Freedom

"Every man shall die. But not every man lives fully"

- Mel Gibson as "William Wallace" in "Braveheart"

What does it mean to be free? Why is freedom so hard to gain? Some people would say we are more free then we have ever been; with all the choices and opportunities there is in life these days. How could we not be free?

Of course we live in a (fairly) large planet and the circumstances are different from place to place but I'll focus on the type of society (typical Western society) I live in since this is my blog. There is a total freedom of what school to go to, it is very easy to study in a foreign country and you can become virtually anything you want in life. And this type of "freedom" applies to pretty much everything!

How can we not be free?

Actually I once saw a seminar held by some "social scientist" that all this "freedom" or "free choices" we have is actually imprisoning us. We have so many choices that it paralyzes us and I must agree. I think we all can. But I wouldn't say that the many choices is what paralyzes us or imprisons us; I'd say its our fear.

We only have one life and we don't know what-a-fuck to do with it! We don't know shit!

At least that is how we feel. That is how we have been raised to feel.

The problem, in my opinion, comes from what is expected from us. I don't buy into the concept of "not knowing" what you want out of life. Anytime somebody tells me they don't know I think to myself "No, you're just too afraid to admit what you want".

See, there's a pattern of failure and the fear and pain from it that almost everyone has inherited (or learned, as I would prefer) from our parents.

There are different stories but a major concept people in general get to hear by their parents are "Don't be like me - Succeed in life!"

And that is where I believe things go wrong. Because I believe that success is as most pleasure with as little pain as possible. I also believe that there is one and one way only to do that,
- By being free. Free from everything.

When all you do in life comes from being totally free, then you have the happiness your parents really want you to have. It doesn't mean that your life is easy, but rather meaningful.

But what is freedom? I believe the definition to be "When struggling to achieve your life goal"

It's not achieving it, nor is it chasing it. But that struggle to gain it. And I believe that the goal of your life have many forms and that the most important part is to distinguish your true goal with the temptations.

For instance,

When you struggle to stand up from the couch to go out and work out and during that work out you struggle to push your limit, you are struggling to achieve your life goal, thus being free. There are two things you want and one of them is to sit in your couch and the other to work out.

Your job is to figure out which is just a temptation and which is what you TRULY want. Of course it is different for each people and living fully is far far away from always killing yourself in struggle.

I believe that in life you must balance between Comfort and Adventure. Those two don't go hand in hand and if you go to Comfort too much you will then feel a lack of meaning in your life and boredom. If you go too much on the adventure you will loose grip of yourself and feel lost.

So the steps to freedom is simply finding out what you TRULY want to achieve and then do anything to achieve it, until that true wanting shifts.

Once you figure out what you truly want out of life on a bigger scale can you feel free to know that nothing you can ever do from that point is wrong.

So much pain comes from the fear of regret and pain. In trying to fulfill your life goal there can never be anything to regret nor feel pain from; because whatever happens is a lesson.

And really, so what? Live by avoiding pain and following your fear and you'll probably live for long. The question is how MUCH will you be living for so long?

Live by following your passion and you may or may not live long, but you will always be sure you lived your life fully.

Because really, and I'm not joking really, every man shall die. But not every man will live fully!

Who we are

"Most people have their life passing by while making grand plans for it"

- Johnny Depp acting as the drug dealer "George Jung" in the movie "BLOW"

"I think, therefore I am" said Descartes and I can't agree. Not with Eckhart Tolle either.

Great thinkers and spiritual leaders have and will always exist. An important point is to try to look at their character and their lives. Did or do they live the way YOU wish to live? Do they seem to inhabit the states of which you are looking for?

See, anybody has a sage within them. Even the stupidest of the most stupid are able to write "smart things" about philosophical BULLSHIT. Trust me, I just read a real life example of it. The more important thing is, what you rant about should be having effects on you and your life. It should make you Happy.

Moving on to the topic of WHO WE ARE. I think, therefore I am sounds pretty smart and ambitious but I do not trust it. People have these fucked up things and ideas of who they fucking are. I do, we all do. Maybe I do agree with Eckhart Tolle when saying "You are precisely who you choose to be this very moment".

Humans are animal of pack. That is why we can NEVER get rid of hierarchy. And the ones on the top of every hierarchy have learned to be lone wolfs. It not something simply bad, depending on each individual. But to be healthy in control of your life, you have to let loose of all that is expected of you.

See, you and nobody else has any power over you and when this becomes true for you, then you will not be able to be controlled or ruled. You become your own master and your own captain of the ship that is your life.

