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So you want relationship advice, young man…

As I said, y’all gone and picked a weird agony uncle, but whatever… so here goes.

Generics

  • This is mostly aimed at the same 18-24 year old Zyklons I wrote about earlier, but may apply to some millennials and some of the advice even to others. I know most of them are essentially illiterate, but maybe a father, uncle, or older brother that can read will find this post and pass it on to them. Or transcribe it to audio, whatever.
  • It is mostly meant for European descent males. Whether in Europe, North America, Russia, or wherever else they may be.
  • It is mostly meant for Purebloods, who I recommend very strongly breed only with other purebloods. Muties should stick to muties. I have explained why previously, but basically, this is the safest way to ensure that if there is to be a Pureblood continuation, it makes it, and if there are to be some mutants that naturally evolve to survive as a stable future line, that they do so too. It is the way of Gamma World. Deal with it.
  • Your feelings don’t matter to reality, or to me. The sooner you learn that and learn to deal with reality, the sooner you can begin to learn to have your feelings in the privacy of your own home with those who love you and whom you love. And yet learn to be disciplined enough to not let your feelings rule your actions or your reactions. And if you do not yet have a loving home, then guess what; that’s what I’m trying to do here, teach you how to make one of your own.

Axioms

Look that word “axioms” up. Seriously. I’ll tell you, but do it anyway. These are fundamental realities that are absolutely true. Your accepting them as such or not is irrelevant to me, but will make a big difference to how you live your life and if you end up happy or miserable and if you ever get to 99 years old and a decent rocking chair to reflect on your past.

  • Winning is achieved by having a long marriage that produces multiple children who inherit from you all you can manage to create and accumulate for them before you die.
  • The Catholic dogma of no divorce, and marriage being primarily for the production, raising, and education of healthy, strong children is the most correct and objectively successful model throughout the entire history of humanity. Adopt it, regardless of your belief in Catholicism or not.
  • Research what r/K selection models are. Be a K. Raise your children to be K. Avoid r. Teach your children to avoid r.
  • Men and women are not equal, never have been, never will be, and never should be. Statistically, historically, and objectively, those relationships that work best are where the man lovingly leads, and the woman lovingly follows, with mutual respect and due care for their roles. Again, the Catholic model for this is objectively the best, most successful and head and shoulders above every other model humanity has come up with. It produces the most joyous, successful, and happy families, and societies.
  • When I say Catholic I mean, of course, actually Catholic, which today means Sedevacantist, and ONLY Sedevacantist. Do not ass-u-me that Bergoglio, the Vatican or ANYONE that in ANY WAY tolerates ANYTHING related to the Novus Ordo or Vatican II is a Catholic. They are not. If “clergy” they are knowing impostors working for Satanic ends. If laypeople at BEST they are lazy, deceived, ignorants. If you don’t know what a Sedevacantist is, pick up BELIEVE! And read it. It only takes about 2 hours and costs $10. And don’t worry, it won’t bore you with much theology, it’s been described as being written by a “Theologian-Berserker”. You’ll laugh.
  • Your generation has been lied to at a deeper, more fundamental level than possibly any generation before you. The deprogramming will be tough and may cause pain. Do it anyway. Yes, waking up from the Matrix sucks, but reality beats fake all the time. Always. All the history you have been taught is a lie. All the things you have been taught to tolerate are lies and you should not tolerate them at all. The future economic landscape for you is best described as post-apocalyptic. That said, there can be some opportunities in such a landscape if you deal with reality and are flexible. They will most likely not look like “traditional” jobs. Maybe you’ll make your fortune selling heirloom seeds of actual plants. I don’t know, you’ll need to figure it out, things move fast and my focus is elsewhere at the moment. Be aware of the lies you have been told. Peel them back like an onion.
  • NEVER, trust: Politicians, Lawyers, Policemen, Doctors. Do some good ones exist? Sure. Very few and far between, but guess what, they don’t mind you checking their stories out. Because anyone in any of those professions who is not corrupt to the bone, knows without a doubt that most in those professions are.

Alright then, now we got that out the way, let’s start:

The Basics

1. Read the other posts I already linked to above and use the Search Me link on the right to look for similar terms and posts.

2. The objective is to win. You do that by getting to 99 on your rocking chair having avoided jail, gold-digging whores, divorce, death, loneliness and all the shit that clown world will throw at you, and having an army of grandchildren and possibly great-grandchildren, all aware of clown world, armed to the teeth against it in every conceivable way, and happy, and joyous, and themselves going on to conquer more of our God’s green Earth out from under the pedophile, deviant scum that has robbed us of it.

3. You’re bound to fuck up along the way. It happens. Dust yourself off, get up, and carry on. I know what I’m talking about. I bought into some of the lies, everyone does, because we are born on this Earth, which is under the dominion of the Prince of Lies, and it had its impact on me.

Just as a short and very incomplete highlights list:

