YOU ARE PLAYING TOO SMALL
Stop thinking like a brokie. Eliminate limitations. "I can't do this." "This isn't for me." Dream big. Be delusional. Everything is within your reach. Infinite potential. Countless opportunities. Lock in for 6 months. Escape the permanent underclass. Break the generational curse. Become the person your ancestors would be proud of. Isolate yourself until you start winning.
The belief that you don't deserve to live the way you've always wanted was programmed into you by other people.
Family members. Friends. Society.
Don't let other people's misery affect your vision.
You can achieve anything, and you know it.
If you're actually getting laid organically (meaning outside an LTR or marriage or paying for it), you're already part of the elite.
I'm talking about top-5% at least.
Most guys online aren't even getting laid, they're theory-only, and liltte more than angry dudes who hate women.
The rest get what they can get through paying sky-high prices for pussy (most commonly through marriage, cohabitation, simping, and mongering).
So if you're one of those guys getting it "just like that," EVEN if it's with a mid, you already belong to the elite.
Do you know how many guys out there DON'T even have it in them do close a mid if their lives depended on it!?
Ur gonna have stress with a normal job wondering if you’ll get fired or age out. Gonna have stress running a side biz. Gonna have stress running a big biz. Emotionally the stress ALL FEELS THE SAME. Ergo, make sure you have the biggest upside possible for those sleepless nights.
You might have already realized that talk therapy almost never works & self-help stuff are mostly useless.
If you arrived at this place, you're ready to dive into the world of the body & nervous system. Real emotions & really feeling stuff. There's no other way out.
I find the Reich-Lowen-Pierrakos lineage to be highly, criminally underrated. First pic below is a good intro (getting denser from top to bottom) and the second pic is more experiential/actual stuff you can do. Theoria & praxis.
The main risk is going too fast or alone, which could actually cause real problems. I myself have always been not so cautious about these types of warnings, and went too fast, too deep & can honestly say, there's literally zero need to go too hard, too fast. It's just not smart. Don't do it. Take it easy. These are overpowered anyways, take your time & listen to your body.
Worst thing you could do would be to read/research these and not apply anything (or overindex on types/theory in general) - the whole point is to get out of your head & into the body! Terrifying, I know. Take it easy & focus on max enjoyment.
.@danawhite says one of the keys to longevity is to block out all negativity:
“There's this Bruce Lee quote where he says, ‘Never say negative things about yourself or what you're working on even if you're joking, because your body doesn't know the difference.’”
“I never take in any negativity.”
“It never even crosses my mind that something's not going to work. I just keep going until it does work.”
I say this to my kids all the time. Do it for the plot. Do it for the story. Tell yourself if it all goes wrong it will just be a funny story. Ironically job interviews, dates, and public speaking go better anyway if you're just happy to be there and not overthinking it!!
Your brain has 'progress blindness', which is why you probably quit stuff that would have worked (or will work)
cutting (losing weight) is good example. You can be 25 lbs down, you genuinely can't see that you're leaner some days. You're like "fuck, am I fat again?". But you're literally 30 lbs down. It is *actually* sometimes invisible
Most stuff you want is like this. You progress, then it gets blurry and you're unsure if you're progressing, and then a big swoop happens and you're like "fuck yeah" or "okay, i am definitely going forward".
Key is to attach moreso to the PROCESS & the ACTIONS. "am i doing the right actions, and should these theoretically get me to where I want to go?"
If answer is yes, you are on right path, regardless of what it 'appears' as. All you can do is control INPUTS, and you are GIVEN the outputs. "the ether delivers when your inputs are worthy". Not in a mystical sense, in a cause/effect sense
The war is getting the inputs in. Find a way to inject them into existence, and then do it again & again & again
You can wake up one day and decide you're done being the person who kept sabotaging your own life. no big breakthrough. no perfect moment. just a decision to become someone who wins. a decision that they were done being the version of themselves that kept losing. done being the version who kept looking for the perfect time. they just start. they work 12 hours a day, they show up when it’s boring, they show up even when nothing is working and quitting would be the most logical thing to do. they just kept showing up
most people never get there. not because they’re not capable. but because they kept waiting. waiting for motivation. waiting for permission. waiting for someone to believe in them first. the people who change their lives don’t wait for any of that. they just close the door, do the work, and stay consistent long enough for the results to have no choice but to show up. no luck is coming. no one is coming.
it’s just you, the decision you made, and how long you’re willing to stay in the room before the room starts changing around you.
stop waiting. stop overthinking. stop asking if you’re ready. you already know what to do. just keep showing up, do the work, and repeat until your life has no other choice but to change
I cannot stress this enough: be you man or woman, when you find someone who is *TRULY GREAT* you must obsess over them and lock them down. This is not desperation in so much as it is recognition. Do not let a beautiful soul pass you by. Tether yourselves to each other.
