The IronWill Project: Year 3 of MAC DADDY: Realising My Greatness [90 Day Sprint: 9/90]

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The IronWill Project: Tuesday 12th March 2024

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Morning Routine: Skin, Hair, Myofunctional Therapy, Affirmations, Visualisation: DONE
Sunrise: DONE: Just did a minute today
Meal Prep: DONE

(1) Sales: Daily hustle. Will start now, and report back. I will do my best, and want to hit 8hrs of focused work.

(2) Coaching: 1 on 1 delivery & Group. This, is never work. This is deeply joyful and something I love. I am working with these guys throughout the day. Having the Telegram group, and seeing them all working away, is blissful and gives me life. I’ll setup their group call, and get them moving to elite.

(3) Admin: Getting to tasks from yesterday.

Notes:

Had some family admin sprung on me yesterday, had to go take care of various bits for my parents, dealing with one of their properties, had to bring my brother’s car back from the garage after a repair. He totalled it, but he likes the car, so had it repaired. These tasks, MOGGED me yesterday. Fuck.

Outside of coaching delivery, I got 3 hours of focused work done. This, is not good. I’ll be better today.

One of the tough things about business, is that it does take laser focus. You have to deliver services, and also, do marketing and sales. Both are mission critical. I am strong in coaching in consistent performance, and every facet, I have down. The business side, I am weaker, but through consistency, am learning.

That isn’t what is difficult, though. It’s what you have to say no to, that is hard. The friendships, that you just struggle to keep up. The texts, you struggle to reply to, as your inbox gets flooded, and you have so much going on.

What I did, was just contain all my key people in 2 groups. I have an Inner Circle group, for biz, and a dating chat, No Brains Crew. For people who don’t want to use groupchats, there is not the time in the day to get back to them. So those relationships just dwindled over time. Which is sad, but the brutal truth is, if you want success in life, you have to genuinely work so hard, and pour your heart and soul into it. Your head is focused, daily, and your world becomes different.

This stuff, always pays off. It brings greatness, just takes time. In anything I improved at, it was sheer determination and a relentless attitude that got me there. Whining and self pity is easily done. I could get on my soapbox about doing all of this work, and not having gotten a girlfriend out of it, which was why I started of course. That can be the pathway for some men. Year 3, isn’t the year. I may get what I seek, in year 4 or 5. I’m not meeting women I find particularly attractive just yet, and that’s fine. I will level up.
For the true dogs: if you want to get somewhere with women, money, your looks and physique, on my forum here, I’ll tell you the truth, and you won’t hear this from coaches or “experts” who will blow smoke. This journey, is one that will test your very limits, if you are not equipped with sufficient looks, that is.

The actual truth, is that you will need to grind like an absolute monster, for multiple years, to even see some small green shoots of success. These experiences wil be rare. Take a look at the last 2 girls I fucked:

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In my log, I called this chick Balkan Beauty. She was awesome, sweet, fun, positive, and a great girl. Wish her the best. She was in town for a week and left. Texted her after, she replied a little. Now, obv got on with her life. Fleeting encounter but fun.

Dino, was a bit of a weird one and didn't necessarily enjoy it.

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These were both fairly decent looking. The gal from Montenegro, was totally lovely, thoroughly enjoyed our time together. The Dino, was frauding a bit. She looked much worse than her pics, and the 2nd time she came over to bang, I was not into her at all, had ED, and just fooled around a little before she left. Not ideal.

These experiences, are hard won, after 3 years of daily, consistent effort. No time off, no breaks, no “I just need to relax for a while”. Ever. I got up and fucking WORKED for 3 years, and kept doing the process. Rarely, I would get a lead that is decent looking. And I would strike like a fuckin peregrine falcon descending from the heavens lol.

My advice:

-Take SMV maxxing VERY seriously. Do not be determined by anyone's protestations. Is your match quality persistently low? Mine, on average, sucks after 3 years. I seldom get any at all. Why do you think that is? Low SMV + Very niche product. Funny how they don’t tell you this online, hey? You can’t blame them. They just don’t know, because they never had the experience. With self improvement for a year or two, they were able to attract decent chicks, the occasional pretty chick, and there was no need to go further. You have to thank these guys for their contribution, be grateful, but move on and go deeper, think bigger, and not allow their limited paradigms to impact your friendships. It is OUR personal responsibility, as men who are not from the correct mould for success across the board, to solve OUR equation. No one can solve for it for us, but US. And we will do it, with grace, dignity, and abundant positive energy.

-Lean into the performance game. You have to think about this differently from how the others do. If you absorb the wrong paradigms, you will not breakthrough. You will be chewed up and spat out, I warn you. Equip yourself with the deep long term performance principles to go way, way, way beyond the rest. This, can be developed. Fortunately, I did have this, so was able to make progress. If I didn’t, I likely would have quit somewhere in year 2, when I had a 10 month dry spell.

This comes down to work ethic, consistency, and deciding to take the path of true masculine excellence.

If you do that, and will stop at absolutely nothing: you will start to win.