  • I didn’t even want kids (the world is too ugly!)
  • I didn’t believe in marriage until my 30s and then only as a secular kind of thing (the true spark was still buried deep).
  • With no thought as to how to select a wife except my passions, I picked badly. So: divorced.
  • Then I went through a lot of women as if they were disposable, which is wrong, aside from the fact a lot of them acted very much as if they were disposable.
  • I selected the next wife on secular principles rather than faith based ones and chose spectacularly badly.
  • I only realised having children was a good thing in my 40s.
  • And I went on to have a child with the second wife. The child is the only good thing that came of that, as her true nature revealed itself quite quickly after marriage and exponentially so after my daughter was born.
  • Second divorce. With rather more traumatic and long term consequences, I have partially described elsewhere. As a result I essentially lost access to my daughter for 8 years and for five of those it was pretty permanently. It’s fine now, my daughter lives with me and is an awesome young girl, but we both went through hellish times.
  • It took literally a road to Damascus moment to prove to me that God not only exists but cares about every single one of us personally. Smarter or calmer men have achieved that knowledge by the simple and correct use of reason, even if perhaps with a lower IQ, their steady and reasonable thinking led them to be proper Catholics. Tony has written a few short books that in part describe his journey. This one was particularly enjoyable to read. He was 26 or so when he wrote it. It’s true that at his age I had written The Face on Mars (since updated) but at 26 I was basically spending my time punching people and being punched, having a gun on me at all times, because I worked in what is euphemistically called the “security” sector, and my philosophy of life was mostly limited to contemplating how to best apply Go Rin No Sho and Hagakure to life on this gay Earth I found myself on. The cyberpunk version of a samurai seemed to be the only reasonable way.
  • Even then I only got baptised 4 years after I knew God was real. Because I didn’t particularly care about my immortal soul and my curiosity and lack of concern for myself led me to still work in a “commercial investigator” rather than a “people investigator” for a time.
  • I never saved in my life, as I didn’t particularly care too much about anything like a legacy, as I had not even thought about children until my 40s
  • In this time before baptism, while I did save for the first time in my life, I only did so sporadically, because although I had a daughter, I didn’t know if I would ever see her again before she would be an adult.
  • And I still consorted with women that were beyond wrong for me, and I knew it, but I did so anyway because, I was curious, unconcerned with any damage it could cause me personally, and in part also because I had some compassion. Misplaced though it was. I tried to not judge anyone in particular as being beyond redemption, thinking how wrong I had been about life; my absent knowledge of God for so long. You can wander down some pretty nasty paths that way.
  • Against all odds, I did marry again, properly and in Church for the first time, and we did indeed begin the process of a proper family with children. At the threshold of age 50. And I now have 3 children with my wife, all under age 4. Is it good? YES. But would it have been better if both me and her had our heads screwed on right and had started say 10 or 15 years earlier? Yes. It was impossible for us, and would not have worked any other way than it did, but ideally, yes. Because let me tell you, the energy levels are not the same even if by most standards I am well beyond the average level of fitness. Especially if you have no pension, a farm to try to get up and running, and still need to earn enough to feed everyone because the savings are gone into getting the farm.
  • I don’t have a pension and my “plan” sounds insane to most, as I aim to create a sedevacantist community where I live that can hold its own against whatever Clown World decides to come up with next.

So the point is, when you do fuck up, just dust yourself off and get up again. And keep getting up. No one learnt how to walk without falling over hundreds or thousands of times. So just get up again. And don’t listen too much to the ideas others have about what you should or should not do. Especially ignore the critics that have done nothing of their own lives.

4. Keep away from the big mistakes. The main one is drugs. They don’t lead to anything good ever in the long run. The escape they provide is the biggest lie of all and it only leads you to a place from which there is no escape. They invariably cause damage that is mostly unrepairable, and what damage can be overcome, is not easy to do. They rob you of a real life and they provide nothing that a natural high can’t give you. The artificial, extreme high drugs give you comes with an inverse tax on your body. There is no free lunch and no free high. The depressive stage that comes after the high lasts a lot longer than any high you get and over time becomes a pattern of your psychology.

5. Stay out of jail. Usually that means to mostly not do stuff that can land you in it. But if you did end up there, life is not over yet. Survive, get out and determine yourself to never go back.

6. Learn to control your feelings and your passions. And if some do rule you, try to overcome them over the years.

7. Since the aim is to win, which means to get to age 99, on your rocking chair, surrounded by grandchildren, possibly great-grand children and knowing you left your own children enough of an inheritance that they can later build on and pass on to their own children. That means you need to find a wife if you are a man, or a husband if you are a woman, anything else is a lie and ends nowhere good, and make children with them. Live a long life together, as happy and pleasant as you can make it, while raising strong, positive, capable children that will make for excellent adults who will in turn go on to have successful marriages and families. Since that is the aim, where and how you find your wife or husband is not as important as how you treat and act with them. Most women will follow the man they think they are in love with. Few women will actually know that they are really in love with a specific man. Most women will believe themselves to be deeply in love with any man that gives them three consecutive orgasms each time they have sex, every day in a row for a week. Most men, are usually better able to discern when they are actually in love with a woman, but they too can be confused by plentiful and imaginative sex. The thing is that in a relationship that is based on secular principles the sex is extremely pivotal, and the relationship will not last long if the sex is bad or lacking for at least one of the two. But sex takes on a different quality when the focus is family and children and a shared religious faith. It is still an important part of a relationship, to be sure, and one that is in every way superior to the merely secular aspect of it, but it is not the central pivot of it. And even for those of us that may be more demanding in that department, it is relatively easy for a wife or husband that is indeed family oriented, to satisfy their partner as long as they have a modicum of imagination and functioning libido. Since the focus is the overall harmony of the household, the act of procreation is in any case not a chore, for either the husband or wife, but rather, part of the creating of harmony between them that literally creates their family.

8. Keep the above in mind when you consider the ubiquitous amounts of pornography, fake romance narratives you are constantly fed in films and TV shows, random hook-up culture, and jaded, black-pilled attitudes. (((They))) want you degenerate, lonely, disconnected, depressed and despairing of any hope of finding anyone to have a good life with. That is what they want. Beat them. Beat the odds. Win.

9. Save by buying land you can build on, in a good location, or property. Add to it as you can in your 20s and 30s and 40s. If I had done that I would be retired and able to spend even more time writing, playing with my children or doing whatever I want, instead of busting my ass every day (at least I am still doing it more or less on things I choose rather than are chosen for me). Build tangible assets and raise your children to manage and grow your assets so that they can leave more of it to their own children. And teach them to defend it from predation and warn them of the parasites of society.

10. Be reasonable and charitable with the weak and those who deserve it, but be ready to drop it all at a second’s notice and become merciless and implacable with the evil ones. We are in the current shit-show planet we are because weak men allowed it to get here. Don’t be one of them. I try to be a reasonable and charitable person most of the time, but woe betide anyone who tries to harm someone I love or acts in certain unjust and unacceptable ways in my presence.

That’s all for now. If you have specific questions leave a comment or ping me an email. Comments are preferred as the lessons from them may help others who read them.

    Why PUAs suck. And always have sucked.

    Bear with me a minute, (or 30, this is long. Impossibly so for most millennials) because in order to really drive this point home, it is necessary to understand the origins of the problem, which are far-removed enough from the rotting fruit that most never even have a clue about it.

    Have you ever read any G.K. Chesterton? If you have, you’ll be familiar with his style of presenting some preposterous thing in one phrase, and then, go on in a few paragraphs to prove his point in an undeniable fashion. The man was absolutely brilliant at it and I often say that had I come across his writings in my twenties instead of after I was already a Catholic, I may have become one a lot sooner.

