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This is the Ultimate Weapon

NOTE: Yes this is long. It also may literally change your life for the better in ways that are hard to imagine. And I wrote it primarily because my experiments on myself and in my own life seem to be bearing fruit.

Something very few people understand, even military men, veterans, life-long martial artists, strategists, UFC guys, boxers, and everything else in between, is that the number one, most important, absolute weapon you have, above all others, is this: Your Mind.

Your Weapon

Even people who you might assume have a grasp of the basic concept often miss the wood for the trees on this. I have been asked this by a few people who fancied themselves as overall decent strategists:

“What is the most important thing for a fighter?”

And to my reply of “Your mind,” they invariably scoff or try to divert it to some lesser aspect of my answer, like “Isn’t it getting up again?” or willpower, or perseverance and so on.

Well, guess what. Every one of those things begins in your mind.

Perseverance, later thinking, discipline, flexibility, pattern-recognition, literally all of it, begins, and ends, with your mind.

It sounds so stupidly obvious right? Duh! “Of course it’s your mind!” you’re thinking. What a dumb post…

Uh-huh.

Now consider a few other things.

The connection between your mind and your body has limits that are NOT understood by medical science almost entirely. The average doctor has no concept of the Placebo or Nocebo effects. They may mention them without realising they literally can save your life from supposedly incurable diseases as well as kill you when there is no external factor that should result in your death.

Unscrupulous grifters have made a whole industry of half-baked “truths” wrapped in lies concerning your ability to do anything from cure cancer to become a millionaire by the sheer power of repeating “affirmations” and “changing your mindset”.

Over 99% of hypnotists, psychologists and psychiatrists have little to no understanding of the link between the mind and the reality around it. There are enough experiments in neuroscience which are of the reproducible kind (meaning they are actually valid science) that essentially prove a host of things we can’t adequately explain:

  • Reality is literally changed by you observing it.
  • The mind can perceive, receive, and send information across vast distances or simply by focusing on something without any apparent way to do so (i.e. telepathy, clairvoyance, clairaudience, remote viewing, psychometry and so on are actual things that exist).
  • The pain/emotions felt by loved ones can affect your mind as if you were experiencing it. And this can also function in connection with the item immediately above.
  • The mind is capable of entering altered states and/or dimensions where it can access information it had no previous knowledge of, and that information can be beneficial to the owner of the mind as well as others if/when it is shared/applied in the physical realm we inhabit.
  • Some degree of communication with people who have passed on can exist.
  • Some degree of communication with entities from other dimensions can exist. The intentions of such entities towards humanity in general can apparently range from beneficial to utter hatred (commonly thought of as Angelic beings, Demons and something in between, like Faeries).

There are also a great many stories, legends, and anecdotal events that seem to indicate that a certain level of miraculous manifestation of things may well be the result of a directed mind that using the correct approach, focuses or considers something in a way that sees it take place in the real world.

If you have digested all of the above, great. Keep that whole giant point present in one corner of the mind, then read below and get the next info-dump and then put that in one another corner of your mind, because only once you have put these two baseline points in your mind and can contemplate them from a bird’s eye view appropriately, can you then begin to see the third point, which defines our current situation. Only then, can I present you the overall theory and paradigm shift that I want you to digest and begin acting upon.

Your Weapon’s Base Efficiency and Maintenance

You know that old adage that “If you don’t program your mind, someone else will?” Well, it’s absolutely true. And while you may nod sagely or pay lip service to it, not a single one of us really appreciates the extent to which this is true. Not even me. And I am waaaaaaaayyyy beyond the normal human curve on this.

If you have small children, present them with a little problem that you know how to solve in one way. Give them time, encouragements and a good sensation you believe in them and most times you will find that they come up with ten different ways you didn’t think of on how to solve it. Imagine if we kept that way of thinking into adulthood. I certainly try to and I have changed career, country, and wives, a number of times. I have moved home 54 times and I am 54 years old. I have gone from being so broke all I had to eat was a bag of flower, some salt and tap water, to blowing over four grand on some clothing a girl I was seeing liked. I have spent more on a rifle I wanted than on any car I ever bought. And I have had many strange and incredible life experiences. I now have 5 children, am trying to learn to be a farmer, which is nothing I have any talent for and as of yesterday I just broke a part of the connector to the trincia because I am bad at this, but eventually I will become good at it. Because in my life, anything I have put my focus, mind and effort into, I have been able to achieve. Not without smacking my head into the occasional steel wall a few times mind you, but I have a deeply embedded belief that I am absolutely able to achieve whatever I decide to focus on. It’s harder to have laser like focus with 5 kids and wife than when you are single, but it’s also more important to be able to do so, so the focus is even more intense for me.

Despite all the above, I have always expected resistance from the world. And indeed I have found it. Whenever I changed job or country or home, almost everyone I knew was of the idea that “I was making a mistake” or that “it wouldn’t work” and so on. Very few people were ever supportive, and I learnt as a result to ignore pretty much everyone in that respect and only take the useful parts of any advice with regard to elements of whatever I was deciding to do.

My point in describing my own experience is not to make you think how cool I am, but rather the opposite if anything. What I am explicitly stating is that even with a lifetime of experience that validates my point that your mind affects your outcome more than any factor whatsoever, I am not, a millionaire with my own private island and fleet of all-female crewed yachts. Probably due to the fact that it is my belief that in order to achieve that it is very likely you would need to compromise some serious aspects of your integrity or soul. And in my over half a century on Earth I have come across only maybe one guy who potentially did not compromise himself and was very wealthy, but he had also started out with a lot of money from his father. Whether his son does as well, now that the man has passed, remains to be seen. I have not had such a situation in life so I can’t speak much to it, but I have observed enough wealthy people to know that it is rare for a son handed great wealth to remain a human being I think highly of from the perspective of how I measure people’s value.

My method of measurement may be a little “brutal” but it is absolutely correct in judging a man’s character and often also ability and other factors such as honesty, reliability, loyalty, and so on. One of the surest ways to know a man’s real heart is to put him in physical danger. the martial arts dojo I trained in for over a decade was perfect for this. people who acted like lords and masters of life, placed on that floor turned into scared, wet little men, and guys that were almost homeless could be literal lions without fear. The status one had in the so-called “civilised” world meant nothing on that dojo floor. And it was not all ability based. there were people who were technically very good that were weak internally, and guys that could barely adopt any of the classical stances that were nevertheless fighters in their heart. The mind a man has when facing physically and emotionally frightening things will very quickly tell you the condition of his weapon. I was no more than seven years old, maybe less, when a thing happened that made me freeze with fear. As it turned out it was nothing real, just an event my brain (and my brother’s too) interpreted as some kind of horror film about to play out with us as victims, when in reality it was a non-event. nevertheless, I resolved consciously back then to never react that way again. And in fairness, I never have. At other times in my life a few times things happened that were absolutely life-threatening or had the potential to be, and I never froze again. Even if I have been fearful, I never stopped acting and moving and doing, and without fail my tendency has always been to move towards the danger, to face it rather than to run away from it. I don’t think I can take credit for that though, as that is the case when others are involved too and it is a pretty baseline aspect of people whether you sort by self or sort by others. I tend to sort by others, certainly in extreme situations, and if anything, in life I had to try and force myself to sort by self a bit more. to the outside observer they are likely to assume I am much more of a selfish asshole than I actually am, but the conscious actions I take in “selfish asshole territory” are not faked; they are designed to reduce the numbers of “opportunistic parasites and general pains in the ass” types and keep them as far from me as possible.

Despite all the above, it should become relatively clear that my internal processes, despite being absolutely well-above average in terms of keeping people I don’t want near me at a distance, and allowing me a certain level of ability that has to date resulted in overall “success” as most people would define it, contains a high level of “conflict”.

In order to explain this better, let me explain a bit more: even if never achieving anything particularly spectacular, I would say that having achieved “good enough” status in a number of completely different fields qualifies in itself as a kind of pretty spectacular skill. And in a few fields I have certainly achieved a good level of world-class ability, even if not the usual “world-class” recognition that goes with that level of skill. Mostly due to the fact that those who get there are doing almost exclusively that one thing, while I am merely focusing on getting my own ability up there, not making a living off it or doing that to the exclusion of other things or even my main work.

The shifting from one skill or talent to another in such relatively rapid succession meant I generally always dealt with “resistance”. Any new endeavour has a high initial failure rate. Add to that the naysayers, the negative thinkers, the short-sighted and the resistance has never been confined merely to the practicalities involved, but rather to the false expectations of a weak world outside of my head too. The overall general frame of reference I have internally then, tends to be something along the lines of:

“Right, I am going to do this new things now, which should take X amount of time, except for the negative influences of A, B, C and D which will make it 2X and then the things I don’t know and mistakes I will make along the way that would maybe have not been all that relevant to X but mixed in with the various reactions from the outside world, will make it be at least 3X.”

By negative influences of other people, I mean really practical stuff, like to take one example:

I absolutely know my fiction writing is far better than the average “successful” writer in my genre. But I never took (nor take) the time to market myself, spread the word, network and do all the other things, including getting a proper agent and so on. I barely even ask people to leave me a review when they like my stuff. And I know my non-fiction writing is ALSO better than the vast majority of things written in any of the non-fiction fields I have so far covered. And yet, I am not a writer that makes a living from his writing. In a world where pure meritocracy is justly rewarded, I would be. But we live in a world where whoever makes the loudest noise generally wins At least until violence ensues, as America and nato are currently finding out with respect to Russia. I have always been rather secure in that aspect of life. Probably growing up with guns and doing martial arts from childhood had a lot to do with it, but also perhaps a genetic component. My paternal line of men seem to have always been people unafraid to get into armed conflicts as and when required.

Aside the practical reality of these negative influences there are also the “woo-woo” aspects which are, to my mind, actually more important than the physical ones. Consider that it has been neurologically proven that your brain will experience physical pain to a loved one as if it was happening to you. They literally can’t tell the brain scans apart. Does it not follow therefore, that if a loved one has zero faith in you, or worse, actively disbelieves your ability to achieve X, your own brain, unconsciously, will pick up on this and make it its “reality” just as it does with the physical pain experienced by the loved one instead of you?

Now, please don’t all become a bunch of whiny bitches blaming your failures on the people around you not being “supportive”. You’re probably a lazy, fat fucker that doesn’t get off his ass enough, but I mention this point, because it is a thing, and yet, it has also been demonstrated that whoever has a stronger belief system influences the other. So if you are a negative perspective see-er and a depression prone downer of a person that always feels unsatisfied, unhappy, miserable, bored and tired, guess what, you will tend to bring everyone around you down too. And since it is energetically harder to be upbeat and positive and happy, because it literally consumes more energy, on a long-enough timeline, the fearful, the depressed, the scared, the perennially negative-thinking types, will tend to drag down the overall perspective of everyone around them. Remember this when you next watch “the news” or read a newspaper. And note the general doom and gloom tone of pretty much every piece of information about the world you see around you. So let me continue with the example of my own brain as the test subject.

But in any case, aside the negative expectations of others and the reality of practical learning curves, the point is that I expect resistance. I expect strife. I expect struggle. And it invariably is there. What if I were to change my mind to expect an easy and simple natural ascension to heights of wealth and good results without the strife?

Doing so is not my natural inclination. I certainly am overall optimistic, but long experience has also taught me that if you can spot a problem from far enough away, you can generally at least avoid the worst of it, so I tend to be on the lookout for potential problems. What if I trained my brain to be on the lookout for potential “good waves” that would have me sail so far above the potential “rocks” (problems) I would normally see in the distance that they no longer are even a thing?

Well, it is not an easy or necessarily quick shift to make (but is it? Does it really need to take years? Or is it simply a choice?), but logic makes it clear it is a necessary one. And look at how quickly a child can go from total desperation to instant joy. If they can do it, why the hell would you not be able to? I have always believed this, and it is one of the sources of frustrations I have had over the years in my relationships. Women tend to want to focus on the negative in life. I have no idea why, but they love to wallow in misery. Just look at the absolute tripe, shitty films, and nonsense they almost universally claim is the very “essence” of love. I shit you not, my ex-sister in law, in all her best and truest good intention, gave me a DVD to watch as the “truest” embodiment of love (I had just had the latest somewhat painful break-up with some girl). It was the film PS I love you.

There is not a man on Earth that would watch that shit and think, oh yeah, this is all about true love. Quite the opposite really. But from the female perspective of wanting to be the centre of the universe while wallowing in her own misery and yet still being loved for herself, yet never changing from the miserable downer she is… oh well. It’s fantastic apparently. While for most men, probably dying in a fire is preferable.

My point (yes, yes, I write long sentences and take diversions along the way to better illustrate the overall point. Pay attention and don’t get lost, you feeble-minded half-wit who can’t deal with extended sentences!) is that:

  • You do have the capacity to switch emotional state quickly.
  • You do have the capacity to control your own thoughts.
  • You do have the capacity to repeat a behaviour until it becomes a habit.
  • The brain is plastic and remains so the more you use it and shift it throughout your life.

Given all of the above, you must, logically, have the capacity to shift even life-long patterns of thought and behaviour quickly and permanently. And there is probably an optimal way to do it, which I would guess has to do with everything from better nutrition, to learning the basics of logic, clear language, mathematics, as well as (mostly) internal factors such as your unconscious beliefs about yourself, reality, God, the possibility of X or Y being true and so on.

What the limits of any of our abilities is, is nowhere near as clear or even known as everyone around you would have you believe.

In short then, Your mind is your weapon, and its current state, is very poor. If we were to make an analogy, your World War II Mauser pistol, with selector switch that allows single shot, three round burst or fully automatic fire, has been lying in mud for 50 years and you have no ammo for it.

Even if you clean it and recondition it to perfection, you still have no ammo for it and are unsure of even how to load it or operate it. In short, you may as well be a caveman trying to figure out what it is and how to use it. At best, you may use it as a bludgeoning weapon, and those of us who are are already ahead of the curve even if technically speaking we are still very much on the very start of the retard slope of it on the extreme left of that curve.

Your Enemy’s Use of Your Weapon

Let’s start with a premise. Assume for a minute that your internal mental state determines your quality of life. This remains true regardless of your belief concerning whether your internal state can materially affect reality by such things as manifesting the things, people or conditions you want. At its most basic level, even if you are poor, ugly and alone, but are internally relatively happy and content, it sure beats being poor, ugly, alone and also internally miserable, depressed and hopeless.

So, even at its most basic level, this point remains true. It is also generally a logical fact that if your internal state is generally good, you will tend to have more energy available for everything from thinking to doing physical work. And having more energy available has, throughout human history, in any way that energy can ever be measured, generally correlated positively with a “better” or at least “easier” quality of life. And though those terms are subjective and may in fact be net negatives in an objective view, the fact remains that with more energy you can do more.

So, as long as you do more of the right things, it make sense that even if the only benefit you got from having a better internal state is limited to these things I discuss in the above two paragraphs, you’d still be better off putting into practice whatever would improve your internal state.

Add to it that there is at least the possibility that your internal state also may have a measurable effect on reality around you and therefore, on the principle of the butterfly effect, possibly radically affect the outcomes in your life on a long enough trajectory, (it is in fact empirically proven, but most people are simply not aware of the repeatable studies done and the neurological results achieved, nor are most people willing to wade through such things in detail to prove it for themselves) and you’d have to be a complete moron to not take the time and effort to sanitise your brain and how it thinks.

