I wrote briefly about talking with a few of my fellow Men in my last post, and I intend to do that again. I’m forging bonds that hopefully will go the rest of my life. It’s good for Men to connect with like-minded Men.
While I was talking with these Men, we were “swapping notes,” so to speak. We were sharing stories and experiences. In this day and age of “Fempowerment,” “You go Girl!” and “Believe Her,” I think it is so important that Men speak up and speak out.
I believe that Men need to have their voices heard. For far too long we Men have been sitting back, biting our tongues, just “going along to get along.” We need to use our voices in opposition to the lies that are being spread to our fellow Men. Our brothers, our nephews, our sons, and our fathers.
We need to use our voices and our presences to let other Men know that they are not alone in the Dark. We are out here. We are broadcasting a signal for those who are seeking truths instead of the bullshit that is being propagated by the mainstream media.
We need to let other Men know that they aren’t crazy and delusional. We have some same shared experiences that we have witnessed with our own eyes.
I encouraged those men that I talked to to use their voices if they haven’t already. I encouraged them to speak their truths and their experiences. I encouraged them to add to the signal that is already being broadcast, to add to it and strengthen it. To add more beacons of light into that great sea of darkness.
I encourage you, the Man that is reading my words right now to do the same.
Start a blog.
Start a YouTube channel.
Get on Twitter and start speaking your experiences.
Create a podcast and bring on other like-minded Men and have a “roundtable” about your experiences. Compare your notes with one another. Speak your truths.
Push back against the lies you’ve been brainwashed to believe since you were a little boy. Let others know that it’s okay to be a masculine Man. Let them know that feminism is a lie.
Start making your voice heard. Scream into the Void. Sooner or later, and from my experience, sooner rather than later, someone will find you, they will tune into your frequency, your signal, and a connection will be made.
We are throwing lifelines out into the Dark. Someone is bound to grab on and pull themselves in.
Get in touch with me. Let’s make something happen. Let’s throw out a lifeline or two. Maybe we will save a life.
This last week has been hectic at work, what with the holidays and all coming up. I still made time to do something that I wanted to do and I have zero regrets in doing it.
2019 is going to be the year where I will travel around the country as much as time and money will allow, to meet as many of the Men that I’ve met online. I decided to start a little early though, and so I sent out a request to my followers on my e-mail list.
I told my e-mail list that I was wondering if any of them would like to talk to me. Bare minimum, I could wish them a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. If they were interested, all they needed to do was reply to my e-mail with a phone number and a time that would work for them for me to call.
I’m glad I did that. I got a far greater response than I had hoped for and a less greater response than I feared.
What I found out when I called those who were willing to have that phone call was like minded Men. Sure the age ranges varied, as did many of their life circumstances, but overall these Men have experienced similar things and had similar views that I hold.
I’m glad that I took the chance on them and that they took the chance on me. Zero regrets.
In this day and age of censorship and being de-platformed, it’s only a matter of time before Men get silenced from a keystroke from some SJW sitting in a cubicle somewhere, simply for expressing themselves as Men. We could be “unpersoned” simply for having a different point of view from the established narrative.
Like how the War on Feminism is already over, true freedom of speech has died for all I’m concerned. If you have to watch what you say, and can count on a clock the time it will take to be silenced, true free speech is already dead.
Many Men in the ‘Sphere are setting contingency plans for their eventual banning and deplatforming. I’m working on mine as well. It’s only a matter of time before someone comes along, sees what I have written or recorded and decides to be offended and demand blood. Let them come. I’m ready. I’m waiting.
In the end, a Man is only a phone call away. Start setting up those connections and bonds now before you get silenced and that opportunity dies with your internet presence.
Offer your phone number to a Man in need. Offer it even if he doesn’t need it. Call him when you get a number. You may be surprised to find that you have more in common with him than not.
You won’t regret doing it. I sure didn’t.
I’m forging bonds as I write this that will go past the internet. I’m going to meet these Men and forge further bonds with them in person.
This is how you adapt, overcome, and survive. This is how you thrive, succeed, and excel.
Make those connections that go beyond an avatar on Twitter. Forge those bonds that go beyond words in a chatroom on YouTube.
Go beyond a picture on Instagram.
Make the offering. Make the phone call. Create bonds. Create alliances.
Find out that you are not alone and probably not the minority after all.
Screaming Into The Void. It’s a term I’ve come across recently. For me, it evokes an image of a person screaming into a gigantic, never-ending black nothingness. Nothing escapes the Void. Whatever goes into it never comes back out. No sound ever leaves it. Not an echo, not a murmur, not a whisper. Not even light can escape the Void. It’s a black hole.
Being on the internet and on social media specifically, is like screaming into the void. You create a blog, you start putting your thoughts and feelings out there, you start bleeding on your keyboard. You pour your soul out, you expose all your fears, insecurities, ideas, anything. Anything to be heard, anything to be seen. Anything to say, “I’m here. I’m alive. I matter.” You pour it all out. Then you hit “send,” or “publish.” And then?
Nothing.
Oh don’t get me wrong, your words, your thoughts, your pictures, your ideas are out there. You can see them on your screen, large as life. You can click an array of links and get back to your words, your essence. Yep, still there.
But still. Nothing.
And this can go on forever. It really and literally can.
It can make you lose hope. It can make you want to give up. Trust me, I get it. There’s been many times over the years that I wanted to give up, to say, “fuck it,” and go back to watching television or reading a book, or doing…. Whatever.