This shit, you have to go super hard for man. You have to know, man oh man, I am GRINDING. You can't delude yourself or BS. If you are lower in looks, I am warning you now, you truly will have to bleed for this shit because women are not the way you think they are. They're actually in a very different reality, have insane options and choice. and look their dating apps and DMs are full of Chad so your ass is going to have to become a hustler to compete.

And yet, it can be done. I stress the importance of consistency. You have to think differently from some of the people you've been led by and inspired by, because what those guys are doing and what they did, may not work for you!

Think differently & find ways to win. It can be done.

Living proof right here

-MAC DADDY

[lacroix]

Dammn dude those girls are really attractive. Were those off of online dating? It's really impressive how far you've come.

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Dammn dude those girls are really attractive. Were those off of online dating? It's really impressive how far you've come.

Yeh online homie! Feeld for the gal from Montenegro, Tinder for the 6ft3 Dino.

They were both solid in looks. I liked the gal from Montenegro, she was a beautiful girl, really good personality, vibe, energy, and of course, she was a gorgeous girl.

I like women like that. Solid looks, solid personality and vibe. I appreciate them and they add a lot to the world. I am happy to do the work, to spend time with them, they make it worth it.

The rest I suppose we just screen out.

Glad to see you posting around the forum homie keep it up

-Ravi

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The IronWill Project: March 13th 2024

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(1) Sales: Low ticket product, Workshop Dev.

(2) Coaching: 1 on 1 calls.

(3) Gym: Train hard. Hit kcal and macros.

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Admin: Forum transition, Myofunctional therapy, Tattoo, NYC Admin

Notes:

Superb work day yesterday. Used the pomodoro technique and got tonnes of focused work done, basically developed a $7 product which contains my central ideas on performance and consistency. Putting on a killer workshop this month, which will be insane value, and only a few bucks.

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Good day so far, really enjoyed my coaching calls with IW clients.

Back from the gym. Some really hot girls in there. I enjoy chatting to different people in the gym here and there, mostly men, and sometimes girls, though mostly older ones or not hot girls. I like having a laugh, but I like to focus in the gym, and work very hard. If it was socially calibrated and normal, I would chat to one of the hot ones, if she was using some equipment I am using for instance. My vibe is good, so people generally like me, and it's easy for me to chat to anyone tbh.

Getting stronger and stronger. On flat bench, did 87.5kg x 12, 100kg x 2, and then 105kg x 1 for a new PB. I will keep blasting and getting stronger and stronger. I will bench 120kg soon, to truly MOG The Bulldog (@colgate) who is hot on my heels. He will start flying.

I really want to deadlift 220kg this year. I did 170kg last week, and will try 180kg this week. I believe I can do 220kg this near, to nail a cheeky 500lb deadlift.

Totally possible.

Putting on size, I have chunked out a bit. Face, looking fatter. Damn, talk about Low SMV Hell & getting BRUTAALLY MOGGED

Despite the facial fatness, I still get girls looking at me a wee bit in the gym. Nothing major, just little glances, but I do notice it. I am sure it's nothing any other guy who is clearly confident, well groomed, and takes care of themselves isn't getting.

May try my hand at some night game on Friday, just solo, to see what happens.

Chilling out for 30m and then back to client calls.

-MAC

[Renton]

So a few months ago you were having regular breakdowns in this thread about how over it was etc. Now you're banging hot girls? How did you make it happen? There must have been a step-change somewhere.

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So a few months ago you were having regular breakdowns in this thread about how over it was etc. Now you're banging hot girls? How did you make it happen? There must have been a step-change somewhere.

Spent a week w/ two of my mentors in NYC, @pancakemouse and Dante Wolf. They helped me out a lot, showed me what Game actually is, helped me understand masculinity and presence, and helped me understand that I am not broken, but just needed to work on some subtle social calibration and changing my vibe. I spent a lot more time with friends, practiced a lot of Letting Go (David Hawkins), did inner work, and psychedelics, and just found the joy in being around people and socialising again.

When I was actually able to see the things Pancake & Dante showed me in person, I kind of got it, and understood where I had some deficiencies.

Things slowly improved from there. And I found a lot more confidence and leadership. The big change, was just going to NYC, and being around the right people, who were able to teach me the right things, push the right ideas into my head, and help me implement them. If I didn't go, I would still be the basket case I was a year or so ago.

The sort of Game they have developed in NYC, which is very much based on finding one's deeper masculine essence, helped me a lot. Stepping into it, and becoming a far more assertive and dominant individual, things just got better, and will continue to.

-MAC

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I should also give credit to the GOAT, Scotty, who also has had a remarkable impact on me.

Speaking to him a lot, absorbing his thinking, I had a lot of insight and lightbulb moments.

Surround yourself with Greatness. It will drip into you.

-MAC

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The IronWill Project: Thursday 14th March 2024

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(1) Sales: Daily action points – low ticket product development, workshop development, scorecard development.