    Now, I am no Chesterton, not by a very, very long shot, as anyone that has read my Believe! will be able to attest, nevertheless, that little book has resulted in over a hundred people converting to proper Catholicism (Sedevacantism), so, while I am but a butcher to Chesterton’s refined sushi preparations, I must serve a purpose too.

    And the title of this post is going to be a bit of a “preposterous” or at least “well, you’re totally wrong” proposition for a lot of the people that might stumble across this.

    Especially the zombie army of complete fuckwits like Andrew Tate. So. As I said: bear with me a minute. And no, this will not be some long, drawn out, moralistic diatribe with Bible verses scattered throughout. This is going to be as close to engineering as human social “science” gets. And as anyone who knows what engineering is will know, engineering is the only science that really matters or makes a difference in worldly matters. And much like a gun, it can be used in a destructive or mechanistic way, or guided by a higher intent of purpose and produce spiritually and humanly uplifting effects.

    So let us begin.

    The aim of every PUA (Pick-Up Artist — in case you have just come out of a cave in Afghanistan after hiding for 20 years) is essentially, at least initially, to be able to have sex with (in theory) as many beautiful women as possible. In reality, in many cases, those who try to learn from supposed PUAs, would be very happy to just get any sex at all. And in a few cases, the prospective “student” merely wants to be able to meet a girl he likes and be able to get her in bed and fall in love and live happily ever after.

    Right. So let’s deal with the usual objections first.

    1. Is it true that having sex with lots of women makes you a better man.

    In order to know, we’d first have to define “better” so let’s do that by the usual and most common factors those interested in PUA activity would say “better” means.

    • Make you more able to communicate with everyone in general and women in particular.
    • Make you more likely or able to get any specific woman you are interested in to get intimate with you.
    • Make you generally more socially aware and raise your general status in the common parlance of the world as we generally find it today.
    • As a result of the above, generally increase your likelihood of being able to secure a better job, better prospects in general and so on.

    The answer to the above is yes. Yes it does.

    Reminder: Note I asked if having sex with lots of women does that. Not paying a bunch of money to a PUA. It’s a very important distinction, so remember it.

    2. Can any of the things PUAs say/tell you/teach you/ increase your chances of having sex with some women.

    Sure. It’s certainly possible anyway. They also could irretrievably damage your perception of reality in a way that is so fundamental it is akin to setting you up for a life of misery.

    The reality is that most PUAs are wannabe tryhards. I have peculiar interests, one of which is cults and cults of personality, (remind me to tell you about my experiences with Dianetics, [scientology], Amma the hugging saint, Tony Robbins, a number of his wannabe clones, the Novus Orco “catholic church” and so on) which I enjoy breaking, making fun of and generally exposing for the fraudulent snake-oil sellers it involves. PUAs are borderline types in this realm, so I turned my baleful eye on them a long time ago. I will pick one PUAk as a relatively typical example. At one point, one of the most prolific producers of PUAs books, courses, and seminars was a guy who called himself Mehow. Which might have been his real name, as I think he was of Polish ancestry (I know, I know! If he’s Polish it’s no wonder he’s retarded right? But hey, chalk this up as another nail in the coffin of “all humans are just one race, human”, ok?).

    Here is a glowing review of him apparently, though he seems to have disappeared in the last few years. Sounds great if you’re after that number 1 stuff above, right?

    Well, I probably should have screen shotted it all way back when, in 2009 or so, because it was all information that he himself provided, on various of his own platforms, though no one had really taken the time to actually look at what he said and put it together. The facts are that by his own admission, he had spent 10 years partying hard with daddy’s money, to the tune of $500,000, been trained by supposedly the best Pick-Up Artists in the world, and become a PUA guru himself, in order to have sex with… drum roll please… “about 30-40 women” which probably means 25 or so.

    Now, as I pointed out back then, if this is the level of “skill” of a top PUA, most women really have nothing to fear from them in terms of losing their virtue to these irresistible ladies men!

    Wealthy fathers on the other hand, may want to teach basic economics to their incel sons.

    Ok then, but still, if you find a “good” PUA, and do get good at having sex with lots of women, you too admit you get all that good stuff at point 1 above, right? So it’s all good!

    Well, actually no. As I wrote a long time ago, I had been with a lot of women before anyone even mentioned PUAs or The Game to me. In fact, it was precisely because my friends, and people at the gym I trained with, saw me leaving with a different pretty woman each week, that they told me about it. A friend literally gave me a copy of the book and said: “You should have a chapter in here. Or maybe a whole book.”

    So, my perspective of PUAs was from the top of the mountain, looking down on these peasants in the rice fields scrambling about to get some, and then scrambling about some more to try and sell their “skills” to each other.

    As I wrote almost 15 years or so ago:

    By the time that I discovered anything about PUAs I had developed quite happily on my own into a man more than capable to satisfy his curiosity of women. This was a fortunate thing because it allowed me a perspective on PUAs and their techniques that was free of being sucked into the promise of alluring women falling at my feet almost as if by magic. To a degree, I already had this power (insofar as it can be had let’s say) so I could look into and study and evaluate the information with eyes already filled of my own experiences. To sum up PUAs briefly is difficult, however I will try. Initially, most of these guys are frustrated geeks that have broken down social interactions between naturally successful ladies’ men and attractive women. They then practice these routines like social robots and begin to have some success at obtaining sex with these plastic techniques. As their confidence grows they refine the techniques and become more adept at luring an ever increasing series of women to their beds. The more daring then continue into experimenting with multiple partners at a time as well as multiple girlfriends at a time. Some openly, others secretly. By and large though, certain truths remain evident. Even if successful at having multiple sex partners most of these individuals are still what I would consider socially inept people. They may have achieved an ability at obtaining sex from women but that per se does not make them good people necessarily. Or likeable. Or happy. Furthermore, the level of hyperbole in this community is rather extreme; especially when you consider that many of the so called Pick-Up Gurus sell products that supposedly will increase a man’s ability to bed stunningly beautiful women.

     

    Keep in mind this was my perspective long before I had any remote hint of Christianity in my world view.

    My perception of PUAs has not improved over time either.

