The Haunting of the Soul

There is no soulmate out there for you.

No woman is as ideal as we conjure her in our nighttime heart-pangs and head-visualizations. No man is capable of understanding the depths of your vision, of the dreams that haunt you. They simmer beneath the surface and they beg to be released.

And some nights you unleash that inner darkness to enrage you.

This is our calling. It is the voice of the Rebel, buried beneath the surface. It is the life you’ve thought about every day, but have destroyed with self-doubt. You worry that your vision is an illusion, sent to mock you and make you suffer for every day of hell that you slog through as you struggle to remake this mortal world into a reality of your choosing.

What you fail to realize is that the real world is the illusion.

I know it from those dark days where the impossible happened. When my desires from long ago began to manifest. There was no surprise or shock involved, only the progression. I burned with desire for that reality and it began to come true.

Where once women treated me as the runt-boy, the shy and abused lost soul, I had become the bad-boy. Dark, menacing sexual energy emanated from my being and for reasons unexplainable all the women stared and smiled, and I knew what it was like to be a god among men.

To face this surreal reality is to ignore logic and reason and accept that the only real forces in this world are the intent and the will.

When you doubt or disbelieve or continually pursue negative thoughts, all of those thoughts will manifest physically. Somehow.

The “real world”

There is no real world. This is actually how the real world works:

Everything in your mind dumps itself onto physical reality and then there is a degree of randomness as you struggle to incorporate others’ viewpoints in the shared conglomerate of realities that we know as this dimension.

But don’t think you cannot influence people.

Even if some will not be swayed, you still hold indelible power over the reality you build. You just don’t realize that the problem is so simple, and so sinister:

The reason you currently struggle is because your mind is manifesting struggle, and thus your reality is carved out of mental stone.

Everything in your life right now is a direct reflection of your mind, and that hurts the ego to hear and it is unfortunate truth but now that you know you have the IMMEDIATE power to change things.

You attract the women you attract. It’s as simple as that. You attract things into your life based on your direct thoughts and actions.

If there are people bothering you, you are manifesting that. You are continuing to manifest their annoyances. If women elude you, you are manifesting their evasion.

That sounds pedantic but this basic tenet could change your life.

All you must do is take the vision that haunts you and surrender to its power. Believe in your self, believe in that power that you have to change your surroundings.

Believe even when it feels impossible and makes no sense.

Once I believed for no reason, life changed. I did not struggle. I did not “hold fast” to my belief. I was overconfident. I was stubborn. I reached a point where I honestly, truly believed everything was going to happen as I desired.

And things started happening that way.

I believed I had the total power to change my reality. And I did. It began to change, and changed.

But I lost that mentality somewhere along the way, because as things got tough I wanted reassurance of my path. I wanted approval.

I had made the cardinal sin: I had given up.

Given away my power, and thus all the things that were manifesting slowly died and withered as my mind shifted back to the intent of others.

As the dream got lost and buried, so did I.

Suppressing the soul

I “went with the flow again,” in a hopeless trance of depressive debauchery. I worked a shit job I hated and let the circumstances around me conspire towards my goals instead of actively manipulating events. I slept without seeing a need to wake and I wasted all those valuable daylight hours in a sleep without dreams, because it was dead sleep. My soul suffered and I paid the price.

You know your soul is suffering when you can no longer feel it.

TRUE soul suffering is not anger, or hatred, or haunting. True death of the soul is when it is covered up. Hidden away. You die inside because you cannot recall what reasons you had for living. You cannot remember what it was that shook you so much, those years ago, that you were ready to throw everything on the line for it. What were you fighting for? You can’t recall. It’s a struggle to recall.

The death of the soul is worse than the physical. Because this world is just an illusion, and your soul is all you will have left.

There is no soulmate because neither I, nor you, nor any woman or man can possibly “complete” you since your soul is unique and entirely your own creation. It was there long ago, you felt it. It nipped at you. And maybe now you still see vestiges of its presence, that nagging. Perhaps it calls to you in the wee hours, keeping you up at night. Keeping you angry.

