The Real World

Stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability and being content has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune.

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Peace Amongst The Trees In a previous life, I lived 5000 human years atop Wudan mountain. I remember every lived second. Life is competition. Competition is violence. In many modern forms of competition, we have attempted to water down the violent aspects, to replicate violence in the most sanitized way. We have full-grown men, growing as large and strong as possible - to put a ball in a net, as opposed to hurting each other. But the sentiment is the same. It’s a group of men at war with another - with one team being victors. And the other being losers. The largest, strongest, most beautiful tree. Violently crushed the surrounding saplings, in the quest for resources. Every time I see beauty, I see the struggle required to create it. When I see myself, I know the struggle lived to become who I am. To live as I do. The more sophisticated my understanding of the universe’s state of constant war - the happier, more content, and peaceful I feel. You are MEANT to struggle. You are here to SUFFER. If you do neither of these things, you are either dead or invisible. If you want people to care who you are - become familiar with pain. If you do not struggle to become an exceptional man. You are a nobody. And every female will prove to you - you may as well not exist. Evolution requires PAIN. While others complain they do not feel happy enough, I’m happy I’m struggling. I don’t want to be happy. I want to be great. This is the beauty of life as a MAN. We are born valueless. And you either build yourself into a King - or you fail. Atop Wudan, I told priest master Yan Hui, how at peace I felt amongst the trees. I could feel life all around me. Sitting at the foot of the largest tree, I asked him. “When life is so beautiful, why do we fight?” His reply was simple. “Do you think the largest tree you sit beneath, grew so tall amongst many if it didn’t fight?” Such is The Way Of Wudan - Tateshinkai

Tristan and I were the last Tate men. Now we have double-digit sons between us. We defeated the pending decimation of our last name, which would have come via only daughters. We defeated fear by being professional fighters, and accepting any challenge, win or lose. We have defeated irrelevance by becoming the most googled men on the planet, we have defeated poverty by helping thousands of young men learn how to make money online. We have defeated evil by teaching men to stick up for themselves in a world that hates them. As you defeat all of life’s enemies, the powerful in the shadows grow afraid. Like the Russians watching Napoleon beat the Italians. Impressed and afraid from a distance. Understanding his power, they grow nervous and prepare to somehow stop him in case they are the next target. Damage the Tate name before they become president! Do something! They’ve defeated everything and there’s nothing in their way! We suffer at the hands of our enemies, but in the end…. WE WIN.

There are 4 crypto guys here in Federal prison who I overheard saying “We should have used Railgun”

The government finds nothing more heinous than encouraging the “wrong” ideas. Teaching men to resist the slave mind is worse than murder in their eyes. For if you murder, you kill one man. If you teach the men of the world to stick up for themselves, you kill their control.

I swear I live in The Truman Show. Indictments, punishment by process, jail, bail, legal fees, media slander and lies. *Case dropped lack of evidence* over and over again. I’ve been put on a hit list for every prosecutor in the world to simply fuck with me and try and damage my name and isolate me. They expect either my mind, or my spirit, to break. They think if they endlessly relentlessly attack I will eventually quit. MY UNMATCHED PERSPICACITY COUPLED WITH SHEER INDEFATIGABILITY MAKES ME A FEARED OPPONENT IN ANY REALM OF HUMAN ENDEAVOUR. Wanna war? I REMAIN UNFAZED.

Emotions are a background hum in everyday life. You drink alcohol with girls and go to the “spot” in a Ferrari and feel NOTHING. If you want to feel rage like when you were a scolded toddler, if you want to feel obsessive love like you did for the girl from your class at 14, if you want to feel respect and admiration that warms your chest from the men you battle beside. IF YOU WANT TO FEEL ALIVE FOR ONCE. Go to jail.

The pupil (student) of the eye observes all things yet is blind to himself.

Most men discover in life's trials that their stoicism is imagined, their courage is theoretical and they’re defenseless in battle against the universe.

Tristan: If we were free what would we do? Drive a Bugatti and get shisha with some beautiful women? BORING! ANYONE can do that. WE'RE IN MAX PEN SHU UNIT. Andrew: This is heroic, that’s for sure. Tristan: WE ARE HEROES. Nobody can do what we do! They can do ONE or the OTHER. We do BOTH. I would HATE to be free, I wanna suffer sometimes. THIS IS WAR. We are innocent and we must suffer to balance our perfect lives. WE WILL WIN. *Aikido* I'M A PRISONER!!!!

Merchants, warriors and laborers are the backbone of society. Not philosophers.

In school you learn how they want you to believe life works and how people think. On the streets you learn how life really works and how people actually think. To truly win in all realms, respected by women, millions of dollars and friends who never betray you. You need to learn both of these paths. Merge them in the perfect combination and conquer.

I can’t get over the support I’ve received. Endless letters and protests, somebody always outside my window. Makes me emotional. The world sees what’s happening to me. I love you all.

I allow manipulation to find out where my enemy wants me to go. Then I use my mind to break the trap and punish the perpetrators.

They fear the man who will go without desires for what must be done as he can not be owned. They want you addicted to something, so they can use it against you. They fear no man who takes drugs and drinks alcohol. The second you need nothing - they jail you.

If divinity has a plan for you it involves suffering. If divinity has a message for you it involves suffering. When life is going perfectly fine and you’re just ticking by - divinity is preparing its purpose for you. You have not been forgotten. Prepare.

Untested men never know the truth. They live ignorant. Believing in strength they don’t have, believing in rules of the world which simply don’t exist. You do not understand the truth of people, of pain, of life, of struggle - unless you have been tested. Even worse. Unless you suffer, deeply, in your core, you do not know the truth of yourself.

It has always been my belief that I will die by violence, I have done all I can do to prepare.

Blind is he who does not believe in my fortune.