The life u actually want to live really does start around 30. Till then, ur mostly busy building the life u'll eventually want to live. Luckily, that's exactly what ur supposed to be doing. Life after 30 is ur creation, before that it's all Luck.
you can learn a thousand secrets on how to get better at anything and still not move an inch. the real secret is simple: obsessive practice of your craft. nobody can teach you that. that’s what you try to avoid by escaping into shortcuts. trust me, your craft is your best teacher. give it time, it will reveal & teach everything to you.
He has tested ALL majorly known strategies, ONLY HORC pass ALL baselines.
Fun fact ? He didn't even want it to pass so he used CFD across 10 pairs for years of data.
Normally we use futures chart for accurate data but he used CFD.
HORC is from "first principles" thinking.
Might have taken many tough and rough edges for it to get to the stage it is now but... it's the most unique thing that comes closest to a very sound and consistent technical edge in the market 🦅
Number 4 example:
—A single Daily zone
—Has a net supply of -2(minus represent supply )
—sponsored the first sell to daily liquidity DL
—later sponsored the second sell to another daily liquidity (called the second live to you all)
It is now used up and return back to it will NOT sponsor any daily liquidity sell anymore.
Game theory pretty much proves that the long game is not a strategy most people can execute at all. That's because it tends to require a negative short-term position in exchange for a real advantage later. Most people cannot commit to this because their threat-detection system reads current loss as an existential failure. And that's vicious short-sightedness. It leads them to optimize for visible progress and sacrifice their real position. The people who constantly win rarely have better information. Instead, they accept that losing now will pay off later. Never quit a game before it starts.
A woman without God usually centres herself above all else. She is unable to love a man in the same way, because she does not replicate her love of God with her husband by worshipping the divine through him. She views man as a tool to fulfil her needs, rather than as a sacred being she must serve.
The godless woman thus dehumanises man by failing to appreciate the divine within him. And by not being in the habit of worshipping divinity, she has cultivated neither modesty, nor self-sacrifice or a devotional nature. Her lack of reverence has made her ugly. She does not know how to love.
When a woman lacks a strong natural godly impulse but comes to him later in life as a coping mechanism for her sins, she tends to wield God as a tool like she does man. She spiritualises her ego. She is more “what God wants for me” than “what I must sacrifice for God” - it is a subtle, but severe distinction, do you see?
This is not to discourage women from moving towards God at any point in their lives. Not at all. But it is nonetheless a salient and true observation. I will not pretend that impure women do not try to abuse God as a construct rather than truly be transformed by a love for Him.
The purity of her piety is thus a direct measure of her capacity for devotional love. An egotistical woman adorning the aesthetic of religiosity or spirituality employing godliness as a mask and prop does not embody it, because she lacks the pure and courageous nature of a woman truly in love with the divine.
Her relationship with the divine thus reflects her relationship with man. If she does not care for God, she will worship herself and view man as a workhorse tool to serve her. If she uses God as a tool, she will use man as one too. If she resents or fears man, she will use God as a loophole to escape him. Only if she truly reveres God, can she too man.
When others will not give to you, you give to them, because in a small but meaningful way, this is to give to yourself - to receive from giving what you are not given - to feed on the generosity of your own heart.
Paradox: to overflow from your empty bucket is to fill it.
I believe I am one of the few men alive capable of raising a truly elite daughter.
And by elite, I do not mean a sloppy zombie who cannot properly think for herself, nor an arrogant bitch who cannot yield to a good man.
I mean a special third thing: a woman with the best virtues of man (as much as a woman's vessel is capable), combined with the best virtues of woman synthesised into a harmonious and elegant whole.
I would ensure this, for it is only by incorporating the best of man, she can become the best of women.
I would teach her devotion: what true love actually is, and how to love.
I would teach her how to distinguish narcissism from clean dominance, and how to punish and reject the former whilst appreciating without stigmatising the latter.
I would teach her to find virtue desirable and attractive, and to love and to cherish the boyish feminine purity found deepest within man's soul, rather than feel disgust or disdain for it.
I would teach her how to argue, think, lead and follow, and to do each of these things well.
I would teach her accountability, honour, and integrity, which means I would teach her ruthlessness to discipline herself, and to ground her propensity for misplaced and runaway compassion.
I would teach her how to appreciate tenderness without mistaking it for weakness, and how to discern righteous ruthlessness from tyranny.
