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Whether you lose a big chunk of money on an investment, or you fail a prop firm challenge
You’ll be tempted to play that old script of “fear, guilt, embarrassment”
Those are the lowest and most dangerous frequencies that attract more loses.
If instead you step into acceptance.
Assume that
“this needed to happen for me to become a master trader and investor”
“this was precisely the thing that needed to happen for me to progress in my path of financial freedom”
You set your mind (mind-set) to a positive path.
You know,
You’ve witnessed the fact,
That when you really,
truly put you mind to something,
It’s a done deal,
You WILL accomplish it.
Focus on that.
Remind yourself of that.
Now you’re in a state of
“Acceptance, neutrality, willingness, courage”.
Much more empowering frequencies.
Change your state and you change your trading fate. 👁️
In this article I explained how to slowly and realistically grow you portfolio..
It took me about 4/5 years to get here, and it was a slow and consistent process..
I didn’t became millionaire over night or did 1000x on a shitcoin or shill
I traded each day..
3 days ago, a 27 year old girl from my town died of a brain tumor.
Since then, I haven’t been able to do anything but stop and reflect.
I found myself asking: what if something like this happened to me?
We spend so much of our lives projected into the future: becoming someone, building, accumulating, proving, appearing and in a way, that’s right.
It’s healthy to want to grow, to care about your future, not to live passively.
But in front of something like this, sudden and merciless, that entire mental structure collapses in an instant.
All the fears we had about the future.
All the insecurities about showing up as we are.
All the problems we magnify every day.
They disappear.
It’s almost unsettling to realize how many of the things that steal our peace that make us feel late, inadequate, under pressure are, in comparison, nothing.
Literally nothing.
Not to deny that life has real struggles, but in terms of perspective: it takes only 1 event like this to instantly shrink what once felt enormous.
We are incredibly fortunate simply because we are here.
Because we can breathe without thinking about it.
Because we still have time ahead, or at least the perception that we do.
And yet we fill that time with needless anxieties, sterile comparisons, expectations we place on ourselves or imagine others place on us.
Sometimes we truly worry about nothing. About nothing at all.
Then something happens that breaks normality, and perspective shifts in a second.
You realize that life isn’t what you’re postponing to “when things get better,” to “when I achieve…,” to “when I become…”.
Life is now, while you think you’re just preparing for the future.
This isn’t an invitation to stop building, planning, aspiring.
It’s an invitation not to forget that all of that only has meaning if, in the meantime, you are actually living.
If you are loving the people beside you.
If you are saying the things that matter.
If you are allowing yourself to be, not only to become.
Because sometimes it takes a story, a loss, a life cut too short, to remind us that time is not guaranteed, that the future is not a right, and that the normality we take for granted is already a profound form of luck.
So maybe the most honest question isn’t “what should I do with my life?”
but: am I truly living it, while I have it?
Habits that have a high rate of return in life:
- sleeping 8+ hours each day
- lifting weights 3x week
- going for a walk each day
- saving at least 10 percent of your income
- reading every day
- drinking more water and less of everything else
- leaving your phone in another room while you work
Satan is not opposed to good morals.
He’s opposed to Jesus Christ.
Read that again because most Christians miss this completely.
Satan doesn’t care if you’re a “good person.” He doesn’t care if you volunteer at the food bank, recycle your trash, and help old ladies cross the street. He doesn’t care if you’re kind, generous, and well-liked by everyone in your community.
He cares that you don’t bow the knee to Jesus.
Here’s the deception that’s damning millions:
Satan has convinced people that morality equals spirituality. That being a “good person” is the same as being a Christian. That if you just live right, treat people well, and avoid the “big sins,” you’re acceptable to God.
This is a lie straight from the pit of hell.
The Pharisees had impeccable morals. They followed the law meticulously. They were respected, disciplined, and religiously devoted.
Jesus called them children of the devil.
Why? Not because their morals were bad. Because their morals replaced Christ.
Satan’s greatest trick isn’t making bad people worse. It’s making good people think they don’t need a Savior.
Think about it:
The atheist who feeds the homeless thinks he’s good enough without God.
The Buddhist who meditates and practices compassion thinks she’s enlightened without Christ.
The Muslim who prays five times daily thinks he’s righteous without Jesus.
The moral Christian who goes to church, pays his tithe, and avoids scandal thinks he’s saved without surrender.
All of them are headed to the same place: eternal separation from God.
Because morality doesn’t save. Jesus saves.
“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.” Ephesians 2:8-9
Satan loves moral people who reject Jesus. They’re his best advertisement for the lie that you can earn your way to heaven.