(2) Coaching delivery: 1 on 1 & group. Working my guys through their process, walking with them, giving them 100%. We are a family in IronWill, people go through a lot, and we get through it together. It’s a deep game. How you get through to people, is by caring, genuinely, and bringing your most deep intent to help, serve, with upmost compassion, integrity, and leadership. That is what drives true change. I love each day I walk with these men, they have made me a better man.

(3) Admin: I will be taking care of overdue admin, as a priority today, and doing this first. I will do forum transition tasks, speak to the technical team, and map out next steps. The forum, will have new mods (Bman, Pancake) and I will form a new mod chat, and we’ll plot out the forum’s new structure, and take it step by step.


Notes:

Wonderful discussion with my recomp coach, Adam, this morning. I have been cheating on my diet, and gained 10lbs since Budapest. According to measurements, half of this was muscle, and half, was fat. Adam and I worked through it, and we explored some steps I could take, to tighten up, The thinking, processing, and reflection, as well as the accountability, was incredibly helpful, and a testament to Adam’s skill as a coach – patient, knowledgeable, supportive, encouraging, and understanding that all problems, have a solution.

We will be implementing some small adjustments, which will increase my nutritional compliance, and support my growth and physical development. The techniques I will be using, are IronWill techniques, of putting our areas for development and sticking points, front and centre, and using tools to re-affirm this, throughout the day. Alarms, mantras, mission statements, and so on.

Many thanks for your patience with the forum transition, and also, for continuing to show up each day. It means a lot to me that you post on my forum, and help me realise my mission of creating positive, competent, professional and respectful men of excellence.

I suppose I should apologise for being so slow with the transition. My fault entirely, and I will strive to be better.

The reason I do this, is to help you become great. Because the truth is, when I see others rise, it is the thing that drives me own desire for success and greatness. Perhaps this is a form of selfishness, I don’t know, but I think being genuinely happy for others, and seeking to strive for oneself, is a healthy and mutually beneficial endeavour. I feel a remarkable sense of kinship and brotherhood with other men in self-improvement – I suppose it is because, it was the space in life, where I found true acceptance, indeed, was celebrated and praised. Andy and Radical valued me highly in their program, saw me as a leader within that, and they saw me as a leader for the forum. Indeed, the other men of the forum, also, for whatever reason, saw the community as safe in my hands. I suppose it is just because they could see, I want to help people. These are positive characteristics for a man to have, and won me mentorship from the likes of Pancake, Rags, The Dom.

What I know about success, is that even if you are not necessarily of tremendous stock, and have had a challenging past: passion f**king trumps everything.

I have been obsessed with human potential all my life, in various facets. Once I was a powerlifter, who then got injured, and my life did spiral from there. I learned many lessons from being deep in the Iron Game, though I lost them now, with the 14 years of challenge that came to my life, I can still call on some of the extreme toughness I developed under the heavy barbell, training with world champion powerlifters in my teens who helped teach me about success.

From my old YouTube channel. I deleted all of the videos of me lifting and competing, sadly. It was too traumatic to watch, when I had such severe injuries and was in a downward spiral for many years of my life. I thought it was "over" for me so to speak, and went into life's gutter, I am a man who was a statistic. And I am also a man, WHO STOOD UP AGAIN!

"Passion Trumps Everything"



"....people who get locked into a vision, that's it man, that's their drive, critics don't matter, this doesn't matter, that doesn't matter, they're going to do whatever it fucking takes to be the best at what they do....most people in society, will never understand that, because they've never had passion about anything. People who've had passion about things, and worked their fucking assess off, will totally get it......just because you have a sticking point, does not mean you're not going to go any further, you just have to get smarter, you need to try something different, there are thousands of people out there who are more than willing to share information...."

Now, looking back all those years, I can see how, piece by piece, I learned how to THINK BETTER to be more successful. Guess what really did me in, was the 10+ year crisis I was in with anxiety and mental health. Now I am doing pretty good, well, I think my life is going to take off. Big time.

-MAC DADDY

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The IronWill Project: Friday 14th March 2024

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(1) Sales – 4hr Block:
-Low Tickert Product Dev
-Workshop Dev
-Scorecard Dev

(2) Coaching Delivery:
-1 on 1 calls
-1 on 1 coching + group coaching

(3) Content
-One to many strategy: Write 1 article, turn this into long form, short, social posts, and blast across all socials.

Others:
-Gym: Train hard, smash deadlift progress. Intent on 145kg x 10, 160kg x 1, 180kg x 1
-Forum transition: Try again today.
-Focus: Low stimulation.
-Weekend Prep: Off to do an inperson mentoring day w/ a client tomorrow, in Oxford. He is doing a major goal achievement project with me. Mentoring day, and then socialising at night with him.

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Tattoo

I've also been thinking about "tattoomaxing" for a long time, but have always put it off. What exactly are you thinking about?

Have you thought about Tirzepatide/Twincretin for weight loss? This seems to be new and absolutely legit, there are many reports about it.

[pancakemouse]

Twincretin

Damn, this has to be one of the worst drug names I've ever heard for English native speakers.

