Category Archives: Masculinity, MGTOW, and Personal Growth

Tending Your Own Garden

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Thoughts on withdrawing from a hopeless situation to tend your own garden

I’ve been rather withdrawn from macro scale happenings in the Anglosphere the last few months. Tending my own garden, so to speak. Each time I check the headlines, I see the NWO noose has tightened around our collective necks a little more.

It’s amazing that most people scuttle about without a wit as to what’s happening all around them, and the seismic ramifications totalitarianism will have on their lives and the lives of their children (for those who even have any) as the American government is systematically destroyed in a similar fashion to the way engineering experts say was the controlled demolition of the Twin Towers on 9/11.

Today I log on to see that Zuckerface is being ousted from Facebook so that no doubt, an even worse CIA-controlled tyrant can be put in his place. It’s becoming clearer by the day Facebook got its name from the desire elites have to monitor our faces and activities around the clock. The Dallas Mavericks cheerleaders are going to cover themselves up next season, because heaven forbid a cheerleading squad have sex appeal. (They’re also talking about putting fatties on the cheerleading squad, to force fat acceptance down our throats.) The disgraced Time magazine is doubling and tripling down on its superior virtue of the oppressed narrative, as it gleefully predicts Georgia will turn blue with changing demographics. (As always, the Kill Evil Whitey subtext is once again on display.)

Jeff Bezos continues to tighten his grasp on the economy.

Conservatives will tell you Trump is making the left show their ugly faces and is therefore defeating shitlibs in a game of 4D chess. But my skeptical mind often wonders: Was he put there so the elites could crucify a white man in the seat of his own government for all the world to see? How long will the office be viable?

Also this week we have seen the normalization of pedophilia agenda is proceeding at full steam. Social engineers are working it into the narrative as often as possible.

I’ve spent a decade trying to fit so many such puzzle pieces together, and I am beginning to believe we’ve already lost the battle with the NWO. We just haven’t realized it yet. More and more I think the American republic died November 22, 1963 as the last true American president, John Fitzgerald Kennedy was gunned down in Dallas.

Think about it. The nation soon plunged into a very profitable (for the military-industrial complex) war. LBJ refused to run for a second term because he knew what kind of ruthless bastards had taken over the government. (Not to mention, he had Kennedy’s blood on his hands.) Nixon resigned as he became the guinea pig for the shadow government to test its power to bring down a president over trumped up charges that pale in comparison to the high crimes of the Clintons and Bushes. Ford fell in line as assassin’s bullets let him know who was really in charge. Carter was and is a stooge for the NWO. Reagan was nearly killed due to the Bush family’s lust for power, and appropriately enough was the first (but not last) actor to occupy the position. (It seems the presidency is indeed little more than an acting role these days.) Clinton began the dismantling of the republic in earnest by putting in place NAFTA and selling the country out to China, not long after Bush I and his infamous New World Order speech to Congress. Bush II began the process of bringing down Middle Eastern patriarchies by dropping bombs all over that region in order to install puppet governments that will one day transform the Islamic world into Western-style gynocracies. Obama further destroyed the nation, skillfully dividing people along ethnic lines and beginning the transition to overt Socialism. Even if Trump isn’t an imposter, how can one man stop the momentum of this 50-year old chain of events?

Thought crimes are being shadow banned on Twitter. There are open calls for censorship of opinions the establishment doesn’t approve of. Yet, as I drive around the nation in my semi I see fat, clueless idiots wherever I roam. People who do nothing but shop, eat out, go to work, and pay bills as every liberty they ever had is stripped from them.

Perhaps we are the foolish ones, the minority who see the truth of what’s happening thinking we can change things. The elite know most people don’t live for principles, they live to consume just as they have been conditioned to do. You can do just about anything to the average American blob of protoplasm walking around, and they may protest at first – just as conservatives have for half a century – but after their mad spell will eventually come around and adopt whatever idiocy the liberals unleash on society.