Men have absolutely no idea what the majority of good women find attractive. The world is not a fucking MMO, you cannot min/max. Height? Income? Women are fucking psychic bro, they don't care about the color of your tailfeathers.
Coked up degenerates in religious psychosis get laid or have more loving relationships than you because that freak is living from his own center. You aren't. It does not matter that it is destructive or insane. It is his destruction, his own insanity. He is free and untamed, you do tricks learned from 4chan, Reddit, Tumblr, Discord, and whatever other nonsensical hive of rejects like a crippled circus elephant. Just be yourself. Just, be, yourself. In Buddhism there is a concept of the 'original face', it is who you were before you were born, before anything was imprinted on you, before you inherited all of the karma of circumstances. Most men walk around a compartmentalized mess wondering why they feel like they are going crazy, wondering why creating more masks don't seem to resolve their misery. The drug addict, the criminal, the schizo, the artist, they've at least glimpsed at their original face, even if through a cracked mirror. That 'glimpse', that's 'it'. That's swag. Women are not attracted to confidence. They are attracted to those who exist, who inhabit reality, their own reality, not just a mirage that is shambled through whilst following another person's script. The norse concept is called 'hamingja', the power that radiates from people when they are aligned with their fate, their doom, their wyrd. It was said to be impossible to fake, it was the electricity of one who had found their true wyrd and was living it unashamedly. Warriors would switch sides midbattle to follow someone with stronger hamingja, women do the same thing.
What makes Achilles attractive is that he chose his own life, his own dharma, over a long an mediocre one. This is what women are attracted to. It is not that his life was glorious and that he was great, that is merely a consequence of him following his dharma. The Greeks called this 'thumos', the part of the soul that desires recognition and autonomy. Contemporary society destroys this in men, and it is a great shame, replacing it with domesticated "good behavior".
Imagine two guys, both NEETs
"I don't work because I don't want to"
"I don't work and I hate myself for it"
The first one has 'it', the latter does not.
a man being submissive bc it turns him on = alpha
a man being submissive cus he has emotional issues and feels bad = cringe and beta
a man who is not working cus he doesnt want to work = alpha
a man who is not working and feels like a failure cus of it = beta idiot
an ugly man who doesnt give a fuck and owns it = alpha
an ugly man who cares about it and is clearly insecure = into the mines
like a man who slaves away bc he wants to get enough money to cash out = alpha
a man who slaves away bc thats just how he was raised and slaving away gives him a sense of worth = beta idiot
Men struggle with realizing that women are attracted to internal motivations not external realities
you can have 100 men and on paper they're all the same but 50 are internalized and 50 are externalized and women will overwhelmingly go for the ones who are internalized even if you made it like so the internalized men are less wealthy and less attractive. You can be the most submissive effeminate man in the world and still have big dick alpha mode energy if its because YOU want it. You can be broke, ugly, awkward, whatever, that which is authentically yours will work without effort. Sure some people wont like you, in fact many people might not, but this increases the quality, you get someone who will love you authentically, and will not grow disappointed with you. The second you're doing ANYTHING because of some external pressure, because someone told you this is what women want. You're already fucked dawg. You're gone. You're a spirit. And women can see spirits. Most men these days have "the sickness unto death", they are so fucking alienated that they have become hungry ghosts, walking dead. That's most men these days, and we all know it to be true. Women evolved for millions of years to detect genetic fitness, you think they cannot smell spiritual rot? That uncanny feeling they get around you is their soul recognizing that you don't have one.
The "nice guy" is not nice, it is a simulacrum of niceness because he believes courtesy to be currency. When the social vending machine doesn't dispense pussy for masturbation, he rages, and post about how women are evil online. An actual nice person is nice because that is who they are. Women are keen about this difference, they can tell, they've likely been dealing with creepy freaks their entire lives.
You -want- it to be about your height, your jaw, your money, your dick size because deep inside you know that those absolve you of responsibility, it lets you tell the story of "its not my fault". Oh, but it is your fault. Yet this hurts, you cannot admit that you've been spiritually neutered by society and you're walking around like an NPC following dialogue trees and working on algebraic logic. That would mean you need to actually do something hard, that means that you need to dig your soul out from the shallow grave that you shot it into. Most men are doing all of these assortment of things for reasons that are not their own, working jobs they hate for approval they do not even want, being nice to avoid conflict, lifting weights because internet man told them to, every single move calculated for external validation. You are the last man! Comfortable, safe, optimized for intra-male social approval, and completely spiritually castrated. "We have invented happiness" you say, yet women yearn for Zarathustra, for the one who creates his own world. This is why every girl has a story about falling for some insane artist or musician who lived in a van. He may have been bonkers, sure, but he was ALIVE!
