2018 saw a radical change in my life.
I went from loving writing and doing so to help heal people that read me to being more angry, upset, and hating the world.
This stemmed from not being able to share my ideas as openly and as carefree as previously beforehand.
Certain ideas were starting to manifest in the public sphere of thought and no longer were my ideas accepted–but challenged.
The idea that life could be similar for any race, gender, sexuality, or creed went from being widely accepted to sorely rejected.
The writers space went from being open and encouraging to closed and monitored, and this was a radical change for me on how I ran my blog, wrote my articles, and connected with people.
No longer did I connect with others with an open heart, but I did so under suspicion and the fear that their views did not properly align with mine. It was done so out of fear.
This was my failing, I should have been brave and continued as I was; however the rate at which my work was being thrown back at me, edited in such a way that was offensive to me, and degraded whenever I questioned it — I no longer saw a life for me in the writers space.
That is when I delved straight into the manosphere — not out of necessity, but my heart was hurting at the time and this seemed to fill a need.
The people that talked for men seemed to have insight that even I did not have at the time; they were able to pinpoint actual challenges I was having in my own life with solutions on how to remedy the problem.
For a while the manosphere seemed to have all the answers that I was seeking. It was like the missing part to my life.
I had grown up without a father in my life and as I was growing up I lacked the sort of strong guidance one would need as a man for the trials and tribulations of what can befall someone like me.
Yes, I delved into all the right-wing influencers of the time. Lauren Southern, Lauren Chen, Pearl Davies, Milo, and many more — they espoused views that I had never heard before yet were strikingly prevalent at the time.
They gave the world the sense that it was missing, the answers that people sought but stopped coming from the typical left-wing variety.
I have always been left-wing. I champion the needy and defend the weak — nothing nor anyone will tell me otherwise that I am not left-wing. My ilk defended free speech against the tyrannical governments of the time.
Left wing has become a sort of weaponised dogma against anyone that has different views from the cultural narrative. Hell hath no fury like the fire that descended upon those that speak unaccepted views.
People are layered. To think that everyone should hold all the same viewpoints as you is silly.
To think that just because your brand of ilk is the accepted narrative then no similar ones can exist outside of your cushy bubble is silly too.
We are all different beasts of a different variety.
Yes, I enjoyed the manosphere when it was up and coming and people were searching for truth rather than clicks and views.
But along the way something strange happened.
My favourite influencers started going off the wall crazy — the manosphere became more like a ravenous man pit that no longer championed truth but sat to radicalize and weaponize men.
We saw the rise of people like Andrew Tate and a hundred other men just like him. You can see their bubbles; and the empty vessels that surround them.
They sit there on their podcasts lording it over all the women over there as if they are gods in their own right but forget that their own shit is piled higher than a mountain of wrongdoings.
Andrew Tate for example got women to love him so that he could start up his own cam sex ring.
This is not love; this is not even honour — this is the same debauchery we are all trying to escape from.
To pretend that this man is knowledgeable in any way about fulfilment in life is lying to yourself and those around you.
To pretend you are escaping the matrix by following this man is trapping you in the same cycle of lies, theft, and deceit.
Then there is the porn guy that sleeps with a hundred women yet pretends he has an anchor on love and honour. This is sick and twisted and stupid.
The world is going to hell and it seems we need to save it from itself.
The manosphere is filled with men that do not know love, nor do they inhabit these principles.
For sure they know hard work and graft, but they talk as if they are experienced in the world of relationships and dating when they know neither commitment nor honour.
Their snake oil is potent, but it is short lived.
Because men eventually grow up, fall in love, and want to commit to that woman — and then they question themselves why those that they listened to never did so?
There is a bitter emptiness to money and fame in this world. Those that have it know not of love, nor honour, nor principle, and a reckoning is soon to happen.
And we will be the ones to bring it forth. The people I build, the people that forge their souls in our discord; we will build honour, love, righteousness.
Let me be clear — it does not matter if you want to be a window cleaner or a brain surgeon; what matters is that it gives you purpose in life and you are working to happiness.
Happiness is the main goal here.
A mountain of gold does not solve happiness. It makes life easier, but it brings along with it it’s own barrel of problems.
This is where the manosphere gets everything wrong.
The pursuit of wealth is an empty and vacuous endeavour. The people you meet, the networks you foster, the abundance that comes from it — empty and devoid of all meaning.
I know myself, I have experienced it.
This is why at Alchemy Defined we build happiness and lots of it.
Then true gold is forged.