    The key negative here is not even their wish or attempts at getting laid, but rather, the phrase “social robots”.

    While it is understandable that when first attempting some intimidating social interaction one might rely on some repetitive approach, the fact is that a very large number of these would-be Casanovas, end up making “approach routines” and so on their way of relating to the world. Yes, the female world, but really the world at large. They read a Tim Ferris book and then assume all of life is about “hacks”. Then they get into NLP which is a “hack” of proper hypnosis created by a cocaine fiend that either shot and killed his then girlfriend at the time himself, or was responsible for it anyway.

    That’s right, Richard Bandler is not quite the great guy you might have imagined.

    So the really nefarious aspect of PUAs both those who “teach it”, and those who practice it, os the mechanisation of humanity.

    It’s like the series upload. You just order your sex like you do deliveroo and that’s that.

    Honestly, it is more dehumanising than actual prostitution. But the real issue, is that the problems this sort of interaction creates are far-reaching and affect pretty much everything in society in a negative way.

    And this is where we now get to the crux of the PUAs suck statement.

    The entire PUA phenomenon is not really the origin of what we might want to call social degradation, but rather, a reaction to it.

    As, indeed, was my own exploring, and wading through different women in quick succession without any precise aim beyond that of “finding the right one” in the most general of terms. Again, quoting myself from early 2010:

     

    The underground world of PUAs was first exposed by Neill Strauss’ book The Game. As someone interested in all aspects of hypnosis I did look into this community as I will look just about anywhere if it will increase my knowledge base and help me to be more effective in my work. Fortunately for me, somewhat contemporaneously to my study of hypnosis I was also undergoing some drastic life changes in all areas of my life. One of these was my intimate relationships. I had divorced and then had two relationships one after the other which were both extremely intense one very beautiful until its unfortunate and somewhat inevitable end, the other extremely stressful and painful yet coloured with flashes of beauty and power so intense they literally changed my views of radical aspects of my philosophies. As a result, after this, I gave myself to a sort of uninhibited search for some deeper meaning in intimate relationships.

     

    I begun a period of my life that was almost scientific in its detachment and approach yet also extremely intimate and self-revealing. I had more intimate encounters in a few months than I had had in the previous 10 years. I also (counter-intuitively to what most men that behave this way do) was extremely direct and honest with the women involved. I never lied to any of them and I always made it clear how I felt (and more importantly didn’t feel) towards them. With only a few exceptions no one was really hurt emotionally and even when this occurred occasionally it was never anything very serious, merely a little bruised ego either for them or for me. Some of these women —all of whom I am grateful to by the way and for whom I did genuinely care though I may not have been in love with any of them— I only saw once. Some I spent a little time with; all were intelligent, capable women in their own right and they were from all walks of life. They ranged in age, cultures, backgrounds, languages they spoke and of course all other details, yet I could not help but notice that for the most part they were all quite beautiful not only to me but to most men. Every one of these women would be considered a great ‘catch’ by the very vast majority of men.

     

    And to be honest it surprised me. I had never considered myself particularly good looking and certainly not a socially skilled person. I am extremely individualistic, never required much social approval and the very concept of peer pressure was as foreign to me throughout my formative years as was evident the absence of girlfriends.

     

    On examining my past I realised for the first time that apparently through luck or chance or some factor I could not identify, though relatively few in number up to that point, I had always been with beautiful looking women. And those I had fallen in love with were without exception well above any kind of norm (in looks, character and mind). I began to actually experiment with this and became more and more selective. Pretty soon I discovered a sense of things that I think few men really achieve in their life. A sense of self-confidence that I didn’t even know I was missing to begin with that can really only come from being validated by women we value. Undoubtedly some people reading this will consider me a misogynist chauvinist pig. I do not consider myself so, and in fact I love women. Nor, unbelievably as it may sound to some, am I a polygamist by nature.

     

    My nature is monogamous. As long as I find the one, and as long as she’s always earning it (and me for her obviously) I seek nothing more than one woman. This period of my life though helped me to realise that. And I am eternally grateful to every woman I have ever had the good fortune to spend any time with. Without women, truly life would have no purpose I think. If it were possible for men to exist without women we would still live in trees and caves.

     

    Which man would do anything more than club some food to death and find a relatively warm place to sleep if it weren’t for women?

     

    Everything that was ever created, invented, built, reached for, designed, fought for…as the French say (but perhaps differently than they mean!): Cherchéz la femme. Behind everything that man ever did…there is somewhere a woman or the thought of her.

     

    My reaction was due to the eventual collapse of a relationship that had lasted 13 years, though I was never married, then the collapse of my first marriage, which lasted only 4 years and then 2 more relationships of even shorter duration. These four relationships were the only ones that had mattered to me on a rather deeper level, with whatever liaisons happened in between them being essentially distractions or errors.

    In a society that values people, individuals and life in general, in short, in a properly Catholic society, it is extremely likely that I would have remained with my first serious relationship for life. At least in part, and probably a very large part of it, the reason that 13 year old relationship eventually collapsed was probably due to the subtle but persistent infiltration of unhealthy, worldly infiltrations into what would otherwise have been a lifelong relationship.

    The destroyed concept of marriage and family created by my boomer generation parents was common to all of generation X. As was the “natural” idea of abortion rather than having a child at “too young” an age. The utter secularisation of life as a whole, with the total absence of any higher spiritual direction whatever, the only purpose of life seemingly to be exclusively the satanic idea of “being happy”, led to a life that you were being told in every possible way should limit itself to, having as much material possessions as you could, avoid having children altogether because they got in the way of you having “a life”. A life that was supposedly dedicated to essentially the constant pursuit of material distractions and hedonistic pleasures. Frankly, it is only my “noble pagan” ancestral roots that saved me in some ways. Having been raised in a family tradition that still respected concepts like honesty, honour, keeping your word, a sense of natural and simple justice, permitted me to completely sidestep many of the pitfalls that lay there for so many of my generation and perhaps even more so for those that followed.

    I never touched any drugs, never even got drunk once in fact. And my being involved in the budo philosophy of Japanese Karate-do from an early age meant I had a peculiar mix of agnostic zen philosophy with aspects of Shintoist if not reverence, at least historical respect for my ancestors, despite not knowing very much about them until relatively later in life.

