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When you start seminal retention and go on the path of sexual cultivation, things change.  In the previous article, we looked at how to go about handling our powerful sexual desires.  No longer do we have to feel obliged to give into them with masturbation or intercourse.  It does not distract us.  The allure of the feminine no longer takes us away from out mission.

All of this happens within the first 3-7 days.

The next phase occurs during days 7-10.  It is a shift from the physical to the emotional.

For myself, I have noticed that I find the greatest emotional health when I have practiced for at least 10 days, reaching a powerful plateau at around day 30.  I have also noticed that following ejaculation, we lose all of the strength, we lose some of my spine.

In other words, when we ejaculate, men are more prone to displaying neediness, loneliness, victim mentality, freezing in the face of fear, and weak leadership.

On the other hand, when you develop our strength with seminal retention, you’ll grow in three main areas:

  1. The ability to stop everything and become centered.  What I consider a key skill in life.  When you are able to focus with definite precision.  Most of it becomes effortless.  The ability to get into the zone and become present and focused on what is in front of you.  Think about how much you have accomplished when in this state.  Think about all of the good things that have unfolded with women because she could sense this inside of you.
  2. The ability to dig deep and call on an extra 10% of sustainable emotional power.  Sometimes we have to dig deep and find that little big extra.  The challenge of competition and sport.  The killer instinct in our training.  The challenge of confronting real-life issues in our relationships.  The stamina to fuck a woman’s brains out.  Ejaculation makes our reserves feel empty.  When you retain your seed, the fuel in your fire will feel like it is overflowing.  With the right discipline, you can grind it out, harder, faster and longer.
  3. The strength to confront your weaknesses and vulnerabilities.  When we cannot look at ourselves in the mirror, we are living in a world of bullshit.  This is scary for us.  Often we feel ourselves in the verge of crumbling.  We build ourselves up, tell rich tales  to overcompensate to impress our friends.  We tell stories about ourselves to impress women.  Nobody is impressed.  They all see through it.  I believe that you strength as a man begins with your ability to confront your own weakness.  Confront his own bullshit.  When you find the strength of seminal retention, you build the support to hold the fort.  You can dip in and see what’s in there.  The thoughts of not-being-good-enough are no longer daunting for you.  Your fear of abandonment does not have to control you.  You have a place to retreat to, a place to come home to.  And that home is a place of emotional power and strength;  you alone built it.

Lance Armstrong is full of shit.

That is my honest assessment.  It has been troubling for me, as an avid follower of the great Tour, to watch it’s greatest champion fall into such disgrace.  I honestly gave him the benefit of the doubt.  It was such a magnificent story, rendered, promoted and distributed.

Unfortunately, it is all full of shit.

I cannot help but feel disturbed when I look at the archival footage featuring the man vehemently denying his guilt.  He is very convincing.  He makes his statements with passion and authority.  He demonstrates conviction in his demeanour and delivery.  My assessment when watching these videos today is that he is a pathological liar.

Lance Armstrong is full of shit.  And now, after losing everything, he is trying to salvage the situation.  He is trying to weasel himself out of a disaster.  I’m sorry, but this is all too transparent.

And then I watch these videos, and I ask myself why?  Why would he do this for over a decade?

And what was there to gain?  Success?  Personal glory?

Yes, sacrifices must be made, but I wonder how obsessed must a man become before he sacrifices personal integrity.  Surely, for all this time, there was a part of him that knew it was complete bullshit.  How do you repress that idea, that your life is a lie?  That you are a global conductor of bullshit?

Maybe the drug of glory is too addictive.  Maybe it is the glee of getting away with it.

Let’s say there are lessons we can pull from this.  In the spirit of this blog, what can we learn?


There is the question of using your intelligence as a self-managing bullshit detector.  Often, we espouse the idea of honesty and openness in ourselves.  I do not think this is a good strategy.  Our brains were developed according to the forces of sexual selection and deception.

The first step of honesty is to realise that you are prone to self-deception.

Catch yourself when you in the midst of your own bullshit.  It is not a logical thing.  It is an intuitive thing.  It is a gut thing.

You will say to yourself, “Hey, you know that thing I was thinking/doing/living, that is actually complete bullshit”.

Then take note of when you try to get away with it.  You know what I mean.  That smug feeling when you connive a guilty pleasure, just for you.  Stop it.  Cut it out.  Learn from it and replace it.  Do something different.

As men, we grow from facing our challenges.  Our first and greatest challenge is self-deception.


Every decision, action and reaction you have has consequence.  Own the impact you make on others.

Take complete responsibility for every single thing that happens in your life.  You must live your life dynamically, and it will shift the world around you.

Take responsibility and credit when good things happen.  Be humble.

Take responsibility and be honest when it hits the fan.  Be open and direct.

What you do, what you say, impacts others.  Yes, they are responsible for how they react.  You are responsible for how you treat them. You are responsible for your integrity when you interact with them.  It is a partnership, an agreement.  Do not violate that.  Sometimes you will make mistakes.  Apologise, explain yourself and do what is right to redeem your actions.

Your gut will lead the way.


Beware when your actions only serve your own glory.

When a man is obsessively seeking out recognition and success, he is a boy seeking approval and status.  He may achieve it all, realise it all.  But what does it matter?  When you die your ashes won’t care about the glory.  What is the use of a famous name to a pile of dirt and bones?

Service is the only thread that matters in the fabric of time.  Make your efforts live to serve.