I would teach her about divine union, the merging of souls, the importance of soul purity, and how to prepare and save herself for her husband.
I would teach her how to fight: physically and mentally. She will know shame, yet be resistant to the bullying of others without becoming one herself.
I would teach her how to be confident and bold, without becoming callous, reckless, or ugly.
I would teach her how to transmute her pain into power, without becoming resentful, or addicted to the intensity of her own pain.
She would learn the virtues of darkness, for I would teach her what it is to be dangerous without being cruel. To pursue, to hunt, to colonise, to capture - unlike most daughters, mine won't see herself as a victim, but as a hunter - a predator in the best of ways - a conqueror.
The erotic, and its implications for her development, would of course belong to her husband, because there is an entire domain beyond the father where a daughter must undergo her becoming as a woman without him.
She will outgrow me, as she should, and it would be my task to prepare her to do so beautifully, rather than keep her tethered to me for my selfish benefit. A girl's final place is with her husband, not her father. And so to fail to prepare her for him and keep her with me, would be a sin.
I have acquainted myself with the flaws of various types of women, for in our intimate conversations, I was an ardent student of the feminine: she spoke to me, and so I vigorously studied her. It is in this way I met different fathers, seeing how they gave form to her, taking sharp mental notes of wherever he failed.
Each failure is a blueprint of what not to do: what was done in excess, what was done too little, and what should never have been done at all.
Failure is not the exception, but the rule, for there are many failure points, and so the path to paradise is narrow.
My daughter will learn from the failures of all the men and women who came before her, observed and analysed by the power of my mind, condensed into my knowing, masterfully poured into her through my love.
Nothing will go to waste, for she will be the beneficiary of all my efforts: my intellect and agony equally.
Creating an elite woman is thus one of the noblest and hardest things a man can do - which is precisely why they are so rare.
But the return if one succeeds, is truly unimaginable - rather than a train wreck, one gets to witness the glory of a true masterpiece in all her potent grace and violent elegance represent you as she inhabits the world.
When you see a great man, you think: that is awesome.
But when you see a great woman, you almost fail to believe your eyes.
You think: "what the fuck is that? Truly, I must be hallucinating."
For you are gazing upon a creature so rare, so mythical, and so beautiful, that a good portion of adult women cosplay as her without resembling even a fraction of her.
To raise a muse is such a divine task to embark upon, for the hardest task is the best task, and therefore the most worthy task, is it not?
A father is condemned to some level of ingratitude, mischaracterisation, or resentment. Look for a girl without issues with her father. No matter how great the man nor how kind he was, you will find none. He was too ruthless. He was too soft. He didn't save you from your mistakes. He never let you make your own choices. He spoiled you too much. He failed to provide. "He did the best he could" - yes, but beneath that, there is always a gripe, and within that gripe, a yearning - a hunger to be soothed. This is the wound, and it is inevitable.
Most husbands are left with the mess caused by their wife’s father, and they pay for his sins through her dysfunction: every woman brings a father wound into her union.
My philosophy has reached a point where I believe this wound is unavoidable. It is more a structural feature than it is an avoidable bug, because the healing of the wound is itself foundational to the process of marital bonding - a bridge between souls if you will. It is only the nature and severity of the wound that differs. It's presence is a given.
And yet I believe if you do a great job, the wound will be minor. Having only typical feminine insecurities that can be quelled through reassurance and presence, as opposed to full scale soul rot or identity fragmentation.
And so to do a good job is to make the wound serviceable as a bonding vector for her with her future husband, to serve as a tool in the truest sense of the word, rather than as a spiritual straitjacket that hijacks her, and binds her to deprive her of true love in this world.
As a mere mortal man, I am far from perfect, and so in the fallibility of my mortality, I will surely err. And yet any man who marries a daughter of mine would feel blessed and privileged to have her, because he would see the greatness she embodies by my hand and her own.
He would feel thankful he gets to profit from the mind of a man dedicated to the skilful creation of a woman beyond anything he could ever dream of, that through her he gets to benefit from my purest pouring, that his lips alone come to taste such sweet nectar, sipping on ambrosia.
No daughter of mine would be a coward or a loser, because I would bend the very fabric of reality to prevent it. I will prepare her to be beautiful. I will prepare her to win.
If a woman obtains her husband through deception, she has settled for a man who lacks the proper discernment, sharpness and insight to defend himself against deceivers in high stakes scenarios
She is now reliant on this fool to protect her.
Congratulations, you played yourself.