    We were also the first generation that became exposed to pornography to a degree that was unprecedented since Roman orgy times, and went well beyond the dirty magazines and hippie “free-love” of the boomer generation. While they had couched perversion and degeneracy as some deluded fantasy of being free of “jealousy” and “possessiveness”, by the time we were coming of age, it had already devolved into the idea that having as much sex as possible with as many people as possible was the “normal” way of life.

    But consider for a moment, what the “rewards” of such an existence would be.

    • The absence of children as the pivotal part of family, because they get in the way of your hedonistic lifestyle.
    • The absence of relationships that endure hardships together because united by any higher purpose beside each part “being happy” and that individualistically within the “relationship”. The very concept that any relationship that had that as foundation could last beyond a few years at most is absurd.
    • Sex as a point-scoring status badge of sorts.
    • Emphasis on the ephemeral aspects of materialism: travel for travel’s sake, with no real deep penetration of cultures or geography beyond the required status symbol passport stamp and digital photo album (later to be displayed publicly online); owning of property and vehicles as further status badges if your success; wealth as proof of your superior intellect and ability, regardless of any other moral considerations.

    I mean, think about it, bombarded by this message constantly, your own parent’s generation committed to these very same “ideals” with the narcissistic compulsion only the boomer generation ever managed to have, even if you “achieved” all of the supposed benchmarks of “success” this lifestyle supposedly promised, what would you be left with?

    At best a healthy property portfolio with no one to leave it to besides the lawyers and ex-wives, as you descended into unglamorous old age alone and spiritually hollow.

    And despite this, as well as being the most aborted generation, many GenXers managed to raise some form of families. Of course the carnage was spectacular. Divorces, abortions, and the pursuit of narcissistic, degenerate, selfishly hedonistic “happiness”, absent of any spiritual or moral rudder, was what surrounded us as we raised ourselves mostly, and these were the “values” we were exposed to constantly. It’s a miracle any of us managed to reproduce and retain a semblance of family at all.

    Of course divorce, and abortion, and chasing smoke dragons, and drugs to numb the existential void, caught almost all of us to some degree or other. And for a generation already drastically reduced by being killed before we were born, then mostly stomped down and limited by our own parent’s generation in multiple ways, we did pretty well at surviving and overcoming and even reversing a few of the trends here and there in individual cases and small pockets of guerrilla resistance. Particularly given how thoroughly the truth of the spiritual aspects of life were hidden from us.

    The boomers were (and remain) so desperate to remain unaware of their own spiritual and moral abyss, that they ridiculed, destroyed, discarded, disgraced, devalued, hid, and avoided, any meaningful confrontation with the numinous. With the reality of existence that truly forms the foundation of any true purpose. With any aspect of catering to the soul instead of the flesh. The boomers rejected what the silents couldn’t hold on to, we GenXers were not even aware something had existed there, for the most part.

    The idea of a True Catholic Mass being meaningful, true, beautiful or even merely useful, was as foreign to us as the idea that some quaint pagan ritual to long-dead Gods might serve any purpose other than historical curiosity of a people that was obviously primitively superstitious and disappeared long ago; probably precisely because they wasted time and energy on such meaningless rituals.

    And yet. If you look around now, it is mostly GenXers rallying the flag of Sedevacantism, and already beginning to pass that torch to generation Zyklon, which are our historical continuation, much as the millennials are that of the boomers.

    Wait, what?

    Allow me to recap. That historical aside was to give you a sense of why and how my generation was steered onto rocks instead of the meaningful life journey of marriage until death, children, family, tradition, real worship of God and respectful obedience to His laws as best as we can, creating truly meaningful lives (and thus happy in the only way that matters) rather than “hollywood happy” ones.

    My personal story is a reflection of what a very few of my generation managed to do: I went full circle, and by luck or divine intervention, had the peculiar attribute of a persistence that almost none of my generational peers had any right to have. What was the point of never giving up when you had no real purpose to fight for? My adopted samurai code kept me away from drugs and a certain level of moral corruption, which did not, however, extend to sexual relations with women. In that respect, my descent into libertine ways was to a certain extent inevitable, given my intense nature, insatiable curiosity, and explorer’s heart.

    But once again, if that becomes the totality of your life, what are you left with at the end of it?

    It was that very conscious thought that led me initially at least partially out of it.

    I distinctly recall the precise moment. I was alone at home, in an apartment I loved and that, incidentally, my eventual future wife had found for me. Lying on the orange couch that had come with the place, on a Saturday I think, having binge-watched a couple or three episodes of NCIS, I consciously considered my life. I was 39 years old, had travelled to many places, had essentially given up on trying to make any meaningful long term relationship work, I was limiting myself to having them last until the woman in question either irritated me or I got bored of her, and had rotated through a few cycles of getting a bunch of women under me in quick succession, then getting rid of all of them for a week or two, then starting the cycle again but with a somewhat “improved” version of the women-merry-go-round. Better read, prettier, dirtier in bed, or whatever the attribute, or set of attributes I got interested in that month.

    I contemplated my future and thought about the different paths it could go. It was obvious to me by now that I could spend the rest of my life as I had been doing for the last few years and I could go to my grave with a constant change of woman on my arm, and that comparatively speaking —in spite of whatever my age or eventual decrepitude and wrinkles would be— such women would always be younger than me and prettier than most men would get a chance to be with long term, never mind temporarily more or less at will.

    The appeal of that sort of future was essentially limited to the frisson of a new woman lifting herself partially off your bed as you gently slide down her knickers for the first time.

    The intensity of a new body under you intent to please you or you pleasing her in ways she had not yet experienced. It’s thrilling. Intoxicating. I suppose, perhaps, there is a kinship to a kind of drug maybe. I wouldn’t know, I never did drugs, but the addiction to the ephemeral might be similar. It’s the kind if life where soon, familiarity could begin to breed contempt instead of a deepening love.

    Where the normal, terrene, aspects of humanity become irritations and inspire contempt, instead of charity, forgiveness and a contemplation of our own weaknesses and errors; a practice that the boomers we were raised by avoided like vermin fleeing fire.

    What can one be left with, living such a life, at say, age 99, looking back while cuddling your shotgun, your cognac and your memories, on your rocking chair?