Right about now, you may be beginning to realise most of humanity is composed of morons. And that you are one of them too. Welcome to Professor Cipolla’s perspective of the human condition.

Given all of the above then, what is constantly being reinforced throughout this planet, to everyone on it, by every means possible. And if you are not in a coma, have you noticed what has absolutely ramped up dramatically in the last four years? Pay attention.

You are indoctrinated by a school system that instead of limiting itself to teaching you how to read, write, do mathematics, use language correctly and specifically, teach you how to observe and measure and test the world around you, spends most of its time to tell you implicitly and explicitly that your value is directly proportional to your ability to perform well at certain functions. This is not really wrong in certain respects. If you can’t do the basic things education is supposed to teach you at least decently, life is likely going to be more difficult for you. However, while it is true that your ability to do math will affect your ability to be a successful accountant, it says nothing about your ultimate value as a human being. One of the most honest people I ever met was intellectually incapable of grasping the concept of square metres, but I have yet to encounter a human being that was as scrupulously honest as that man. If human beings were correctly evaluated on their character as well as their ability (and of course that opens up a whole other debate on what and how you determine “correctly evaluated”) most people who work in finance would be relegated to cleaning out latrines by hand, as their minimum penance for their sins.

But let me try to stick to the point. The enemies that absolutely do NOT want you do be able to determine and use your own mind properly, very much would need you to have an internal state that is the exact opposite of the one you would pursue if you were a rational, logical, intelligent human being. So, aside the fact that we’re all morons and so not pursuing what we should, the enemy makes sure that instead of:

  • Joy
  • Serenity
  • Peace
  • Calm
  • Appreciation
  • Grace
  • Beauty
  • Gratitude
  • Love
  • Courage
  • Awe
  • Curiosity
  • Exploration
  • Focus
  • Concentration
  • Discipline
  • Laughter
  • Intimacy
  • Closeness
  • Tenderness
  • Empathy
  • Sensing Nature
  • Being in Nature
  • Learning about nature and its cycles
  • Learning about animals and their cycles and natures
  • Taking time to think and rest
  • Taking time to teach and care

You spend almost the entirety of your day with/on:

  • Concerns about money
  • Concerns about success
  • Concerns about stuff
  • Time at work for others to do things to earn enough money to survive
  • Just doing as you’re told
  • Not rocking the boat even if the boat is full of shit and sucking your soul dry
  • Stress
  • Anxiety
  • Fear at every level:
    • Terrorism
    • Pandemics
    • Economic crashes
    • Not being loved
    • No one caring about you
    • Never being able to get out of the “hole” you’re in (whatever it is)
  • Never having time to yourself
  • Never having time in nature just for the sake of it
  • Not knowing anything about nature, its cycles or animals and theirs
  • Polluting and worrying about the pollution from fake things like “climate change” to very real things like chemtrails
  • Never taking risks
  • Never get curious about any of the things that divert from the prescribed path you should follow to “make it” in society
  • Worrying about what other people think about you
  • Not feeling appreciated, loved, or cared for
  • Not having “time” to appreciate, love, or care for anyone else
  • Seeing all the problems you still have to face
  • Not seeing any beauty anywhere
  • Stunning yourself in front of the TV with various “shows” and “Entertainment” that reinforces stereotypes you are told 24/7 you must conform to or else you are a bad person. Everything from:
    • LGBT nonsense that is clearly a deviation from nature
    • Absurd lies like men being able to be women and vice-versa
    • Nonsensical things like “gender”:
      • a) being a thing relating to humans instead of language (the correct word for differentiating between the only two sexes, male and female is sex; not gender.)
      • b) being a “social construct” when the right words for defining a “social construct” are actually made-up bullshit.
      • c) being “fluid” or “non-binary” or purple for that matter. I mean… it’s made-up shit, so you can Calvinball it as much as you like, but it doesn’t make it any more real.
    • Feminism being a good thing
    • Masculinity being “toxic”
    • Women and girls being just as physically capable and strong as any man or boy.
    • Girlbosses being all awesome
    • There being a real wage pay gap
    • Women being more empathetic and nurturing than men (they are less so. Yup. Look it up. And see the statistics on who abuses and even kills children more and what the general outcomes for children of single parent families are like)
    • Meritocracy being evil
    • Communism and commonality of outcome regardless of input being good
    • Jews always being smart and the good guys or the victims, never the underhand, nepotistic, stateless parasites that use usury and other financial tools, as well as a general influence with the mass media and entertainment industries which they disproportionately are present in, to degrade and destroy the host nation, financially, morally, ethically and especially degrading and perverting Christianity in particular; and having done so since before the time of Jesus, which is recorded even by ancient Roman emperors and statesmen of the time. Which may have something to do with the usual eventual pogrom and “persecutions” that seem to afflict only them and no one else, for no reason whatsoever at all. Any suggestion the reasons might in fact be the one described above, and there being plenty of evidence for it in each occurrence of them being “cast out”, can only be motivated by totally baseless antisemitism; for no reason at all.
    • The need to ignore observable reality with respect to the behaviour of various people from various cultures, religions and ethnicities and their incompatibility with each other and the inevitable problems that arise when such different people are forced to live in proximity to one another.
    • Every race on the planet being able to be the victim of racism except for white people, who are the only perpetrators of racism on the planet.
    • In general, white, heterosexual males being if not actively “evil” unfairly advantaged by some “privilege”. Why this should be other than the success such white heterosexual men have achieved in human history, with respect to everything from military conquest to scientific achievements, through their own efforts, is never explained.
    • Avoiding noticing observable reality at every level. Stating that the average Caucasian IQ is higher than the average Negroid IQ is taboo. And apparently so would be pointing out that the average Japanese IQ is higher than the average Caucasoid IQ. We are not supposed to notice there is a preponderance of blacks that are faster runners than whites and harder to knock out by being hit in the head in boxing, nor that on average the median Australian aborigine is not going to do anywhere near as well on a maths test as the average Chinese. We are all supposed to be absolutely equal and if we are not we are all supposed to artificially reduce ourselves to the lowest common denominator, because apparently, if we are all as “efficient” as the most crippled, mentally handicapped, gay post-operation, transgender “lesbian”, that thinks math is racist, the human race will flourish.
  • The suggestion you should do anything outside in the real world instead of rot your brain with he “entertainment” just listed directly above, instantly makes you a right-wing radical, potential domestic terrorist and obvious racist that hates homosexuals and wants to burn them at the stake independent from the fact that homosexuals are at least eleven TIMES more likely to indulge in the sexual abuse of children (and that on the REPORTED cases, which are always a fraction of the total cases).

Now, if you got through all that without running yourself a warm bath with some nice razor blades and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the tub with you, you may also have noted that I barely skimmed the surface of what is attempted to be pumped into your brain on a daily basis.

But wait! That’s not all! They are also:

  • Poisoning you with everything from genetic serums while trying to call them “vaccines” to injecting the same genetic altering stuff in your food.
  • Literally also the vaccines actually poison you.
  • Make you sick in many and varied ways then sell you the cure, which often just makes you sicker or even if it works doesn’t address the cause, only the symptoms.
  • Creating nano-technology and deploying it that literally makes you prone to being controlled at a distance by technologies that go back at least to the early 1990s and absolutely exist and have been tested and proven to work.
  • Using AI to note patterns of behaviour and reaction to emotions as well as individuate you specifically, so as to be able to automate general responses they can get from you at every level, intellectual, emotional, logical. Which allows them to control from the individual to masses of people autonomously, to produce any effect they wish, from mass hysteria to potentially mass hallucinations (for “supernatural” events), to you specifically possibly going so far as committing suicide.
  • Creating a totalitarian surveillance reality where you can no longer be anonymous or even participate in basic things like movement, travel and food shopping unless you follow the imposed regulations which are becoming stricter, more limiting and more expensive on a daily basis.
  • Constantly ensuring the legal system punishes anyone trying to resist this reality they are imposing on you, while ignoring or even rewarding those who add to the chaos, indiscipline, crime, and general degeneracy we are increasingly surrounded by.
  • At every level and in every turn, denigrate, deny, ridicule and try o actively suppress any belief in God, your own mind’s ability to overcome all of the above and so on.
    • If you actually pay attention you will note that not all religions are treated equal:
      • Islam is fine.
      • Judaism is fine.
      • Generic Protestant “Churchianity” is fine. Especially if they fly LGBT-Pedo flags.
      • Buddhism, especially if generic chanting variety is fine or at least not commented on.
      • Hinduism is fine.
      • Atheism is not just fine but almost glorified.
      • Agnosticism is fine and goes uncommented, mostly.
      • Zen meditation, esoteric Yoga and so on is fine.
      • Wicca and Paganism (both essentially LARPS) is fine.
      • Even Satanism is seen as eccentric but not really a “threat”.
      • Catholicism (Novus Ordo variety, so post Vatican II Satanists in disguise but still weighed down by the cultural weight of actual Catholicism) is seen as suspect and not really fine, but, yeah, ok, as long as they are “Catholics” that support abortion and gay marriage, it’s “tolerable”. And the original latin mass (even if it’s not really original because Vatican II changed it) should absolutely be abandoned.
      • Actual Catholics (Sedevacantists) that still perform the original Latin Mass and absolutely do NOT recognise any of the Novus Ordo Clergy as even Catholic, never mind valid… Well! These are obviously dangerous would-be terrorists that need to be infiltrated immediately by every intelligence agency available, and their priests and bishops preferably made examples of, along with their beliefs needing to be ridiculed, slandered and libelled.

I mean, it’s enough to make you curious about being a Sedevacantist Catholic, isn’t it?

So, assuming you are least resilient enough to have got this far without suck-starting a shotgun, what now?

Regroup

So, we have discovered the following:

  1. Your Mind is your real only weapon in life.
  2. There is plenty of evidence and even empirical objective facts, to indicate that your mind can be used to literally improve your personal situation and quality of life in ways that are almost magical. While the overall reality remains objective, quite a lot of what you can achieve within it, may be at least in part, subject to your own subjective internal states and ways of being, acting and believing.
  3. You are a drooling retard (don’t worry, me too if it makes you feel better. Well, ok, maybe with a little less drool for me, but still, let’s not squabble) and you’re not maintaining it or looking after it at all and have barely any idea at all of how to use it and certainly no real idea or experience whatever of using it as intended.
  4. Your enemy (or THE Enemy if you prefer, with help from his minions) is running your brain for you. Pretty much 24/7. Which in turns affects and effectively controls your mind.

And now, probably, you’re at the point where you’re “thinking” (because you’re a drooling retard, remember? aAnd brainwashed by your enemy too):

“Yeah, yeah, cool, but can I just take a pill to fix all this? Because it sounds like you’re going to tell us to do some heavy lifting, or some work, or some difficult, tiring things… oh… Gawd… I’m already tired just imagining it, I don’t even know how I got this far… this is TL;DR. Someone better tell me if this guy starts selling vitamins. I may buy. What’s on Netflix?”

The Solution

If you are a retard, you will find the Solution to both be:

  1. A lot easier than you thought!
  2. Too hard to do.

And you know you’re a retard right? Remember how we figured it all out, we’re retards? Don’t go forgetting now, while I recount to you what the solution is.

All you need to do is:

  • Ignore the mass media and entertainment world as much as possible. they are not reality. They are lies told you to control your thoughts. And in almost every single case have zero informative or useful content for your actual day-to-day existence.
  • Take control of your own emotions and brute force make yourself think differently. Make the thoughts generate feelings and emotions. Actually make yourself feel happy. Make yourself feel calm (harder to do than happy!). It really does not take a lot of practice to realise you can actually make yourself feel however you wish. And while yes, there may be some things that invade your mind with worry, and it may be extremely difficult to make yourself feel a positive emotion when such things are before you, you may still ne able to do so while at least “partitioning” or temporarily “putting aside” those specific things.
  • Become conscious of the effects of your directed feelings that you make happen within yourself on your body.
  • Use your mind to consciously alter things in your body. I first learnt to do this through martial arts, but I can change my heartbeat, blood flow to a limb in my body, or production of adrenaline consciously. You can absolutely help unblock a stuck muscle, a point of tension and so on by simply imagining the area and willing it to relax. You should experiment with different approaches. Imagine more blood flowing there and carrying away lactic acid and other toxins. Imagine a flow of energy opening and relaxing the muscle there. Imagine your breath filling and cleansing that area and your exhalations removing tension by expelling out of the body. There are many ways you can explore this and my book on Systema covers principles of relaxation and mental attitude in general in a lot more detail in case you want to go deeper than can be expressed in a simple blog post (despite it’s length).
  • Begin to grasp the concept of how prayer works. I described this somewhat in the very short book BELIEVE! And in this video I did a few years ago, here. And then test it out in your own life.
  • With regard to whatever evil shit is going on in your life, practice the concept of rejecting it positively in your mind. This is NOT the ignoring of an issue, or the doing nothing about it. But rather the conscious, positive, thought, which you must translate to a feeling internally, that this thing, whatever it is, will not beat you, and even as you take actions to better the situation, you keep this feeling internally alive. You don’t need to worry about your positive thought being “realistic” either. I’ll give you a silly but relevant example. I got bitten by some flying little bugs we have here that unlike mosquitos and other things are almost invisible and have me reacting to it worse than a mosquito bite. one such bite was between the knuckles of my left hand and itchy as all hell. Well, I just focused for a moment on it and “imagined” all the “poison” or irritant, or whatever, being ejected from the little hole I had scratched over the bite and after about a minute of this it stopped itching. I was surprised but not convinced so I practiced doing this with other bites and not doing it with some. Unless I do the conscious exercise the bite continues to itch even a day or so later. When I do the exercise a little scab of yellowish fluid forms and the bite stops itching within a minute or so. I didn’t think such a thing could work, but I also learnt to not let my expectations limit my attempts at doing odd things. I do try not to “fly” off tall building and such, but when tested at this level, what’s the worst that can happen? I stay itchy. And at best, I figure out a way to apparently eject whatever the little bastards pollute me with.
  • Now… think of that applied to things like chemtrails, nanotech and EM waves. I am not saying you can become an immune superhuman to all that stuff… but… what does it cost you to try to imagine your body and natural systems rejecting and becoming impervious to those things? And even if it “only” activates the placebo effect, since the placebo effect has been proven to absolutely improve things… why wouldn’t you do it? Are you some kind of retard? Oh… yeah… wait…

So there you have it. I truly hope you can take the journey with me from the left side of the curve to the cowled mystic genius side of it on the right.

After all, if your mind is your ultimate weapon, how about you start using it? And while defence might be the first thing you begin to use it for, in time would it not make sense to use it in offence too? And wouldn’t the first way to do so be to teach others how to use this formidable, unstoppable, weapon we all are born with?

You’re welcome. And I plan to keep sharing what I learn more directly than I have until now. Feel free to share your stories here too.

To Young Women

This post goes out to them mostly, but really to everyone too. We have all been subjected to the absolutely toxic and dysgenic ideology of the narcissistic Boomers and their destruction of all that came before them that was good and healthy and worthwhile. They built nothing, climbing on the corpses of the things they destroyed only to aggrandise themselves while feverishly blocking their own offspring from either being born in the first place, or any effort to have them catch up to them.

And while there are exceptions here and there, the extremely absolute vast majority of boomers are an absolute toxic sludge of modernity, self-obsession and narcissistic demonry. And to one extent or other, we have all been polluted by its stench.

