very energy which was meant to kill us, must be harnessed and released back again The never-ending cycle of coming and going, highs and lows. The waves within the tide, as the water rises, before returning to its new norm. The back-and-forth flow of the Universe, pulling and pushing us apart until there is no more.      Life is a strange journey. No matter what route we take, we all end up the same. Death waits for no man, and with i...