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The Meaning of Hedonism

Young men (and women) think that when they come across a “Bible Zealot” or “hardcore Christian” which is what most would assume I am (they would be wrong because I am not a Bible alone moron and what passes for both “hardcore” and “christian” today is laughable) that talks about “hedonism”, we are imagining young people are on some orgiastic drunken revelry on the daily.

Allow me to correct that misguided view.

First of all I am GenX not a boomer so I neither resent nor hallucinate the situation of millennials and zoomers. In fact I mostly pity them, at least when they are not completely pathetic, in which case I am mostly frustrated by their lack of animus.

More importantly, I understand better than most that hedonism today is not really the orgies of the collapsing Roman empire. It is more a wasting of time while waiting and hoping against hope for “something better” to come along.

When you are raised with no understanding whatsoever of what Catholicism actually was and has always been and continues to be in those small number of families who still hold to it, you cannot help but go wrong in life.

The only sense of “the right way” I had in my upbringing was a code of honour that can best be defined —as John C. Wright did— as being that of the noble heathen. That is a man who keeps his word and does as his personal honour commands. It is a far cry from Catholicism and possibly the best level of civilisation that sort of way can aspire to is that of feudal Japan.

Possibly Imperial China too, but my understanding of Japanese codes of honour is superior (and closer) than the Chinese version of it. The Roman Empire too fas founded on it on arguably surpassed both Japanese and Chinese achievements, but in any case, no one can deny that all of those systems were far more brutal, uncharitable, and lacking in mercy and kindness when compared to Catholicism.

The point here is that absent the framework of what a good life actually is, meaning the proof of it, the reality of it you can see and verify for yourself, how is any young person to decide on how to best approach life?

If you DO know, things become a LOT simpler. But if you do not know, what a good life really means, you’re almost certain to get lost in all sorts of distractions.

I never saved really. I did buy some property (land) at age 26 after writing the first edition of the Face on Mars, and some 25 years later it helped me to sell it and put a deposit on a house in Italy. But as I had no intention to make any children (until I was 40 and gradually I had realised a lot of life’s “givens” were contemptible lies spread by boomers) I spent most of my time indulging those interests that caught my attention. And unbelievable as it may sound, the main one was a search for true love. Which resulted in much heartache and a lot of women. After a while it got so I sort of stopped believing in it but carried on enjoying the women. The rest of my time was filled with doing what I liked or interested me. Reading, martial arts, studying the human mind, ancient things and places, writing, visiting places I wanted to see… but always also that search for that one woman.

And eventually I found her.

But it was a very long, tortuous and far more painful and difficult road than it needed to be.

Had I been taught, and more importantly, shown, that family is the main point of life. Had my own family I was born into been less of a shitshow, how many years of distraction would I have saved. How much more could I have done and thus be leaving my children?

I don’t regret my life at all, because every part of it brought me to where I am now, married to the right woman finally and with enough children too. And if I had not taken this particular road I would not be with her or have the children I do, and as was very cleverly shown in a delightful film called About Time, that reality is inconceivable to me.

But the point is that if you are say in your twenties, or even thirties, (and yes, even 40s or 50s, I am living proof of this: It’s never too late) and you realise deeply that the main purpose of life is actually to create a family that is as happy and prosperous as you can make it, then, regardless of your actual situation, your priorities, your actions and your activities will be radically different than if you think having the latest iphone, knowing the latest political gossip, or cheering for this or that sports team, or traveling to see X place for the instagram cred, or getting another notch on your belt, matters at all.

And the kind of actions and activities that you will focus on will be such that, yes, perhaps you might have less “fun” (or time wasted on things that ultimately don’t matter, depending on your perspective) but you might also have a more concrete base from which to start that family.

Had I aimed to built something for the future starting in my early 20s, I would probably be able to live off rental income even with six kids by now. It’s also true that for my particular character that was never really going to be a likely road, so there is that to counter, I have always been too curious, and probably, as a good friend pointed out, too capable, to ever worry about the future, and indeed I am not especially worried about it now either, but it certainly is a lot harder than it could be.

Having a much harder life is not necessarily a bad thing. It makes you more capable in many ways (assuming you survive and overcome). But there is certainly something to be said for not having to work into your 80s. Probably anyway. Then again, I have Jean Parisot de Valette as a somewhat inspirational figure; and he was swinging his two-handed sword on the walls of one of the castles of Malta, wounded in a leg and not wearing his full armour at age 71, so… if you have that kind of character, what I can guarantee is that your life might indeed be very hard, but not boring. The issue however is not you, but your children, and while for some the idea of swinging a sword at muslim invaders’s heads in our seventies might be appealing (and for some of us possibly inevitable!) the fact is that if you’re instead leaving your children a few well-stocked and well-defended castles, and yet have also instructed them in the proper running of a city-state, you’d be far better off.

