The Northern 📍

  Reaching down into the flames of the depth, the great wizard had finally found his equal.      Upon the party’s arrival into the depths of the dungeon, the cold, dead air, changed. What once lay as nothing more than a musty old mine, slowly began to feel like there was life once again. At first, no one from the party had recognized the change, say for the wizard. Only he, the wisest of them all, was able to detect that something was a mist. And yet, for all the years of wisdom which he had accumulated- he was foolish enough to chose to enter such a forsaken place to begin with.      As the group began to push deeper and deeper into the crust of the Earth, the light from above them slowly began to fade. The sharp moonlight, which had be reflected to guide their way through complex mirrors and tunnels, began to fade. The very light which had guided them so far into the journey, slowly began to succumb to the eternal darkness which now surrounded them. ...

  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...

  Politics.      What an ugly word. Just the thought of it makes me sick. Yet here we are, in 2024. The circus continues, with no intentions of slowing down.      Last night, I watched the State of the Union. After that, I fell asleep and dreamt of a truck driving off a cliff. Coincidence? I think not. What a mess we currently find ourselves in. I truly believed that history would never repeat itself, yet here we are. Here we stand, on the verge of going down the same path once again, repeating the same horrors. Humans really are the dumbest animals, aren’t we?      During these dark days, it becomes tough to find the light at the end of the tunnel. It becomes a daunting task, to keep the faith and believe that everything will be alright. Yet here we are, forced to live that dilemma. We are forced to keep on smiling, pretending like the world isn’t on the brink of reshaping itself, once again. I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, to b...