Maybe I’m masochistic. Maybe I’m just stubborn. Maybe I think that what I say does actually have some value, and that maybe, just maybe, some day, some time, somewhere, someone might actually penetrate the Void and find what I’ve put out there.
It does happen.
It can and does take time, but it does happen.
When I first got on to Twitter, like everyone else, I had no followers. So I followed a couple of “celebrities.” I watched the tweets, replies, etc. I’ve come to realize that most of your really, really big accounts have handlers. It’s not usually that one person doing the actual tweeting. Of course, there are always exceptions. But most of the time, it’s not the actual person that is named on the account doing the tweeting.
I then started following some of the big accounts followers. Little guys. Guys a lot like me. Guys who followed a bunch of people but had few followers themselves. I found some of their tweets added value to my day, my life. So I re-tweeted what they said. Maybe I really liked what they said. Maybe they said it better than I could have said it. Sometimes I would add my two cents in the re-tweets.
Soon, I started replying to their tweets, adding my own two cents. Most of the time, and even today when I reply to something, it usually goes into the Void. That’s okay. I’m not necessarily looking for interaction. I’m just adding my two cents. But every now and then, somebody replies to my reply and a sort of dialogue opens up. I’m no longer screaming into the Void.
So I decided to start a blog. This blog. And in the beginning, it was me screaming into the Void again. Even now, when it comes to comments on my posts, when it comes to interaction with others, I’m still screaming into the Void. That’s fine. I’m not here to get a bunch of followers and have a ton of interaction. I created my blog mostly for me to log my thoughts and my journey through my life and my experiences that I’ve gained from learning about the Red Pill.
Anyone who finds this blog, anyone who reads it, is simply going along for the ride. I’m doing the driving and the navigating, you dear Reader, are just enjoying the scenery. Hopefully you are enjoying the ride. Hopefully you are enjoying the reading. I hope you are getting something of value from what I write.
I have no idea how many people that follow my blog actually read my blog with any consistent basis. I like to think that there are a couple of people that do. I like to think that there are a few of you out there that have found my blog, you’ve penetrated the Void, and that we have some sort of common connection. Some sort of common bond or experience.
And I know I do have that. I do have that connection and bond. Comments do come in from time to time. Interactions are had. Moments are made.
In some cases, friendships have been forged. It’s truly an amazing time we live in.
I created a Youtube channel a long time ago. I set it up mostly so that I could watch what others have created. I then decided to add to my channel by putting up videos of my animals doing what they do. Those videos are still there. I’m not taking them down even if they are dumb. Those are moments that bring me joy even if you or anyone else think they are stupid. I don’t care. It’s not about you on those videos, it’s about me and my life.
I then started adding videos of motorcycle rides that I’ve done. That’s another passion of mine, motorcycle riding. I’ve seen a lot of places, met a lot of people, created a lot of memories while sitting on a motorcycle. One of my closest friends I met on a ride.
Then I started adding videos about things that I’ve talked about on this blog. Some of it is me reading my blog posts word for word. Sometimes I add things to the videos that I didn’t know or think about at the time I created the blog post. Sometimes the videos are off the cuff, me flying by the seat of my pants. Everybody has different ways of gaining knowledge. Some, like me, prefer to read the written word. I get the most “bang for my buck” by reading.
Some people gain more insight by seeing, by watching. This is the second best way for me to get something out of something.
Some people gain their insight by just listening. Welcome to audio podcasts and audio books. I like these as well. I do find that I enjoy listening to podcasts and audio books, but I tend to wander and that if I’m truly trying to learn something, it’s better for me to either read about the subject at hand, or watch something about it. Just listening, for me, is more about relaxing and entertainment value.
I then took the audio portions of my videos and turned them into bonafide podcasts. I decided if I’m going to scream into the Void, I’m going to scream into as many parts of that Great Nothing as possible. I’m going to put as much out there as I can, because maybe, just maybe, someone somewhere will find it.
I think the the term Void is misleading. It’s not really this great big black hole nothing that our words, our thoughts, our hopes, ideas, and dreams go into.
It’s more like a radio signal being broadcast into space. In some cases this is actually, literally true. If you are broadcasting something via some form of radio transmission, you are actually and literally broadcasting into space.
The point I’m trying to make is that the signal is out there. It just has to be found. It takes time. Sometimes a lot of time. But it gets found eventually. It always does. Someone, somewhere does find it. So you keep going. You keep writing. You keep doing videos. You keep tweeting. You keep doing podcasts. You keep sending the signal.
It only feels like the Void because you think it’s the Void. It’s not the Void. It’s just space. It’s just tuning the radio dial to the right frequency. It’s just tuning in. It’s just timing. Keep at it. Keep doing it. Keep going on. Keep doing you.
I’ve received all sorts of feedback via direct messages, texts, and e-mails about my videos and this blog. I’m not screaming into the Void. Not any longer. I never really was. People just tuned into the frequency that I’m transmitting on. The Void, the silence, has been broken.
While I send a decent amount of time writing my posts, tweeting my tweets, and making my videos, I also spend a good amount of time tuning my radio dial. I spend time looking for new connections and content. I too am travelling through space looking to find new experiences and learn new things. I’m tuning that dial. I’m looking for you.
Don’t stop doing what you are doing because you feel like you’re screaming into the Void. Don’t stop. I’m still trying to find you. Give me a chance to find you. Don’t give up. Not yet. You haven’t done it long enough to give up yet. I’m still looking for you.
Rob Says 
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