Illness has Intelligence

Mortal beings with eyes and faces are often regarded as the ONLY things with consciousness. Sickness has an intelligence and a survival instinct, too. It highjacks it’s host to further it’s agenda. Hence why smokers billow out clouds of smoke and scatter the shells of cigarettes about like seeds of destruction.

Sensing it’s demise, the illness makes the host sick when it loses it’s control or grip on the host. You know this better as withdrawal.

Energy and spirits are real, though more simple and mundane in occurrence, their dynamics are subtle and well designed, existing without our input.

What a wonderful jungle we play in!



A Man’s Submission

A Man’s Submission is rarely discussed or conceived because it is:

1. seldom executed

2. hard to execute

3. Rarely inspired.

It is a net loss on his part, and a big gain for his tribe. A Man’s submission is sacrificial.

A “man” for that matter, is even more rare. Most men, in times of yore or presently, are avoidant, apologetic, or too agreeable. They are not bastions of boldness, nor a phallic symbol. They are limp dicks and spinless cowards.

Some may SEEM overly-masculine, but they are in fact hyper-feminine, over-compensating, and scared, like a lesbian. These men are likely gay. They have no discipline, no solidity. Defeated men who have no campaign to fight for. They are the envy of none, and the pride of no household.

To wit, being a man means doing hard things, past the point of the desire or energy to do them, because duty calls. We used to take pride in these tasks. Those things are as follows.

1. Protection – physical

* When an intruder comes into the house or the personal space of his family, the man puts his health and safety on the line to facilitate the family’s safety. Despite being afraid, sometimes as much as his family, he has no space to cower and hide. This duty is unending, but this duty is his.

2. Protection – psychological

* Women know the truth, deep down, but they trust it from authorities more than they do themselves. Should that leader be HER man, she will regard his word as gospel. She seeks out his validation and reassurance. She will resist and rebel against all forms of accountability, but when the iron fist and velvet glove of a man guides her, it is the proverbial father holding the hand of a brittle child in a world built for toil and trouble. Reluctant but grateful, she concedes.

3. Discipline

* There are times when a woman knows she is out of line, or acting/sounding “crazy” but cannot stop herself. These are the situations where a woman falls in love with a man. If he can stand up to her acidic onslaught and set her straight without being abusive, he earns a certain part of her heart. Coupled with consistent good dick and hilarity, this earns the title of “daddy.” The one who guides her past a fork in the road to the thing she needs and wants.

* Despite all of the actions above, he will seldom get sympathy or rest, for the high performing man is in high demand. It is not his job to seek sympathy, but glory. If he needs rest, he takes it. Since the leader is the one who is rich enough to sacrifice the most, he should do so joyfully.

The only time a man should abstain from being THE man, is when the first signs of being taken for granted show. Put down your tools and refuse to continue, because this first inch given will turn to a mile if you continue.

But if your family loves you, adorn them with your masculinity. Build them, guide them, lead them, lest they perish and decay. With an unhappy man or inept man at the helm, the family fails. A gallant man knows this, and shares with pride!



The Crucible: Commitment

Commitment is the crucible, where the false self goes to die

* Many illusions of who we are and what we will tolerate stand uncontested until we invest in a lover, a business partner, or a friend. As long as the relationship is desired and endures, the ugly will come. Projection, vulnerability, jealously, are all found here.

* Being promiscuous offers little investigation into what is wrong or could go wrong, with ourselves or our lovers. It certainly doesn’t keep score or receipts. Relationships are a mirror, and often, our lack of commitment makes our self-esteem distorted, rendering us blind.

* True, we have blind spots , but we also have a basement that harbors vehement reactions to hurt. At times, they operate independently and contrary to our intentions and the rhythm we know as our “ego.” How often do we say “that was so unlike me,” only for it to be a link in a reoccurring chain?

* The free-love way leaves enough time and space for the best foot forward to be placed and viewed. It is not a footstep towards the other, or in any direction with purpose. It is fun, not function. Take the road long enough and you find a dead end that is tired of traveling for no reason, wanting a path more meaningful. While some are lost or bored, most want a home, a destination.

The perspective you get from traveling far and wide adds to the mastery required when delving deeper.

Promiscuity for the dilettante, monogamy for the realist.



Bad vs. Incorrect

Manipulation in love is an asset, but in fear, it is a liability.

* Each interaction without tactic is irresponsible at best, but definitely grounds for destruction. Though it may feel natural to be without guile, charm and ease are supernatural; We are not naturally lovable or valued

* As such, we have a fork in the road: Manipulate in fear of an outcome vs. Manipulate to facilitate an outcome.

* Ironically, most outright power-grabs and abuses of power are done as a knee-jerk reaction to the lack of power (a comfort and discipline of chaos), thus, destroying the possibility of more power. “Why did I do that’s?” soon follow. A bad player on the world’s stage is a reactor, rather than an actor, a player. See the parallels? (i.e possessiveness and jealousy, neediness, etc)

*Accordingly, I conclude that its not the lack of management, but poor management, that render good relations into ruined relations. Its not that manipulation is bad, but that most manipulators are incompetent and incorrect: Incorrect tactics or no tactics, the results are the same.

Remember: Kimmuriel says that the highest form of manipulation is self-manipulation, seduction and happiness are self-induced contagions. When the recipe is mastered, then and only then do we open up the doors in our soul for a palace worth of gems and riches to reside. We become fulfilled and then can bestow our richness unto others.

In space and in time,


Ego Investment

The most profitable way to inspire dedication and loyalty is to make that person or group’s identity invested, and appreciated.

Often, people are trapped in dead end jobs simply because they are needed and they’ve spent so much time and aroused so many emotions in them. Whether or not they were valued, is irrelevant.

Hate for a job or a lover are non-lethal, when compared to apathy, aka the absence of ego. When the “fuck it” switch is flipped, that is also when the hourglass is flipped for your exit.

Do you give a flying fuck about a bank you have no account with?

Oh, but that ego and the time and emotions invested……that is life’s real currency.



The Tunnel or The Light

“Don’t go towards the light!”

Dear reader,

Many philosophies, especially the redpill, espouse enlightenment as the goal. While this is tempting and indulgent, it lacks follow through. It teaches the rules of the game, but not the continuation AFTER the completion of the game.

Teaching men the reality of the world and of women is a difficult, yet noble charge. But too often the gurus and sexperts that arise only focus on the tunnel and the mortar, the bricks and the asphalt, but seldom do they address the light at the end of the tunnel. Often they discourage driving any further, for awareness is enough.

Reaching goals is anti-climactic, without a context or a system of successes and the games within. This is where, ironically, day-gamers and LTRs shine or perish, because one’s redpill wisdom is under constant assessment and revision. You cannot rest on what you know, for you are only as good as your last victory.

This is a most delicious irony. Yet it is, as Nash and Riv would say, the romantic pill.