So… please read this post at Sigma Game, where a comment by a GenX lady was posted in full. Read the whole thing there, but here is the pivotal jist of it:

Most women are natural followers and need an in-group of other women to build and grow their identity. And the older Boomer women who should be our matriarchs are STD-ridden, Diamond Princess-cruising nightmares.

When I left my stunningly-successful-early-in-my career professional position to (a) stay home with babies and (b) turn my professional skills toward supporting my husband’s business endeavors, every single one of the Boomer women in both of our families let me know how shocked and disappointed they were in me. How I was setting myself up to be too dependent on my husband, and was throwing away all the opportunities they fought so hard for. This included both my mother who was living vicariously through me, my you-go-girl mother-in-law, all three of their sisters, and three boomer aged step-sisters.

Notably, all but one of them are divorced. The one who isn’t is miserable. So it didn’t take long to look at their lives and think, well, if they’re all disappointed in me it must be the right call for not ending up as a miserable old biddie like them.

And the comment on it by Vox is spot on:

This woman did exactly what I fault young women, particularly of the Millennial and Gen Z generations for not doing, which is paying attention to the outcomes of the older women who are attempting to advise you! Misery loves company, and failures love giving advice; in both cases, the wise young woman will reject both.

However, this will inevitably create a challenge for the woman who has neither mentors nor matriarchs from whom she can learn. I know one Gen X woman who rejected her Boomer mother’s insane ways, but it took her literal years to learn how to cook, clean, and make a home from scratch as a post-college adult, because she had no female role model younger than her grandmother upon whom she could rely.

Both the lady who wrote in and Vox absolutely right. And I can attest to it myself, since I certainly did not have a good role model for marriage, but I was lucky enough to spend a few formative years with my grandparents, which on both sides were an model of stability so solid that as a child you just took it for granted. And that is not because things were necessarily rosy between my paternal grandparents. But whatever things they may have gone through, it was kept intensely between them and never touched us as their grandchildren. The love they had for us was never conditional or faked. The primary concepts my brother and I picked up in growing up were probably limited to a limited warrior code of being honest, keeping your word, not taking any shit from anyone, but not be obsessive about it. Justice was the thing, not your ego. And self-reliance, mostly not because it was taught but because we were left to our own devices pretty much unless it was something extremely serious. And even then, sometimes it was down to us anyway. I suppose you could put it down to being raised by a Sigma boomer father in that respect. He wasn’t very present and when he was it was mostly corrective (even when he was wrong). But that all said, I have no animosity at all towards the man, and he certainly always came through when it counted, nor was his love ever in question. Even so, I can’t say the example we had was a good one, in terms of creating a stable family life.

My wife had even less of any kind of even distant view of a traditional marriage and family life, and it has indeed taken her a long time to find her way in even the basics, which given my own examples probably made everything harder on both of us. One thing that has however held everything together is that we both have either a learnt or natural element of deep loyalty. In general, to each other, and to our children. It is an odd kind of loyalty, because it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s shared in the same way at the same time, we are only getting to that point now, after 7 years of marriage, before that, I would say it was our own, individual sense of loyalty and justice that kept us on course even when things were not ideal.

And certainly, I think a lot of grace, or divine assistance too, came into it. By all metrics, our marriage should have been an absolute train derailment, caused by a car-crash pile up on the railway, due to an airplane smashing into a level crossing. At rush hour.

Instead, it’s starting to become what I might have imagined in. my most fevered and fantastic imagination, as an idealistic 16 year old wondering what the perfect life might look like.

And if I have to point to a single thing that made it most possible (you know, after miracles, divine intervention, possible cohorts of angels and so on) when it comes to our human attributes, I would say that it is without a doubt my wife’s ability to do something that very, very, very, very, few women are truly capable of to any decent degree, and it is this:

She has the capacity to pause, review, and recognise logical paths before her and her own errors regarding them.

It is really quite astonishing, because she is absolutely female. Her emotions are truly like a storm at sea, both in the good and the bad. I really believe no man has any real clue the levels of emotional tides that women experience, and I say that being a man that clearly has a wide range of them beyond most normal men. The astonishing thing, which I tried to transmit also in Caveman Theory, is that the more of a safe realm you give your woman’s emotions to run free, yet are able to keep them also “contained”, that is allow her to do her freak-outs but don’t get phased by them nor let them steer you onto the rocks of dissent, disrespect, or utter madness (and that last one can be hard to define!), the more, if she is at heart a healthy person (and not a raging narcissist, in which case, you may not survive) she may become able to reason herself back to sanity once the tsunami of whatever it was has passed.

Perhaps it’s because she’s English. Those people have the almost alien-like ability to simultaneously not know themselves very well or very deeply, and yet to try to do so by the use of cold and calm logic. Unfortunately the study, use and practice of logic in the last century or so has been vilified, negated and denied to most people. So, great damage to this ability has been done, and the Anglo-Saxon female realm has gone from trying to reason things out during the calm between emotions, to the simple rationalisation/justification of whatever emotion happens to be running them in any given moment.

Certainly she also has an IQ that is well above average, which also helps, firstly because there isn’t an actual 30 point IQ communication gap between us. Or at least, mostly there isn’t and those little gaps that can happen if not taking the time to examine them can be bridged by a calm conversation.

But whatever the reason, she has the ability to do logic if given time and space to do it. She still needs to sometimes be “corralled” to the “logic box” because there are things that otherwise will be ignored for years, and being that as well as extremely feminine, she also has the tendency towards wanting to be as free as the proverbial mustang running in the prairies, that corralling is really something only a vastly experienced cowboy with the talent to make it an art might be able to do. The fine line has to be taken that she has to see it for herself. The corral, needs to be seen from a distance, because if she suddenly finds herself in one, even one of her ow making, then it’s usually panic stations and red alarms going off. And she also has to see it is good, from a distance, because again, it might be perfect but if in her imagination it comes as a sudden imposition she will panic without even evaluating what it is. And then see has to see it is not a prison but a home, a place you return to, not one that prevents you being free, but in fact one that allows you even more, and real freedom, once you accept the responsibilities of it.

It is not always easy, and I have never been a patient man, which may be a curse for some, but perhaps, in her case, it is a good thing. Pretty women invariably get away with murder with men. Most are too timid to even point out certain things, never mind make it something they will insist is part of their life. In short, sometimes, it takes a bastard to point a spoilt pretty girl in the right direction. It is not a trope in all the girly romantic novels for no reason after all, cliched as it sounds.

But the point is that above all, as I have been saying for literally decades, women need to begin to learn how to do actual logic. Their wild emotions and crazy feelings need to be learnt to be put aside and things reasoned out. And not with a view to justifying their feelings, emotions or what they want to happen, but so that objective reality can be evaluated and where they have lacunae (gaps, holes of knowledge, behaviour, understanding, intimacy, or whatever) they, not their husbands, not their children, not society, not the universe, not God, but they, they themselves, need to change and take the appropriate action to rectify and improve the issue. Very few women do this process consciously.

Most women who have read this will at this point be screaming at the screen, saying that sentence is so much nonsense because they…(add endless list of self-recriminating statements here). So let me explain it another way, and if you are a woman, please, put your emotions aside and pay attention.

Being able to observe yourself critically but in an objective fashion is very difficult for all human beings, men as well as women, because we are mostly selfish, weak, petty, ego-driven, flawed, nasty, little creatures. Yes, all of us, in varying degrees, but all of us.

Women, being far more governed by their emotions than men, naturally find this exercise far more difficult than even most men. Compounded by the biological solipsism intrinsic to women, which they can no more help than other attributes of their biology, and it is really quite hard to do. This process, has nothing to do with, and is very different from, the constant self-recrimination that most women who are not actual full-blown narcissists do. Allow me to give an example that will be instantly familiar to any woman.

Every normal woman, no matter how physically attractive she is, will invariably find some flaw with herself if standing naked in front of a full-length mirror. I know because I have observed this myself with literally every woman I have been with. And trust me, at the risk of sounding arrogant, I have had some very pretty girlfriends. And yet, they will absolutely crap all over themselves about some non-issue, that can range from the shape of their fingers, to the way their hair falls on them, a slight defect like a birth-mark, a tooth that is not perfectly straight, you name it, they will see flaws that no man would care at all about when looking at the rest of them. Women do this not just about their bodies but any number of other utterly irrelevant things.

If I ask a friend over to my place, it hardly makes a difference to me if there are dead bodies stacked by the front door. He’s my buddy, he’s not coming over for the decor. My wife (and this is natural and a good thing, I am not saying it is not) will freak out and try and spic and span the whole house like a tornado if the postman is dropping a parcel off and I invite him for coffee. She is starting to learn (the hard way) that in rural setting with 5 children, she may as well ask for herds of unicorns to line up outside for filming. But regardless she still gets rather upset at life, the universe, and sadly, herself, for not having things as perfect as she would like.

But I am not talking about these sort of recriminations. they are mostly a slight disease of the mind, quirks, and the general approach a man should have is to try your best to put her mind at ease and let her see her efforts are appreciated and her “flaws” are meaningless or even endearing to you.

When I talk about correcting a behaviour or flaw, I mean important shit that can fuck up your life, like excessive solipsism, or disrespecting your husband for some idiotic feminist concept that has no place in a healthy society. If you are a stay at home housewife and your husband works all day, learn to cook. Learn to take care of the home. And if you think that is “below your standard as a woman” then explain to me why driving a truck for 15 hours a day and getting a back injury from it, or being a plumber and literally fixing people’s shitty pipes all day, or an. oil rig driller and being covered in slurry and toxic shit day and day out is not below a man’s standard. looking after your family as you are able to is your duty. And yes, we all have duties if we are human beings even worthy of the name. And yes, your duties are more important than some fake, magical, Disney/Hollywood fairy tale life. If I need to crawl through a pile of rotting dead bodies for my family to be safe and happy, I will not even hesitate. Hell, I wouldn’t hesitate if I have to MAKE the pile of dead bodies before I crawl through it. And I full expect my wife to be able to do the same if called upon it. Though I will volunteer first for the dead bodies stuff, so it’s only fair she is the primary cook at home. There is absolutely nothing intrinsically wrong in each one having different roles. Not respecting those roles or not performing our duty-bound actions in their regard is the problem. Not the thing or the doing of the thing.

The moment women learn to do a lot more logic than they have been taught in the last hundred years, the sooner they will get back to being the kind of heroines that their grandmothers and great-grand-mothers probably were; with the added bonus that the “feminizing” of the men that has taken place over the same period, has resulted in the minority of men that have remained men, instead of becoming metrosexual, androgynous, confused fools, better able to appreciate a woman who is properly a woman instead of a spoilt brat or a slovenly slattern.

In short, the attitude that having a big family with lots of children, that being as self-sufficient as possible, and that the traditional roles of a wife and husband in a traditional family are not just good things, but things to aspire to, today takes a conscious effort to understand and put into practice. Plus, as the doing so is not necessarily easy or the process entirely rosy, you need to work at it even as you gradually get an appreciation for it as you climb over the hurdles, especially at the starts, which without fail tend to be rooted in the following:

  • General laziness
  • General selfishness (greed for time to waste, consumer crap no one really needs, keeping up with the Joneses, lust for ever-changing sexual partners and gratification, gluttony to eat/travel/do as you please every minute of your day outside of work because your duty is ultimately and primarily focused on your having as easy a life as possible, gluttony for distraction TV/videogames/random hobbies with no real effect on your life)
  • General weakness. The usual “It’s too hard” without even trying. “I don’t know how” without ever trying to learn or find out. “I’m just not that kind of person” (too lazy). Which all falls under my label of, well, guess what, if you had a guy shoot you in the foot every time you whined about how you can’t, you’d learn to do it hopping on one leg after the first shot, and you would learn it right away. So it’s a matter of laziness and weakness of character ultimately.

Now, if you are wondering why anyone should put themselves through so much just to have a numerous and worthwhile and loyal family… well, I can’t help you. You’re probably the kind of person that will never do, achieve or teach anyone anything, other than possibly as an example of how not to be.

There is no substitute on Earth for a functional, loving, big family. I didn’t have one like that growing up. Neither did my wife. But we sure are going to keep working at making sure our children (and ourselves) do.

Isn’t it curious…

That in a supposedly secular world, I am free to hate nazis, people that make value judgements based on appearance, but not other people that make value judgments based on appearance. I am free to hate white racists but not black racists. I am free to say it’s ok to be black, but not free to say it’s ok to be white. I am somewhat free to hate almost anybody, for any reason, but never Jews for any reason at all. Or even for any facts, like the current genocide of Palestinians.

But you see, the truth is that you are free to dislike and even actively hate whoever you want. I’m not particularly fond even of Italians, myself. I don’t like humans in general very much at all. The crime is in expressing any opinion on anything. Which is why AI is being ferociously introduced everywhere. AI will make a grey goo of everything and everyone. You will not be allowed to call me a Dago or a Spaniard a Spic or a black guy a Nigger, or a Chinese guy a Chink. No, no, no, that’s terrible! You will be killed for your own good with fake vaccines by supposedly educated and well-meaning doctors, but God (who doesn’t exist according to these “people”) forbid you call Bruce Jenner, Bruce instead of Caytlin, his fake name chosen to pretend he’s a woman. In Germany they now will fine you for “deadnaming” a Tranny.

It’s enough to make you think that even if the Nazis were really as bad as they have been portrayed in every film and every official history book since the end of World War II, living under Nazism might be preferable to living under TransgendericTranshumanistHomoglobalism as eschewed by our Satanic Pedophile “betters”.

But the point of all this is that you have been brainwashed into believing far more dangerous nonsense. You have been taught to believe your vote makes a difference. that politicians make a difference. That the levers of power are somehow influenced by votes and popular wishes.

While early man and pretty much everyone until about 200 years ago, has always known that the levers of power only change hands by one method and one method only. The same one that has resolved all human conflict and problems for good or evil in all instances: Massive amounts of violence.

Yet you watch the goings on in Ukraine and still believe that the powers that be would not sent millions to their death simply for their own entertainment, never mind for a grasp at power and influence in the world.

No one is voting the Satanic pedophiles out of power. That will literally never happen, and has never happened throughout human history.

Digest this fact. Whatever pill you want to call this, it’s the one you really need to take above all.

Might does not make right in the eyes of God, but we live here under the dominion of Satan. Which for a believer leaves only two choices. Martyr of Warrior. Your soul knows which kind you are.

And for all you secularists…

Good luck trusting $cienc-eh and the Cohen-sensus of it.

Morlocks

Yes, it is basically confirmed that liberals are essentially soulless Morlocks.

Just as we already know that atheist are generally the result of mutagenic overload, meaning they are genetically defective, liberals are hateful ideologues that care more about inanimate objects than their own families.

And since they are the party of SCIENCE! they can hardly refute the evidence.

Godless, hateful, mentally ill freaks is how one might best define liberals.

On the most important aspect of life

Recently I have been too busy with life to cover some of the things that really matter. And mixed in between my busy life I had several different examples of young(er) men either believing in the despair of modern times, or having bought the black pill on women, or relationships, or life in general, that I tried to answer to them briefly individually, but it brought home once more, why I write.

And in this regard, although most people would never pair these two very different books this way, I think both Caveman Theory and BELIEVE! are possibly the most important I have put together. Caveman Theory is only available as a digital E-book because there is no way Amazon or the other big stores would carry it, as it exposes a bit too much truth for the various peddlers of lies, while BELIEVE! You can find as a paper book there too.