They’re living proof that you can:
•Be kind without Christ
•Be generous without God
•Be disciplined without the Holy Spirit
•Be respected without redemption
And still be lost.
The most dangerous people in hell won’t be the murderers and rapists. They’ll be the moral, upstanding citizens who thought their goodness was good enough.
Their morals became their idol. Their goodness became their god.
And Satan smiled because he’d accomplished his goal: Keep them from Jesus.
Here’s what most Christians don’t understand:
Satan doesn’t need to make you do bad things. He just needs to keep you from doing the ONE thing that matters: surrendering to Christ.
If he can get you to:
•Trust your morals instead of Christ’s sacrifice
•Rely on your goodness instead of God’s grace
•Believe in your works instead of Jesus’ finished work
He’s won.
You can live a moral life and still die lost. You can be a good person and still face judgment. You can avoid all the “big sins” and still end up separated from God forever.
Because the only sin that damns you eternally is rejecting Jesus Christ.
“He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.” John 3:36
Not the murderer who repents and believes in Christ is damned.
Not the thief who turns to Jesus on the cross is damned.
Not the prostitute who washes Jesus’ feet with her tears is damned.
The moral, religious person who rejects Christ is damned.
That’s why Satan loves morality without Jesus. It sends people to hell with a smile on their face, convinced they were good enough.
Stop trusting your morals. Start trusting Jesus.
Your goodness won’t save you. Your works won’t redeem you. Your morality won’t justify you.
Only the blood of Jesus Christ can wash away your sin and make you acceptable to a holy God.
Everything else is just Satan’s distraction from the one thing that actually matters.
—TBM
Well, I just got out of a FaceTime call with @ZacharyLevi.
What an incredible human.
I'm not gonna lie… coming out publicly for President Trump has been absolutely brutal on not just me, but our entire family.
Friends we’ve had for YEARS just... disowned us.
We've lost work because of what we believe.
We’ve been harassed online and in person.
And the worst part?
Even our 3 kids catch heat they never asked for… even though they don’t always see it, even though it often goes over their heads (thank God!).
But they were asleep in their beds when we got swatted, they remember.
It's no secret that my wife and I have looked at each other more than once and said, “Is this even worth it… if OUR KIDS are the ones paying the price too?”
It can be incredibly lonely sometime.
I say all that to say... holy crap, us talking with Zach was a breath of fresh air I didn't know I needed.
No performance. No lecture. Just a good man being kind. He listened, he asked questions.
WE TALKED FOR AN HOUR... he's insanely busy, and he talked to us for an hour.
It wasn’t even a political conversation.
It was just pure empathy and interest.
We talked about kids, work, history... honestly, I forgot I was talking to a freaking celebrity.
…because that's what kindness does, it just makes you remember the human in front of you
I walked out lighter.
Erin did too.
...we remembered WHY we chose to be honest in the first place.
Not because it’s easy or safe, but because it’s the ONLY WAY to live well.
Honesty might cost friends, gigs, comfort… but it buys peace.
It earns trust with our kids.
It lets you sleep at night and look people in the eye in the daylight.
I can’t control the noise out there, but I can live a life and build a home that tells the truth, loves other people, shows grace to critics, and keeps our hearts soft.
That’s the win. That’s living well. That's what I'm rooting for.
Thanks, @ZacharyLevi, for the reminder: more truth, more kindness, heads high.
We’ll be okay. ❤️
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Als George Floyd starb, organisierte BLM landesweite Unruhen, bei denen 25 Menschen getötet, 900 Polizisten verletzt und Schäden in Höhe von 2 Milliarden Dollar verursacht wurden
Als Charlie Kirk ermordet wurde, organisierten die Menschen Mahnwachen und sammelten Millionen von Dollar für seine Frau und seine beiden Kinder.
Finde den Unterschied.
Why Destiny’s player count is where it’s at:
Sunsetting: Some of the best content in the game? Gone. Can’t play it anymore.
Seasonal burnout: Same loop for years. It got old.
PvP ignored: Imagine if Edge of Fate dropped with 5 new maps, working anti-cheat, solid rewards, and an Iron Banner rework that actually felt like Trials (with a passage that takes you to the Iron Temple). Missed opportunity. Credit to Luke for that idea.
Over-monetized: Shader prices went from 40 to 300 Bright Dust in 2021. Not terrible alone, but stack that with paid expansions, seasons, dungeons, transmog, and Eververse skins that are overpriced... it’s too much for most players. Pretty sure Sparrow horns in D1 were RNG drops but also just $2 if you wanted one?