My children on the other hand will have to learn on the job, as it were, and perhaps that is as fate or God ordained. After all, we do have an 800 year known history of doing things this way; and while my branch of the family is indeed the silver one (that is filled with curious explorers and war-like adventurers, of minor noble rank) and not the gold branch that had the much higher nobility titles and actual castles to their name, it is also true that our side of the family has some truly extraordinary people in it; several of whom have been talked about in history books or left monuments with their name on it for a time.

But… if I had somehow a crystal ball at age 20 that told me I would have six children all under the age of 14 at age 55, aside the utter shock, I probably would have worked like a possessed man (as I tend to do most things) towards securing far more land and property and wealth than I have done. And even without the crystal ball, if I had simply thought creating a family was the main aim in life, I would have done so too.

Instead, the boomer poison of “the world is horrible, why would you want to bring more innocents into it?” Infected me well into my early 30s at the very least. And that is a lie that is directly related to someone not having any belief of any real substance in a Loving God.

Generic Zen-Agnosticism tinged with Shintoism is not exactly ideal for the consideration of family creation. And there hasn’t been as much need for wandering samurai, thankfully.

It took until the end of my 30s to realise that having children was the right way to live. And I am not unintelligent, which is demonstrated by the fact that I had come to this conclusion even though I was still essentially agnostic, and very much aware of how the levers of power on this planet work, which is not a position a person as objectively rational as I am is likely to come to without having a belief in God.

In fact I had come to this conclusion based only on the possibly irrational belief that my capabilities were enough to protect a child of mine even under such dystopic conditions as we have on this planet. Whether you think that is arrogance or confidence is debatable, but I am basically certain it would have been true if I limited myself to one or two children.

Adding the knowledge of a Loving God has removed a HUGE amount of the concern about having more children. And no, it does not mean miracles fall unceasing from the sky, the practicalities of feeding six children instead of two, as well as clothing them, educating them and so on are real, but you tend to find a way as you reorganise your priorities. And yes, maybe they will not all have the latest iphone and brand name clothing, but guess what: that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It makes them more imaginative and capable if they need to work for things, and if you are a decent parent you will also be able to help them get over a truly noxious aspect of modern life: caring excessively what other people think.

It’s a little different for girls than boys, but generally speaking, it is always best to err on the side of NOT caring what other people think than vice versa.

The emotional scars left by being overly concerned about other people’s opinions can be a truly devastating thing, particularly for girls, but boys too. Luckily my three youngest children already exhibit many traits that make me pretty secure in the view that this will not be an issue for them. If anything, the main worry might be to keep them from being arrested or chased out of towns for being possibly too cavalier about social rules in general!

All the people I knew at school that were from wealthy families, as a very frequent general trend, almost invariably tend to become what I would consider less accomplished human beings that even some of the absolute social rejects that everyone assumed would amount to nothing.

As a rule they tend to hold on to their wealth but be rather vacuous creatures with little to offer in terms of interesting personalities or life stories.

These apparent digressions, are not meandering, meaningless recollections and reflections of my life, they are intended to show you, and hopefully help you, see different aspects of life from different perspectives so that you might realise several things:

  • The nihilistic depressive narrative of the boomers is a lie.
  • The aimless apathy of the millennials or zoomers who are afflicted by it is weak, pathetic and unseemily for anyone with an ounce of self-respect.
  • The “hard” road may often be the better road, and even if not, at least you will have more cool stories and have seen a side of life the cocooned and perfumed princes of the planet will never know.
  • In short, the old adage is still mostly true: wounds heal, and chicks dig scars

All that said… it is only a foolish or imprudent man that does not plan (somewhat loosely, to allow for life’s inevitable detours) for the future. Especially when he envisions a numerous family in it.

Plan accordingly young man, and realise that hedonism might just be your indulgence in fancy clothes and package holidays, without a single Roman orgy in sight.

Farming Life

It’s quite miserable being outside in the wet cold, with a sore throat, chopping the wood I need to do every morning so as to have enough of it to keep the wood stove heating all the radiators in the house, so we all stay warm.

But the little voice on the side, that comes out every morning to watch me, of her own free will, with her blonde hair and blue eyes that says:

“You missed!” Gleefully with every axe strike that doesn’t immediately produce a new chunk of wood, makes it exhilarating instead.

And today, when I broke off a partially chopped piece by hand, I even got:

“Daddy! Your job, you did it!”

And having the 5, 4 and 2 year old just decide to get dressed up and go play together in the forest is also something that counters the sensation of dreadful dystopia that most of the world is engulfed by, especially in the cities.