In a way they are the opposite ends of the spectrum. BELIEVE! Was written from the perspective I wish I had encountered when the very concept of Christianity in general, never mind Catholicism in particular, seemed not just absurd and stupid, but even actively evil. There is no denying the Pedophiles and Satanic nonsense and protection of the Pedos that goes on in Bergoglio’s false Church, and Ratzinger’s before him, all the way back to 1958. They ARE evil. Not just as individual fake Popes and priests and Bishops, which the Church has always had, but in their entirety, as an organisation, the entirety of the Novus Ordo fake Catholic Church IS materially and demonstrably evil. And while a LOT of good people remain in it, through ignorance mostly, the same excuse cannot be held for their fake clerics. So of course one would think Catholicism is evil. And I did too. Because they fooled the whole world and what they practice now is the destruction of Catholicism. No one who does not remember Pious XII, who died on the 9th October 1958, has even ever seen or heard a Valid Pope. You’d have to be at least 80 today to have been ten when he died. Every “Pope” after him, every one of them since that day, has been an impostor. But that is a topic I cover in far more detail in Reclaiming The Catholic Church. In BELIEVE! I just cover the very basics in a way I never encountered when I was not Christian.

When I was a man that believed primarily in the concept of having a word, that is a man who kept his word, and had the concepts of honour, truth and justice, but no sense of any god whatsoever, and trusted only in reality as I saw it, and my wit and reflexes to navigate life. I had therefore spent my life in martial arts and doing whatever interested me most. I had spent time with many different women and even got married and divorced twice and all the pain and trouble that goes with that, and I’d hand plenty of extreme experiences in every respect, including supernatural ones that would have made any normal person believe at least something rather deeply. But nothing had moved me from my engineer’s and real scientist’s perspective of requiring empirical and objective, factual proof. I had theories. I could explain any of the supernatural events with multiple possibilities and ignore any subjective internal preference or feeling.

Being a little on the spectrum but high IQ does allow you to do that, objectively and fairly, which is why to the outside world they can sometimes assume I am some kind of sociopath, which is absolutely not the case, since it is not that I do not empathise or do not have feelings. I do, and they are usually stronger than most people’s because with a greater imagination also comes a greater ability to imagine the pain of others, but the advantage I have is a wiring of brain that means I cannot help but see the logic. The numbers. The cold reality behind it all. A little bit like Neo in the Matrix I suppose, while others get stuck in the emotions of the apparent situation, I have always been able to see the code flowing behind it. And then I can use that to get back into the apparent reality better armed and ready to take it on, which can make those more embedded in it assume I am some unfeeling alien. Capable and efficient beyond the norm, but unpredictable and at times apparently unfeeling to a degree that gives normal people a level of fear and discomfort they would rather avoid. And I, for my part, would rather avoid their frightened eyes and small minds too. I know they can’t help it and that it is me that is the “freak” from a statistical perspective, so their reaction is predictable and to be expected. But it is no less tiring for me.

Had I come across someone that had written BELIEVE! As I have —that dealt face on with the reality I saw every day and didn’t dodge the questions I had— in short, that would have presented the arguments as I have, and as I saw them, from someone that had done and been in and had done to them, everything from violence to fear, to love, and lust, and betrayal, to both pain and pleasure unexpected and surprising, perhaps I would have gone on to study the truth about Christianity sooner, and maybe I would have saved myself decades of unknowing search.

Well, in that respect, I think that little book BELIEVE! has succeeded. Many men and several women have now converted to Catholicism (the real one, Sedevacantist as we now need to specify in these times) in part at least because of that little book. And then have gone on to find their wife and marry her and now are awaiting the birth of their first child. These are all couples under thirty where the men range from being far from innocent, to generally originally fairly honest men if not necessarily pious.

In that respect then, BELIEVE! is more a text written for those men who wild and unafraid though they are, still have that sense of truth inside them, that will keep them seeking. Like me I guess, if you never stop, eventually it is true that you will find it. But it may take you twenty years or more than it should.

I wanted to help shorten that time. As far as I can tell —and honestly, to my great surprise— BELIEVE! Succeeded in that beyond my wildest dreams.

But some men (including me as I used to be) are really not interested in reading how some fool found God, and a Catholic God at that?! What nonsense. What a scam. Why would I pay some tenner or more for it, never mind read the stupid thing? No. I knew better! And besides, there is pussy to chase and women to fuck! Training and fighting to be had, and missions to accomplish! Fuck that kneeling fag and his cross.

Yeah. I been there too buddy-boy. So pick up your shield and run and charge. Go crashing into all the dragons and enemies, made of the illusion before us all. Fight hard now, mind. Don’t you slack off and be a weak-kneed bleeding faggot yourself now, you hear? No whining and self-pity when you get hurt and bleed like a bitch and are hurt and alone. No god before you, no god behind you, right? So get up. Stand. Fight hard you little bitch. Stop whining. So you go ahead and you do that. I guarantee, hard as you are, if you really do that without ever relenting, you will, in time, find the truth. And I can tell you three things about it now you might remember when you do:

First, it will take you a long time and it will hurt. You will learn and see and live through many things most men never do. But it will hurt and hurt bad. And when it does, if you quit, if you finally lie down and just die, you lose. You don’t get to find out the truth. This is the reality for most such men. The vast majority. But if you do make it, you will look back and see how long and how much error and pain you suffered that was unnecessary, and much worse, how much of it you caused in your zeal. In your honest search. In your best way… how so very wrong you were.

Second, you will know, even against your wish, against all your long-held beliefs, even if it were against the deep story of your ancestors you learned to love, against your best arguments and feelings, these two things: Jesus Christ is the King of Kings, the only King, and you owe him your eternal allegiance, and secondly, the Catholic Church is the only one that has always stated very clearly all of what that entails, and even the rules you don’t like have a logic and a reason and a divine sense to them, and following them can only result in good. There is a third little corollary to this, and it is that the Catholic Church is much reduced and only a few priests and bishops remain, they are called sedevacantists and hold to the eternal truth of their predecessors faithfully. The actual Vatican does not contain a single Catholic in it and is infested with Satanists and probably vast arrays of demons.

Third: you’ll think me a bastard for not having been more insistent that you read BELIEVE! Or at least G.K. Chesterton. But like you, I only found Chesterton after I already had my road to Damascus event.

Anyway, the fact remains many would not even look at BELIEVE! Almost on “principle” thinking I’m just another idiot/grifter/liar spouting Jesus nonsense.

But some of those guys might be interested in what I certainly was all my life: women.

Pretty, sexy women. Especially the ones willing and able to get naked with you and do all sorts of sexual stuff with you. And how to convince the ones not willing, to become more willing. Not in a bad way, not to just use them and get rid of them to hit some magic number of conquests. At least for me that was never a thing. I enjoyed women and I wanted our time together, brief or long, to be good and happy and fun for us both. Most women couldn’t keep up with me intellectually and very often physically too, so the long term stuff tended to become a kind of myth. A Shangri-La of legend, but I never became bitter or angry at women. I just treated them at the level they treated me, and moved on when they irritated me beyond a certain point, which in my case has always been a fairly low threshold, so… there was a lot of moving on. Originally, as a young man my intent was not to bang around as many women as possible. I just wanted one good one. Life just seemed to make that impossible for me. Or maybe me for them. So I just carried on. I wasn’t finding The One but hey, whatever, I was finding numbers two through to whatever, and enjoying the journey. But ideally, sure, I would have liked to find The One. And when I thought I had maybe found her a few times, it turned out to be a mirage. An illusion of my own mind, really. It was only AFTER, the road to Damascus event, only after that, that I realised how badly my own perspective in all this, women, sex, relationships, was lacking truth.

Not because I was such a liar or deceiver to women in general or any of them in particular. In fact, as a general rule I was brutally honest with them, which meant I was called a bastard more than a few times. The lack of truth was in my not having understood, or perhaps it is better to say in having forgotten, what the truth of love is.

We are all born with it originally (excepting maybe a few serious neurological malformations in the brain or soul).

I remember as a two or three year old playing in the dirt with this little girl my age, I still remember her name, Susanna. And I have since forgotten many of the names and even faces, of the women I have been inside of. So much so that I took to writing their names down at one point, because I knew otherwise I would never recall anything about them. Maybe not even any of the intimate moments. But I still remember little Susanna. Playing with her and feeling so content for that brief moment in my grandmother’s garden. Expecting nothing of her or her of me, and just being at peace and serene with her presence there to keep me company as we played. Even as a child my life was far from settled, so maybe it’s that, though I doubt it as I never saw the moving and travelling and changing country and all the rest of it as bad. It was all just a giant adventure, and I liked exploring, always have. So I really believe, as I look back now, to one of the very few clear memories I have from that age, now more than half a century behind me, that the sensation stayed with me so clear and so long because it was maybe the first time I truly experienced the real sensation of peace, and calm and calm joy that comes from love, unimpeded by anything else. Innocent, as two or three year olds are.

And that aspect, is not there anymore when you have fucked and fucked and fucked yourself into dozens of women and them into you, your heart and theirs battered and scarred by all the violent emotions of a life lived in the world and of the world, where the subtle truths of real meaning float alone only inside yourself, unable to connect with those of others except very briefly into a moment of brutal force you exert on each other to feel something. Where even the tender caresses are brutal and painful because ephemeral and not joined to each other’s hearts even when we might see them. You are there and I am here, there is no One.

So now I saw that. And I saw how I had lived and believed, and not for being a bad guy or having any bad intent, but how even so, my vision was so wrong. So mistaken. Honest. Brave even; persevering for certain at least, but alone almost always, even if not lonely. And just… mistaken. And then I took up to trying to read the Bible. And I read Ephasians. And Corinthians. And then I saw.

Then I remembered Susanna. And I knew.

I was always fascinated by astronomy. I have always understood from a very young age the distance between the stars. I was about four and certainly no older than six when I first understood what a light year was. And how far galaxies are from one another. Well, in that moment, in my bedroom at night, alone, in London, in that apartment on the Thames, the second one, not the nicer first one, after reading Ephasians, I sat there and realised how far I was from the truth of love.

That one person I had sought since I was sixteen, consciously, and then just as she became a blur of faces and bodies and orgasms.

My way of being, who I was, was so far from a man that could experience that kind of love, the real one, the one we all want and seek deep down, that I felt the distance between galaxies was short and nearby. I felt as if I was at the outer reaches of the know Universe and moving in the wrong direction anyway, the inertia and momentum of the Big Bang, making it so, regardless of my desire or even intent.

I knew then that at 43 or 44 years of age, either 10 or 11 years ago now, I forget the year but I suspect it was 2013, that I would never know that love I had unknowingly been looking for all my adult life. It simply was not possible for me. I was too far. Too far gone, too much seen and felt and experienced. There weren’t even any other humans out there, much less a woman that could or would love me that way or that I could love her that way, and she be able to experience it. It just was not a thing that could exist. I wasn’t bitter or angry or even very sad about it. A little lonely maybe, but not desperate or torn. Like an animal in a field. A dog alone somewhere with no owner and no pack. Like any animal alone. They feel a kind of something akin to mild sadness, the knowledge they are alone, but there is no sense of self-pity or tragedy. Just like getting wet in the rain. It just is.

And so I knew.

And I had seen and felt God by then, as much as any human being can without bursting into flames anyway, I guess. So I knew it was real and just how it was. And I carried on. I still had to work, and eat, and live, and yes, to fuck too. I carried on seeing women, but far less frequently and there were almost no one night stands any more. Not intentionally anyway. And I tried to put up with their nonsense calmly, because I could see now, who was I to judge them and their ways, after all? Me the voyager at the edge of the Universe. How much closer in their idiotic and irritating ways were they anyway compared to me, to a semblance of truth?

And I could not feel too much, anyway. Which paradoxically meant I spent more time with those women who are most damaged and irreparable. Their own errors of perception and life making them also… voyagers. Not as far lost as me, for they at least were ignorant of their condition. They may have not been all that far from the truth of love as I was, but their blindness meant they could not see the distance anyway. Nor could I explain it to them or even open their eyes. I could, at most, stay near them as best I could, if I could. It was another kind of loneliness. One I felt more than being simply alone by myself. The one woman I ended up spending the most time with in that twilight zone of the senses I was in for some years, was so damaged and hurt and broken, that I think there is a genuine possibility that she was at least partially possessed. She certainly exhibited aspects of it anyway. And whatever it was, emotional instability, or partial demonic influence, despite it, on some level, I did connect with her. It was fractured and partial and unhealthy probably, but on some level I did care for her, or I tried to anyway. Then I had a year in Venice. She came to visit a couple of times, but mostly I was alone and working, and I knew Venice would heal me in the most painful way possible, because that city is so beautiful it hurts. And to be there alone, walk its calles late at night, be alone in that splendour in spring and summer, and the mystic fog of autumn and winter, Christmas and New year alone, and my birthday and the ones of friends and family all far from me… it purifies your heart with beauty and calm.

And I started talking, messaging really, with a girl I had met almost a decade earlier. And just writing to each other on telegram. Sharing our lives and some things that happened in them. And so on.

The story with that possibly possessed woman ended badly. As I knew it probably would. And my work with the people that had me transfer to Venice ended in a similar fashion when I exposed to the owner that his managers were taking kickbacks.

In the films the guy who does that is the hero and wins, right? Well. I knew better, because I’d been in that position before, just not at the money I was getting paid this time. But money is just money. I like to have a clean shaven face mostly, and that requires looking in a mirror in the morning. I could have kept quiet and file false reports and would have had at least 100k stashed away which sure would be helpful now, and I don’t and I didn’t. So I kept my personal sense of honour (which I stress is only mine and may not even look remotely good to anyone else, but it is mine, and it works for me) and lost the money and the job. I moved back to London and then, that girl I had been talking to… well… we talked some more. In person. We went for dinner. We kissed. And then, one day, she just moved in. And yes, now we have 5 children between us, and yes I am no longer alone on the outer reaches of the Universe, but the whole impossible journey does not make any sense if you try to look at it with normal, human eyes. But that is where we all start from.

So I wrote Caveman Theory, to take the journey in the other way. Not after a fall, that like with Saul, blinded him for four days and then showed him God and made him a zealot that wrote half the New Testament as Paul.

That book I already wrote, and that’s BELIEVE!, and then I followed it with my attempt at doing a Thomas Aquinas, and laying out the case for the Catholic Church, and how to reclaim it in detail. And it is no wonder that both my books are both much smaller than the works produced by people they aspired to emulate (unconsciously until this very moment, and only in the dimmest sense, to form an analogy). I am no Paul, nor a Thomas Aquinas, but nevertheless those are the equivalent products insofar as my mind is able to emulate them.

Caveman Theory is the journey of the man who lives in the world and is of it and cares not for religion or God. All he knows are his senses and his untamed heart. And women (or men, if you are a woman). And if you are still a little bit human inside, however deeply buried, then, the thing you want, on some level, is to find that One.

And you may be blind. You may remain blind. But even so, in some way, even the wrong paths can lead to Rome. Honesty at least with yourself is a must, but perhaps, through your pursuit of love, in all the wrong places, through, lust, and emotion, and pain, heartache and sex, if you at least stay honest with yourself, and read the concepts in Caveman Theory, you will gently begin to see more and maybe your eyes will open when you see that ultimately, even with no God at all, with zero preaching on my side, just with the practical and the factual human truth before you, when it is stripped of all the lies, you will see a Truth that is larger than the mere whole. At least, that is my hope. And if not, well, then at least you’re still more likely to find a lasting relationship with the concepts in it than not.