Wanna know why artists musicians druggies and criminals can find love and you cannot? It is not because women are stupid or that they love suffering and danger. It is because those men, despite all of their flaws, are living from their own center, and that is the single most attractive thing to many women that a man can do. They see the -potential- in them, where those who are successful on paper yet have no -potential- lack. One would be able to survive apocalypse, the women thinks, the other would not. Those men's destructive lifestyles are authentic, your safe lifestyle is performative. Tristian and Isolde did not fall in love because Tristian was a good provider or that he was tall and handsome, though he very well may have been, they drank a love potion, but what was the potion really to us? The dissolution of social identity. They were no longer knight and queen, just raw meeting raw. That is what women want, not the social role you are playing, but what happens when all those roles dissolve. Tristian chose love and death over a safe life. That choice echoes in the blood of every woman.
A jobless philosopher who genuinely does not give a fuck about money is infinitely more attractive than an insecure beta banker who hates his life but likes his stupid BMW. The philosopher owns his reality, the banker is owned by it. Diogenes lived in a clay pot and told Alexander the Great to go fuck himself, and yet Alexander himself said "If I were not I, I would want to be Diogenes". Women understand the difference between authentic power over performed power.
Women are not attracted to what you have, they're attracted to why you have it. They can smell the difference between:
money earned from passion vs money earned from fear
muscles built from joy vs muscles built from insecurity
kindness from love vs kindness from manipulation
intelligence deployed freely vs intelligence performed for approval
Every woman has PhD in reading the gap between who you are and who you are pretending to be. The only person you are fooling is yourself. This is evolutionary, for millions of years picking the wrong mate meant death, not only for her, but her offspring as well. Women have been equipped with exquisite detection for the difference between real strength and performed strength, real resources and borrowed ones, real protection and fake bravado. Their ancestors who could not tell the difference aren't anyone's ancestors because they never reproduced. The ones left are survivors who can smell authenticity like sharks smell blood.
"She's trying to change me" No you fucking moron, she sees your potential and she loves you. When you're just hunting, women love your chaos. When they love you, they want you alive and healthy, you've already passed the mate fitness ritual, you're in, for now. Men who cannot handle this are simply telling on themselves, they only process relationships as zero sum power struggles because they've never experienced real love and care. Read the fucking Iliad. When Achilles loses Patroclus he crashes the fuck out. Sobbing screaming refusing to eat. The greatest warrior who ever lived we are told this. Yet this reveals something inherently true, real strength includes the capacity for authentic and radical vulnerability. You can only be wrecked by loss if you were grounded in the first place. Modern men are so defended against pain that they've become defended against love.
Women want to know you could be a thing. Could. Not that you are one, not even that you are trying to be one. Just that the potential exists, latent, in your being. That if the world needed it, if -she- needed it, you could rise. Why do women still love Genghis Khan 800 years later? Read his biography. Orphaned, enslaved, betrayed, left for dead. He had every right to be the world's ultimate doomer, your life is not even a fraction as terrible as his was. He said fuck karma and rewrote history. He did not start trying to conquer the world though, his conquest began with his conquest of surviving on his own terms, his conquest was merely what happens when someone with infinite will meets infinite opposition. Women smell that potential in you, and its absence.
You must have what in Buddhism is called the 'beginner's mind', a mind with no preconceptions. Every women is unconsciously asking "If civilization collapsed could this man create his own place or would he just die?" This hypothetical reveals who is running on their own power versus those who have simply plugged themselves into the social matrix. It is not possible to fake potential, you cannot perform it. It either exists because you've maintained your inner light, or it doesn't because you try so hard to be what others want you to be.
Stop asking "what do women want". Ask yourself, "what do I want". And I mean really, really want. Not what you think you should want, not what you are programmed to want, not what would impress your parents, strangers on the internet, or your friends. What do YOU want? Most of you have truly no fucking clue. You're attracted to women who look like instragram or tiktok girls because that is what you are supposed to want, you're pursuing careers that make you want to kill yourself because that is just how life is. You are performing a veneer of confidence because that is how people online said it works. Sartre called this nonsense "bad faith" pretending that you have no choice either which way to avoid the even more terrifying responsibility of freedom. Every "I have to" or "I must" is a lie you tell to yourself. You could choose to be homeless tomorrow, pursue your passion, but you do not, our of fear, which is fine, but stop pretending like it is not a choice, it is a choice, one that you are actively making every single day. Women sense bad faith like animals may sense earthquakes, both relate to fundamental structural instability.