Perhaps every further day you spend further from your goals, you feel this hopelessness building toward a crescendo in which you will either sink or soar. You will either decide to break free of this pathetic life and the people around you that you have grown too invested in and too attached to that you have forgotten, or you will give in to mediocrity and let your soul go completely.

You will wallow in nostalgia and forever hate the present, because you are failing to understand that you have the power to change things. But the soul eats away at you and you fear it because it haunts you.

But this is the dark truth:

The haunting of the soul is its purpose.

Do not shy away from those visions and dreams that torture you. For this torture is far better than to lose the soul entirely.

You struggle, and you complain that you suffer, but what you do not yet realize is that LIFE IS SUFFERING.

Suffering cannot be separated from life anymore than breathing. It is a part of what life IS. And by denying that, you are denying life. You are causing strife for yourself because you are not embracing the only thing there is to embrace in this world.

Learn to love suffering, and the world is at your command.

I do not fear failure. I do not fear death.  I do not fear suffering.

I only fear never achieving the calling in my soul.

Psychosexual conflict

“Look how you turned out.”

“I’m tired of your sociopathic tendencies.”

“All you care about is yourself 120%.”

“You’re a monster.”

“I don’t like your negativity.”

Statements designed not to help, not to love, statements stemming from ego defensiveness as she proves she’s better than me. I thought I’d never hear it from her mouth.

I thought being arrogant and strong would make me attractive. Now she walks out for the first time ever.

She’s been blowing up my phone for days. She can’t stand being away from me.

 

“I thought there was hope for you.”

“I’m a co-dependent. We look for people we can fix.”

She tears my heart out. All this time I’ve been trying to help HER, and here this woman, this alien stands before me and tells me she does not love my character, she does not support me.

 

“Get a job.”

“You need God.”

And there it is, folks.

The two statements of the weak designed to do one thing.

When people need a purpose, they turn to the System to deliver one to them. They know they need a purpose.

Their lives are unfulfilled and uncontent and they know they need a purpose, so they fill that “void” with God. They fill their money “troubles” with a “job.”

Only to start the cycle ad-nauseum, as they go through the “Dark Night of the Soul” over and over again.

The Dark Knight of the Soul

Depression, she said, is because we have lost something.

The exact words I was thinking.

But it doesn’t end there.

Depression is a divine gift. It is a message, designed to teach us we have something that needs changing.

It does not mean we have “done wrong” or are “bad people.”

Depression is not a loss where we are doomed to grief. Depression is when we have lost our purpose, and need to return to it. Else we feel bored and listless.

“There’s something in the outside world we’re denying.”

For the woman who will try to break my heart, she has spoken more true words.

When we deny that we can take on the challenge, when we deny what we need to do, depression kicks in. It never feels good. It feels like failure.

The weak drown and die in this state and good riddance.

Some, in their darkness, turn to a God, but that is weakness and it is a delusion. I see no God in my reality, and if I were to start imagining one it would be fakeness. Delusional.

I would understand the usefulness of this delusion, though. Don’t get me wrong.

But then why not cut out the middleman?

 

“I know people in poverty who have joy and are content.”

She tries to talk me out of success, out of what I want. She is not supportive at all.

She is lazy and fat overweight and she cuts herself and throws fits when she goes off her medications about killing herself.

I see the madness in her, her mind is torn into two pieces. I name those pieces Jess 1 and Jess 2, and she denies them but they’re there.

There is a Jess 3, and it’s the worst one of all. We never talk about it because it rarely comes out.

But today it’s out.

Is this a test? WOMAN?

 

“I thought there was hope for you to be a good person.”

I thought there was hope she could get over her bipolar disorder. I thought there was hope she would stop getting on me about my character and love the real me.

She stands there and pretends to pity me–and it hurts. It’s like the tables have turned.

All I have done… she spurns and spits in my face.

I wonder what I have “done wrong” but maybe there is nothing I could do in this scenario. I revealed my cards. I revealed who I was, who I wish to become.

And she rejected that.

A divine blessing

Depression is a gift from the gods. They grant us their melancholy not that we may be melancholy in enlightenment, but that we may be shown the way to their enlightment.