Good luck soldier, or madam, as the case may be.

I hope my efforts are a help to you, it is, truly, the only reason I write anything, other than a small amount also for personal amusement (my last book In the Shadow of Monte Castello was mostly all just fun for me, but even then, a little of it was done for others too, even if less so than in any other book I have yet written so far).

But regardless of whether you ever buy a single one of my books or not, I sincerely hope you find your true Way. Your path. And that means the right people to share it with. And as far as I can tell, God intended for us to not be alone, so that means also that you find the right wife or husband for you, and are able to recognise her or him when you meet them, and not waste time in between.

God be with you in your search.

The Male Quest for Woman

And the Incidendal Drawing and Quartering of Rollo Tommasi.

Adam has recently posted a couple of somewhat interesting articles that consider the prospect of sex before marriage, fornication, and the PUA mindset in general.

The key message I personally see as most relevant in the first one is the partial quote that derives from the reading of Goldwin Smith (a 19th Century historian) by the author of the piece Adam links to, JM Smith, which he however presents only in part, and I think deserves a fuller version of it:

He [Goldwin Smith] was appalled by the prospect of women’s suffrage, correctly foreseeing that it would make democratic politics even more emotional, and that Anglo Saxon men would be to soft, silly and spineless to stop it.  He explained this as the dolorous result of gynæmania, a “disease” of the Anglo Saxon male that was characterized by a morbidly excessive craving for the good opinion of women.   The word gynæmania was first coined as a scientific name for satyriasis, or a morbidly excessive craving for carnal knowledge of women, but Smith saw that slavery to sex was becoming slavery to the female sex.

The emphasis on Anglo-Saxon is mine, and I maintain it remains the key point of the article, as it was indeed in the post by JM Smith, and indeed Golden Smith’s original work, even if Adam did not seem to focus on it particularly. So keep this point about the Anglos in mind for later, we shall return to it.

The second article can be summed up as a strong and unequivocal advice —almost an order, really— to men, to not indulge in sex before marriage; and he takes a post by Rollo Tommasi as his jumping off point. Tommasi is somewhat “revered” in PUA circles as being one of the grandfathers of the PUA movement. Personally, though I have weird hobbies, and looking at PUAs and their thirst for raping incels’ wallets was one of many such entertainments, I have never found Tommasi to be especially insightful of much of anything. And the article Adam links to is definitely of the stupidly degenerate category, although my take on things is considerably different from Adam’s in many respects.

Rollo’s post is a car-crash of bullshit and lies and simply illogical nonsense and deserves a point by point take-down even just on its own (non-existent) supposed merits. And… because… you know how I said I have weird hobbies? And typing doesn’t hurt me, I’m going to do just that right here below, between the fancy page breaks. If you don’t care (which is absolutely fine), or if you can’t hold a key point in your mind for more than 3 minutes, or are particularly pious and find vulgarity distatesful, then avert your eyes and skip the Rollo Tommasi take-down below, and scroll to the second fancy page break.

The key points by the way, so far are:

  • Anglos are weird about caring about what women think of them, and,
  • Rollo is full of shit. The detailed takedown below is for those not experienced/logical/clear-headed enough to see why Rollo is full of shit, and I am here to help! [insert sociopath smile here].

Rollo in fog-fart grey background your friendly host in standard text.

Rollo, do you think “Body Count” matters?

Absolutely. And the higher, the better. I need a girl who’s DTF (down to fuck) from the jump. For guys after 50, all that pretentious bullshit about long-term commitment should melt away to sexual expediency. It’s not about experience or some contrived want for a virgin bride. It all comes down to guys who fuck and guys who don’t. If we’re talking from the perspective of evolutionary effectiveness, women (and men) with higher body counts are effectively proven commodities in a sexual economy.

The sexually unfulfilled and deprived Rollo tells us several things right in the first paragraph:

  • He is over 50 and not married or settled down, still chasing the ever elusive “high” of some sex with a random “hottie” (but at over 50 I am fairly sure he’ll take whatever bone is thrown at him).
  • He in fact has given up on being “pair-bonded” as the PUAs call it, to one woman. He tries to cover it up with absolutely false bravado and machismo, but it is painfully obvious he is in pain from this. Whether his pain is always conscious or not is not clear yet, self-deception in people like Rollo is over 9,000 and also eleventy.

  • UPDATE: I stand corrected! He’s been married since he was 28, which means I was completely correct about his being a fraud with regard to his “experience” with bedding women, it’s literally all made up theory. And since I did not “correct” any of the subsequent points after this point, you can verify immediately that I really did not know anything about this guy besides read maybe 10 lines of his stuff over the last decade and concluding he was irrelevant, and secondly, that my dissection of his nonsense post is spot on, despite this.

  • He talks absolute nonsense with regard to “evolutionary effectiveness” because banging as many random women as possible, or, for a woman, even worse, as many guys as possible, throughout human history was only a recipe for absolute disaster and death, and the end of your genetic line. Staying together, regardless of the difficulties, and ensuring the survival of your plentiful children was the only successful strategy, and it still is. The obvious idiocy of his thinly veiled self-justification/rationalisation is clear to anyone with a functioning neurone or two.

“Oh, oh! but you say he is sexually unfulfilled and deprived, when he clearly has (or had) sex with a lot of women, you’re just bitter!”

No, young Padawan, pay attention now:

Firstly: PUAs LIE. And Lie spectacularly about their “body count” trust me on this, I looked into the subspecies of “male” that labels themselves as PUAs in some depth. Feel free to use the Search Me button on the right there. (heh… in light of my not bothering to research Rollo at all and then it turns out he was married the whole time he pretended to be a “player” this is kind of hilarious.)

Secondly: Let’s in any case ass-u-me Rollo does indeed still have regular sex with random hotties every week. Even if that were the case, considering by his own supposed “reality” he has been doing that for 30 years or so, you have to wonder… what can he possibly still be chasing? As regular readers of this blog will know, I am no stranger to the female form myself, and went through a lot of women in a short period of time after I gave up essentially on long-term relationships. And after a few years of it, I tell you, I was essentially bored of it. And no, I am not a guy with low T or lack of energy or any difficulty in securing a regular flow of pretty, usually above average intelligence, women to my bed. I assure you, my pointing this out comes from having lived that way and not any kind of misplaced envy, lack of understanding, or inexperience at the “thrill” of a new woman under me. The fact is that only a man that has yet to fill the hole in his soul can continue to behave this way, in the erroneous belief that if he just beds enough women, somehow, at some point, he will feel fulfilled. Don’t get me wrong, there is some truth to the fact that if you become able to essentially pick up women for sex almost at will, it does give you a certain… I am not even sure what to call it, but I guess… level of general life confidence would be it. But in reality it has little to do with how many women you take to bed and more with your attitude when with a woman. There are men that have this sense of confidence innate to them and only marry and stay with one woman for their entire lives, and there are men that may go through some women to realise they have it already. It’s a little like martial arts. There are guys who never take a class but in a certain circumstance will not hesitate to fight back, and there are guys who need to go training for a while to feel strong in their sense of justice, or whatever. The reality is that a man who forever chases sex with an ever growing number of women, is simply a malformed man. He is not, I assure you a self-actualised man, to borrow a Maslowian term. He is like the perennial teenager, still trying to be “cool” at 70. Or if you prefer, he’s like the Boomers, who keep insisting 80 is the new 40, or whatever. And that is no way for a grown man to be.

Third: Remember that point about the Anglos being far more desperate in general for female approval than say, well, your average dago, spic, South American, Greek… oh look… it’s a divide between Protestant and Catholic or Orthodox religions… again. Things that make you go hmmmm, eh?

Are you starting to understand what I mean by deprived and unfulfilled yet? (It seems clear he wishes he was a “player” which he clearly is not, and never was so…)

Guys who don’t fuck spend lifetimes consoling themselves with moral high-ground narratives to explain why they don’t fuck. At least 80% of guys don’t fuck, so there’s a lot of narrative inbreeding and self-congratulatory bullshit passed around among them. This bullshit has been de rigueur for millennia, but in the social media age, it’s an obvious cope. We’re just more aware of it now.

Of course, the best narratives are the ones that make guys who don’t fuck feel good about not fucking while simultaneously making guys who do fuck feel bad about fucking. This disqualification tactic is one of the many forms of bloodless intrasexual competition tactics that 80%er men have consoled themselves with since the Middle Ages. If you can make your intrasexual rival feel guilty about fucking – because God hates fucking for any reason besides making babies – then you have a tactical advantage in the sexual economy. It works even better if you can gaslight a superior sexual rival to believe he (or she) is going to Hell if he pursues his biological imperative to his fullest potential.

Good God. Talk about gaslighting. If you take him at his word, Rollo is saying that fucking, just that, fucking, not procreating, not making children, just fucking, as many women as possible, is what makes life worthwhile. I have met men like this. Several PUAs are like this, and let me tell you, they are absolutely pathetic. They are a kind of Gollum about pussy in general. My Preciousssss they say, obsessed, salivating, masturbating furiously, whether alone or inside someone else, and that is all that their lives revolve around.

He also further blurts out obvious absolute lies, imputing 80% of men in the Middle Ages did this thing: which was about telling you that way to live (that he thinks is the epitome of existence) is a shallow, discivilisational, unfulfilling, unhealthy way to exist, and not live at all, and they did it to prevent other men from having sex with lots of women. This is complete nonsense, since most men in the middle ages got married, did not have lots of partners, and raised children with their wives, and in the Catholic world at least (which was the ONLY Christianity), most marriages lasted literally until death parted them.

According to him, the entire structure of the Catholic Church was set up so the celibate priests could get all the poonani. It’s ridiculous on its face, ahistorical, and frankly smacks of Gollum-like backward rationalisation that would make a crack whore trying to justify her habit blush with shame.

Generally, lesser men cannot openly challenge greater men (men who fuck) in physical prowess. So, more intelligent men who don’t fuck contrived forms of social gaslighting to improve their chances of reproducing. Smarter lesser men have always devised workarounds to solve their reproductive problems. It’s actually one of the strengths of our species. Nothing sparks innovation quite like a man solving his proximate need for sex and his ultimate need to reproduce. And nothing has been more expedient a tactic than convincing a greater man that he ought to disqualify himself from the sexual economy.

According to Rollo, the Gammas have been “successful” throughout the ages at getting Alpha men to not reproduce. Oh, no, sorry, to fuck, for the sake of fucking alone; reproduction be damned. Once again, anyone who has actually been successful with women over a period of some years, can tell you this is absolute bullshit, and it makes me suspect Rollo, like so many PUAs after him, is likely also full of shit about his supposed sexual prowess with women. It doesn’t matter what the Gammas do. Alphas and Sigmas (that are that way inclined, some Sigmas are not) will be with women sexually even if you imposed the death penalty for doing so. And they would still find ways to get away with it. Gammas have never been very successful at anything really, except being annoying, redundant, and getting women to avoid them like radioactive plague. And notice also that for Rollo the sole qualifier of what makes a man “great” is how high his body count is. Truly it is so pathetically ridiculous that it makes me laugh at both the stupidity of it, and Rollo’s own intrinsic amoeba-like existence. And while he wants very much to paint my view of this as some sort of “envy”, there really is absolutely zero of any such intent or reality in my perspective. It is genuinely the somewhat ironic mild amusement one gets from watching a complete fuckwit trying to be clever and spectacularly showing his ass to the world for the fuckwit he really is.

The problem is, guys who fuck are usually too preoccupied with the logistics of fucking to be bothered by the self-loathing moralism of guys who don’t fuck. At least, that’s how it’s been in a post-Sexual Revolution sexual economy. If it ain’t broke, fixing it isn’t even an afterthought. When you watched the now infamous AMOGing scene in The Wolf Of Wall Street where Leonardo Di Caprio swoops Margot Robbie from a trust fund yuppie, you’re really watching the intrasexual combat between a guy who fucks and a guy who doesn’t. It’s how human males lock horns over sexual access in rutting season. The only thing a guy who doesn’t fuck has in his arsenal is his cunning and nerve.

The emphasis is added by me to point out yet again another logical fallacy. The men who are successful with women do not preoccupy themselves with the logistics of fucking at all, beyond possibly getting their maid, sister, or slutty FWB, to change their semen-stained bedsheets from the night before, because they have a new girl coming over. Literally every man I have known that was… well… a “guy who fucks” like Rollo wants to put it, gave his interactions with women less consideration than he did his enjoyment of a film with a good friend, or his sport of choice, or reading a book he was into. The fact Rollo does not know this, again, makes me suspect he is not quite the lady-killer he presents himself as.

This is why body count only matters to guys who don’t fuck. Their moral crisis isn’t about their inability to find a virgin bride. Guys who don’t fuck couldn’t give two shits about whether a woman’s ability to pair bond with him is impaired by her body count. All they really want is the kind of sex women give to guys who do fuck but never need the ‘value added’ benefits he had to qualify for to get her to fuck him. You see, the gaslighting goes both ways – outwardly towards a sexual rival and inwardly to convince himself that his purpose is righteous. Moralizing over body count is as much about the guy wagging his finger at women as it is about their indiscriminate fucking. There’s actually nothing indiscriminate about it, but sour grapes and making your necessity a virtue are necessary to make Strategic Pluralism an unfalsifiable sexual strategy.

There is a hint of truth to this paragraph, but it is presented as the only absolute, which, as usual, is nonsense. Most men in general actually do care about body-count for any woman they would consider as a long term partner, and at times even for ones they would consider only for a temporary fling. The fact Rollo does not know this, is a clear indication that he is still at the teenager level of sexual immaturity.

Strategic Pluralism Theory

According to strategic pluralism theory (Gangestad & Simpson, 2000), men have evolved to pursue reproductive strategies that are contingent on their value in the mating market. More attractive men accrue reproductive benefits from spending more time seeking multiple mating partners and relatively less time investing in offspring (guys who fuck).

In contrast, the reproductive effort of less attractive men, who do not have the same mating opportunities (guys who don’t fuck), is better allocated to investing heavily in their mates and offspring and spending relatively less time seeking additional mates.

From a woman’s perspective, the ideal is to attract a partner who confers both long-term investment benefits and genetic benefits (true hypergamy). Not all women, however, will be able to attract long-term investing mates who also display heritable fitness cues (guys who fuck). Consequently, women face trade-offs in choosing mates because they may be forced to choose between males displaying fitness indicators or those who will assist in offspring care and be good long-term mates (Gangestad & Simpson, 2000). 

The most straightforward prediction that follows is that women seeking short-term mates when the man’s only contribution to offspring is genetic should prefer muscularity more than women seeking long-term mates.

from Why Is Muscularity Sexy? Tests of the Fitness Indicator Hypothesis

Guys who fuck are usually typified by physique. Usually. 

All that theory says is what has been known since the dawn of time. Women want the fittest and most successful male to breed with, and those types of men have unlimited options so tend to make use of them. Also, water is wet.

Much as I despise Destiny, the guy DOES fuck. Maybe not like Justin WallerJason Momoa, or Mike Sartain, but he certainly ruts like a feral animal compared to Ben Shapiro. Guys who fuck don’t sit around comparing dick sizes or bask in the glow of the imaginings of the third-party validation they get from filling a void in their souls/egos by fucking. These are tropes that guys who don’t fuck tell themselves to explain why guys who do fuck are fucking the women they’ll eventually fuck because those women ran out of options. The concept of fucking for some ephemeral form of validation is part of that gaslighting I mentioned above. 