Let us take that to radical lengths.

What service would cause ripples that go out beyond you?  Outside of you?  Past your lifetime?

What legacy can be left behind that can be built by your successors?

Beware chasing the fame and the glory.  Do not make it the goal.  Make it a bonus.

A piece of a different nature.

As I write this, I am once again caught by the bug of chess.  The game of kings, as Andy Dufresne put it.  A hobby that I picked up as a young boy, it is something that I go back to every few months, sometimes obsessively.

Perhaps a perfect example of the how chess captures my imagination can be seen below.  A remarkable game played by the then-World Champion José Raúl Capablanca.  Even more incredible was that the Cuban played his opponent blindfolded.

Whilst us poor amateurs (like me) awkwardly struggle with the mechanics of the pieces, the greatest players maneuver in accordance to intuition.  Mastery in action.

Chess is known to attract the most unorthodox minds.  In addition to one David Esotica, Gary Kasparov, one of the greatest players of all time, wrote the book How Chess Imitates Life.  An intriguing idea aimed at a niche audience, the game is was not immune to the reach of philosophy.

But of course, you’re reading this for something a bit more fun, aren’t you?

How Chess Imitates Seduction

This beautiful scene from the 1968 film The Thomas Crown Affair is an elegant metaphor for the game of seduction.  I love its subtext.  Layers upon layers of meaning.  Ultimately, neither the game nor the seduction is at focus.  It is the tension, insinuation and anticipation.

It reminds me of a piece of advice when it came to seduction:  Never play chess games with women.  A man cannot match her social intelligence.   “Sex is woman’s secret”, as the Chinese sages used to say.

I believe this to be true.  I found it best to be completely, sometimes brutally, honest about my intentions, allowing the situations to unfold for themselves.  Throw out the games, the tactics and the techniques.

However, there have been times when my work has been accused of being just that: an unethical deluge of sexual manipulation.  I will admit that this has bothered me at times, not because it questions the validity of my writing, but rather my own integrity as a person and as a man.

I spent a few moments reflecting on what was actually taking place.  Evidently, such spartan and caustic accusations had more to do with the accusers themselves.  But what was it specifically that was erupting?

Roger Moore’s seminal work King Warrior Magician Lover gave me some of the insights I was looking for:

The Magician energy is the archetype of awareness and insight, primarily, but also of knowledge of anything that is not immediately apparent or nonsensical (p106).

Certainly, this energy, combined with the Lover archetype, was extremely useful in my life when it came to relationships and women.  After all, what is more nonsensical to my logic than female intuition?

Further reading revealed more:

Whenever we are detached, unrelated… whenever we use our knowledge as a weapon to belittle and controls others or to bolster our status or wealth at others’ expense, we are identified with the Shadow Magician as Manipulator.  We are doing black magic, damaging ourselves as well as [others] (p114-5).

Reading these words, I could see pieces of my own journey.  Certainly, when Diana came into my life, I was tempted with the riches of using her for own means.  Looking back, I judge that I’d conducted myself with integrity, and I am satisfied that this has continued with the fruition of Red Silk.  I suspect some of these biting criticisms have come from men and women  living under the shadow of wounded fathers.  I recognise the place where they speak from.

If I took the chance to reiterate my personal mission, with my writing and my work:

  • To create a space of safety and healing for women, through raw and wild relationships, orgasms and sex
  • To create a space of empowerment for men, through shadow, initiation and a focus on young intellectuals

My vision for Red Silk is to reinvent to connotations of seduction.  With the archetypes in mind, it is brutal and powerful, deeply compassionate, water-tight safe and charmingly intuitive.  Like a fabulous combination on the mental chess board, the maneuvers attack a woman’s weaknesses with overwhelming force; weaknesses that she has hidden deep inside, secretly craving for them to be torn apart.

But sometimes I still get it wrong:

We live in a time when people are generally uncomfortable with the Warrior form of masculine energy – and for good reasons.  Women are especially uncomfortable with it, because they have often been the most direct victims of it in its shadow form… This is the age in the West of the “soft masculine”, and it is a time in which radical feminists raise loud and hostile voices against the Warrior energy.  — Robert Moore, “The Warrior”, King Warrior Magician Lover, p75

Meet my shadow warrior.

It is the part of me that takes action, the part that moves without thinking.  It understand the aggression and brutal force that is required to do what is done.  Its edge is sharpened, senses heightened.  Ready to move, to strike.  To cut.  To kill.

My Warrior is alive within me.

And so is my Shadow Warrior.

Tainted by the pain of my forefathers, my rage forces me towards destruction.

He lives inside me.  I own him.  My discipline holds him back from the brink.

Meet my Shadow Warrior.

He is a sadist, a power of unflinching cruelty.  He is driven by pain and by hate.  He is born from a place devoid of joy and love.   He wants to crush what is lovely and delicate.  He has the desire to conquer only to devastate.  He hungers to torture his victims before death.  He takes and he devours.  He craves hot blood.

He is meticulously trained.

He stalks the night.

He drives the knife in the dark.

But do not mistake him for his brother.

The Warrior in his glory.  They are so, so similar.

Both take action without mercy.  One is driven by fear, the other by excitement.

Both cut deeply for their interests.  One to destroy, the other to protect.

Both can penetrate with overwhelming force.  One to devastate, the other to liberate.

Meet my shadow warrior.

And see his brother reflecting in his eyes.