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Tattoo

I've also been thinking about "tattoomaxing" for a long time, but have always put it off. What exactly are you thinking about?

Have you thought about Tirzepatide/Twincretin for weight loss? This seems to be new and absolutely legit, there are many reports about it.

Full sleeve, my friend.

I actually am going to post my research on the matter.

I hope it is useful for others also.

Re. weight loss: just leaving all of this to my coach. I do zero thinking on all matters body recomp, he does it all. He saves me time, and has upgraded my entire life. I no longer battle internal demons around my body. He does it for me. I like him, he's great.

-MAC

[Thrice]

I actually am going to post my research on the matter.

What research? I'm going for a full sleeve too but i didn't do much research, i chose a tatoo artist i liked from he's Instagram pics to be honest

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Hey gents,

Apologies for my absence last week.

For the past few weeks, since returning from Budapest, I have been called to do a lot of reflection, and my mind has been a very busy place. Deeply, my intuition as a human, has been telling me for some time, Ravi, something is wrong.

This has been a thought, that has been bothering me night and day, for a long time now, to be frank.

Years.

I was not ready to talk about this, for years. For my entire life, I suppressed it.

It is from going on this journey for the past 3 years, the support, the mentoring, the coaching, the working through all of my issues, systematically, one by one, that I have begun to understand myself more. The more I healed myself, and the more I began to enjoy my life, I gained strength, confidence, belief, and now, after many years of work, and pulling my life together, I am ready and strong enough as a man to talk about my real issues.

I am a childhood trauma survivor.

I grew up in a household, with an abusive father.

He was a true demon, and he tortured his own family. Brutally.

The first time I realised my Dad was a bad man, was when I was 4 years old. I knocked a vase off the top of a cabinet, and my Mum freaked out to the point of totally losing her shit. Not because I did something wrong, but because if my Dad found out, she knew what would happen to both of us.

My Dad, got an arranged marriage to a beautiful, beautiful girl from a small village in North India, from a really solid, traditional, God-fearing Sikh family, who married her off, and she was then expected to do her duties as a wife, no matter what. She never met the guy before, and was just sold off like cattle, with no say in the matter, and no option to do anything other than be a slavishly devoted wife and incredible mother. Or, shame her entire family. These force of shame, is a deeply powerful force in Asia, and in traditional family structures. People will literally have their entire soul destroyed, and live in unimaginable agony, before they risk shame.

Which was what happened to us.

As she was beside herself with fear, tears, and praying to God please don't let anything be broken, she saw that only a small piece of the vase had been chipped. She loudly praised God, in her fit of tears, and she could see I was totally puzzled. She said, I've got an idea, and we'll be able to fix it. She frenetically rushed around the house, found some tape, and she found a way to tape the small chip from the inside of the vase, so no one observing it from the outside could tell. She hugged me, and was overjoyed that she was able to fix it "this time", and she tearfully reassured me and made me absolutely promise I will never, ever tell my Dad that I knocked over a vase. She made me swear I wouldn't, and I said I wouldn't.

I was 4.

My Dad then returned from work, and I greeted him at the door. He was smiles and quite pleasant. Because I thought my Dad was a good guy, and I thought I could tell him anything, and he will protect me and have my back, because he's my Dad, I just told him the entire story, because I thought telling the truth was the right thing to do, or so my teachers told me in school. They told me, people will understand, and it's OK to make mistakes.

"Oh, and by the way, when I was playing, I knocked over a vase, but it's OK, don't worry, Mum taped it"

All of a sudden, the entire energy of the experience changed.

He initially thought I was joking and just playing some imaginary games, as I did at that time

"What vase do you mean, you little mouse? There is no vase here"

I could tell something had shifted, and I remember how I had never seen my Dad look like this, with his facial expression, his tenseness. But I was naive, and a kid.

I told him I would show him. So I took him by the hand, and went to show him.

"That vase there" and I pointed to it

I remember the absolute fear in my Mum's eyes, and the look on her face.

Unbeknownst to me, this was the moment that would change my entire life.

My Dad attempted to murder me when I was 4 years old.

He initially was laughing, and said, oh but you couldn't have broken it, there is nothing wrong with it. He literally at this point, thought I was making it up, and playing imaginary games like I did, running around the house and making up stories.

"No, I am not making this one up, it really happened. Look inside, Mum had to use some tape"

And at this point, my Mum was already started to cry and shake, tremor, and become hysterical. I was so confused, and thought why the hell is she acting like that.

My Dad took a very different tone then. "OK, I will look at it and see if you've been breaking my stuff"

He took the vase off the cabinet, saw the tape, and then exploded into the most uncontrollable, most maniacal, demonic rage you could possible imagine. He completely lost control. The vase, from the outside, was immaculate, btw. We are talking about a small chip, of about 3cm. When taped from behind, it was impossible to tell it had ever been damaged. But he didn't care, to his mind, his wife had disobeyed him, and the boy that belongs to her, who he had to work to support, is now breaking his stuff, that is how little respect these parasites have for him.

I looked at my teachers in school, and thought adults were kind, useful, and wanted to help us young kids. I was not prepared for what would then occur.