Here we see a rather convoluted bit of chaff-firing, self-delusion and gaslighting in order to justify and rationalise both to himself and the world, his ultimately meaningless way of existing.

He says guys who have his (supposed) lifestyle do not worry about their image which can be “true” to the extent that some men do not care how their womanising makes them look to other men (or in some cases to women too) or society in general, but they tend to be the exceptions, most Alpha types do care about the way they are perceived, and in any case, they all care at least about what women, or at least any given woman in particular, at a point in time, thinks of them, if only to get them in bed. It is also generally true that men who are successful with women do not tend to over-analyse themselves (unless they are PUAs) but the fact remains there is a deeply unfulfilled part of them, whether they realise it or not consciously, that has quite a lot to do with needing to feel loved, and paradoxically, their womanising tends to almost ensure they are ostracised from that very sensation they crave (consciously or not).

But ultimately he ends with yet another nihilist absolute. According to him, such men (as he presents himself to supposedly be) fuck for… just the orgasm I guess. They don’t do it for any self-validation, they don’t do it for love, they don’t do it for procreation, they don’t do it for long term companionship… right Rollo, nice of you to finally admit (if passively aggressively like a whiny bitch) that all people like you do, is really masturbate themselves to death, and it really makes little difference if you do it alone or with a human you empathise with about the same as you do with your no-doubt well-used fleshlight.

It’s intended to get your genetic superior to disqualify himself by contemplating his filling the void of existence with meaningless sex. Meaning plays another big role in the game of guys who don’t fuck. “Meaning” is a container word. It’s a term you can subjectively fill with anything you like. Even fucking if you’re clever about it. Meaning is intentionally ambiguous, and that’s what makes it so effective in being unfalsifiable. As a rule, gaslighting depends on unfalsifiable concepts, but meaning is one of the capstones. Any time you listen to some child on the Fresh & Fit podcast prattle on about how she’s living her truth, you’re listening to a variation of the meaningfulness horseshit.

And here Rollo doubles down on the idea that his life has no meaning. None whatsoever. All there is, is the fuck, for the sake of the fuck, the ultimately masturbationary orgasm for the sake of the orgasm itself, not any other reason. Not self-validation, not self-improvement, not marriage, not reproduction, nope, nope, nope, just the ever omnipresent “fuck”.

Do you see why I compared him, and people like him, to Gollum?

Guys who don’t fuck, like Ben Shapiro and Jordan Peterson, are actually the ones who need validation. Because soul-void fulfillment means confronting the reality that they’ll never enjoy the uninhibited feral lust their wives reserved for the men in their past who fucked. Men who never had to prove their value-added bona fides to fuck the women who would become their wives. Men who don’t fuck live lives of ceaselessly qualifying for a desire they know their wives were capable of with other men but can’t seem to provoke themselves. This is why validation is a thing for guys who don’t fuck – and women who need a Jungian term to explain why guys who do fuck won’t fuck them.

And now he takes the doubled down absolute idiocy to truly stupefying levels. According to him, the men who “fuck” are the be-all and end-all of life, the utter epitome of manly manness. Yes, there is some truth to the self-soothing half-truths and lies men and women tell themselves for not being as successful in the sexual marketplace, but what Rollo tries desperately to shove under the carpet with his tracer-firing barrage at what he considers “inferior” men is the question: What, exactly, are the men who “fuck” better for, or at, in life? And the ONLY thing Rollo keeps coming up with is the purpose of “the fuck” itself. Which is, of course, either ridiculous or nihilistic and pathetic to a suicidal degree. And we know more than one PUA has gone the suicide route too. (And as it happens, Rollo himself turns out to be one of the guys who “does not fuck”, in his own terminology, which according to him, makes him the same as Ben Shapiro. Well… I got nothing, the man is entirely a fraud whichever way you look at it.)

Guys who don’t fuck are the dutiful, loyal, supportive, and nameless husband who Rosehad children and grandchildren with, yet pined for Jack (a guy who fucks) and dropped a priceless diamond to the bottom of the sea in the final moments of her life at the end of Titanic. Hypergamy doesn’t care about the moral crises and ethical concerns of guys who don’t fuck. Validation and body count are just two heads of a conjoined twin. They haven’t gotten the memo that their 20th-century moralism-as-strategy is meaningless in a 21st-century sexual marketplace. 

Ah yes. Using Titanic as the masterpiece of philosophy that it clearly was, and making the vapid, stupid, callous, utterly self-absorbed narcissist Rose, the “heroine” of the piece, because she throws away a fortune she could have given to her progeny, in quintessential, wicked, super-boomer format, is indeed, a bold strategy, Rollo! Not a good one, valid or sensible one, but certainly “bold”. As in the same kind of “bold” that would stick his dick in a bar-cutting industrial machinery to “prove his manliness”.

Body count only matters to nameless husbands who don’t fuck. It doesn’t matter to anywoman because they would rather fuck a lot of Jacks on a sinking ship than be bothered by the purity (paternity) concerns of guys who don’t fuck. Guys who fuck don’t care about body count because they know women hate guys who don’t fuck, and those guys care about body count.

Again, it is quite obvious that Rollo protesteth too much here, as he has throughout the entire vapid, ageing PUA post.

Rollo is the male equivalent of a post-wall woman who has ridden the cock-carousel so long she is now left on the shelf. And Rollo is the post-wall “bad-boy” (assuming he ever really actually was one at all) who is left with spent cigarettes, a ruggerised fleshlight, wrinkles, and increasingly creeping despair, at the beginning of the end of a life wasted on ephemera.

FINAL UPDATE: As I said right from the start, PUAs lie, and as it happens Rollo lied about pretty much everything concerning his supposed “ability” concerning women, and he advises men to do the exact opposite of what he himself has done, which is to stay married to one woman for 26 years. If he had been the ladykiller he presented himself as, the above vivisection would be absolutely correct, and as it happens, remains so, regarding the fictional would-be Rollo. And since he is an absolute fraud that advises others to go down a path he knows nothing about and leads to nothing good long term, one can hardly imagine anything he has to say is relevant or worthwhile. Even by his own (retarded) “measuring stick” Rollo himself is the exact guy who “does not fuck” that he so denigrates in his post. And yet he also advises against being married. So… what exactly is Rollo, what does he actually have to say that is relevant, or true, or valid?

Right, now after that vivisection, let us return to the original points, which are that:

  • Anglos are weird about caring about what women think of them, and,
  • Rollo is full of shit.

And seeing what that says about men who chase after women for sex and so on in general terms and in spiritual terms.

First of all, I think the point about Anglos being afflicted by gynæmania is a real thing. The English speaking world of the Anglos is indeed, culturally, regardless of whether British (though these are the epicentre of it) Australian, New Zealand, Canadian, or even the more Anglecised parts of America, tends to be irrelevant, as a people, they tend to be grossly united by the Protestant Zeitgeist and a kind of fear/intimidation/shyness of women in general.

Certainly none of the Catholic countries suffer from this to anywhere near the extent the English people do. And it has been this way for centuries. The writings of Italian travellers to England recounts the same view of things that we Southern European tend to have even today of the English men and the English women.

I believe in part it is due to the nefarious influence of Protestantism, as it is an invariably mechanising of humanity and the minute you do that, the first errors will be with your understanding/handling/appreciation of women, because human females are in a way the very embodiment of the chaos of humanity at its best and its worst, and any reduction at binarium pensierum (binary thinking) will invariably produce vast errors in your model of reality with respect to women. And as such they will become only more mystifying, unpredictable and dangerous for you. The other part is due to the fact that as a rule, the Anglos tend to be a logical and shy people, neither of which quality lends itself particularly well to being easy-going in relation to women, who as a rule are not logical and only pretend to be shy in the company of men, if at all.

For such men, the eventual “ability” to bed a lot of women does in fact begin to become a form of validation for them. It remains essentially a false one, but one they believe in and buy into as much as the people they try to convince around them.

These are the men that despite having slept with a hundred or even a few hundred women or more, remain nevertheless prey to their own desire for women and susceptible to how they are perceived by the women they are attracted to. They invariably appear as what the Zoomers call “cringe” to men who have the self-assuredness internally that these Anglo types seek perennially, and hardly ever find. I have known men that only had two women as sexual partners, the first was their wife and the second also their wife, after the first one died, and yet these men would have zero problem genuinely attracting almost any woman they set their eyes on, and they would do so free of the anxiety and self-doubt that plagues the supposed ladies men with hundreds of notches on their belts.

For me, discovering I was able to get women to have sex with me successfully, was not self-actualising in any way. It was more like discovering I had a natural aptitude for fencing, or skiing. A kind of pleasant surprise about something I never really gave much thought to one way or the other. And a good part of why I was successful has very much to do with the fact that that is pretty much how I treated it, not because I wanted to pose as such a person, but because I am such a person. And I cannot with certainty say what makes a man that way or not. I think at least some of it is genetic, but life experiences probably formed in childhood also has something to do with it.

And if I had to give it my best guess, I would say it is probably mostly due to whether your relationship with your parents, and primarily your father, was honest and direct and loving or not. The English sense of “logical detachment” I think is ultimately damaging to children, which is why the entire Anglosphere is a fucking mess of feral youfs with no sense, no honour, no dignity, or discipline to speak of, and increasingly illiterate at that.

The more instinctual and visceral love of an Italian father, who may well kick your ass, literally, for some small or even wrong reason, but who would unquestioningly jump into a harvesting combine to save you, is a far healthier way to be raised than the cold logic of the Anglo-Saxons. And instills in you a profound sense of self-assuredness that I think nothing else does. And that sense comes through to women like a lighthouse in the dark, whether they are aware of it or not consciously (mostly not).

I hope this explains the reason why some men, regardless of how many women they have slept with, ultimately remain on some level… uncertain. Doubtful. Unfinished. And women can in fact sense that.

Now, let us get to the concept of fornication in general and so on, which in fairness, was the topic that Adam was trying to cover, and to which, my extremely long preamble above is merely introduction to give you my context.

On Fornication

First of all, let me state unambiguously that yes, in an ideal world, the way that the Catholic Church says we should behave, both as men and women is indeed, the best and ideal way. No question. I unreseveredly agree.

That said, being as I am Catholic, and being as I lived like a heathen for at least 43 years of my time on Earth, and given that I made no attempt to resist temptations of the flesh in that time, I think I can say with some authority that:

  • We live on a world that is decidedly fallen and very far from ideal.
  • Every one of us is utterly flawed in many ways even after we see and realise and accept the truth of Catholicism.
  • Men who have yet even to see the truth of Catholicism cannot, in all likelihood, even begin to see why what are known as the sins of the flesh are even bad, never mind actual mortal sins.

So, if unmitigated fornication is the equivalent of a blind and deaf man walking towards a cliff-face, how can I possibly begin to even make him aware of this truth? The temptations of the flesh after all are not a fairy tale. They are very much real, and they certainly never felt bad or sinful to me when I indulged deeply in them, nor, do I expect they feel that way to the average 20-something or even 30-something year old male that is “finally getting some!”

And while Adam and people like him, including Catholic Priests and Bishops are absolutely correct that it is a damaging thing, it’s not as if I had not heard that sort of preaching when I was indulging deeply in fornication and then some.

And my reaction to it all was usually, something like, Eh, poor bastard isn’t getting any and he either doesn’t know what he’s missing, or maybe would like, much as the feminists, everyone to be as miserable as him.

And I expect any young man that has got this far (if any have) in this long post, is probably thinking the same thing, and they also do not have a counter-example as a reference frame. Not one they have lived certainly, because that counter example you only get once you are married, and fully committed to one woman, and she is to you too.

It sort of feels like a lie. Oh, don’t you have any fun now, boy, you just wait and just take the ONE sweet, and only that one, for the rest of your life, and trust us, it’s better this way. With all the bullshit you have ingested by age 20, and your at least seeing some of it (if you are not completely retarded) one can hardly be blamed for thinking this too is a massive lie.

And because I am Catholic, and because I have also the example of my own life, and the awesomeness of a real priest that Baptised, Confirmed and presided over my Marriage, and had the benefit of his wisdom and kindness, I also understand that fallen as we are, erroneous as we are, mistaken as we are, we are not necessarily evil or shunning God. We are just wrong. Badly, desperately, tragically, sadly, wrong, but mostly just wrong, not intentionally evil. And we are sad, weak, feel unloved and uncared for by anyone and we try, like drowning rats, to scrabble some sense of worth and love and kindness, wherever there is any illusion we might find some. And so we make mistakes.

And most of you reading this who are unmarried will be in the midst of those mistakes, and I am not here to chastise you, or rain thunder and fire and brimstone and judgement from God on your weighted and desperate heads. Far from it.

I was one of you. I walked your path deeper and longer in the swamp of godless life than most. So, young man, if you will, after this very long set of words, take a seat near my camp-fire and let me tell you a story and may it help you navigate your own swamp, and may it be shallow and brief.

So you are fornicating. So you may even like a girl you are with and be boyfriend and girlfriend, and you may even be thinking how it would be nice if it will last. Or maybe you’re so infatuated with the sensations of sex that a new girl every week or every day or two, or whatever, is intoxicating and draining all your thoughts and actions, wallet and testicles. Whatever the case may be, listen to this and think it over:

What do you want for your life? What do you want to think about your life when you are 99 years old and on your rocking chair and you can see the grim reaper finally walking towards you? And you’re fine with it and smile at him even, recognising that this supposedly terrible and fearful boogeyman is nothing more than a tired and misunderstood boatman, taking you across the veil (or the river Styx if you prefer).

Do you think you will be pleased reminiscing over your 287 sexual conquests, aided by your printed out spreadsheet in large letter format, because your eyes are no longer what they used to be? Playing out the sex tapes on the projector of your study to remember better what you did or felt or what they did? Or who they even were? Do you think that will warm your heart as you face the final journey?

Or your sporting achievements?

Or your financial ones, absent children and grandchildren to leave it to?

Tell me, young man, what do you think will make you able to face the final boatman with serenity and peace?

I’ll tell you what it is for me now and what I hope it will be for me at 105, but I say only 105 because I started late, otherwise 99 would be perfectly acceptable to me too. And yes, I know I’d be lucky to get there.

It is the idea of my children grown up and married and with children of their own, and doing well, and if God grants me the energy and the fortune to do so, the idea of leaving them as much as I possibly can, to make their lives and those of their children good ones.

It is the idea of watching my grandchildren and possibly even my great-grandchildren (hence 105!) running around nearby, screaming and making noise and playing joyfully and laughing full belly-laughs and thinking my sons and daughters and their wives and husbands are good women and men who will be with them to the end of their days and help them raise the next lot of joyous Crusaders for God, Truth and Justice, as my family line has done since the literal original First Crusade.

Now you may have a different religion from me (because you’re still young and stupid, heh, heh, heh) but I don’t think it changes the equation. I don’t think it changes it at all.

And here is what else I think. I think if what I just told you is NOT what inspires you, is abhorrent to you in some way, then I hope very much it’s only because, as I said, you’re young, and really fucking stupid, and you have bought in to a lot of Boomer-era lies, And I sincerely hope you grow out of your mental retardation.

And if not, if that is who you really are, then fuck you. I hope you die young and rid the world of another noxious creature that only spoils the Earth and everything on it. And I’m not talking about climate change, you fuckwit.