We trod through the dark path that we may emerge on the other side.

It is a dark gift. Unholy and necessary.

Through pain children are birthed, and through struggle we are made whole.

“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.”

 

 

She is friendless, and she knows it. She runs with men and she is a self-admitted “slut.” I see her for what she is, and she knows what she is:

We all have our defenses, and she is a VICTIM.

The victims run.

They want me to step down from my throne.

Let God sit on that throne?

NO.

 

The women come back because they are scarred. They are torn and they need to heal.

They scorn the very thing that they feed off of, they are like vipers and that is why Eve bit the apple and called it “good.”

My father taught me once that “women will always try to usurp the man.” And while I did not want to believe it, my father was right.

I speak of my father and the Bible frequently amongst my writings and it gives a strange impression from a “Rebel.” Should I not have denied these things?

I am a Rebel for that reason. I take what suits me and discard what doesn’t.

For a long time I thought of women as “equals” and I tried to “save” my mom from my dad. Only later to realize that this was the only fundamental reason their relationship worked.

You cannot display your true self or your weaknesses to women and expect to have agreement or approval.

The woman will run when the man displays “neediness.” When he proves that he is falling, or cracking.

But that is just on a socio-sexual level.

On a Systematic level, she fears me. I am the liberation she craves, and her conditioning rejects the Rebel inside.

Her soul has yet to be born.

It is still indebted to God.

Sexual interloper

Hear me now:

The sexual and the intimate are two different things.

I am NOT just saying that “love” and “sex” are two different things. Anybody with eyes can see that you don’t have to be in love to have sex. Fucking is fucking and making love is fucking + love.

No, I am suggesting a different revelation:

You cannot confuse your longing, your lust for your need to be sexually gratified.

Satisfaction does not come from gratification.

Your satisfaction can only come from your intimacy with those of your own “kind.”

Now this is NOT to suggest that we are all different “kinds” and that you require some “niche.”

By this thinking everyone would be equal and there would be no significant “truth.”

If everyone just got along with others of their own kind, nobody would be alone. But that’s not the way things are. Many are alone, and many are more skilled and stronger than others. If you wish to be weak and be with other weak people, that is your choice.

But that leads to destruction and struggle and death.

All perspectives are NOT relevant.

There are still rules to the universe.

There are rules embedded into our genetic fabric.

We are biological and we respond to what’s buried in our DNA.

You can seek a soulmate all year long, but for one night you cannot reveal yourself. You must appeal on a sexual level.

That is why you must be DOMINANT [link].

When you lose this quality, because you’ve been soul-searching, you will lose the women as you seek one compatible. You will secretly be searching for one compatible with your emerging soul, and that will cut out all of the other women who you could use form relationships with for your other needs.

It’s a tragic little game, but your soul and your dick will always be in conflict until you put each in its “place.”

Hunting for women

When you hunt, you must hunt with your dick.

If you hunt with your soul you must be prepared for rejection based on your soul.

Whatever you appeal with, that’s what the women will see.

Like a peacock, if you shiver with shiny treasures in your crisp black suit then the women you attract will be attracted to that.

Common sense for the idiot.

But it’s not so common sense, is it?

They all cry:

“BOO HOO! Is it looks? Money? Status? What do I need to be good with women?!”

Perhaps take a mirror and look into it. Then you will know what you are attracting.

Not to say it’s all about the external, or the appearance. It’s not.

I mean take a good damn metaphysical look in your goddamn metaphysical mirror and ask yourself two questions:

A) What do I want?
B) Am I attracting what I want?

If this woman who cannot stop coming to you hates your very character, you must decide.

If you want to be loved AND desired, that’s trickier to find. I won’t say it’s more difficult. I mean that you’ll have to fucking find both if you want both. Don’t settle for one and confuse it for the other:

The psychosexual conflict

And now we come full circle: the psychosexual conflict that destroys our soul.

It’s not just about penis or brain, or penis and heart.

It’s about wanting to FUCK women and then wanting that “one special person” to complete you.

Whatever you pick, others will disapprove.

Some faggots choose celibacy.

Some homosexuals choose other men.

Some choose marriage, some choose parties.