I definitely believe in dimensions when it comes to social enlightenment. When people are still living in the social matrix, blind to how it controls them they are then a product of a system. That system today is, get a job so you can buy yourself a nice car so you can attract a lady so you can get a family so you can die happy. Years ago in Scotland it was show loyalty to Longshanks, give your wife to the english landlord for one night, don't make any noise or trouble and you will live under happy circumstances.

See, the system exists because it wants you to be working in advantage for those who controls it.

Take a step back and really look at people. You will see that they aren't burned out because of stress, but because they are stressing about things they do not care about. Etc.

Social Norms. Try to break them because they are part of the system.

You are who you at this precise moment choose to be.
- Free.

Freedom

Omg, freedom. It's such a strong word. The worse thing any living entity can do is to take it for granted. Because you think you are free until you really experience freedom and you know that nothing you have ever had prior to that moment has been freedom. Except for the same moments you've had before.

Living a life that gets you towards freedom is good, but freedom is actually so rare that even in those cases will it be hard to find it, grasp it and enjoy it.

I will write about how free I feel when I think about myself and my plans. I will write about the absence of female love and affection and how much I miss it. Sexual affection and shit is all right, but to actually care for a woman so deeply you could kill for her is something very very rare. I am proud in announcing that I am able to feel deep first love and feel it as a warmth, without a need to have anything.

I will write more about it, right now, I need to go to sleep.

I've had my first bootcamp ever this night and it went INCREDIBLY good. I guess I can now call myself a professional Pick Up Instructor. I teach men how to get good with women for money.

And I am damn good at it and it makes me SO proud of myself AND my students.

Life is good... And then she came along to rock my world. (and even though it conflicts with some things I still welcome the effect she might have in my life with open arms)

love,
- Xtreeme

I'm a fantasy

I know this is a "huge cock" statement but I finally know that I am womens fantasy. I have never actually aimed on it in that sense, it's just that I now know that most woman think of me as a fantasy they are a little ashamed of having.

Some cool girls have said it straight out. Other girls have just showed it. Like today, on the way home 30 minutes ago I met a girl that was in my new years eve party. Back then, I had already a women for the night but that didn't stop the girl I met recently to tell me how well she sucks cock (yeapp... She actually did convince me) and to jump me and kiss me.

Cool, right? Think again,. Today she showed me something on her face and I said she had just lost all chances of ever kissing me. She said that there is no way on earth she will ever kiss me. Oh yeah? Think again. She absolutely refused to admit she had "rape-kiss"ed me. And I thought more about this and past women I have had. It's been this huge amount of sexual tension and they have all been terrified of anyone finding out, struggling with their logic minds to explain that they do not feel sexual attraction towards me. Most woman still give themselves valid excuses to fuck me.

Another thing I have noticed is that nobody ever asks a relationship out of me. I am just that guy woman wants to fuck. I am, literally, a sausage on two legs. I personally believe every woman want to seduce me and thinking at it, it is not very arrogant. It's like those big breasted women who just assume everybody is staring at their breasts. Humans use history as an indicator to save time by estimating and assuming things.

And that inevitably leads me to believe all women just wants my cock.

- And I'm not lying when saying I got a huge one.

Menace To Society Pt 1

And I'm not talking about the movie.

Last night I had a nightmare. Not those where monsters chase you, but the type that makes you see your life being smashed into pieces. I've never been happier to wake up and face reality. The whole day, however, I was haunted by this dream but in other forms. I started to think really deeply about what the dream meant and where my worries comes from and I came to a conclusion.

I was walking in the city with my two best friends. I don't really remember how but we got into a fight with a group of guys passing by and one of my friends hands me a gun and tells me to shoot somebody's leg. I raise the gun and pull the trigger. I hit an unknown man in the chest. He slowly falls down and dies.

I have no regrets, I don't feel anything. Fast forward and I am sitting in court deciding not to explain my actions but simply to apologize for them and take my punishment. Later on I am being sentenced to two years in jail.

I am actually looking forward for it, thinking about what a great experience it will be and how it will inspire me in my writing. Take me to jail, I'd love it.

But wait, this is a night mare. I am feeling a huge amount of pain in my chest. In my mind and values, nothing I have done is wrong and I am just following a path that I know will lead me to greater knowledge and experience. But something is so earth shattering wrong that I break down. I literally break down and can't breath. I wake up and I feel it is too good to be true so I confirm it was a dream. Boy was I glad it was...

I am leaving something out, I have to admit. There is one thing I am not telling and I will get to that.

This whole day I felt like a menace to society, or at least I was afraid of being perceived as one. And I had to interpret this dream. Thankfully, I am smarter then average and even though I haven't read anything about dream interpretations, I know it is a deep subconscious thing and I am also very educated in the knowledge that the subconscious mind thinks in terms of symbols.