Now, if you get the impression that I am a kind of bastard for an old man, I would say, fuck you at the “old man” I can probably still kick your ass at 54 if you are in your twenties, depending on some factors, but that aside, yeah, I am not the most pleasant human being. I don’t like humans much because mostly they are weak, and because they are weak they lie. And they lie a lot. They lie to themselves first and then to everyone else around them. And the lies cause the harm. They cause ALL the harm. Which is as the god of this world wants it. Because this Earth is under the dominion of Satan. And no, young man, I don’t give a shit if you think “The Devil” is a superstition. He is more real than the heart-attack all the poor imbeciles that took the genetic serum are probably facing in the not too distant future.

Oh, and this is just a side note, but listen up: The Earth is NOT Flat!

And if you think it is you are a stupid bastard and I really don’t care what happens to you and with a level of stupidity that high it is definitely a better thing if you do not pass on those retarded genes at all.

Back to my story, now.

So, if you agree with me so far, then you also must realise that you get that kind of old-age satisfaction only if you make children and raise them well. And this means finding and marrying a woman that will also want to be with you until one or both of you die and raise children together. No matter what difficulties you will both face. No matter if you are so fucking stupid one day to fuck your secretary, or hire a prostitute, or become a heavy drinker, or make a bad business decision and lose your shirt. And conversely, no matter if she is so fucking stupid to spread her legs for the sexy postman, or her co-worker, or the neighbour, or she becomes a heavy drinker, or more worried about what the neighbours think of you and her than looking after her husband and children, or she splashes out on stupid shit and drives you to the brink of bankruptcy.

So is it easy to find such a woman? No.

Is it easy to stay married to such a woman, delightful as she might be? No.

Will you come across things in life that will hurt you in ways you never imagined, and that would seem to make leaving her a better option? Yes.

More than once? In all likelihood, yes.

And will she come across such things? Yes, without shadow of a doubt, and probably even more often than you.

And if you are thinking right now, Well Old Man, this is a really rosy picture you’re painting for me, what the fuck do you want me to do, and is the light at then of the tunnel also an oncoming train?

I say this to you:

Firstly fuck you twice for the Old Man again, you wet behind the ears know-nothing. Secondly, it’s not rosy. It’s just how it is, so you know what you’re facing. Forewarned is forearmed as they say. What I want you to do is immaterial. It’s what you want to do, or not do, that matters. Realise whether you pick something, or pick nothing, you’re still picking something. So choose, and choose consciously, because at least then you got no one to blame but yourself.

Oh, and yeah, in the end, the light at the end of the tunnel is always an oncoming train. Sometimes it’s got a boatman riding up front. Smile and run at it, because fuck the train. Live like a man and die like one too if need be.

So now you might be thinking, Ok Old Man, so how do I find such a woman?

And I say to you, firstly, fuck you three times for the Old man. Secondly, unless you have uncommon good luck, unless God for some reason decides to send you an Angel in disguise as a human woman, most likely, you cannot find such a woman walking the Earth today.

Young man stares blankly at me.

You have to build her.

Young man says: What?

You have to build her, boy. You find one that is as close as you can find to a finished product, and I sincerely advise you to find one that is in your category of looks. If you are a 7 don’t try and stay with a 9. You’ll be so worried about keeping her that you will fuck up a myriad things and she will end up fucking your “best friend”, the neighbour, your boss, her boss, and if you did marry her, she will take the kids and your house too when she inevitably divorces you.

Take your time in your courtship. Learn who she is and pay attention to what she does and how she acts in various situations and feel free to almost totally ignore whatever she says she is like. You can really only go badly wrong if you believe her when she describes all her good qualities. Pay her words no mind. Observe her actions instead.

If you feel you have enough to work with (at least 51% good is a minimum) then begin to go about leading by example. Do NOT request of her efforts or sacrifices you are not willing to exceed. And yes, some things are not comparable on a like for like basis, because she is a woman and you are a man, you can no more give birth or breastfeed your child than she can write the alphabet in the snow when urinating, and don’t think the one is equivalent in value to the other, but realise that as a general rule, women can provide three things to a man:

  • Enthusiastic sex
  • Loving, admiring, agreeable, respectful companionship
  • The easing of his life (cooking, cleaning, raising children)

And a man generally provides three things for a woman:

  • Financial betterment (home, comfort, security)
  • Protection (from everything ranging from a violent intruder to changing a tire, to reassuring her about her anxieties and worries)
  • Loving, protective, respectful, appreciative companionship

So do your part and gently show her the way, so she feels better about herself, as women invariably do when they begin to act in accordance with their God-given, biological imperatives, that have been subverted by lies for the last hundred plus years or so.

That’s about it, boy.

And if you are still wondering where this puts you in the fornication scale, well, to not put too fine a point on it, according to the Church, until you marry and commit, your fornication is going to send you to Hell. So I would hurry up and get to finding that woman as quick, yet also as careful, as you can. And try not to get hit by a bus until you get married to her and repent and foreswear your heathen and fornicating ways, you miserable sinner.

And if you have any brains at all, about now, young man, you might be having a little smile at the apparently hypocritical, arrogant, bastard, old man in front of you.

And fuck you four times for the Old Man.

Sex Robots with AI: Feminists most impacted.

You may be too young to remember the absurd Feminist war cry that came out in either the 1980s or 1990s, I forget, that said:

“Women need men, like fish need a bicycle.”

And yet, here we are today…

It looks like it’s women that need men more than men may need women.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I have always ignored anyone with even a hint of feminism in their make-up with studious and amused indifference, except to entertain myself by at times simply saying something that would instantly turn their heads into IEDs as well as also make it obvious to everyone present they were bitter, insane, harpies that no one wanted to have sex with, and that was the primary cause of their “feminism” (mental instability) to begin with.

If you doubt me, just go look at images of the “luminaries” of radical feminism. Start with Andrea Dworkin. Before you do, make sure you have an empty stomach. The dry heaves will stop after about an hour.

But the point is that men, left to their own devices, will find or create a solution to almost any problem. Again, I am certainly not advocating for sex robots, far from it, but the reality is that a LOT of potentially perfectly suitable males that in the past would have got married and had children and had a happy and meaningful life, will in fact go down this hellish route, and they will do so in larger numbers than you expect, because the hard reality is that while men have, over the last couple of hundred years, overcome extremely large aspects of what one might call their “primitive” biological wiring, to become more tolerant and tractable, women, if anything, have only increased their solipsism, and intractability in general.

The future belongs to those women who embrace their femininity while doing the necessary violence upon their own base instincts to begin to act logically, honourably (a concept that is at best nebulous for the females of the species) and reliably, to a degree that makes men take notice.

Women who embody such qualities and look reasonably attractive will literally have the pick of quality men, who, rare though they may be, are usually always in more plentiful supply than the aforementioned type of woman.

I have been observing this trend since about age 16 and the last almost 40 years have done nothing to dissuade me from the idea that I am correct about this required next step in human evolution. The only question is whether women will catch up before we go extinct.

As I said, the future belongs to evolved, feminine women; or possibly, albeit briefly, to sex robots with agreeable AIs.

What all women should already know

And especially the younger ones, really should understand this from a young age. He puts it in a very nice and digestible way that MIGHT get some women to actually listen to the whole 10 minutes.

This one on the other hand, the conclusion regarding women apologising and why they should, is solid gold advice. And some women probably need it tattooed on their forehead so they see it every time they look in a mirror.

I do not know this guy and only came across the first video as a result of a comment on gab from TrevorGoodchild which was synthesised more along the way I tend to present this stuff when I do:

The point is that as a general rule, since a very early age, I learnt that presenting information in a synthesised, or boiled down form was (and is) an excellent filter for gauging the general intelligence of the person receiving it. And because stupid people absolutely surround me at all times in pretty much every setting, and as they are unbearably tiresome, boring and often also irritating, their getting “offended” and then leaving me mostly alone after a few encounters is a feature, not a bug.

I read somewhere, long ago, that warrior souls never lose their fire, but as they get older wiser they may tend to burn at a lower temperature. My personal experience is that there is no drop off in intensity overall, really, perhaps in fact an increase, but… the frequency of the smouldering and flare-ups changes. I ignore or only smoulder a little at the smaller stuff, but some of the things that matter to me, I am more ready to go to absolute war for than before. And not as a simple flare-up, but as a relentless, steel-melting, sustained, furnace level.

I mention this because, in the various discussions I have had and written about here concerning community, it is obvious that my natural/instinctive misanthropy is not the best way to build a solid group of people. As I mentioned before, I am not general material. I’m more special ops small team commander material. But given I don’t seem to have any generals around me, a certain level of “normal” human interactions is useful to try and if not master (I simply am not built in such a way I will ever want to do so) at least learn the basics of.

Intimate relationships have invariably been the thing I cared the most about and given my aspieness and IQ, also the things that have caused me both the best highs and the lowest lows.

Aside the fact that women will generally not take any good advice from pretty much anyone anyway, and if they do it will be from a random stranger before it’s their husband, brother, father or other man that actually cares about them, but will generally jump at the chance to take some “advice” from their female friend (or other women in general) that will tell them to get a nice haircut to be “hotter”, the fact remains that given how the female brain works (for the aspies out there… I use the term loosely!) regardless of how good the information you present to them might be, women are pretty much incapable of simply processing the dialectic facts.

Prove to them with scientific evidence done on humans for 100 years that has all been verified that eating X amount of dark chocolate a week is good for you in simple, cold, hard facts, shooting down all their objections from cosmopolitan magazine, Cadbury adverts, their idiot doctor, their gay friend Charlie, and all her fat friends with blue hair, and she will ignore it.

Let her best friend tell her in hushed and conspiratorial tones that she just tried this new “chocolate” that is made from “sterilised” dogshit, and she will wolf-down a bar of it just to prove she’s “with it”.

At the lower end of the female scale of intelligence, it is literally not too different from communicating with your pet dog. It matters little what you say, as long as it’s in soothing, calming tones, or happy excited ones.

Oh, yes, yes, I know, the feminists are climbing the walls on that one: “How dare he! Comparing women to dogs!” Well, no, I am not. For one, dogs are far more loyal than women (men too to be fair). And said feminists, throughout my life, have invariably completely lost their shit whenever I actually spoke to them precisely the way I would to a man. While very rarely has a man lost his shit with me for being brutally direct.

All this long introduction, simply to say that it probably pays to find a nicer, easier way to get your point across without needing to water it down, nor feel you’re being deceitful, since, after all, presenting the information in a way that it is received more easily, is simply a skill, like any other.

And as a bonus, since that ship has pretty much sailed for me at about age 16, and given that I don’t give a rat’s ass about being labelled whatever the gynocracy is going to label me, you could probably do worse than directing women you care about to these two videos, and feel free to tell them to “Look at what videos this chauvinist pig has on his blog! Ha, ha, so funny!” Well, ok, maybe don’t do that unless you’re a metrosexual male feminist, but you get what I mean. It will be quite interesting to see what they say (if anything) after viewing the total 15 minutes or so both videos come to.

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I have been asked to do the relationship book by friends and men in general for years; at least 20 of them. I resisted the impulse* for at least a couple of decades, primarily because, as one of my alter egos/nicknames —given to me by friends in Italy over 20 years ago— said in one of the graphic novels he appears in: “Any man that says he has understood all there is to know about women, is either a liar or insane.” And it’s close enough to the truth in some ways. Nevertheless, I feel that after two divorces, a lot of women in between, and finally a proper Catholic marriage, not to mention 4 children I fathered, I have probably made —and persevered!— and (one hopes), learnt enough that it is probably acceptable to pass on a few pointers to younger men; at least on those issues I feel I have now got enough experience to retroactively note when I did the right thing (regardless of outcome), and when I did the wrong thing (again, regardless of outcome). I mention this, because as I say, there have been a lot of people asking me for this for a long time.

With regard to my non-fiction, each book I have written so far, is really mostly a compilation of my theories and conclusions formed with many years of experience.

The Face on Mars was the result of a lifelong interest in Astronomy from very early childhood. I understood what a light-year was at age four, thanks to an uncle who was, and remains, a total geek to this day. He also sent me a telescope in my early teens, with which I observed the mountains of the moon, and how the moon itself moved. I also saw Haley’s comet with it, from our home in Africa at the time. And to this day the concepts I put forth in that book were then, and for the most part continue to remain today, unique. Some have badly plagiarised aspects of it (hello Graham Hancock) but the overall main issue had not been understood by anyone I am aware of before I saw it. And most remain totally ignorant of it, despite the predictions and theories I made back in 1995, playing out as correct in the intervening time. The update in 2014 also added a new dimension to the reality of my ideas, which is partly expanded on a lot more in my fiction work.

Systema was similarly, a book I wrote after I had personally spend decades in the martial arts world. And I wanted to demystify a LOT of the nonsense that goes with many martial art “concepts” and their related egos, and which —in particular— seemed to have a vortex of “mystic ninjas” concerning the Russian system. Which is an impression many martial artists might have if they have not experience of it firsthand. By merely watching YouTube videos or hearing “fantastic” stories of almost magical ability, they are most likely going to assume it is some woo-woo nonsensical “martial art”. That thought is disabused within minutes of confronting any of the top exponents of it. Unfortunately, as always, along with the really good practitioners, there were also a lot of “mystic ninjas” and some of the practitioners did nothing to demystify the situation, so I did it. I have been doing martial arts since I was a very small child, thanks to my dad, so I had pretty extensive knowledge of it before I put hand-to-keyboard after almost four decades of it.

Reclaiming the Catholic Church was in some ways the “odd man out” because I had a road to Damascus Event in 2013 and the book came out in 2020, that is, only 7 years later. However, I had been reading different books on all the main religions, mysticism, “spiritual” and even New Age stuff, again, since my teens, and literally infiltrating various cults as a hobby, in order to see if anyone had anything that was demonstrably true, real, or worthwhile. I had settled on a basic Zen-Agnosticism, with a clear understanding there must be an intelligence behind creation (the math, astronomy, biology and physics, as well as logic, pretty much confirms it many, many, many times over) but no sense of a God as such that was specifically interested in us mere mortals, much less me specifically. That changed in a radical, unexpected and utterly surprising way, that while “subjective” in the sense that I cannot prove it to anyone else, was absolutely objective and very much so for me. The other part that helped was that because the Catholic Church has ALL of its rules and dogmas written down, it was fairly easy to follow the thread of its history and see the astonishing truth it is founded on. As it was, to see that the current inhabitants of the Vatican are, without putting too fine a point on it, flat out Satanists.

BELIEVE! Instead, published a year before RTCC, was a much smaller work, putting out my new, or updated, basic outline philosophy. For those who have read both books, you will notice that BELIEVE! is not even a fifth of the size of RTCC, at just under 100 pages, and is a lot more open with respect to overall views and concepts. RTCC was the follow up that basically said, “OK, so that’s sort of where I am with respect to religion as a whole (BELIEVE!) now let’s take a look at this one path that I state is the best one I can see so far, and in this book, (RTCC), I went full autist, covering every aspect of Sedevacantism (i.e. the actual, current, only Catholicism left) and demonstrating it in a manner that no one has so far even attempted to refute, much less succeeded. The result is that RTCC is the foundation on which BELIVE! is really sitting on, which is probably why even if a much smaller and less detailed book, BELIEVE! has resulted in now over 100 people converting to Sedevacantist Catholicism (aka simply: Catholicism).