Some don’t even know what they want.

Some just drift endlessly, without defining their goals.

And that’s where I want you to stop.

Stop now and make a decision

Just make a decision.

That’s all there is to it.

There is no cosmic judge and you can make ANY GODDAMN DECISION YOU PLEASE:

…with this one caveat…

YOU MUST STICK TO IT.

That’s all that is required. Make any damn decision, as long as it’s what you want, and then stick to it. Don’t bend because you’ve thought of something else.

That is how the psychosexual conflict destroys you, and makes you a hollow husk, wallowing in depression.

You must seek out the joy in whatever your particular calling is, knowing full well you can change it.

And that is the challenge.

Knowing you can change it, knowing it may not be the right decision, you STICK TO IT ANYWAY.

This is the way.

Some would call this folly and madness.

But I would call the indecision a worse insanity.

Better to go into battle with full assurance of death and die gloriously than sit on the edge of the battlefield, worrying and fearing your fate and demise, unable to even take a step.

SO DON’T BE PARALYZED.

Make a decision.

Any decision.

It’s the right one.

Uncomfortable truth

“If a woman hits you, you should always hit back harder.”

No. I do NOT mean metaphorically.

I mean literally.

If a woman has the audacity to hit a man, then she deserves what’s coming to her.

“But women are weak and fragile, and men are stronger!”

Then women shouldn’t hit men. Period.

 

The only way American women will stop getting away with abuse and assault is if American men hit them back. Then they will learn not to hit men. It’s that simple.

We live in a society where it’s unnacceptable for a man to defend himself, let alone assert his authority as head of the household.

My father always taught me that the man was the head of the household and had the authority. For a while I thought that was wrong, because I mistakenly believed that my mom was getting a raw deal.

Things could not be further from the truth.

That’s why he spanked me when I broke his rules.

And my mother NEVER hit my father.

 

In case you don’t believe we live in a society where men are losing their rights (and manhood), just watch this video:

 

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Give it up and settle

It keeps you awake at night, but that doesn’t mean anything.

That’s just temptation.

You have to resist it. It’s “wrong.”

You know it’s wrong because everyone told you so.

It doesn’t matter what you have seen with your own eyes, what you have felt to the bottom of your core.

Don’t you want to be loved?

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Aww.

Don’t you want true love? One woman, for the rest of your life?

Too bad. You have to. Seeing more than one woman at once is “cheating.”

You lie awake in bed at night, raging, pissed off because you want more than one girl. The idea that women don’t want to sleep with you, that they would rather accuse you of being a cheater, eats away at your sexual self-worth.

All you’ve ever wanted was to be desired by women, and here you are having to deal with your girlfriend crying because you’re “cheating.”

WELL FUCK HER! you say.

But that’s wrong.

You’re still in bed, staring at the ceiling, and your heart is pounding. You begin to feel little tingles, like the start of some inner fire.

But that must be wrong too, right?

Even though it feels right, it must still surely be wrong.

Because wrong things never feel right. Oh, wait…

NOW IS THE TIME.

Now is the time to seize your gut. To take control of your life based on nothing more than an instinct.

Your instincts are correct, but you have learned, TRAINED yourself not to trust them.

You fool.

Get the fuck up, drop your ugly girlfriend, experience the loss. Then do whatever it takes to get EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT.

If any girl thinks you’re an asshole or a “cheater,” here’s what you can do: be 100% brutally honest with everyone.

“Are you single?”

No.

“Wait…so you’re cheating on your girlfriend?”

No.

“But you’re seeing other girls?”

Yes. I’m dating a few different girls right now.

And that’s it. You tell the truth. If she wants to join in the party and compete, she can.

I no longer have any respect for a girl who says, “I don’t want to compete.”

What are you, a lazy bitch? Am I not good enough?

When a girl says that, what she’s actually expressing is, “I don’t want to have to work for your attention, can’t you pretty please just give it to me and only me because I am a woman?”

You see, it takes a certain kind of deranged mind to pull this off, but in the end your delusions of grandeur WILL result in the physical manifestation of such.