Lightfall letdown: We were sold a dark, serious expansion… and then we got neon Strand parkour, arcade vibes, followed by the reveal of The Witness that looked like Puss in Boots (very different than the vibes we got with Ghaul). Lightfall just didn’t hit like Forsaken, or even The Red War. Strand is still awesome though.
FOMO: Weekly check-ins, nonstop grind, limited-time stuff, people burned out and never came back. FOMO is normal in live service games, but we need to replace the players that left.
New player pain: People try the game and bounce. It’s overwhelming, and when they see the best stuff is vaulted, they’re like “nah, I’m good.” Sidenote: Alot of us have been playing so long that our kids are old enough to play now, which is wild stuff.
Build/meta pressure: A lot of people don’t want to do homework just to play a game. You can go casual, but you’ll get clowned for not knowing the meta or using the wrong gear. I like the research aspect of the game, but of course this isn't going to be for everyone.
People moved on: Life happens. Some people just want games they can pause and not think about every week. They want to escape what's going on in the world in the most chill way possibe.
Economy: Time’s tight, money’s tight. When a game takes this much of both, it’s easy to put it down.
Alright, what's missing?
(Warning: long rant)
My liberal friends are completely oblivious about how radicalizing the last week has been for tens of millions of normal Americans. Zero clue.
I’m not talking about people who are “online”; I mean regular, everyday Americans. “Normies.” People who scroll through Facebook posts and Instagram reels from the Dutch Bros drive thru line. Political moderates who have water cooler chats about Mahomes touchdowns and Bon Jovi concerts, not Twitter threads or Rachel Maddow monologues.
Millions of them. Tens of millions. They’re logging on, they’re engaging, and they’re furious.
And I’ll be candid: They blame you guys. They blame the left.
Regardless of whether you believe it to be justified, they think you’re the bad guys here. And they are reacting accordingly.
I can already hear some of you racing toward the comments to start screeching in moral indignation, so I’m going to be blunt: Shut up and listen to what I’m telling you. Your movement will lose any semblance of relevance if you don’t develop some small measure of self-awareness, and—absent someone force-feeding you bitter medicine—you guys collectively lack the humility to do this on your own.
Here are the facts:
Fact 1. Tens of millions of Americans started the week seeing a 23-year-old blonde woman—a young woman in whom virtually every parent watching pictured their own daughter—stabbed in the neck by a career criminal. These people then found out the murderer had been released from jail 14 times over.
Fact 2. Two days later, tens of millions of Americans watched a video of Charlie Kirk get murdered speaking to college students. Millions of these people knew who Charlie was; millions of them didn’t. Upon seeing the video, however, these normal Americans from across the land and across the political spectrum agreed that he was the victim of a terrible, fundamentally unjustifiable crime, and their hearts broke in sympathy for his family. Good people who had never even heard the name Charlie Kirk before wept.
Fact 3. Immediately after seeing the footage of a peaceful young man get shot in the neck, these same people logged onto Facebook and Instagram (remember, we are talking about regular Americans, not perpetually online Twitter or Bluesky users) and saw some of their local nurses, school teachers, college administrators, and retail workers celebrating this horrific crime. Not just defending it, but cheering it.
These are all facts. You may not like the implications of these facts, and we can certainly debate the underlying causes thereof, but, indisputably, they are nevertheless factual statements.
Here’s what it means for you, the Democrats reading this:
These normal, middle-of-the-road, non-political citizens just become politically active. They realized that politics cares about them, even if they don’t particularly care about politics. After watching Iryna Zarutska and Charlie Kirk both bleed out from the neck, they think their lives and the physical safety of their families—the bedrock of human society, the foundation of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs—depend on political activation, whether they desire it or not.
These people are now sprinting—not jogging, not walking, but racing—to the right. Because they blame you guys for everything that just happened.
When they see footage of Decarlos Brown stabbing a Ukrainian refugee to death, they don’t see just one demon-possessed man. They picture every university administrator, HR bureaucrat, and DEI apparatchik that ever lectured them about systemic racism, the “carceral state,” or the need to release violent crime suspects without bail in the name of social justice.
They then think back to conversations they’ve had with their cop friends—their buddy from high school who quit the force after getting tired of being called a racist, their friend at the local YMCA who vents about having to release career criminals because Soros-funded prosecutors aren’t willing to file charges—and they realize everything the left has told them over the last five years has been utter bullshit.