We’ve entered a new era in world and political history. Humans are being conditioned to do exactly what an elite want us to do. Just as the wolf was domesticated to serve man, a once proud people are being domesticated to serve an elite. Their government committed treason against them in service of this cause long ago.

Since there’s little a man can do to change the macro scale, perhaps he should focus more on the personal scale – things he can control in his own life. Like withdrawing from this corrupt neo-Babylon to tend his own garden.

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Minimalism Squared

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Men have long been happier with less, a philosophy Seneca detailed two millenia ago

To me, there is no MGTOW without minimalism. But, beyond learning to live within our means and without the burden of modern women in our lives, what’s the next level of minimalism for the MGTOW? The ultimate level a MGTOW minimalist can achieve is no longer wanting anything the system tells him to buy. In finding its enticements to consume ridiculous. To find willfully enslaving ourselves with our own desires preposterous.

I have recently achieved this level of realization in my own life. I can truly look at anything the matrix is trying to sell me, and with an honest answer tell the salesman, “I don’t want that.” I don’t want what it will take away from me. I don’t want the problems it will bring me. I don’t want to be controlled by things I own, for it is the man who owns little who has the most control over the actions in his daily life.

The minimalist is the freest man. He doesn’t want to fall into their traps. He doesn’t want their junk. Not their privacy invading gadgets, their McMansions he’ll pay for 2-3 times with interest and never-ending property taxes, their high maintenance and totally ungrateful and financially predatory women, their ugly little plastic Socialist sedans and SUVs, their “education” which is really liberal indoctrination and clandestine indentured servitude complete with student loans that aren’t dismissable even in bankruptcy court, and their backbreaking and mind frying labor to support politicians’ continuous “we buy losers’ votes with your hard earned tax dollars” schemes.

The MGTOW minimalist knows all those consumer items only represent chains that are being sold. Nothing else. The simple, intuitive life outside the matrix is far superior to this monster our culture has created. I know, I’ve lived it. And, neck deep in the matrix once again I long to return to that more fulfilling lifestyle.

When this realization sinks in, the life of a man is forever altered. The only way for a man to be free of the matrix is through controlling his own desires. This is a truth Seneca knew 2,000 years ago.

True happiness is to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future, not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears but to rest satisfied with what we have, which is sufficient, for he that is so wants nothing. The greatest blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach. A wise man is content with his lot, whatever it may be, without wishing for what he has not.

I am coming to realize his wisdom in my own life today. In voluntary poverty, there is strangely such abundance. Seneca once again echoes my own thoughts:

It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor.

In foregoing the lifestyle sold to us by Madison Avenue, we regain our time and our freedom. In eschewing women, only can a man see what ravenous wastefulness their lives of consumerism and materialism represent. Once realizing this, there is no other way to live. It is only through this realization can men leave the plantation, and the matrix’s prison for their mind. Seneca knew:

Most powerful is he who has himself in his own power.

Words of wisdom that resonate through time, even in this modern machine culture in which the gears are slowly grinding to a halt.

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Photo Gallery: Arches National Park, Utah

Arches National Park near Moab, Utah didn’t disappoint. I ended up camping out here for a couple of days in free campsites just outside of town. The scenery was nothing short of spectacular, as you can see from the photos I took above.

Unfortunately, the nightlife in Moab was not that exciting despite numerous events going on around town. I stumbled into Woody’s Tavern hoping for a good time. I did find a good locally brewed beer, but the atmosphere was typical Anglo-America. People looking at each other without speaking or acknowledging one another, Anglobitches marching around like they were goddesses, and locals talking nonstop about their careers and what material things they wanted to acquire. I excused myself early to retire to my tent, and enjoyed some awesome sleeping weather with lows in the 50s.

Word to the wise: Don’t get sand in the zipper of your tent. It was easy to do in the sandy soil here and it destroyed the entrance to my little “home” on the road. I couldn’t zip up the front door anymore. So, I had to spring for a new tent at one of the outdoors shops in town.