He smacked me with am open palm first, full force, and then I began to cry and scream. His rage then went up 10 levels. My Mum was trying to reason with him, and tell him that is enough, he will not do it again. But he was just driven into more extreme rage by this, and now, it was my Mum's fault. "You've taught him to do this, this is your fault, and now I am going to show you".

I tried to escape, and ran to the sofa, and rolled up in a ball. He descended on me, as I was rolled up in a ball, and proceeded to beat the living shit out of me.

When I saw he beat me, I don't mean, a few slaps. I mean, literally attempted murder on a 4 year old child. He was roughly the age I am now, so 32 or 33, 6ft6, 18 inch arms, an enormous beast of a man. And he was punching a 4 year old boy, full force, with uncontrollable, extreme rage. He had seen red, gone into fight or flight, and decided he had to take me off the face of the earth, because I was the boy that came from his wife, who he saw as just a drain on his resources, and someone who was a sub-human, lower than him, and who didn't deserve to be in this world. Truly, this is how much of a demon this man was.

My Mum was hysterical, screaming, begging for him to stop, "Please, please, he's a baby, you can't hit baby boys like this, he will die! Please, you're going to kill him, he is going to die!"

He was in such a rage, he was screaming "Good, good, let him die, and then I will kill you next"

And then, my absolute G of a mother, showed me at the age of 4 how she is my guardian angel.

She literally threw herself on top of me, as I was a small ball having extremely heavy blows land on me, and she covered me with her body, holding my small 4 year old frame so tight, she literally absorbed all of these blows. I felt them, I heard them, and to this day, have been unable to get this scene out of my head, the awful sounds of my Dads fists smashing upon her.

She took these blows, as I was screaming and crying, and kept reassuring me, "It's OK, son, I will protect you". When he had truly beaten her to an actual pulp, he stormed off to his room, where he was screaming at the top of his lungs for 5 or so hours, "don't fuck with me, that is what happens when you fuck with me, I don't give a fuck, I don't give a shit, no one breaks my stuff"

Me and my Mum sat there, staring at each other, without exchanging a word. For hours.

I was broken that moment on, and I have never been the same since At 4, I lost my childhood innocence, and was tramatised to the bone. Even back then, I knew, something had happened to me. I used to like looking at the sky. It used to make me quite happy and I was always drawn to nature. I remember how, the next day, the sky didn’t look the way it used to any-more. It just wasn’t as blue, and there wasn’t the same colour left in the world after that. I knew, even then, something has happened to me.

Now, as a 32 year old man, I can see, at that moment, me and my Mum had both been traumatised to the absolute bone, and we both know, we had lost our innocence. She was a young girl herself, she was married off at 21. Beautiful, from a good home, the kindest and sweetest religious girl you could imagine, never drank, never smoked, to this day, an absolute angel of a human being and the epitome of love, kindness, and the goodness of the human animal.

That was the first time it happened.

Needless to say, from this point on, these events and occurrences, would happen. It went on like this, for years.

In every way your father can possibly fail you, mine failed me. He literally made my life hell, and went out of his way to make sure I lived in absolute misery.

Somehow, I shut down emotionally, around my early teens, and just convinced myself that I will grow up one day, and I will succeed, and spit in this guys face. However, the guy did true damage to me, I developed severe anxiety and ADHD/dissociation from the time I was 4, couldn't focus, was crying all the time, literally every day,

He completely broke my brain, and the abuse caused me to develop depression and anxiety at fucking 5 years old! I cried, daily, for years. For the first year or two of school, I literally could not enter the classroom. I would cry from the moment I got up, to the moment school ended. Typically, I would just go to the cloakroom, place a bunch of coats on me, and huddle up in a ball and cry for hours. The teachers, were understanding, and left me to it. They did help me, and found a kid to be friends with me, sit in the cloakroom with me, sometimes all day, and with his help, I eventually entered the classroom, and started normal education. This set in motion the lifelong pattern of finding other men, and getting them to help me.

When I was 16 years old, on my birthday, when I got up in the morning, my Dad came up to me and told me he hated my guts.

My Dad did not speak to me until I was in my late 20s. He didn't initiate any form of conversation with me, have any contact, or even say hello to me until I was 27. Though I went away to Uni for 3 years, and lived away, I actually lived with my parents until I joined this forum, and the other men helped me get my life together, and helped me move out of my parents place.

This dude, literally almost destroyed me as a person.

What was my saving grace, and why didn't I become a criminal or drug addict?

My mother, was my guardian angel. She is the most beautiful, loving, kind, sweet, and genuinely good human being I have ever met, she loved me tonnes and tonnes, unconditionally, literally an angel, and for that reason, though I have had thoughts of suicide twice in my life, because in my core, I know my mother loves me, I didn't do it.

Something I can recall, from when I was 7-9, was looking up at the cabinet and seeing that vase, still there. I looked at it, and would think to myself, before I knocked that thing off, I was a happy boy. Now, I am a sad boy. I would ponder, sometimes for hours, what my life would have been like had I not knocked over that vase?