Be real or die. Not real like "bro I'm just being honest" when you're being a dick. Real like aligned, grounded, centered, integrated. Real like your outside matches your inside and your actions reveals your desires. In the past they used to say that when a man's wordhoard was misaligned from his deedhoard that they would lose their wyrd, and with that, their luck. Most men's words and deeds are completely disconnected to the point where the majority of men may have a stronger case of DID than most people online saying they have it. You say you want adventure but choose security, you say you value freedom but build cages to live in. This disconnect is what makes you invisible to others, you're not whole and thus cannot be seen. Your careful externally maintained sanity is likely the most insane thing about you.
Let me be clear, we've been talking about 'what women want' but this is not about women, this is about being a fucking human being, about being alive. This is about YOU. The women part is just what naturally happens when you decide to stop being a ghost and step into being a human.
Most mens mission is being in good shape, most mens mission is how good their little emotions feel and how pristine they are, most men live their lives constantly preserving themselves for battles they never accept and battles they never FIGHT
This is a failure, you need some form of protocol when you’re realising you’re drifting from optimal perfromance and progress cadence where you just drop everything else and start absolutely rattling off AK rounds at the metallic door that is blocking your ascent until you have exhausted everyclip, cut out everything that is not the MAIN levers that are going to enable you to slice through the mountain of difficulty with laser sharp aggressive robust and potent focus
YOU HAVE TO PENETRATE THE SPIRIT OF WHAT YOU WANT WITH POTENT AGGRESSIVE ACTION. YOU WILL ONLY EVER BE THIS YOUNG AND CAPABLE ONCE IN YOUR LIFE; EXHAUST THE VITALITY CLIP
It is also a law of action that movement; momentum and inertia produces more force rather than less, once you have the engines working as they should you start gaining energy from your own energy providing your attacking high leverage worthwhile outcomes then it’s a constant upward energetic spiral
WHERE IS YOUR DESIRE TO ENGAGE WITH WAR
"How do i blast through this thick layer of invisi-jelly suppressing my natural essence?"
You attack directly, in literal & specific situations. Meaning, you see girl, you want to talk to her. So you GO. And when when you say hi, you sound like a little suppressed basement dweller, so you go "wow, i should probably fix how I sound". So then you fix your Hi's. "HEY". "HELLO". You learn how to pierce the vail of your own BS until you "find it".
Applies to everything. You want to WRITE, but you sound like a little PC-sanitized corporate bot. You try to express, but all you see is MLA format rules your 3rd grade teacher hand slapped into your fingtertips when you were 12. "oh shit, i don't like this".
So what do you do? You fucking write. Over & over & over again. You look at the sentence. "is this me?". You look at the paragraph. "is this ME?". And where it isn't, you delete, and you re-do it with YOU.
You must realize how many micro-activities of this exist. Trillions. Probably infinite. You'll never get to all of them. So all you do is look at your life NOW, and what you're doing NOW, and start there. "is what i'm doing now, me or not". And if it's not, you FORCE yourself to come out in this moment. This is grabbing the machete and chopping the fuck through the sludge. Being yourself is CONTINUAL WAR. It is the hardest thing there is. And what nobody tells you is how aggressive you have to be just to get out of the jellybubble of conditioning/shame/shit that is stuck in the crevices of where YOU should be. You just gotta go in & clean it out. Gotta chop thru it & poke into the open air.
But the beautiful part is YOU can design it. YOU get to build yourself into who you want. "do i like this? Is this ME?". If answer is no, you can grab the hammer&nail & BUILD what you want. You can chip INTO the stew, break it apart, and throw it the fuck away. And all that's left is you.
Then what happens is you eventually develop a 'stew identifier system'. You become highly aware of when you take an action that ISNT you, say something that ISNT YOU (which is just repeating something you heard with no thought, like 99.99999% do), ACT something that isn't you
You become hyper-aware of the foreign energy surrounding you & inside you. "hmm... this isn't me, goodbye". You quite literally take out every single brick, look at it, and replace it with YOUR brick
Bouyant as fuck. Exploding with color. Radiating with the essence of your fucking soul. Built by hand from the absolute shit-stained rubble of the darkest fucking trenches. Clawed out & up, built brick by brick, arm never stopping as you slash yourself free from the bullshit. Exploding, re-building, repeating. Crafting the man/woman you were always destined to become. "THIS IS ME, AND I WILL CLAIM MY RIGHTFUL SPACE IN THE LIGHT. ALL THAT ISN'T ME WILL BE ELIMINATED".
Welcome to the party.