So I wish to apolagise for my absence over the last month, Yuletide was met with some rather unpleasant events alongside a nasty chest infection which had me out of commission for the most part. Such down time did however allow some formulation of a subject which is especially prescient at this time of year where some find themselves afloat in the malaise of this new year (or decade in this case) in which a Man can find himself falling into darker thoughts much like the tides of Yule within December. This is especially relevant as the full treachery of Trump and the western leaders at large are paraded before us like foul marionettes of semetic puppeteers.

Today's topic is upon the healing of ones own wounds. This is a painful subject for many but it is a subject we must confront if we are to become stronger.

An unspoken truth among those of our ilk, we seekers of understanding and justice, is that we all in one form or another been damaged by the very thing we sought. To bear the knowledge we hold, to delve into it's murky depths to discover a fate most foul engineered by creatures filled with hate and to witness the atrocities committed by it's golems is a torturous thing. One cannot tread these waters and remain unscathed. The best way to describe it would be akin to holding ones hand over an open flame. At first you recoil, withdrawing your hand as your bodies instinctual reaction is to escape it, the nerves screaming at you to keep away. But you know within that flame is the object you seek, a truth you wish to recover so you dive in, tentatively at first then longer each time. With each piece of understanding, with each returning of your hand to the flame the nerves within it whither, the pain while excruciating is part of the burden you must carry for truth cannot be handled without such sacrifice. Thusly over time you grow rich in knowledge, gorging on the forgotten and the unseen but at great cost. The skin still bubbles when you place your hand back in each time but the pain ebbs away with all that remains being numbness, numbness and a cold hatred that permeates for those who have wronged us in the most vile of ways. Hatred born of injustice and cowardice, at resentment for those who refused to resist this false reality and a disgust at those who revel in it by choice. It is of little wonder so many of our kin embrace either nihilism or unquenchable anger for how else is a man who sees the truth of the world meant to react, how else can he counter a world and future so foul. We are left off balance and off kilter, our minds never truly healing for the illusion of all that we believed had been proven a lie. Democracy. Equality. Liberty. Freedom. All lies, all words made meaningless by a parasite who ensured it's own goal of sublimation would have these words serve as ties that bind men to their semetic treachery. We find ourselves lost and adrift and in turn hurt ourselves and those we love and fight for in our desperate grasping to pull ourselves out of the darkness such understanding gives.