I will not get deep into how I interpreted it but rather assume that whoever reads this, trusts my knowledge in this.

To be Continued...

Once I was

Once I was a terrible lover, a (no)man with nothing but an ego, needing to be filled with validation. But nobody noticed, nobody suspected and nobody knew. Except for her.

Broken love leaves many trails and one always finds that scars aren't always cleansed, but hidden. She deleted, or something, the last possession I could have of her. The only thing still giving me a (slightest) sense of touch with her. Her blog. It's gone, erased, deleted. I cannot anymore get updated on the every day events of her beautiful life.

It is funny how, after stepping out of the negative and destructive emotions, one starts to see the real beauty behind the woman he once loved. I never needed her, I never really thought she was the best woman I have ever met. She was just so beautiful that in my mind, she was all I wanted. I wanted to have, not to give. I wanted validation of having the most incredible woman I had met, not to give appreciation and value to her.

Once I was a terrible lover. I truly destroyed something that could have been beautiful. I have no regrets but I do apologize. I know its arrogance talking that you can never be as happy with anyone else as you would have been with me, but it is true. The me writing this would have been giving you the happiness you (and the rest six billions in this world) are seeking for.

But you never met the writing me, you never saw him more then in glimpses at times and the fact that you gave me as many chances and wasted as much energy that you did, proves how happy you would have been together with a permanent writing me.

Once I was a terrible lover. But not anymore. And it is thanks to you. Loosing a "perfect hand" opened my eyes on the amount of ego I had. It opened way to many realizations I later had to discover to give meaning to the helplessly mess I had turned into.

I apologize for not being your boyfriend right now, even though it wasn't me but the ego that killed our relationship.

And dumping me for the mess that I was, finally killed that ego.

Thank you.

(Dedicated to a dear friend)

Don't Stop Me Now!

Today, by coincidence, I learned a very interesting fact: When the VHS came out (you know, the videotapes before DVD) there was, actually, a better thing out there - BetaMax. Sony had developed BetaMax but they choose to NOT let any porn be distributed on those machines. As a direct result of that, VHS (who didn't give a rats ass if there were porn available) automatically won the war of what format people should buy. BetaMax died out because nobody really wanted it.

A very interesting conclusion I draw from that is, obviously, the fact that people are BORN with a SEXUAL agenda and that should NOT be doubted. Do NOT repress it or avoid it. You have it like everybody else. Point is: Be comfortable with your sexuality.

Seriously, I read that around 70% of the population regrets loosing their virginity "too early". I think the reason behind this is because SOCIETY teaches us to repress our own sexuality.

Actually, while writing this it came to my mind that I many times blame society for things. To not confuse anyone, I want to explain what I mean by saying society so that everybody who gives a damn about my opinions can grasp it rightly.

Society: The very general opinions and values that are being brainwashed into everyone. Though there are many mixes of what signals we get from the society, it often bottles down to a few dominating ones.

Moving on - Sexuality. You have it, everybody has it. There is nothing to be ashamed of, nor is there anything to hide. When you see a hot lady and you get this feeling in your stomach, do NOT try to get rid of it. Enjoy it; see it as an energy that goes through your body and fills it up with wonderful emotions. The same goes for girls who sees a hot guy.

Now, I'm not saying you should try to LAY every hot girl that you see because "doing anything else would be repressing your sexuality" but the opposite: don't do anything and just feel the emotion.

Interacting with a woman and only thinking about the sex will make you blind to the GREAT and BEAUTIFUL woman that she really is. Yeye, bullshit talk, you might say, but TRY it out!

Enough of my ramblings... I realize there are a lot of Concepts that I write in this blog then things about my life or, as I got a request of the other days - techniques. I don't really know why but that's just the foot this blog started out from.

My life: I saw Transformers today and I recommend everybody to watch it. It's just a great movie. I'm traveling to Macedonia next week and I am psyched as fuck for it. I am thinking about holding a Seminar about Comfort and that is the only official statement I have done. Which means It's actually ONLY on the "thinking, maybe" part.

Techniques for Venusian Artists: Next time you're in a set, No matter what phase (Attraction/Comfort/Seduction) you are in, try to NOT say ONE SINGLE statement about yourself. Don't EVER speak in statements when telling stories that has anything to do with you, RATHER try to speak around them. For example, never say "My ex was a model" but rather "My ex was at a photo shoot when she bla bla" or another example "I don't really chase girls" into "The reason why I broke up with my ex is because I never called her. I was really busy at the moment working with bla bla".

As an exercise for this try to find a topic to write ABOUT but you must NEVER use that word. For example: Write about something that happened during the summer but you must NEVER mention the word summer.

That's all. Peace!