    The melancholy of remembering (assuming your brain didn’t go to shit by then) the fleeting sensation of how this or that woman’s foot felt on your calf as she orgasmed under you?

    The erotic smell or taste of another?

    The beautiful sunsets over an exclusive beach you shared with the one you had a few months with?

    And who other than yourself to even remember these things with? Or even tell them to? And of what use would they be to anyone? Or of what interest, other than possibly morbid fascination with degeneracy?

    So I thought about the alternative. Find a woman I could tolerate long term and have children and raise a family with. I was not naïve about the hardships that would entail. Including the putting up with the woman, since I had been through enough of them to know that, like all human beings, they all will irritate you in some ways or others. And the complications of raising a child, how it affects every aspect of your life, work, travel. I was not naïve any of those aspects of it. But thinking about it with cold reason, it was obvious that all those efforts would be worth it.

    What I was naïve about however, was actual, full-blown narcissists. In a society that expects and enforces proper courtship, such creatures would be more likely to die alone. But, like the devil, in modern society, actual narcissists of the full blown variety were considered a somewhat mythological creature. At least back in 2008 or so they were. And to me they may as well have been werewolves. Creatures that didn’t actually exist. I was aware of evil people and of extremely selfish, manipulative and unethical ones. I had dealt with them more than most. But I was not prepared to imagine that a quasi-mythical creature, which is really more a shapeshifter at will than just a poor werewolf, who is a mere lunatic after all, could insinuate itself in my life.

    The “methods of measurement” I had evolved were not really designed to sift for narcissists. They covered:

    • Looks – I had to be physically attracted to a high degree to get interested for a potential long term situation
    • Sex – plentiful and varied
    • IQ – they had to at least be able to understand some of the things that interested me once explained. At least in general terms. And be able to hold at least some level of conversation concerning philosophy (of life as lived, not the esoteric writings of some German incel like Schopenhauer)
    • Their attraction to me – If they weren’t interested to a certain level, then I lost interest in them pretty quickly too.
    • Some generic quasi-moral rules of ethics that at least mostly aligned with my own.

    Well, let me tell you, that list does not, in any way sift for narcissists. In reality, as far as functional marriages are concerned, while a mutual attraction is certainly ideal, it is not even necessary. Neither is the sex or, necessarily, the IQ. But their character and ethics are pretty fundamental.

    Today’s superficial ways have seen to it that as long as you have painted over your crappy moral fibre with enough glossy nail polish, sexy underwear, porn-star bedroom etiquette, and CNN or Fox News sound bytes  (to cater to left or right leanings) your abyss of the soul is not even noticed, much less criticised. 

    Yes, it is true, that after such an experience, and in part also thanks to my previous encounters with women of all types, eventually, after I went through all that hell, and came out the other side, I found and ended up with what I believe will be my wife until we drop dead. Hopefully a very long time from now. But the difference is that instead of having adult children starting out in life, I now have children that I hope will get married early and make babies pretty much immediately after doing so, in the hope I get to be a grandfather before I drop dead. 

    I do not regret any aspect of my life. It’s certainly been a hell of a ride so far and has no indications it will be any less interesting going forward, but it is probably true that in a society that had the values that Catholic society had a few hundred years ago, I probably would have married and had a lifetime with hat first girl I was with for 13 years. We would have had a bunch of children and be comfortable enough now to be able to retire in some semblance of peace.

    It does happen to be true that I also believe I am much better able to appreciate the joys of life now than I would have been in that alternate history, and I think I am happier too and with a woman I certainly feel is perfectly matched to me, so overall, I ended up in a better place that will certainly keep me busy (and entertained too, both good and bad) until I eventually do join my ancestors in the afterlife. 

    So What’s The SOLUTION then Kimosabe?

    Patience grasshopper. First, understand where we are:

    • I have identified the issue is the mechanisation of human interactions.
    • I have shown some of the errors, pitfalls and ultimately nihilistic and generation-ending future this way of life produces.
    • The “benefits” such a lifestyle provides would absolutely not be positives or even required in an ordered, Catholic society.

    But before I show you the solutions, you need to understand the real root of the problem. And that is the secularisation of society. That happened because of Protestantism. Protestantism is literally nothing less than the rebellion against God first done by Lucifer the so-called Lightbringer. 

    I have covered this before and in various degrees of detail. But the point remains relatively simple. Protestantism brought in the disordering of relations between the sexes. It started with the introduction of contraception, which changed the dynamic of marriage. From the primary purpose being to create, nurture and raise a family, to having sex for fun.

    Think about that. 

    Serioulsy. Think about it. 

    Try to imagine what the world would be like if not only you, but everyone around you, thought of marriage as a situation in which you remain with that person for life, no matter what, and create and raise children together (as long as you are physically able to). How would that life be? 

    Well, we had that. For quite a long time. Now that attitude is seen as “backward”, unjust to women, socially irresponsible, and endangering the planet.

    Before contraception was accepted by Protestant branches, the very idea of divorce was considered quite scandalous throughout Western Civilisation. After it, divorce naturally became commonplace.

    It is perfectly logical of course, when the primary function of having sex become personal enjoyment, instead of family creation, with the bonus of personal enjoyment, then, sex becomes just one of the many things that has to be “perfect” in order to fill in the relevant box-ticking list that one must curate in order to “be happy”.

    After contraception and fault-free divorce on demand, the very act of getting pregnant is a misfortune, something that will prevent you from doing what you want when you want, with anyone you want. So you begin to murder babies. And today we have “ex-spurts” trying to make it legal to kill babies up to 2 year olds. Mostly it started with this piece of shit in human form.

    Contraception took a while to be “socially acceptable” thanks to the strength that even a declining morality within the greater Catholic Church had instilled in Western man. It took some 400 years from 1521 to get contraception to be more widespread. And it took until 1958 for the Papacy to be taken over right up to the present day, by Satanic freemasons. 

    But here we are. Add in ubiquitous pornography and degeneracy of every kind, such as the current “transgender” movement, aimed specifically at children by the usual LGBTQPedo types and is it any wonder we have a generally sociopathic undercurrent to human relations in 2023.

    So, here FINALLY are the solutions.

