Connecting with nature is essential And embodying the elements that exist around and within us And found old notes on how the elements can be present in our lives and the balance that it brings when blended into our lives 🔥 FIRE Follow your dreams, set up your goals and fight because you can reach anywhere you want in life. 💧WATER Be humble, be greatful, love others, serve others, learn how to accept things and go with the flow. 🌀 AIR Open your mind, free your mind, don't be a slave of your own beliefs and of others. 🗿 EARTH be simple, be a good person, do what you need to do for yourself, your family and your society 🧞‍♀️ Spirit Connect with your soul, with the universe, with nature.

Just finished 'Break the Loop' activity in classroom and it works! You have to be willing to put in the work. Not just one night but a multitude of wins throughout your week over months and years success ever comes after a day of work and scrapping be consistent in showing up How do you expect to show up for the people in your tribe or your community if you dont take care of yourself. Be the you that deserves to show up in your life A couple of hours after the work shop and thorough inner search i can see the change and I feel the strength to step along the path aligned to a respected version of myself

My friend told me there are men's groups focused on virtue and Christ on Skool. Here i am. Is Skool the place with the absolute CLEANEST digital community, with the higher end of cleanliness defined by Victorian era modesty standards?

From the moment I first felt it in my body, I was told to be careful with it. This ache. This pulse. This heat in my cock that felt like it could tear through the sky. And somewhere along the line, between growing up, religion, schoolyard shaming, and the quiet rules men teach each other, I learned that this force was “too much.” Beastly. Unspiritual. Something to apologise for. So I did what so many men do. I tucked it away. I laughed it off. I let women and the world see a polite, softened, controlled version of me… and I starved the part that was made to fuck, to take, to give. But this fire… this is not a curse. It’s not the sign of a broken man. It’s the seed of life itself. The masculine is meant to move forward. To thrust. To penetrate the world, and a woman, with something that changes her. To plant more than just a child… to plant truth, presence, legacy. Somewhere in our so-called “awakening,” that got twisted. We started to shame the cock. Shame the drive. Shame the man for wanting to claim his woman, for wanting to be deep inside her, for wanting to fuck her open. Yes, there are men who misuse it. Men who take without reverence. Men who use their desire as a weapon. That distortion exists, and it must be faced. But that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the clean, undomesticated current that rises in the healthy masculine. The kind that makes a man hard just from her presence, not because he’s starving for release, but because he’s overflowing with life. The kind that says, without a word, “I see you. I want you. And I will take you with every ounce of reverence and power in me.” Women feel it when it’s clean. They lean in, not away. Because it doesn’t drain them, it fills them. It calls them open. And without it? We get neutered men pretending to be “evolved” while their fire dies in the shadows. We get a world full of half-dead relationships, cold beds, and women starving for a man who can actually meet them. We don’t need less male desire.

It started the moment they pulled our great-grandfathers off the land and into the factories. Before that, men lived and worked close to their families. Sons learned directly from their fathers. Masculinity was passed down through presence, through watching, doing, being. Then came the Industrial Revolution. And with it, men were pulled away from the home. They became providers, not protectors. Distant figures, not leaders. Disconnected from the family unit and from themselves. Then came the wars. Men were taught how to fight, how to kill, how to shut off emotion in the name of duty. But when they returned? There was no integration. No healing. No emotional initiation. Just "harden the fuck up and get on with it." So that’s what our grandfathers did. And our fathers were raised by men who had been emotionally exiled, trained to perform, not to feel. And now… we are the sons of that lineage. We’re told masculinity is toxic. That strength is dangerous. That being decisive is controlling. That wanting to lead, protect, or provide makes you oppressive. Meanwhile, families are collapsing. Kids are growing up without grounded masculine presence. Women are burnt out from carrying both roles. And men? Most don’t even realise they’ve been at war. Not with bullets, but with distraction, sedation, and shame. The system didn’t destroy masculinity by attacking it head on. It did it by making us forget it. Forget our fire. Forget our role. Forget what it feels like to be in our bodies, clear in our mission, and present with our families. But here’s what I believe, and what this whole movement is about: Masculinity isn’t the problem. It’s the missing piece. And when men reclaim it, in its grounded, sacred, powerful form, everything starts to heal. The man heals. The family heals. The culture heals. But it starts with us remembering what was lost. 👇 Let me know below, when did you first realise there was something off about the story we were sold about being a man? What moment cracked it open for you?