If you demand that multiple girls compete for your attention, that is exactly what will happen. After all, isn’t that EXACTLY what most women already do with men?

But if you hide like a little bitch, sneaking and skulking, pretending you’re not “cheating,” then that’s exactly the reality that you’re going to get.

I am not a cheater because that is just a word. I do not even recognize the concept of “cheating” because in MY mind…

in MY REALITY…

It’s perfectly acceptable to see multiple women. In fact, it’s NECESSARY. For me.

And I suspect for other men as well.

I am not alone, and I refuse to play this deception game any longer.

I will put myself out there and I demand exactly what I want out of life, other people be damned.

Just try and stop me.

Eye contact is a waste of time because you’re not there yet

Today I failed.

I saw this really cute girl in the gym and even though she wasn’t stellar I wanted her.

I waltzed in and before I even saw her I sensed it was a chick. And, sure enough, there she was against the wall. I kept walking and planned to talk to her once I got going.

That was my first mistake.

Over the course of 15 minutes I tried my damndest to get eye contact but she wasn’t really giving it to me. I glared at her eventually, leered at her, trying to get some reaction. I got pissed off.

Then, wouldn’t you know it, she walks up to some dude on the treadmill and starts talking to him. I could tell by the way they talked that they were just friends. But she approached him.

She did NOT approach me.

Here I am, fucking alpha male who could give her the greatest sex of her entire life, and she approaches this faggot on the treadmill.

Am I even a man?

Eventually the gym was closing and I had to leave. They just kept talking. I could have barged in on their conversation.

Come to think of it, that’s exactly what I should have done. The strong take what they want, and I am stronger than him. Therefore I deserved her more than him. But only if I had the action to back that attitude up.

What’s even worse is that I passed two girls on my bike getting to the gym and just said “Hi” to them both but I didn’t feel like I got “good” eye contact from them. In fact they seemed sorta weirded out.

So to lose this girl that I REALLY wanted by making the third mistake in a row…the same goddamn mistake…

I feel like such a loser. I feel like less than a man.

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Just now: you can see the look of failure on my face

To stay up every night for hours on end dreaming and burning and yearning to meet new girls, to supercede the girlfriend that doesn’t meet my standards, to long for what I never had.

It eats away at my SOUL and it drives me insane. Literally, I’ve gone insane before. Laughing out loud in the middle of the night for no reason, crying in the middle of the street. My mom kept asking me what was wrong every night. It was the FRUSTRATION.

The unending nightmare, the unending longing for what I want that continually evades me. It haunts me daily and now I am at a point where I can’t even emotionally connect with my girlfriend anymore because my mind is so far away, wishing for what I really want.

This pain is exactly why I no longer listen to anybody who tries to tell me what to do. They couldn’t possibly understand.

The average losers call it “meaningless sex” and I say YOUR ENTIRE LIFE IS MEANINGLESS. WHAT ABOUT YOUR MEANINGLESS JOB, YOUR MEANINGLESS BURGER KING, YOUR MEANINGLESS SHOES AND YOUR MEANINGLESS FRIENDS?

Nothing is “meaningless.” Everything is.

LET NO ONE TELL YOU WHAT IS MEANINGFUL.

You decide what’s meaningful for you. Actually, it’s not even a fucking choice.

It chooses you, and it keeps you awake at night.

To stay up all night and then fuck up THREE TIMES over the SAME EXACT THING. FUCK EYE CONTACT.

I AM NEVER WAITING AGAIN.

From now on I’m not even going to hesitate to approach any girl I want as soon as I see her. Fuck the consequences.

It’s almost like my little “revenge” against women for not giving me enough eye contact.

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Get eye contact first? No, just go for it.

EVERY YEAR THIS HAPPENS. On and off. On and off, month after month, hitting on girls and then stopping because something “bad happens.”

Last time I hit on every girl I pleased I got banned from a whole gym. It’s no wonder I’m scared to even talk to a girl now in the gym.

What really irks me is that not ONCE in that old gym did I even get too aggressive or sexual. I think the most assertive thing I said was, “I think you’re cute” and “You have a husband?”