    If you have read all that and got to this point, it is probable you’re not a millennial. Maybe a Zyklon with reading skills, which is rare enough but not unheard of. So it is only fair that I point out that this is not Boomer-type “advice” of the “don’t do as I did, but do as I say” variety. Nor is it of the same Boomer type that is more akin to “I did it when it was cool, and I *am* cooler, but don’t YOU do it, you’re not cool enough to pull it off.”

    No. This is the kind of advice from someone that has come through the fire and miraculously is not just alive, but has a happy ending. 

    In essence what I am telling you is:

    “Don’t believe the bullshit of Hollywood son!”

    “You have to fuck your way through an army of whores, gold-diggers and idiots to just begin to understand that porn stars don’t make the best mothers!”

    It’s not so much “don’t be a criminal, because crime doesn’t pay,” type of Bible-thumping advice. It’s more of a “you get ass-raped in prison,” reality check.

    And criminals go to jail. Almost all of them in the long run.

    Ok, fine! as my three year old says, while stamping his foot. But then what do I do?

    Learn. Educate yourself about proper Catholicism. That was the society that created the best situation for humanity, so learn what they did and how and why. And believe me when I say that what you think you know of Catholicism has, in fact, almost nothing to do with it.

    Find out what Sedevacantism is and why it exists. 

    Understand what relationships are from that perspective and what they look like.

    If you can read Italian (or French) you can certainly get into the extreme detail of it by reading this book.

    Understand above all, what is the lie concerning familiarity with many women. I said above that having had lots of sexual interactions can result in an increased ability in having such encounters, obviously, but also that it had other “benefits” of status among your equally brainwashed peers and so on, and by extension in relation to your general life prospects. Sure, but it does that in the context of a fallen world.

    My personal sense of self-worth or ability to achieve certain things in life, was never tied to the number of women I had been with. When I stated that:

    Pretty soon I discovered a sense of things that I think few men really achieve in their life. A sense of self-confidence that I didn’t even know I was missing to begin with that can really only come from being validated by women we value.

    I was referring to my ability with women. I never had doubts about my abilities on other aspects of life, be it work, politics, skills or whatever. The self-confidence with women was merely a confirmation (by these women) that my abilities in general tallied with my own view of them. 

    I assure you that my intensity at any job I undertook, confrontation I faced, or difficulty in life, was in no way affected by how many women I had been with other than very tangentially. Because they had been with me (those whose encounters were of a duration that permitted it) and seen other aspects of my life, they had confirmed their noticing of such abilities by, in a sense, giving themselves to me, at times at least, also in a secondary relation to those abilities. 

    For example, if you’re a millionaire, some women will get sexual with you because of your money. And in that sense it “confirms” you have money. It was never my case, but I had such “confirmation” based on other aspects of my abilities, often in cases that were not even conscious for the women. It doesn’t matter at all —consciously anyway— to most women, if you are a good martial artist, or painter, or poet (assuming the talent isn’t related to wealth), and yet, talented men will tend to attract more women. It’s a natural selection thing, but undeniably, after enough interactions, a pattern of “merit” of various skills could be derived by the number of women who took notice.

    In short, being with lots of women only means you will feel you are able to get with lots of women. And while that skill may give you an ego boost, if you are rational, you will realise that if that ego-boost got you to a better job, say, it was not because you banged a dozen girl in a week. And consequently you will also realise that since you can manipulate your own internal ego-sensations, you can get the ego-boost at will.

    I for example, have almost never been rejected after a face-to-face job interview, and it had absolutely nothing to do with my sexual prowess, I assure you.

    Learn courtship. And no, it doesn’t matter if the woman doesn’t know anything about it or is not used to it. And no, courtship is not bringing flowers and being totally chaste and so on. Sure, it can encompass those things, for a girl that understands such gestures rather than expects them as a tribute to her superficial beauty. It means taking the time to get to know the character of this woman you are interested in. And being able to recognise Red Flags. Which are not necessarily the ones popular culture tells you they are. A man that stands his ground, morally, intellectually or physically, today is labelled some kind of aggressive bully, intolerant, backward, and so on. Society does not supposedly approve of a straight white male that tells you to fuck right off when you try to push your SJW agenda on him, or worse, his children. But guess what, women worth marrying, even if they might deny it from their upset mouths, or believe that no, no, no, they don’t want a “brute” of that sort, inevitably, deep down, ultimately, want to surrender to such a man.

    I honestly would have to think hard to count how many supposed feminists, discovered they really enjoyed discarding the feminist card completely once in the bedroom, and then pretty much never picked it up again. Feminism is the female equivalent of sexual frustration rage that people like Elliot Rodger have. 

    The male incel rage is: If I can’t get any of the pretty girls, then no one will! I’ll kill you all!

    The female incel rage is: If I can’t get any of the deeply hormonally satisfying sexual relationships I want, then no woman ever shall enjoy sex again with anyone!

    Well that’s a lot of time investment but where’s your proof?! (aka provide peer reviewed source).

    Ok, my internet autist friend. Read more. See what Catholic cities, lives and lifestyles were in the 1600s, or the 1700, or the 1800. Learn who invented the actual scientific method. Learn who the greatest astronomers and scientists were in most of human history.

    And if the past is not evidence enough, know that as of 2023, I know of at least 3 or 4 couples that have got engaged to be married as a direct result of reading at least Believe! and maybe event RTCC, but at any rate, of learning about Catholicism. I know of more that got married. And of at least a couple of people that have potentially avoided suiciding themselves because of learning about these things.

    Beyond that, if you are hellbent on drowning your soul and future in pussy, there’s not much I can do, or even want to do, to dissuade you. If god has given us free will, who am I to try to force you away from the path to hell you are choosing?

    All I can do is tell you of my walk along that route and why I think it’s a very bad idea in the end. I not only survived, but I got uncommonly lucky, and I say luck because I know who I am talking to here, people that either are, or were, or aspire to be, as I was, some kind of fearless pussy-hunter, and I don’t want to be so presumptuous to ascribe God’s grace to me to the extent that He clearly Has done so. Not because He has not, but because I don’t want you getting the idea that I think I deserve it. 

    I know I don’t and didn’t deserve it. But God permitted me to have it anyways, and even better than I thought it could be. Of course, there are hardships too, but man, am I glad for these hardships as opposed to the alternatives that I would have faced in that life of headlong hedonism.