My Ninja 650 continues to perform flawlessly as I ghost my way across awe-inspiring landscapes in the remotest stretches of the nation. The problems of a dying America seem so remote even though I’m right here in the States. When you stop paying attention to the media and isolate yourself from this diseased culture, nature has a way of finding you, cleansing your mind, and making you forget the dystopia you’re living in.

There’s a whole other world out there, outside the insane world of man. I like that world. It’s my home outside the matrix when I have to be in the matrix. As always, you can help me continue my pioneering MGTOW, ghosting, nomadic travels through the Wild West by donating through PayPal or GoFundMe.

See you soon, from the road and the uncivilized parts of the world.

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Your Life Is Your Life: Go All The Way

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Rel rolls into Moab, UT and shares some inspirational words for the man going his own way

I found the light Bukowski speaks of with his poem The Laughing Heart in the Dominican Republic 5 years ago. And now, I’m Rolling The Dice and living life all the way, as he suggested.

Something inside me woke up in the Caribbean and now there’s a part of my soul that’s addicted to flying. A part of me long suppressed that longs to soar through chasing excitement and experiences. Life as a human farm animal and a slave to a woman, no matter how gilded the cage just isn’t good enough anymore.

And so, I find myself here. Roaming the roads of the wild west, trying to push it all the way with my newfound inspiration to live life to the fullest as a runaway slave from the corporate plantation and the Anglo-American matriarchy. I now know I was dead inside until a part of me was pushed by forces I can’t describe to venture out into the world outside everything I had ever known and been conditioned to think. After discovering a world outside the matrix I revived myself.

I think the key to living an exciting and fulfilling life is to externalize the music we feel inside us and apply it to our actions in the real world. To make our lives a musical composition.

Here’s some inspiration I wanted to share with my brothers from two poems as I make my way up to Arches National Park near Moab, UT.

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski
your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

Roll The Dice By Charles Bukowski
if you’re going to try, go all the way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.

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Rel’s Nomadic Adventure Begins: San Antonio to Monument Valley, UT

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Rel’s epic spring adventure has begun

Hello, brothers.

I’ve been away from The New Modern Man for a couple of weeks getting myself mentally and physically prepared for a solo, nomadic journey around the sparsely populated Western states of the U.S. I’m happy to report my spring motorcycle camping adventure intended to put into practice and expand the core TNMM philosophies of minimalism and ghosting has begun, and the first leg of the trip from San Antonio, TX through West Texas into the sands of New Mexico and the heart of the American West is complete.

My first destination was Monument Valley, UT. It’s a place that has long captured the imagination of the adventurous man. Monument Valley exceeded expectations, and the ride up to this famous Western landscape was cleansing for the soul to say the least. The weather was nearly perfect with temperatures in the 60s and 70s for most of the day. Of course, as you can see I photographed some stunning vistas.

While most people got their selfie and scurried away, I sat there staring in awe of this epic landscape long after I had taken some photos.

I prefer to stay in free campsites, however I found some bargains with pay campsites in both Red Rock State Park, NM and Gooseneck State Park, UT. Both featured camping for only around $10-15 a night. It feels good to stay off the grid and go “primitive” camping with just a tent, some very basic camping gear, and a steel horse (my bike) joining me for the journey. I have intentionally distanced myself from the raging dumpster fire that is America’s political, social, and cultural landscape. I only check headlines for a maximum of 30 seconds each day and avoid all social media.

I’ve noticed my mentality improves drastically when I disconnect from that alternate reality created by media spinmeisters and social engineers. I wrote in my travel journal: I wonder how long it will be before these idiots become totally irrelevant as the rest of us go about our business and stop giving a shit what they have to say about how we should live our lives?

One thing you learn quickly is how unforgiving these majestic landscapes and lonesome stretches of highway can be. Luckily, I learned logistics quite well in my time as a “professional driver” managing an 18-wheeler for a year. There have been some long distances where there’s nothing but a road and tumbleweeds around, which can be challenging with a 4-gallon gas tank. My 2012 Kawasaki Ninja 650 has been performing spectacularly, and averaging around 50 to 55 miles per gallon. I haven’t run out of gas on the side of the road. Good news, there.

