The Northern 📍

  The Media is the Enemy.      Propaganda has always been my favourite word in the English dictionary. The thought of being able to manipulate and control a population, based on the repeated messages and images being shown to them, is extremely powerful. How an entire civilization, an entire generation, can be completely consumed by this method, is nowhere short of magical.        Today, we are subjected to forms of magic and propaganda to which the world has never seen before. Never before in history, has a population had to go through as much of a challenge as we do today. Every single corner of our days have been infected with the same, propagandized message. From the advertisements on our phones, to the music being blasted over the airwaves. From the television we consume, to the very pictures and posters glued across the walls of the city. Every single second of our lives, are being exposed to complex and dark propaganda.      ...

  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...

  One Must Accept A Terrible Reality.      At some point in every man’s life, they must embrace the truth. They must be willing to accept a truth, that deep down, they’ve always known. A dark, twisted reality, which weak men have spent their lives trying to run from. The harsh world, where nature consumes the weak.      Creating a world where one wishes to live in, is nothing more than a fantasy. An idea. A false reality, meant to steer those who hold true power, away from their potential. The false idea, that one man can change the world, and create something more harmonious than what they’ve seen.      Nature does not forgive the weak. Nature does not spare those, who dream. Nature is a dark, heavy and dangerous force, sent to devour all those who do not fight. Everywhere one looks- from the birds, to the flowers, to every human being- nature consumes what it pleases. There is no negotiating with nature. There is no praying for peace. ...

  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...

  Beauty in the Struggle.      I started watching Lord of the Rings again. Honestly, one of the greatest pieces of fiction ever written. The passion for detail, as the very story itself comes to life, is second to none. The constant focus on the history of the races, with their complex battles and challenges faced throughout the ages, is extraordinary. The understanding of a complex chess board, with moving pieces from every angle, help paint an utter masterpiece. Something which we no longer see the likes of today.      I couldn’t help but wonder, why was it that the author was capable of understanding such complex ideas in their head? How was it, that one writer, could envision such a mass migration of parts and cultures, forming a conflict so great that it was documented and watched until this day? The accomplishment is one which should not be taken lightly, at all.      When deep-diving into J.R.R. Tolkien, and the challenges he face...

  Is This The End?      At least, is this what it feels like? Has all this technology, all these black screens- have they simply shown us the inevitable future of mankind?        Sometimes, I feel like the destruction of our civilization is inevitable. I don’t think I feel alone in that sentiment, either. Have we as humans not always sought new ways to wreak havoc upon our own kind? Have we, as mad as we are, always sought new ways to rule over the ashes? The more things change, the more they stay the same, it seems. ✶      Humanity has always been doomed. Since the moment we discovered the wheel and planted our first crops. From harnessing fire, to building houses. The inevitable downfall has always been present, lingering in the shadows. Like a wolf, slowly stalking its prey. One can only continue forward so far, before eventually coming face-to-face with the beast.      Perhaps thats the secret, that’s been guarded...