And I STILL got banned. No words, no explanations. The police just showed up and said I was being denied business here. They actually thought the whole thing was silly and they didn’t understand why I was being kicked out either. They were super-supportive and that was the beginning of the end of my distrust of cops.

I no longer dislike police, or even authority.

I dislike the System.

There is something very wrong in a world where I can talk to a girl, have her say she has a husband, politely tell her to have a nice day, and then as I’m walking away have some beta faggot ask her, “Are you all right?”

“ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?!”

She’s a big girl. She can handle herself. OH NO. DID SHE GET TOO UNCOMFORTABLE BECAUSE I WANTED TO HAVE SEX WITH HER?

Yesterday in a Taco Bell some fat disgusting bitch–grossly obese–kept staring at me. After a while I got pretty uncomfortable. But did I call the police? No.

This is part of the obstacles that keep me constantly climbing uphill.

My girlfriend confronted me not too long ago and told me she knew I’d been trying to see other girls the entire time we were together.

I demanded evidence, of course, and she had none, of course. But she was right, of course. I had been trying to fuck new girls ever since we’d started.

A whole year of doing nothing but trying to replace my girlfriend. And what do I have to show for it?

Well…

…there was that one time I lost my virginity to a high schooler and gave her multiple orgasms, i guess…

…or that time I picked up the hottest girl I’ve ever seen in my life and she begged me to come over to her party…

…oh, and that one time a new girl paid for a hotel just so I could fuck her…

But still, my prime goal eludes me. I wish I could devote all my time and energy to it, but I am stuck. Even if I went out every day for hours on end like I did several times in my past, there just wouldn’t be enough girls.

It staggers me how many women I’ve had to hit on just to find some girls who want me. Every Jane around here seems to have a HUSBAND, let alone a boyfriend.

There is no two ways about it.

I am in the situation I am in, and there are two things I can do:

1.) Give this up and settle

2.) Forget eye contact or approach signals or smiles and just approach EVERY SINGLE WOMAN I WANT, like a real man, until I start getting more women.

Flip a coin.

Big surprise which option I’m going to pick.

Become amazing with women with this one weird trick

PRACTICE.

That’s it.

Everything you need to know about sex, dating, relationships, women, or anything else related to that area can only really be gained the hard way by TALKING TO GIRLS.

That’s right. Every single great womanizer did it the “hard way.” They either got started early and didn’t recondition from there, or they made the uphill climb by talking to thousands of women.

Touching girls, talking, asking them out, fucking them, dating them. That is the only way to find out how this whole “game” works.

Why you’re a failure with women

I already know why you’re bad with women. I don’t even have to look at you to know why. It’s for one reason:

You don’t have enough practice. dumbass

It doesn’t matter what lines you say, what techniques you incorporate, how well you dress, how hot you look. If this one key factor is missing, you’re going to fail with women.

“Well duh, of course you need practice.”

Ok smartass. Tell me how many women you approach on a daily basis, and I’ll tell you why you have women troubles.

Sometimes it’s the stupidly obvious things that are total revelations to people, in this retarded fucked-up information-overloaded world.

If you were bad at basketball, what would you do?

Go look up proper “basketball body language” online? Read a bunch of ebooks on men who are successful at basketball and an analysis of how they do it?

You can’t even shoot a basket, and you’re reading this crap?

No, here’s what (sane men) would do: Go to a basketball court, and start shooting baskets.

And if they wanted to get better at basketball games?

They’d play more games of basketball.

Do you think you’re going to be a basketball master by reading a bunch of theory and then taking one basketball shot a week and hoping you make it?

You’re a fucking moron if you think that’s going to happen.

Go shoot a hundred baskets, and THEN if you still haven’t made one you can MAYBE even START to consider improving your “technique.”

Do you read online about “tying your shoe?”

You’ve probably tied your shoes hundreds of thousands of times, and maybe THEN you can go online and wonder, “Is there an easier way?”

Believe it or not there ARE other ways to tie your shoes. I had a friend once who did this crazy thing and did it very quickly. I was impressed.

Here my analogy fails, and that’s ok. Disregard it because if you are a stupid moron you won’t get it. If you’re NOT a stupid moron, you already know what I am trying to say. It’s sad that more guys on the ‘net don’t get it.