Which is why I suggest you get married, get rural, (not necessarily in that order, as city girls don’t adapt well to the harsh reality of farm life), make a load of children and connect with like minded people in real life first and foremost, but online too. And always beware the fake “homesteaders” that have 4 hours a day to make videos of how they live “off grid”.

Anyone actually living off grid doesn’t have the time to do that.

Unbelievable Child

This is a story that I am sure most people will assume is made up, but I swear it happened exactly as written here, and I do have the wife as witness.

We are in the kitchen, she’s cooking and the little turtle, who is 2 going on 20 is hanging about. I was telling my wife that when I was busy building the pull-up bar for the kids alongside my own, and asked her to get the yellow level for me, which she had done also the previous day, as she came out with it she said:

“Daddy, do you also need the pencil?”

I was sure my wife had asked her, so I checked but the look on her face told me even before she confirmed it that she clearly had not.

The fact that a child who has just turned 2 figured all that out on her own is quite impressive. But as we are talking about her she starts to tell us about her “baby” that is in the bedroom (her doll she got for Christmas) and then, this happens:

LT: There is a baby in there (taps her mother’s bump)

Me: Yes there is. What should we call him?

LT: Bad baby?

Me: (making a disapproving face) no-o not bad baby… what name should we give him?

LT: Darth

I am not making that up. And all conversation ended due to laughter.

But… what does she know about her brother…?!

(Insert dramatic music here)

Farming Life

The Little Turtle (2) Does look like a little angel, with her blue eyes and blonde curls, but her enthusiasm for me is what properly gets me every time.

In the morning, the ritual is to take out some of the large slices of tree I stored earlier in the year, and then, axe in hand, cut it down to sizes that can fit in the wood burning stove that also heats ll the radiators in the house.

Without fail, she will ask to get dressed, shoes, coat and sometimes little gloves on, so she can stand at the top of the short stairs above where I chop the wood to watch me. She wants to help put the cut pieces in the basket but she’s a little short and the bits can be heavy anyway, and I want her to stay at the top of the stairs because sometimes a chunk of wood will fly out to the side.

Even so, she will sit out there with me, saying a few funny things or commenting on the work.

“Daddy, you’re bashing it!”

Her favourite one is when an axe strike doesn’t immediately produce a new chunk of wood.

You can hear the glee in her voice: “Daddy, you MISSED!”

She will sometimes be sitting at the table getting ready to eat and just sing to herself: “daddy, daddy, daddy…”

And last night, she was in the bed with us sound asleep and all of a sudden she shouts: “Daddy! And… And…” (she does this when fully awake too) “I felled in the SNOW!”

She had in fact fallen in the snow a few days earlier and of course, being as this is an EVENT in her life she repeats it to everyone who will listen.

I started to say “Ok darling…” but my wife shushed me… I look, and… the little turtle is sound asleep.

Dreaming of talking to daddy even when she’s passed out.

There really is nothing to compare to the love of your children. My wife keeps telling me she doesn’t want any of them to grow up, because she loves how they are at these ages. I understand, but I am probably more excited to see how they develop and what kind of people they become.

When a darker mood takes me I fleetingly think about people who intentionally hurt, rape or do even worse things to children. And at those times, I am more certain than anything, that such people need to be wiped out from the face of the Earth, along with anyone and everyone that would cover for them, hide them, or help them.

There simply are no consequences on Earth that would stop me from reducing such people to slurry if they ever came near one of my children. And I cannot fathom for the life of me, how any father (or mother for that matter) could in any way not feel exactly the same as I do on this.

The more you live in touch with nature, hard as it may be compared to the soft lifestyles we have all been accustomed to, the ore obvious it becomes, that some “people” just like some noxious, poisonous critters (except even those have more of a right to life on Earth) simply need killing. And I really don’t give a shit how politically incorrect this might sound. Certain crimes absolutely need the death penalty, and we need to reinstate it globally ASAP.

IRL beats everything

This Christmas I was rather remiss with messaging people and wishing them a Happy Christmas and New Year. Mostly because I focused on doing the things that needed doing for my family to have a relaxed time over the holidays.

On Christmas day we basically didn’t even get out of out PJs and just watched the kids go nuts with their presents, which thanks to my wife was a literal mountain of odds and ends. She also got me some nice tops and colognes.

She wanted to go crazy with Christmas dinner but I finally managed to break through the usual female delusion that whatever they imagine is reality —the five small crazy people running around the house helped of course— they tend to break through most self-inflicted delusions of blissful parenting, and she finally realised no one cared for a specific Christmas dinner as she envisioned it, and everyone was happier just chilling out and eating random stuff and pigging out on panettone and biscuits. Including her since she did not have to stress herself out making an elaborate dinner.

The point of all this is that with our phones mostly ignored and just normal, in real life stuff going on, it was really quite awesome.