The insane incidents, the thing I have seen, are just so sordid, so disgusting and inhuman, they are the stuff of nightmares. The worst abuse of human beings you can imagine. I have lived through it.

So, yes, you've read Can't Hurt Me by David Goggins.

And almost 900,000 of you have read my log.

There is a reason childhood trauma survivors pique interest. This is a truly savage experience, and those who have lived it, will know how our world is just a different world.

I am also a childhood trauma survivor, I also came from Hell, and why I resonated with David Goggins so much, was he came from the same Hell I did, and not only did he get himself out, but he has become an inspiration to millions of men. Like me. He was the one who finally got through to me, and convinced me that I could, too, be something in this world. So I started my journey here. I knew he had the wound. Childhood trauma survivors, know when other people have the wound, and we find each other, befriend each other, and somehow, we do this to heal.

My Dad, did real damage to me.

And yet, I forgive him. For the past 3 years, I have been speaking to him. I can tell you, he is an incredibly weird, autistic, and genuinely remarkably odd human being. Frankly, he came from an awful background himself, was deeply traumatised by the early death of my Grandad, who was a fantastic guy, and in response to this, my Dad's world fell apart and he became a monster. That is the only way I can describe him. His trauma, over 20 years, has been processed, and now, he is able to speak to me to some degree. To everyone else, he is an entirely different guy. This, I have learned, is what happens in childhood trauma. Everyone else in his world, sees him as a normal and pleasant man. But his trauma, is linked to his wife and kids, we are his trigger, so with us, his demon came out and it sought to completely destroy everything it could touch.

.....And it almost did. But the force of evil, cannot defeat the force of love. And my mother's unconditional love, her unwavering, decades love love, support, deep belief in me, and her encouragement, saved me, and stopped me from also becoming a demon. She made me into a good person, and a being of light, who does the right thing, does no harm, and actually fixes the real problems.

Why did I hold such anger to women?

When I was 4+, those many years when my Dad was abusing me and my Mum, I would cry to her for hours, why did you marry him Mum? Why did you bring a man like this into my life? What if he kills you? What if he kills us both? I would cry hysterically, but she had the patience of an angel, and would speak to me for hours.

She reassured me, one day, I would grow up, and when I am an adult, I would be able to get a job, and I could take care of her. The evil situation my Mum was in, was akin to slavery: she was not allowed to leave the house, to learn English, to work, etc. Yes, this is the type of home I grew up in. Absolutely brutal and savage evil.

"Just pray to God, and we will be OK" she would reassure me.

She survived the beatings, we both did. We pushed through for years, just off of each other, but I couldn't help but feel so bad about my life, and that the other kids in school didn't have to live like this. In my young brain, I mean I was a baby, I kind of blamed my Mum in a certain sense - how could the most beautiful thing I love more than anything in this world, who loves and adores me, bring a man like this into my life? She would explain, she had no choice, her parents made her do it, and she loves her parents, and cannot divorce him or leave him, because if her parents found out, they would instantly drop dead on the spot. This caused me to reject Punjabi culture from an early age, reject traditional values, and basically internalise a huge amount of hatred for men like my Dad.

These autistic inept fucks, cannot find women, because they themselves were broken by their own childhood, and they get married off to women who have literally zero choice, and destroy them, their own children, and bring chaos and evil to everything they touch. Demons. I spit on them.

The reason I believe in self improvement so deeply, is that a man, can become a genuinely good man, who is able to truly love and support a woman, and then, be a fucking fantastic father, and make his children so happy. SELF IMPROVEMENT ALLOWS MEN TO BREAK THIS FUCKING CYCLE AND END IT!

You cannot get the first woman who gives you attention. You have to become actualised, get really good with women, raise to your highest version of yourself, and solve all the inner issues that the journey engenders, so you can truly fix yourself, find an amazing honey, and build a happy home together. This CAN be done.

Despite what he did to me, I am a good, law-abiding citizen.

A consummate professional, with ethics, scruples, and who deeply cares about other human beings.

I live a very healthy, positive lifestyle, I support other men in particular and wish to see them become positive, professional, successful men, who want to do the right thing, who treat women the right way, and who will become positive, loving fathers.

I have never used violence against another human being. Rather, I have used words, logic, reason, and walked away from conflicts are not productive.

I have treated women, with kindness, respect, love and decency.

I went to an elite University, despite coming from the ghetto, failings schools, being surrounded by horrible scum.

I found other, positive, successful men to mentor me and develop me, to be a good and proper man.