Along the way I picked up a National Parks pass for $80, which gives me access to all national parks in the U.S. for a year. With free camping, my only expenses will hopefully be fuel and food.

Come along with me as I begin this nomadic journey. There will be updates from the road as I explore the great American West alone. As always, your contributions to help fund this pioneering journey are appreciated. You can help me by donating through PayPal or GoFundMe. See you soon, from the road and the uncivilized parts of the world.

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Top 5 Reasons I Became a Nomad

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I’m riding off into the sunset, leaving a decrepit and unsatisfying culture behind

I know I did the right thing. I did as Nietzsche suggested and embraced a fate of tragedy rather than trying to escape it. My life was indeed a tragedy until I took control of it back from the bean counters and the rule makers to live it my way.

Life as a rootless nomad, a neo-cowboy riding a two-wheeled steel horse and flying all over the world (living abroad part-time) is proving to be more intrinsically fulfilling than my old plantation life of conspicuous consumption and careerism ever was. In the past two years since leaving my corporate media job I’ve already been to 47 states and 4 continents. I’ve had incredible experiences. Had incredible women. And hopefully, the adventures are just beginning. Best of all, I’m doing it all on a shoestring budget.

Why did I become a nomad in my late 30s? At the nucleus of it all, I’m living for the day, because tomorrow looks so dark. Life on the human farm was making me miserable and it wasn’t advancing any of my life goals. I felt like I was trapped in a cycle, a hamster wheel running as fast as I could to make money flow into and through my hands but never reaching any goals I had set for myself.

Here are five reasons I developed a life as a world roaming nomad to escape the cloistered, ersatz existence the corporate-government complex had planned for me.

5. Anglo-American culture makes me miserable. I’ve said it before that the more I’m away the more I don’t want to come back to the matrix. I’m now experiencing spiritual and psychological withdrawal symptoms from having been ensconced in a culture that makes me feel alive for the past few months (Latin America) vs. now being inside a culture that makes me want to ghost. I’m also experiencing withdrawals from having friendly and pretty women all around to now having mean-faced, clipped hair Anglobitches everywhere. All I want to do is work, get my money and leave again. Anglo culture has made life a living hell for a straight man from any background, but especially the straight white males it hates so much. I don’t consider normal a world in which men and women can’t stand each other and people are fat as pigs and don’t now how to talk about anything except their jobs.

4. I did everything the system told me to do and ended up bankrupt at age 30 and practically homeless at age 35. This story of “taken for a ride” will all be detailed in my forthcoming book Escape. Suffice it to say, I lived to see every illusion I was chasing was a lie in my journey from poverty to the crumbling media ivory tower. I got kicked to the curb once I had gone in debt for all the material accoutrement the system told me would make me happy, forcing me into bankruptcy. I also couldn’t buy a house or find a woman with which to start a family because I had been priced out of both. In the end, I gave away my youth so I could keep my nose clean, stay away from “bad” influences that would divert me away from the path educators lay in front of me, bet the farm on a college education and even landed the job to find out my carrot wasn’t there anymore when I went to collect my reward. Now it’s ME time, bitches.

3. The system is corrupt and the American government is filled with shameless liars. As men we are told to behave a certain way by those who practice an extreme form of sophistry – the political and ruling classes. They don’t apply the same standards to themselves that they apply to us. In my time walking amongst politicians and so-called pillars of the community, I can never let certain experiences escape my mind. Like how flippant a mayoral candidate was as he acted like a pompous dick behind the stage then, like flipping a switch turned on the Everybody’s Best Friend act as he went to give a speech before a crowd. It was quite a display. But what do you expect from the political class? The American government proves how criminal it really is every single day if you develop the talent of reading between the lines to see through its lies.  Trump has turned out to be a turncoat. The Democrats and Republicans are slightly different flavored versions of the same uniparty. Courts don’t defend the individual anymore. Believe they’re going to do anything but subjugate me further? Never.