And they blame you. Because, even if you count yourself as a moderate Democrat, your party supported the district attorneys, city council members, and mayors that let fictitious concerns about mental health and racial justice supersede very real concerns for their family’s safety.
When these Americans see blood erupt from the side of Charlie Kirk’s neck, they don’t see just a martyred political activist. They think of every extreme leftist they’ve ever met who (1) calls anyone to the right of Hillary Clinton a fascist and (2) constantly jokes—“jokes”—about punching Nazis and “bashing the fash.”
They realize that there really do exist people who wish to see them dead for their moderately conservative political beliefs, their Christian faith, and even the color of their skin. They ask themselves if the violence visited upon Charlie might one day show up on their own doorstep.
And they blame you. Because, even if you’re just a center-of-the-road liberal, you lacked the courage to police your own ranks. You let modern-day Maoist red guards run loose across every facet of society, and what started with social-media struggle sessions has now turned to 30-06 bullet holes.
When these Americans log onto social media and see their neighbors justifying, celebrating, glorifying murder, they realize that some who walk among them are soulless ghouls at best, literally demon-possessed at worst. These people—whether they faithfully attend church every Sunday or only attend with relatives once a year, on Christmas Eve—start talking about things like spiritual warfare. They implicitly understand that no normal human casually celebrates the mortal demise of a peaceful person.
And they blame you. Because, even if you condemned Charlie Kirk’s murder, they probably haven’t seen you condemn those in your own movement who cheered it on. They view you as complicit in allowing heartless fellow travelers to celebrate death, and it repulses them.
For all of these situations, what has your response been? Nothing but bullshit.
In response to Iryna Zarutska bleeding out on the floor of a train, you post bullshit statistics about reductions in reported crime, when everyone who’s ever been to a major urban center in the last decade knows that actual crime has skyrocketed, only for victims not to waste their time reporting it to cops that don’t have the manpower to respond and prosecutors that seek to downgrade as many felonies as possible to misdemeanor citations.
In response to a 31-year-old man taking a bullet to the neck in front of his family, you post nothing but bullshit whataboutism.
> “What about January 6th?” (Honest answer: After you let Liz Cheney spend two years operating a star chamber in the House, combined with countless other failed attempts at “lawfare” against Trump, no one cares anymore.)
> “What about Mike Lee making a dumb joke on Twitter about some guy in a mask in Minnesota?” (No one outside of Utah, DC, or Twitter knows who Mike Lee even is.)
> “What about Paul Pelosi?” (That’s not comparable to Charlie Kirk getting shot, and we all know it. And, again, Paul who?)
> “What about regulations on assault rifles?” (That’s not going to get you very far when one of these killers used a knife and the other one used a common hunting rifle.)
In response to teachers, healthcare workers, and thousands of other liberals cheering on Charlie’s murder, it’s nothing but more bullshit and misdirection.
> “It’s not THAT many people celebrating!” (Yes, it is. Everyone has seen it on their Facebook and Instagram feeds.)
> “I thought you guys didn’t support cancel culture.” (We don’t cancel people over their opinions; we’re more than happy to see people lose their jobs—especially their taxpayer-funded jobs—for actively cheering on murder, though. If you can’t see the difference, that’s your own shortcoming.)
All bullshit. Not even smart bullshit, but stale, mid-grade, low-IQ bullshit. Ordinary Americans see right through it, and they don’t like how it smells.
You probably don’t like hearing this. But you need to hear it.
Because I’m right, and, as you reflect on this, you know I’m right. The ranks of my political movement gained millions of righteously angry new members this week. We have a mandate to ensure these crimes never happen again, and that’s exactly what we are now going to do.
If you want to keep a seat at the table as we do so, you’d better clean house and start policing your own.
The Cross Still Offends
The bullet tore the air in half.
A folding chair rattled. A Bible dropped. A young man slumped sideways beneath a white event tent, eyes wide with the weight of eternity.
It was supposed to be a conversation. A “prove me wrong” segment. But this time, rebuttal came not with words, but with a rifle.
Charlie Kirk didn’t get to finish his sentence.
I got the news just before prayer meeting. I contemplated this death as I prepared to lead the saints in prayer. But I didn’t feel like praying. Not tonight. My hands were still. My mouth was ready. But my soul was pacing. Angry. Grieving. Tempted.
Tempted to grow quiet.
Tempted to sit this one out.
Tempted to wonder if any of this, faith, boldness, public gospel witness, is still worth it.
Because hatred in this country isn’t simmering anymore. It is boiling.