My saving graces, were my Mum, and the many, many, many, many men who I have found throughout my life, who accepted me as their brother, who walked with me, loved me, put their arm around me and sheltered me from evil. I have found these men, time and time again in my life, and they kept dragging me up from the abyss, and putting me onto better paths. They always had the same archetype: highly intelligent, ethical, strong values system, non-conformist, and wanted to see success. The first one, was my friend who got my out of the cloakroom when I was 4, my childhood best friend A, who was also a Punjabi kid but he was from a normal home. Then, my best friend when I went to secondary school, Ross, whose parents did divorce, and this radical thinker decided at 11 he would break the cycle by being lifetime teetotal and becoming "a mad scientist", which he actually did, and I am beyond proud of him - he is a senior analytical chemist and lives in a beautiful country home with his wife, the first girl he dated at 16, and has a beautiful baby boy. These men, shaped me a lot, and Ross deeply encouraged me to go to University and to succeed. He was driven at 11! We were two ghetto boys from the slums, but Ross, by the grace of God, was given a 140+ IQ, so he forced me to study, work hard, and be a better man. I learned a lot from him, on how to live. He never really knew I was from an abusive home, but he did know my Dad was weird, but I had a good Mum. I think the fact we both had Daddy issues, drew us together. A, the previous best friend, also had Daddy issues, though his Dad was not, at all, abusive, and his home life was normal and solid.

Honestly man, when Ross left my life, because he went to a different school at 16, my life spiralled, and I went from a top performer in school consistently getting As (in a failing school, this level of academic performance is uncanny, the kids in my school were fucking thugs and on drugs etc). My issues started coming to the fore then, but I then found powerlifting, and coped using that. But it was always there. Started drinking a lot. Worked hard, got good grades, got into an amazing Uni against all odds. And then, drank tonnes, did drugs, and still was hurting so bad inside. Left Uni, anxiety escalated further and further. And then, by 24/25, I was toast man. Done.

Housebound and fucked up for years.

...But my Mum, never stopped believing in me. EVER. She saw all of this unfolding, saw all my destruction, and still loved me unconditionally and never stopped believing that I would become a success one day. It was because of her, that internally, I simply cannot give up.

People have commented on my relentlessness and inability to give up. That, is because of my Mother. Women, are good. And they are indispensable. We need women, and we must fight for women. They are a force for good in this world.

I got back into work at 25, worked like a fuckin SAVAGE, got promotion after promotion, and then, at 29, I was finally ready to start the REAL journey.

I always knew this point would come in this journey.

I have achieved so much, and keep getting better and better. But I realised, I still have a weight on me. And it does not go. I have been battling it for months, but a few weeks ago, I stopped my suppression of it. And as I asked myself, what is this, I tried to work it out, but it became clearer, that something is just not right. And I had to put my finger on it. And I discovered what it actually is.

I discovered, that I have unresolved childhood trauma, and now, I am ready to deal with it, work through it, and heal myself, and become a better man.

There are demons in this world.

Here is how you kill them:

Forgive them

Become a positive, compassionate, professional human being, who adds value to the world

Heal yourself, heal your wounds, and become loving, kind, and genuinely nurture and support others

Start your own family, but with the correct family system/structure: Two loving, kind parents, who truly love each other, and are ride or die --> Raise happy, healthy children, who love themselves, love other humans, and love life --> Watch them become positive, kind, good souls in this world, and raise their own children, with love, kindness, and grace

BREAK THE GOD DAMN CYCLE AND LIVE THE REST OF YOUR DAYS A CHAMPION

WHO WAS GIVEN AN IMPOSSIBLE LIFE

WHO WAS RAISED IN THE DEPTHS OF HELL, A CHILD GOD PUT IN THE SEWER, AND SAID OK KID, GOOD LUCK, HOPE YOU MAKE IT OUT OF HERE

AND GEUSS WHAT

I WILL BE THE ONE

NOTHING WILL STOP ME

NOTHING

NEXT STEPS FOR MAC:

Firstly, I am not dating anymore.

I am done.

I have forgiven my Dad. I am living with my parents right now, and I am at total peace with this. My mum, remains an angel. My Dad, remains an aloof oddball. He speaks to me, daily, as if nothing ever happened. When I say speaks to me, I mean, he will wander past me, say something incredibly odd about a customer at work, or something like that, and wander off. That is how bizarre, socially inept, autistic and fucked up this man is. He should not have been able to have kids in the first place. The institution of arranged marriages, failed my family, and produced a fractured, abuse unit, which left decades-long negative consequences on everyone within in.

This is why I have rejected the idea of "going to India and finding someone" as has been suggested. That, does not fix the problem. And I am smart enough to know that. For all my failings, I still have a high IQ, and am one of the top 5 most intelligent people in this community of 3,000+ men. Sit with me, talk with me, see how my brain works, vs how your brain works and you'll see there are just levels in raw ability. I have played life on impossible mode, and still found ways to win, using the few abilities I was given, and turning them into the ultimate weapon to snatch my life from evil.

I am starting trauma therapy, with my friend Kristina, and I am going to prioritise healing myself, working on my business, and becoming a healthy, happy, positive man who can love a woman, truly, be a positive monogamous partner to a woman, and be a man who can raise happy, healthy children, and live within a supportive, nourishing family structure.

My first session is today.

I will now, work on my self, my business, and work on healing my inner being.

I will not be around men who are actively dating. I am not ready to be around that.

I have left my IronWill Inner Circle dating chat. And I will be leaving No Brains Crew.