    So I hope you have read this all, young man. And I hope you take the advice and use it to avoid all the pitfalls and traps that delayed and snared me, and make the future for you and your children one where the Klaus Schwabs and globohomo pedo-satanists of the world have their DNA eradicated forever.

    And if you’re not all that young anymore, then I hope you are in time still. You can be, and yes, sometimes it’s up to God, but buddy, trust me, if you’re in your late 40s or even 50s, you still can get it all. Which is not to say you don’t need to move your ass, you do, because as my Grandmother always said: “Aiutati e il ciel t’aiuta.” 

    Help yourself and heaven helps you.

    But it’s still all doable.

    Yesterday I spoke to a guy I used to know some 20 years ago and that I did some security/bodyguard/close protection/hello-sir-can-interest-you-in-some-fairness-karma-and-justice kind of stuff. We are the same age. He has 7 children (he started earlier than me, the weakling, so I only have 5) the youngest being 7 months old. And trust me when I say that he had very few redeeming human qualities. Having been who I was, I can say that without any malice.

    If he can, and I can, so can you.

    And in case you’re wondering, no, he’s not Catholic. But he is religious, and believes in his culture and his people’s traditions, and in fact moved back to his ancestral land, as, in a sense, have I. Well, I haven’t taken the Most Serene Republic of Venice back yet, but you know, give it time, I may do it just yet.

    And if you are a Boomer, and managed to read this all without spitting at the screen about how your g-g-generation was the best ever, and how we GenXrs should just have lifted ourselves from our bootstraps, like you did, and all that, then do what you can to help your sons, or theirs, or a total stranger if it comes to it. I mean, hey, if you’re short of ideas, you can always donate to my project here at The Kurganate

    Or like my own father did, help your son/s daughters own property/land/a business that they can develop and pass on to their children and so in in turn. Remember that most wealthy people are so because of generational wealth being passed down.

    My ancestors were adventurers, explorers and handy with swords and guns and some with politics, but they also squandered their fortunes in some cases and made them and passed it on in others, but I plan, as best I can, to pass it all on. And to raise wolves. Good, strong, ethical, Catholic wolves, but wolves nonetheless.

    I hope you do too.

     

      I’m Baaaack….sort of…and some MASSIVE news.

       

       

      Well, it has most definitely been a busy time, but…lots of new things coming later this year. A relaunch of the Overlords of Mars series will happen (with any luck) before Xmas of this year, as well as a general revamp of this site. The focus of it will shift to something that is more in tune with a “single theme” as the vast unwashed masses seem to prefer.

      But fear not, intrepid adventurer, this site will continue to have all the eclectic, in-depth information it has now, and hopefully lots more, along with my general musings and random thoughts, however…

      As you may have noticed if you are/were a regular reader of this blog as well as my previous experimental one, I have many and varied interests, and it is difficult for a new visitor to grasp what the hell this is all about. Well…it was Redhead Girl who actually said it best to me: Everything I do is about Exploration. And indeed that is true. Sometimes I explore the mind, sometimes the body, and sometimes the world around me, but in reality, it is indeed always about exploration.

      So…in time I will revamp the site a bit and re-organise it a bit and guess what…yes…we are going to become an exploration club. That is, people like yourselves, who may be interested in the same weird things I am, will be able to contribute if you wish.

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        Exposing the frauds of internet marketing and “life coaching”

         

        The Salty Droid

        Scourge of Internet Frudsters

         

        My route to becoming a qualified hypnotist (insofar as anyone can lay claim to that dubious title: Qualified – Keep in mind any certificate to this effect is issued by an organisation that has absolutely no checks and balances on it whatsoever. Sort of like banks really. Or government. And you trust your government don’t you?) was a strange one and I was extremely lucky in that I learnt the basics from a guy who is without a doubt excellent at teaching how to do hypnosis. Beyond that, it was my own obsessive nature that prevailed in making this skill really useful and more importantly, NOT DANGEROUS for my clients and other guinea pigs, victims, good friends. A hypnotist that actually has the ability to hypnotise and does so indiscriminately can cause serious damage to people. This is not discussed much in the hypnosis world, because well…you don’t want to scare off prospective meal tickets do you? Fortunately, as with my martial arts, I never required to make my living from hypnosis. Read more »

          It’s my Birthday soon – Help me educate more girls!

           

           

          As some of you know, I will have another birthday in one week. Unless you are going to buy a LOT of my books, the other gift you could give me that would be even cooler (and that I promise you will make you feel great too) is to support my wish to sponsor 10 girls’ education for a year.

          As regular readers will know, I love women. So wanting to improve their lot in a general sense is not a difficult idea to come to grips with. It has also been shown by many studies that educating girls in a region is the surest way to improve the quality of life for everyone living there.

          Again, regular readers will know my non-PC attitude to certain topics, and possibly be familiar with my contention that encouraging women to express their natural talents and advantages; particularly in the context of social dynamics, at which they are far better than men. This is a skill set that has been honed by 2 million years of survival pressure that no amount of modern feminism will ever be able to compete with. Trying to make women into copies of men is a no-win situation for everyone, as is the general trend to feminise men. What is required is an intelligent approach that takes into context not just social structures that are often outdated, or worse, completely manufactured for political or economic gain, but also our differing physiologies and neurologies.

           

          There is not a single neuroscientist that I am aware of that states men and women are the same. We are not. Neither is better than the other, but they are different, and for too long, the natural skills at which women excel when compared to men have been largely ignored. A strong sense of self-confidence is pivotal for a young girl, as they are more susceptible to social pressures than boys in general, furthermore, a confident woman is more likely to use her natural abilities rather than try to play catch-up with a male oriented way of doing everything from business to city landscaping.

           

          If all of the above was too ‘deep’ for you then just go with this:

          Besides a smoking hot body, the best thing a woman can have to become very attractive, is a smoking hot brain.

          Help me make today’s little girls become tomorrow’s awesome women.

          Go here to donate. It really does not matter how much you give, even 1$ will be greatly appreciated.

          I would also really love it if you copy this link (right click on it and select copy link) and post it to your facebook, twitter or blog pages. Please help me raise the modest sum of $2,500 and help 10 girls for another year of education.

           

           

           

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