My eldest daughter taught the 4 and 5 year old to play the card game go fish. The littlest one (she’s just turned 2) got a baby Yoda stuffed toy that she absolutely loves, because she has been addicted to watching the Mandalorian. She literally likes it more than anyone else except maybe the little viking, but even he does not follow the plot as much as she does.

I even managed to read a couple of pages of one of the books that has been on my bedside for the last six months.

But above all, this time has driven home deeply how artificial most of our lives have become.

We are not meant to spend 8-13 hours a day sitting at a desk shuffling electrons from one spreadsheet and email to another poor bastard in some other office doing the same. And even if you are earning millions, which most people in that situation are absolutely not, you can’t enjoy it really. So you may have the nice house and the big cars, and the two week holiday in Bora-Bora, but IF you have children, they are being raised by strangers and you see them less than those strangers do. They are spending hours and hours and hours a day being indoctrinated in ways you don’t even realise are control mechanisms. Like for example, if one kid keeps bugging you and shoving you, and you punch them right in the mouth, that now means you’re a bad kid. Which of course is complete bullshit. And when they are small what do they really learn? What do they really need? They need to be able to rear, write and do math well.

All the rest they can learn faster and deeper at home and without any of the nonsense. You can certainly interest any kid in the Roman empire, or the real history of Christianity, or the (real) reasons for WWI and WWII along with the politically acceptable version to skate by the zombies that still outnumber us.

All while showing them also how to drive a tractor, recognise different plants and animals, teaching them how to track and hunt, cook, keep house, use a spreadsheet to keep track of things, figure out how to survey a piece of land, deal with things like bills and figuring out stuff they never teach you in school. Especially things related to alternative energy sources and so on, as well as classical physics and chemistry. Certainly everything taught at elementary school can be better done at home by any reasonably educated parent that is working as a farmer at home, all while playing/working at the daily things that you need to do on any farm.

And is farm life hard? It sure is.

It’s certainly not for anyone wanting an easy life without physical effort, and it certainly isn’t the idyllic and easy life that pretend-homesteaders on YouTube would have you believe. Especially the ones who in reality have other income which is actually what they really live on.

Even the ones that are not flat out lying about how they live, what they grow and where their food come from, can, inadvertently and unintentionally, give a false impression to people who simply have no concept of how life works when you are really trying to live off the land as your main source of income.

Despite all this, if you plan a little ahead, it is without a doubt a more satisfying way to live than most.

The main issues are to reduce any recurring costs, which means things like land taxes (in the USA at least), electricity and water bills, any recurring services like phones or internet costs, petrol, gas, diesel, and of course the basics of food.

After that, even if you did have enough space and know-how to raise animals, say some chickens and a couple of pigs for butchering and say a few goats too, the maintenance to keep them fed, alive, and protected from predators is not nothing.

And the food you might grow is dependent on the weather and many other factors that are often out of your control.

The ideal situation is you having the property with no debt, some regular income that hopefully is from passive income, and enough savings to tide you over while you learn how to make yourself more self-sufficient. Even then, emergencies or sudden injuries or illness can wipe out your safety margin quite instantly.

These are all realities you need to face and some of them that you didn’t consider will hit you too. And keep in mind that in my professional opinion, being a farmer is at least as dangerous as being a full time martial arts student or instructor in terms of potential injuries, and more dangerous than being a professional bodyguard.

Despite all this, if you manage to make yourself self-sufficient and essentially able to survive even in the event of the proverbial zombie apocalypse, you will be part of a new kind of “elite”, that is, people who no longer need to rely on the conventional dictates of those who run this world through fiat money, bureaucracy, blackmail and force.

The plan is to become immune from the pressure of fiat money first (hopefully you are immune from blackmail as long as you’re not a child rapist on film like many so-called hollywood “stars”), then organise to take over the local bureaucracy so you become immune from rules that you can avoid or countermand officially (or the other way around, whichever you can do first) which is why settling in small hamlets out if the way and populated by like-minded people is step one.

Eventually, if you are successful, force too will be brought to bear on your community, so plan ahead and remember that a smaller but determined force with skin in the game almost always can resist a larger force that is mandated by people and reasons that are completely disconnected from the people on the ground supposed to execute them.

So, yes, real life is “harder” than living online and being a wage slave. But really… is it?

Only you can answer that question, and ultimately it answers the question as to wether you are the type that prefers a gilded cage over your own freedom.

And just like on the dojo floor, all your words and social media posts mean absolutely nothing when compared to the physical reality of your actions. Or lack thereof.

As usual, the point is always the same: Know Yourself.

And if you are a wage-slave type, just admit it and stop lying to yourself.

And if you are not, nothing they do will be able to keep you down anyway, so my posts will hopefully just save you time and effort in terms of what to prepare for and what to avoid.

May God show you the way.

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