The reason I point all this out, is because in these last two non-fiction books, it becomes obvious that even my overall looser and more generic ideas, as expressed in BELIEVE!, for example, clearly have had a lot of genuinely positive effects on people who read them. And we know it was this that sparked the results, because BELIEVE! came first, and yet, even without all the details (presented in RTCC), it had a serious impact on people’s lives.

I see a LOT of confusion, struggles and heartache among young men today concerning intimate relationships and finding the right woman.

I literally get questions, emails, or messages on the topic to a frequency that is starting to become hard to keep up with. And as anyone that reads my blog knows, I have a rather low opinions of PUAs, and would very much hate to be mistaken for one. That said, I know for a demonstrable fact that my advice benefits these younger men, because they are getting married, having babies, and resolving issues they had for many years of their lives. I have literally had everything from friends, neighbours and even strangers, asking for advice, on an ad hoc basis, to hypnosis sessions with people that were under clinical care as supposedly paranoid schizophrenics under medication that went on to stop the medication (yes with doctor approval and full knowledge of my sessions with them) and go on to have a productive life with a functioning relationship, when prior they were 29 year old virgins. And I have been doing this for at least 15 years, with positive results.

So, perhaps, there is some utility in putting together some of the baseline concepts concerning male-female interactions and so on.

The other options (SF saga continuation) or YA SF books are, respectively, more a divertimento for myself and, a less fun, but I think helpful addition to the current dearth of adventure stories for boys mostly. I am not aware of anything like the Hardy Boys and so on coming along anytime recently, which is why Castalia House is doing well printing old classics. I would not enjoy writing such books as much as my own adult Science Fiction, but it would not be too difficult to do and they should be able to be produced fairly quickly. Although, I am not likely to be acclaimed as a children’s author anytime soon, or even long after I am dust, so the effort might not be worth it.

Anyway, I’d appreciate your thoughts on the matter, so please feel free to leave comments after you vote, thanks. 

* Vox, on this post, referring to someone else, Taleb, in this case, said something that holds true for most of us. Personally I have always genuinely tried to resist the temptation, and often people have been quite “deflated” when trying to make me their “guru”, when, after being asked something I know little or nothing about or at least I don’t feel qualified to take a stand on, I simply say “I have no idea”. Some were quite insistent nevertheless and I always consciously dissuaded that, as I explained in some detail in my book Systema: The Russian Martial System.

And Now For The Positives…

So my last post sort of gave a tiny insight into how the world really works and if you grasped that fully, you might have become suicidally depressed. Well, don’t blow your brains out just yet. Look at things this way:

Everyone likes an underdog film, right? You, the lonely, misshapen, loser at life, with no money, hope or charisma, finding the Shangri-La of happiness!

So, don’t be a wuss. If you DO happen to be a downtrodden unfortunate, think of it this way, you got the intro/first half of the film down pat. Now it’s time to do that heroic montage or perhaps slow middle part grind of the film, where you build yourself up into a quasi-functioning member of society (but still harbour a lot of your insecurities). And in this film, if you do it via reading my books and my blog, you can think of it as a single scene where you pick up some corny book title from some even cornier guru, read it and it ridiculously changes your life, or, is your film is a grittier and grainier one, where you read and take in some of the stuff I say and really apply it and regardless of whether we meet in person or not, you find a way to apply these lessons in a way that measurably improves your life. We might never meet, you might never even drop me an email or anything. I may never know you existed, or we might become very good friends, but the important part is that YOU get better. that you become more successful at life and find a good partner to marry and make and raise happy and numerous children.

And if you just twitched, thinking that getting married is a fool’s game and having lots of children is a recipe for disaster, well, my chicken-hearted and soft-brained youngster, take heart. I used to think the same stupid shit in my 20s and even my thirties. These are not your thoughts. These are the thoughts that have been beamed into your head from birth by an evil entity that controls a lot of things on this planet. It doesn’t matter if you believe in the evil entity and his minions or not. They believe in you. And in fact, your not believing in them makes their job easier.

The problems of life

Are simple. Pretty much everyone, wants:

  • To be loved and have someone they love near them.
  • To have enough (money) to do what they want.

That’s basically Love and Freedom. Not hard to understand.

But the barriers to entry on both of those are massive. And most of them begin in your head, where they have been placed by pretty much decades (if not centuries) of lies.

First Barrier to Entry – Your Beliefs

It really does not matter what reality is like. If you believe you can’t then you certainly can’t. And life can be hard, so even if you believe you can, often you will still fail. That said, if you obsessively work at and believe you can, you generally achieve most things to at least a certain degree.

So let’s do Love first. What might be some wrong/erroneous/unhelpful beliefs you may have:

  • Women are all whores/men are all idiots
  • Women will divorce rape you/men only want quickie sex
  • No one believes in traditional family life anymore
  • I can’t afford to be in a relationship (money)
  • I can’t afford to have children (money)
  • I don’t have a support group to have children (money/people)
  • I don’t trust men/women
  • People lie too much to trust them
  • People are too stupid
  • They don’t have my interests
  • No one is loyal anymore
  • The internet gives us too much choice
  • Hookup culture has destroyed relationships
  • 10% of the top men get 90% of the top women
  • I’m too ugly/stupid/poor/short
  • You bought into a PUA Redpill (really a blackpill)
  • You bought into feminist theory of anything
  • You bought into communist theory of anything
  • You bought into equality theory of anything
  • You bought into any Hollywood idea of “relationships”
  • There is no one out there for me
  • Everyone is now Vaxxed and I am a pureblood
  • I don’t own X and I need X before I can settle down
  • I don’t earn X and I need to earn X before I do Y

That’s just a list off the top of my head I literally did as fast as I can type. I am sure the people reading could add pages to it, but it covers the large issues for the most part and is fairly comprehensive and applicable to all. Right, so what can we notice right away?

Money

Having money solves a LOT of these issues (all in red above). And guess what the other part is, the freedom part, that’s pretty much (not entirely but largely) a function of money too. If you can read this, you are in a position where you can earn some money, regardless of who and where you are. It will be harder for some of you and less so for others, but honestly, if you can read this, you can make money.

Right, so it looks like if we can scratch money off the list, of things we need to have, we would solve pretty much all the Freedom part (to some degree anyway) and several of the Love part of the problem, so, making it, having it, is important.

And here enters another thing. If you obsess about making money and making money itself becomes the goal, you can and probably will, lose sight of the other goals. That’s just how human beings are wired. You get more of what you focus on, to the exclusion of everything else. So if MAKING the money is the important thing, and you do it long enough, and well enough, and you become better at it, and you can do it more, and get more, pretty soon, you are addicted to making money and you necessarily may lose out on other things. That said, having a certain level of money is important. It is not ESSENTIAL, in the true sense, and it might not be true in an existential sense either, but from a practical perspective, it allows you to achieve certain things. the trick is to know you are using money and not money using you.

There are many paths to money. Personally mine have always been extremely haphazard, because the making of money never really interested me much. My curiosity was in exploring places, people, ideas, and figuring those things out. Money was just a necessary tool, but not one I ever had any particular affinity for. As a result I have had period in my life where the totality of food I had to eat was a bag flour, some salt (luxury item) and the tap water in my studio apartment. And I was in my mid-twenties, so not exactly just out of school. I also had periods where I’d fly to see a woman I was involved in, pretty much every weekend from UK to Italy, and this set up happened more than once in my life. I often paid for friends on holidays or dinners and never kept any kind of count, but I am sure it is a staggering amount if it were all added up. I also have had periods where friends or family borrowed or gave me money. So I might not be the best person to advise you on how to MAKE a lot of money, but I can tell you without hesitation that there are many, many, many, ways to make money. Not all are available to you at all times of course, and the older you get and more responsibilities you have, the harder it might be to hop and change from one way to another. I never built a so-called career, not cared to keep rolodexes of colleagues and contacts to network and socially climb any corporate ladder. I literally got by on my intelligence and ability to pick anything up really very quickly. it’s fine for a young man to live that way for a while, but it’s not ideal or even good for older or for family men to do so.

What I can tell you with some authority is that, concerning money:

  • Where there is a will there is a way, you can make some
  • Consistency and persistence pay off
  • In the long run, honesty pays off too (arguable by some, see below)
  • It is easier to make more money if you compromise your integrity and principles, but personally, I think that’s a complete fool’s trade. And I really don’t care if it’s for billions. I have turned down a LOT of money on repeated occasions because I like to have a clean-shaven face and that requires me looking in a mirror. I can’t really quantify the value of that to you, but I assure you that for me, it is pivotal. You might be different from me. Most people are. As always, as the oracles at Delphi used to say: Man, Know Thyself.

That’s about all the advice I feel comfortable giving you about money, plus one more point:

Money is pretty much all inherently fake. People in Eastern Europe and South America and other places too, throughout history, woke up one day and their Fiat money was suddenly worthless. So… keep that at the back of your mind too. To a degree it’s true of material possessions too, the government can appropriate your land or property but generally things have to get fairly more drastic (See Red Indians, Zimbabwean Farmers, Soviet Union, etc. etc ad infinitum).

Ideologies

The items in bold on the above Love list are all ideas. Very bad ideas. Of course, one could say that any belief is an ideology, but there are subtle but important differences between reality being observed, understood (to whatever extent we can do so) and then catalogued into a convenient but not completely inflexible shorthand. For example, the speed of light is thought to be absolutely fixed. In reality, experimentation tends to suggest it may vary perceptibly depending on various factors, some of which are unknown, but for most models, pretending the speed of light is fixed, works well enough. This is vastly different from it is so. Good enough is not It is so. Ideology is: It is so (wrong). Reality Perception is Good Enough.

Some examples of ideology are the whole idiotic “gender-fluidity” nonsense. The observed natural order of things is that dimorphic species have males and females, and they mate to produce offspring. Anything else is a deviation from nature and what actually works and perpetrates the species. Now, you may have a fetish for inserting unripe bananas where they do not belong, or golf balls by the bucket for that matter, and you say “But if I harm no one…” And therein lies the trick. For you to TRULY harm no one, your unripe banana and golf-ball insertion deviancy should be very much closeted and discussed with precisely no one. The minute you try to pretend your deviant, aberrant, unnatural behaviour is “normal” you begin to damage banana production economics, upsetting golfers, and incentivising proctologists to pretend certain plastic surgery reconstructions are “routine”.

Other examples of ideology are as listed:

Feminism – It’s made no one happy and destroyed untold millions if not billions of lives, fostering a complete fake narrative of what women “should” want or “need” instead of what they are biologically designed to be like. And of course, the same applies to the damage done to men and especially young boys. Literally every statistic on human happiness and suicide bears this out.

Equality – It’s completely false. Not even twins are equal, and certainly not men and women, or different ethnicities, religions, cultures and so on. Of course, if you are a Venetian, you are smarter, better looking and already know this, since we know very well the rest of the world is composed of other humans. And humans are just the worst. But at least we are better than all of you. I am sure you think otherwise, but you’re just wrong about that. See? I just proved the point. Stop and review your thoughts. Seriously. Review.

Communism – Another Jewish lie (Karl Marx was a Jew, and yes, I put this at his and their collective feet, like usury. Why? Because facts. What? what? Antise-what? Yeah, shut up. Go look up who came up with feminism mostly. And immigration on a huge scale “for thee but not me”. I got more. Just ask.) Communism is basically the idea that everyone is the same and everyone should get the same. Except the guys in charge. Oh and also, we need to kill millions of people to make it work. Every single time. Because all the other times wasn’t really done right. But this time, with this pile of skulls, we will perfect it. Seriously, read a fucking book. Communism is a gigantic lie and always has been.

PUAs – blogged about these cretins at length for years. Use the Search me link on the right.

There is no one out there for me – Pretty much ALL of the above ideologies are not rooted in reality but rather your Achille’s heel of deep down believing you’re unlovable. And so the whole world needs to stop spinning on its axis, become a flat disc, to suit the flat-earther morons, and life must all bend to your specific will, with all your flaws, so you can feel validated. Except you won’t, because shrivelled, crippled, addicted to all drugs and booze as your miserable soul is, it still KNOWS that you are as you are, and no amount of fake outside validation will fill the gaping maw of despair that is in your heart. Only truth and reality and facing it will do that.

It was always thus

See the green items? Yeah…. pretty much the same throughout world history. To whatever degree these items are “true” they have always been so. The proportions may vary a little, but believe me, only a little. Most humans are really fucking terrible. Didn’t I already tell you that? What are you, some Algerian or something? Obviously not Venetian eh?!? Jeez. Pay attention will you?

OK what’s left?

So the items in normal text have some truth right? Ok, for the most part, all this means is that your task of finding a suitable mate are made even easier. Because they are so much easier to identify.

A woman that believe in most of the ideologies listed in bold, and acts out most of the things written in green and also flags the normal text items, is probably a waste of time. On the other hand, there exist, men and women who:

  • Believe in traditional family life
  • Agree having a support group to raise a family is great, but not absolutely essential
  • Agree that the internet and hookup culture have given everyone unrealistic expectations, which are based on completely false concepts. A few of them might even understand that most humans are a bunch of ugly idiots, and you too and them too. And that the best they can do is find an idiot just as ugly and stupid as they are and build a life on it.
  • Both the Vaxxed and non-vaxxed tend to admit it freely. Males it easier to select your group: Mutants or Pure Strain Humans. Then roll our Gamma World stats.

The selection process has become more discerning. That’s all. If you are reading this you now have the top of the top 0.1% information to make a good go of scoring the perfect partner. You realise he or she will not be a millionaire, supermodel, nymphomaniac, who enjoys sharing you with his/her disease-free stripper friends.

So you select someone of similar 1-10 scale looks to you that shares at least some of the more important values you believe in and if those values are not based in reality, you know your relationship will most likely catch fire, go into a tailspin and leave a messy crater below.

Work on yourself to shave off the mono part of your mono-brow. Learn to talk to EVERYONE. Learn to approach ANYONE, without being a creepy, stalkerish type. Go out in the real world and join activities that you enjoy where likely partners might be found.

And keep at it.

One thing I am certain of, is that if you do these things, and also work on removing whatever negative beliefs and traits you have (NOT WITH SURGERY, YOU MORON! NOT UNLESS YOU’RE THE ELEPHANT MAN!) there absolutely IS a person out there that can love you and truly actually love you. Yes, even if you are a crippled hunchback. And yes I do know actual crippled hunchbacks (more than one, yes) who made something of their lives and are happily married. Are their partners supermodels? No. But you know what, after a while that really doesn’t matter. I obviously hope nothing of the sort ever happens and my wife would be devastated if it did, but if she had some horrible accident and was disfigured, my attraction to her would not really make a twitch on the needle. There was a time I was absolutely attracted to her looks, I still am, and she still has them, but the shift has moved for me already, and it is not a function of age so much, but of intimacy. I have always noted that if I was serious about a woman, although her looks originally attracted me, afterwards, they made little difference. It is also true that the important ones in my life have been very few compared to the “just for fun” ones.

The ability to connect deeply on the things that really matter in life, far supersedes the temporary allure of the merely physical (albeit they can last a few decades with good care). The more time I spend with her, the closer I feel and if the feeling is mutual and she too feels closer then, our level of true understanding and intimacy grows exponentially too, and honestly, nothing “looks” better than that sensation.

So keep these things in mind.

As I can, I will next post about how the entire world lies to you and how to spot it.

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