Europe is trembling. Israel is burning. Rockets lit the sky over Gaza again. And now, here on American soil, the blood of a Christian apologist paints the pavement of a university quad.
What do you do with that?
What do you say when courage gets gunned down in daylight?
Charlie Kirk was no perfect man. None of us are.
But he had backbone where most of us don’t anymore. He was a believer. Unashamed. Unafraid. He understood that real conversations only happen when truth is welcome at the table. And the truth he carried most was Christ.
He brought the gospel into public space on purpose. Because the gospel isn’t supposed to stay in church basements and private Bible studies. It is meant to confront. It is supposed to offend. It was not made for safety.
The Word became flesh and they nailed Him to a tree.
So of course they came for Charlie.
Of course they reached for a gun.
This is what evil does when it runs out of arguments. It doesn’t reason. It kills.
That’s the part that catches in my throat. Not just the sadness, but the strategy of hell behind it.
The Enemy wants us afraid.
He wants us to see what happened to Charlie and backpedal.
He wants the rest of us to whisper, to soften the message, to believe the lie that faith should stay private.
But Christ never whispered.
He preached in temples, on hillsides, in courtrooms, at dinner tables.
And when they told Him to be quiet, He picked up His cross.
Not a symbolic one.
A real one.
Heavy. Bloody. Splintered.
When Jesus said, “Follow Me,” He didn’t hand out maps. He handed out crosses.
That’s what I remembered tonight.
I sat in our prayer space, surrounded by saints who had brought prayer lists and worn Bibles. And I realized I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I wanted to lead them into battle. Not with banners or fists, but with open Bibles and tear-stained prayers.
The kind of war that kneels in gravel beside the wounded, hands them living water, and refuses to leave. The kind that speaks both mercy and judgment without flinching. The kind Charlie died for.
This world is not a friend to grace. But grace isn’t fragile.
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?”
Paul didn’t leave that question unanswered.
“Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?”
—Romans 8:35
He piles up every fear you and I carry and then sets them on fire.
“No. In all these things we are more than conquerors.”
That means bullets don’t win. Slander doesn’t win. Prison bars don’t win. Death doesn’t win.
You can lose everything in this world and still walk into glory with your head lifted high. Because the love of God in Christ Jesus isn’t suspended by headlines or gunfire.
There are two worlds unfolding right now.
The one you see.
And the one you don’t.
One is filled with chaos. The other is filled with crowns.
I believe that when Charlie Kirk’s body slumped to the concrete, his soul stood upright in heaven. Not limping. Not silenced. Not stunned. But crowned.
He didn’t fall.
He crossed.
The great cloud of witnesses gained another voice.
And I wonder if Stephen met him there.
The first martyr.
The man who got stoned for preaching what the crowd didn’t want to hear.
The man who, in his final breath, saw the heavens open.
The only time in all of Scripture we see Jesus standing at the right hand of God, rising to receive one of His own.
I like to believe He stood again.
Are you afraid?
Do you feel the tremble in your spirit?
Do you wonder if it’s still worth it to speak boldly, to carry your Bible, to preach the gospel in a world that doesn’t just disagree but wants you gone?
You’re not alone.
You’re not weak for feeling that.
But you are called to something stronger than silence.
Don’t let fear become your theology.
The cost is high. But the reward?
The reward is Christ. And He’s not a concept. He’s a King.
Heaven is not empty.
It is filled with scarred saints who refused to bow to fear.
Men who were stoned.
Women who were burned.
Children who sang while the flames climbed.
And every last one of them arrived.
There is no difficulty that can cancel the promise of God.
There is no persecution that can derail your destination.
There is no sniper’s bullet that can separate a soul from Christ.
Your life is not measured by how long you live on earth, but by how much of it was spent pointing to heaven.
Paul said, “I have fought the good fight… I have kept the faith.”
Then he looked toward the reward.
Not a monument. Not a mention in history books.
But a crown.
Handed to him by the One with nail marks still in His hands.
So let me say this clearly.
We do not mourn like the world mourns.
We do not write eulogies dripping with sentiment.
We sing songs of resurrection.
We carry the banner of a Kingdom that does not tremble.
Charlie Kirk did not die for nothing.
He died carrying the same message you and I must now carry forward.
The cross stands tall.
The tomb is still empty.
And the gospel has not lost one ounce of power.
So pick up your cross.
Wipe your eyes.
And keep going.
The crown is worth it.
The King is coming.
And there’s still time to speak.
Even if they shoot.
Lord, give us courage.
And if not safety, give us joy.
For we carry not just the message, but the marks.
And You are worth every bruise.