Yess fam, you heard us. We will be launching a podcast where YOU will be the featured guests. This will not only be a very fun project to co-create with you all more deeply, but also support you in getting your message spoken in a different format. Some of you have much gold inside, yet are still struggling to speak it truly direct to the camera (which takes years of practice) so the podcast format being just a casual conversation is very effective. The Podcast will be hosted by our team, Nihal taking lead on this to kick things off, with Justice there to support. More news on this soon, next steps, and how you can get your episode scheduled! Blessings. <3

Hey beautiful souls, I had been working on this poem for a while after being inspired last year at a retreat with some Australian Bush poetry. It was requested that I post it here so people can read it They rounded up the scrubby boys with scabs across their knees, The ones who’d swing from ironbarks and wrestle in the breeze. The type who’d spit to test the wind and race the dogs for fun, Who’d chase a footy through the dust until the setting sun. They rounded up their laughter, their dirt, their skin and bone, And told ‘em to behave themselves stop bein’ wild, get grown. “Sit still,” they said. “Speak proper now. Don’t fight, and don’t ask why.” Then called it “discipline” the day they made a dreamer cry. They took ‘em from the paddocks, from the gullies, from the creeks. They wiped away their stories when they dared to try and speak. They swapped their songs for silence, their battles for a desk, And taught ‘em how to tuck it in and keep it all suppressed. They gave ‘em medals just for manners, shamed ‘em outta rage, Told ‘em how a man should act at every bloody age. “Don’t cry, don’t moan, just work it out, and don’t you dare complain.” And when they broke, they called it weak like they weren’t taught the pain. Some found their way to bourbon, some got lost in town, Some wore a suit and played the part, but never let it down. Some took to blaming women, some just blamed their dads, Some raised their boys the same old way and wondered why they’re sad. But listen close on cold spring nights, out past the edge of light You’ll hear ‘em in the timber, those boys who once took flight. Still swingin’ sticks at shadows, still howlin’ at the moon, Still barefoot in the red dirt, still whistlin’ their tune. They never really left, ya know they’re buried in our skin. The part of us that never fit, the bit we locked within. And maybe if we’re lucky, and quiet when we stand, We’ll hear them runnin’ home again with fire in their hands. Jr McGregor

Hey legends, just wanted to drop a quick note. I've been missing the calls and all your beautiful faces! Unfortunately, the usual times haven’t lined up with my schedule lately, but I’ve noticed some Q&A calls on the calendar that are in a time I can attend! Super keen to jump back in, reconnect, and catch up with all you incredible humans. Much love Jack

Content creation is create work. Creativity is rooted in the feminine, it is creation. Being direct and concise, roots the feminine in the masculine. Bold and direct, balances out the masculine and the feminine. Be brave and speak your truth. Connect and feel the art. @Thor Aarsand does this well, @Eva Krom does this well. Eva, is deep and heartfelt and cuts clean through with her confident delivery. Thor, is fearless in his bold delivery and artfully covers deep topics rooted in emotion. (Below, are great examples Thor used to program his X1 AI model)

For most of my life, I felt like something was missing. I was doing everything I was supposed to do. Working hard. Being the nice guy. Trying to prove myself. But deep down, I felt lost. Like I was just going through the motions, waiting for something to click. No one ever handed me a guidebook on how to be a man. Society told me to be tough and never show weakness. Then it turned around and told me to soften up, be more agreeable, and never take up too much space. Both were bullshit. I spent years stuck in my own head, constantly second-guessing myself. Chasing validation. Holding back what I really wanted to say. Letting fear and doubt keep me playing small. And the worst part? I thought I was the only one feeling like this. Then one day, I made a decision. I was done living like a half-version of myself. I started doing the work. I broke the cycle. I redefined what masculinity meant for me, strength, confidence, discipline, and owning my fucking life And I realised something. I wasn’t alone. Everywhere I looked, I saw men struggling in silence. Playing nice, hoping life would reward them. Feeling like something was off but having no clue what to do about it. Stuck between feeling powerless and being told their strength was wrong. That’s why I built Modern Masculinity. Not as a soft “let’s talk about feelings” space. Not as an ego-driven, chest-beating boys’ club. But as a Brotherhood. A space for men who know they are meant for more. Men who are ready to back themselves, build confidence, and lead their lives with purpose. If any of this hits home, let’s connect. What’s your story? What’s been holding you back? Where do you know you need to step up? Drop a comment or message me. This isn’t just my journey, it’s ours.