In terms of next moves, I am not going to New York. I will send this entire post to Dante.

When I am ready, and I have dealt with my past, I will resume dating, and try to find a good partner. I will resume my mentorship under Dante, who will be the one who will get me there.

I will now, go somewhere low cost, cheap, and just work on healing myself, being with myself, and finding peace.

I will not live with anyone who is actively dating. I don't want to see it. I will return to it, when I am further along in my process.

If I have been ghosting, ignoring, or otherwise, just not on top of things; here's why. I have been pre-occupied with this, for so long, and suppressed it has been so tiring, man. It scatters my brain, leaves me at sorts, and just admitting to my little brother a few days ago that I need to speak to someone, has helped me a tonne. I know @Thebastard sent a DM asking me why I just ghosted him. Well, amigo, here is why. I love you from the bottom of my heart, and if you were ever a real friend to me in the first place, you will understand I have been having this stuff rip through my brain every waking second, for months, and hence, figuring that out and being able to deal with that, was a priority. I know it's not hard to send a message, but you of all people, who is also a guy like me, with the same wounds, will understand if you are anywhere near your point in your process where you are ready to talk.....if you're not ready to talk, that's fine, I wasn't until now. My brother, still isn't ready to talk yet. That's how powerful trauma is, it will take over your entire reality, and force you to confront it, and deal with it. And if this means ghosting people you truly admire and respect, you will do it. You are probably mad at me, right now, but in time, you won't be, and I will personally apologise to you for not speaking to you. You'll then learn, I have done the same, to EVERYONE for months, because I have been trying to figure out what the hell is going on inside of me. I love you with my entire heart and soul and you saved my life. You can be mad, but I will honour you until my dying breath for what you did for me. You are a true titan, a one in a billion man, and to this day, you one of the most remarkable human beings I have ever met. You also, were traumatised, but you are still a loving, positive, and deeply good man. You have ethics, and do the right thing. Which you know, is also me. Don't forget, you trusted me wth thousands of dollars, and within 1 second, I paid it back, and you know how rock fucking solid as a man I am. Do you really think I just ghosted, or do you fucking realise I have been going through something? Again, you can be mad if you want, but in time, you will get it. Because homie, you too, have to go through this, and heal like I am going to have to now. We cannot escape our childhood. It comes back dude.

Me and my brother, had a long convo, we both cried, and we both finally were able to speak about our childhood and let it out. It helped, massively. The next day, he chatted a little more, but I can tell, he is skirting the issue and in supression. He is not ready too talk about it yet, just like I was not, and he won't be just yet. But he will be, when I get healed, he will follow his big bro.

I will heal.

Want to know why?

I have already done the following:

-Overcome extreme anxiety, agorophobia, social anxiety, obsessions, panic attacks, depersonalization and derealisation
-Overcome severe clinical depression
-Overcome brain fog, cognitive distortion, high brain inflammation
-Overcome spinal injuries which meant I could barely even walk for years
-Overcome obesity, lost 100lbs
-Overcome chronic fatigue syndrome, hypothyroidism, deep insomnia not able to sleep properly for decades
-Overcome severe ADHD / obsessive thoughts making it damn near impossible to think straight for even 1 second
-Beat my severe approach anxiety, approached thousands of women
-Went from 0 dates at 30 to now 200+. Slept with lots of girls. And found ways to connect with women and appreciate them again.

This was never anything about women. It was me, hurting at my Mum for marrying my Dad, and 5 year old Ravi learning that when you love a woman, they will hurt you, by making choices that will bring a world of hurt into your life.

I suppressed my anger and hate for my Dad, for 32 years. I have never, ever, called my Dad "Dad" out loud. From the time I was about 5, I began hating my Dad, and have never loved him. He also, has never loved me, and literally never cared about me, once in my life. He did nothing for me, and just left me to fend for myself, whilst giving absolutely no fucks about me at all.

I took a guy as fucked up as that, and made him into a top performer, a structured, productive business owner. I live a life, of excellence, health, function, and clarity.

My future, is bright.

But now, I have grown so much, gained so much strength, I am ready to deal with my past, find peace with it, and properly and truly heal myself.

As you can imagine, this guy really did damage to me, and gave me a laundry list of problems to work through, and solve, by my f**king self.

And yet, every puzzle life has put in front of me, I have solved. Every obstacle the world has put in front of me, through sheer heart alone, has been completely destroyed.

The trauma, lives in my head. It is there, and it makes me heavy, feel pain, and robs me of enjoyment of life. You do not know even 1% about my life. It is so insane, it could fill 5 books.

Literally. I mean this seriously. If you read about the lives of people like David Goggins, and you think, holy shit that happens in this world? There are people like that? There are kids who grow up in that?

Many of you have seen my posts, and wonder why I am such a mad man, and so driven.

I know my WHY.

TO PROVE THAT DARKNESS AND HATE

CANNOT DEFEAT LIGHT AND LOVE. EVER!

Nothing will stop me in my mission. Nothing.

I will heal.

Your friend,

-Ravi