Thursday, November 10, 2016

Wolf Star: A story by Mr. X

In the land of Alaska, lived a dog named Wolf Star. He pulled sleds and delivered mail. Wolf Star always wondered what life would be like without human control, for you see, his owner wasn't very good at his job of delivering mail. His owner's name was Robert Jones, a man with a drinking problem, and an bitter attitude. Wolf Star's real name given by the humans was Dakota, he always would remind the other dogs what he wants to be called whenever he is referred to as Dakota. It gave the other dogs an advantage to give Wolf Star a hard time. One day, during the dawn of spring,  Jones was fired after his incompetent work, and the post office was replacing dog sleds with airplanes to deliver mail. Robert Jones was out of a job.

Wolf Star was thinking to himself about what has been happening.
"Well, Jones doesn't  have to make me pull a sled anymore, so what's next? Is this the opportunity for me to explore the Great Beyond?"

Jones busted through the door with a piece of whale meat in his hands, spring may have come in Alaska, but the winter held on strongly with it's mighty blizzards. Robert's father and grandfather were both whalers so whaling became a last resort for the jobless man.

"Ya' see there Dakota? I may non hav-ve a job but who needs one?" Jones announced in his slurred, drunken voice. "We're whalers now!"

Wolf Star was pleasantly surprised  by the way Jones turned things around. Wolf Star never tasted whale meat and decided to give it a try...

"No! That's a bad dog!" boomed Jones "Bad! Let people eat first! Bad!"

Wolf Star was pretty miffed by what Jones did for more than one reason:


  1. People is a vague term that doesn't always apply to humans
  2. He never tasted whale before and his chances were just pushed away
  3. Humans shouldn't horde everything to themselves, and that includes food.



We will continue the story once we get enough support, so remember, if you want to see more, just support.   -Mr. X

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Shifts in Reality: Volume 1

I am starting a miniseries of posts on my blog that have to do with changes in the world that have caught my eye and I might even throw in what I think might happen due to the shift.

1. Donald Trump won the presidential election.
This one is something I feared ever since I knew of Trump existing in the first place. But I feel like things happen for a reason a lot, this is no exception. I believe if Trump's reckless ideas do come true, such as building the wall and launching missiles since we have so many, We can experience the great changes that can help us form a new world once Trump has destroyed our old one. I believe a being as tall as a mountain, with claws that bring destruction will ironically bring a glorious renewal that won't happen overnight. I know that's a lot to take in, but isn't that what this blog about?

Right now that's all I have, but my journey into the new perspective has just begun so all I really need right now is your support. So please share this with a friend. I am like a wolf, it's not that meaningful doing something alone. Together, we can explore the new perspective, but not without your help.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

A special dream

I'm pleased that you're willing enough to read this post. This is about a fascinating dream I had last night.

It all started when I was in a place where a little man agitated me. Harsh as it was, I decided to murder the little man. I thought I got away with the menacing deed, but a few fellows caught me and sentenced me with their magic to be turned into a small tree and return back to normal once a hundred years had passed. I said goodbye to my mother and father since I knew they wouldn't be alive by the time I returned back to normal from the form of a tree. I went into the forest with the magical men afterwards and stood in a place where a crack of sun shone for me. I told the men I accepted my fate, and so they pointed their wands at me, magic came out, and I could feel the transformation within every inch of me. My arms became branches, my skin became bark, and I could feel my newfound roots where my feet once were sink into the earth. I felt leaves sprout from my branches, and the way I used to feel the world changed in ways that I couldn't describe. The transformation was complete, and I stood in the middle of the forest waiting for the day to come.

Let me know in the comments what you thought it ment! Thanks for reading!