2. Being an office drone emasculates a man. Submission is the keyword. Learn that word well, because that’s what’s you’re going to be doing in the corporate world. You will also have scorn heaped upon you for being a straight male. From being on edge at work because of the potential “sin” of saying the wrong thing to a female coworker, to being forced to adhere to extreme political correctness, to being forced to submit to unreasonable authority, being an office drone just isn’t for me. I now know that’s why I went from being fit in high school to becoming obese when I reached the “peak” of my corporate career. My belly was full but my spirit was empty. I lost all the weight once I started venturing out of the artificial, mechanical world of the matrix. I now see obesity (and drug addiction) as a sign of living inside a sexually and spiritually repressive culture.

1. Liberty is dying in America. There are now so many laws nothing is legal in the matrix other than doing what we’re told. Most people have just accepted life on the human farm rather than challenging the farmers. If the government doesn’t kill a man’s liberty, corporate policy will. And make no mistake the two work together to restrict the radius of “acceptable” behavior as much as possible. Unfortunately for them, this cow has discovered all he has to do is leave the farm for a more fulfilling, intrinsically happy life. To move from town to town, state to state, and nation to nation to experience a life beyond trying to consume as much as possible while being repressed and oppressed by senseless rules only because he’s on the wrong side of an imaginary line Human behavior is now so micromanaged police could indict a ham sandwich if they want to. Combined with a burgeoning surveillance state, we are now transitioning to the world George Orwell warned of: If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – forever.

I don’t know where my journey is taking me but I’ve discovered I have an innate talent to effortlessly walk amongst so many different cultures and peoples. It’s beginning to take on a life of its own in my writing and behavior as I become more and more estranged from the work-sleep-spend cycle the machine culture accepts as reality.

Moreover, the cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had. Working too much and missing out on life experiences are also among the top regrets of the dying.

When men like Jordan Peterson or even Mike Rowe try to corral men back onto the plantation as they have in recent times, they’re helping reinforce the myth that giving a man’s life over to consumerism will make him happy. It won’t. I appreciate the value of work as much as anyone, but having 2 weeks off out of 52 weeks annually, working 50-70 hours a week in the “new” economy just to keep up the pace of rampant consumption when I’m designing a better, freer, happier life on much less isn’t really advice I want to follow.

I cherish the experiences I have off the plantation more than anything I could ever own, I’m willing to work hard for them, and know I don’t have to accept the ersatz “reality” Anglo culture and its police state tries to foist upon me. If it’s wrong to want a life off the corporate plantation, why does it make me feel so good inside?

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The Nomad’s Theme Song

I saw this video in a rock ‘n roll bar in Amsterdam recently. While I was familiar with Metallica’s Wherever I May Roam, I had never really paid much attention to the meaning of the lyrics. For some reason the message finally clicked with me as a sipped Grolsch beers and flirted with a pretty blonde waitress. This is the nomad’s theme song. How appropriate I heard it on my first adventure to Europe. The lyrics tell the story:

And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need

And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave

Roamer, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I’ll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll redefine anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home

(And the earth becomes my throne)

And the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I’ve grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one

And my ties are severed clean
Less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign

Roamer, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind anywhere
and I’ll never mind anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home
YE’ YEAH

But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind
And I’ll take my find anywhere

Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home
I say!

But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll redefine anywhere

Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home

Carved upon my stone
My body lies, but still I roam,
Yeah yeah!

Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Woah

Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Yeah!

Wherever I may wander, wander, wander
Wherever I may roam

Yeah, yeah, wherever I may roam

Yeah, yeah, wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam

A man certainly doesn’t hear lyrics like this in de-balled mainstream “nice guy” music these days. But, there was a time this sentiment was flapping in the breeze in the U.S. Those days are no more. The freedom-minded man is truly all by himself today. The road to personal freedom and fulfillment is the one I’ve decided to take, rather than the well-beaten path to corporate serfdom.

As Robert Frost knew when he wrote The Road Not Taken, taking the road less traveled by makes all the difference. These words embody the spirit of The New Modern Man as I embark for destinations unknown.

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