But then again–and this will piss people off–you wouldn’t be on the fucking internet so much if you were good with women, would you?

Forget all of your useless bullshit advice and theory. If you’ve ever looked up how to “pick up a girl” then you know everything you need to know.

If you’ve never shot a basket before, sure, go watch a couple videos on YouTube. But after that there is no amount of internet or book information in the world that will benefit you unless you are taking hundreds and hundreds of shots to make baskets.

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For some of you, yes, you will have to go through hundreds and hundreds of women to get good. If that is not appealing to you, give up your dream.

Unless you are willing to do the work, the result will not come.

Those of you reading this should feel LUCKY that you have stumbled upon this concept: now you know EXACTLY how many women you might have to hit on before you can choose to waste/spend your time on the internet for better advice.

I suggest hitting on 10 girls a day. After a YEAR then go on the internet and read about “picking up girls.”

What’s that?

That sounds ridiculous?

Absurd?

Like too much?

It’s no wonder you’re not a master with women. You want to be a master by reading shit?

Do you think the greatest baseball player in history got that way because he “worked smarter” and “got it” better than his peers?

Or because he worked his fucking ass off?

I’m not saying talent or good looks don’t exist. But if you are really goodlooking and only hit on one girl a month you’re not going to be as good as the plain-looking fellow who hits on a hundred girls a month.

Truth is if you are goodlooking then you are blessed, you are WASTING your potential by doing anything other than hitting on as many girls as possible.

Assuming you don’t have any other goals in life, I would consider it MANDATORY to spend an entire year doing nothing but mass hitting on women. Just one little year.

Imagine having this very big and necessary part of your life handled in just a year and then, in the other 20 years of your prime, you’ll be able to do whatever the fuck you want while having a steady slough of women in your life. Or if you just one that’s ok too.

Half-assing things for 20 years isn’t how you get good.

So here it is: the Rebel’s all-you-need-to-know about being attractive to women:

  • Dress like a guy who gets women
  • Act like a guy who gets women
  • Look like a guy who gets women
  • Have facial expressions like a guy who gets women (angry, horny)
  • Be horny
  • Walk like a guy who gets women
  • Talk like a guy who gets women
  • Don’t jack off to internet porn

Do you have all of those down?

No?

Then get them down. DO more. Get more practice.

There are no shortcuts, no magic pills. Do you think being excellent at everything is a gift?

No.

You work hard, it can be yours.

BE a seducer and you will become one. It takes practice.

If you have motivation and willpower then you can practice.

“Practice makes perfect.”

Damn right.

 

P.S.

I’d wager the vast majority of men online who aren’t GREAT with women still have one big ol’ problem: anxiety.

If you TRULY had ZERO FEAR of women then you wouldn’t hesitate to treat this like a game.

What i mean by that is talking to multiple girls with the same line, doing the same thing over and over, seeing what works and what doesn’t.

EXPERIMENTING.

In any skill (including video games) the MOST IMPORTANT “technique” you employ is trial-and-error.

Right?

Or wrong?

There is NO SUCH THING as getting good at something WITHOUT trial and error.

You HAVE TO make mistakes to learn.

That’s what learning IS.

Sure, some people are “lucky”…because they stumbled upon the correct trial or it was taught to them.

But don’t think that you are stuck at a disadvantage now. If you work hard, you can get whatever you want.

Let’s go back to the basics: if you’re afraid of trying out the same lines, or fucking up with girls, or risking people getting pissed off at you…

Essentially if you don’t have the ability to mindlessly trial-and-error with women over-and-over just like so many of you emotionlessly do in video games…

Then STOP.

STOP RIGHT NOW AND LISTEN TO ME.

Your problem with women is that you are afraid. You’re afraid of people, cops, women, sex. Whatever. You need to get over that fear in order to WIN.

You need practice. That’s all there is to it.

If fear is preventing you from practicing, then naturally you need to:

GET RID OF THE FEAR.

“How do I get rid of the fear?”

You’re going to hate me for this answer:

Practice.