Of Men, Zombies and the Apocalypse

It is undeniable that there has been a major rise in all things zombie and apocalyptic recently. There are numerous reasons for this, and I don’t care to hear or discuss them, not now. Save one. The apocalypse resonates with something deep inside us, deep within the heart of men. Civilization crumbling to hoards of zombies touches upon an instinct that is otherwise left dormant. But let us consider, for a moment, what this apocalypse would mean. Millions upon millions would be left without access to food and medical care, causing deaths beyond our comprehension within a weeks, or even days. Without someone to look after them, young children, elderly, cancer patients, diabetics, our weak, sick and especially our most innocent would die. Tens of thousands would be left to rot, zombies or no. We would have no new food and oil shipped around the world. Areas without natural access to water would die. The tens of millions who are accustomed to going to the store for food would starve within months or weeks. Major population centers would be the first to fall to the masses who hunger and thirst within. Many cities only have enough food to last a few days at most with out more being shipped in. How long have you ever gone without food or drink? Now add zombies into the mix of millions of sick, starving and weak people wanting only to find a drink of water, or a safe place to rest peacefully for a … Continue reading

Be Afraid

What is this thing called fearlessness? Tell me the bear defending it’s cubs from the wolves feels no fear. Tell me the Masai tribesman standing before the ferocious lion with nothing but a spear feels no fear. Tell me the wolverine defending it’s kill from a bear ten times it’s size feels no fear. Tell me the Spartans felt no fear when faced with an endless hoard ready to wash over them with the flesh and blood of every nation under Persian rule. No sane creature may be without fear. Our bodies are meant to feel fear. We are meant to be afraid. It keeps us alive. It focuses our body and mind on survival. Fear primes our muscles for action, draws blood from our skin so we will bleed less when cut, puts our senses into overdrive so we may better perceive threats. Fear is a chemical reaction within our body. Fear is meant to keep us alive. A creature that does not feel fear will die. Then what is fearlessness? It is an illusion. One may only appear fearless. Those on the outside do not understand, for they do not feel the fear. But you know… the fear is very real. Push forward despite the fear and you will be seen as fearless. Courage and Bravery are better words for what is called “fearlessness”. Achieving courage is simple, becoming brave is very straight forward, but by no means easy. Step 1: Be afraid. Face the lion that is your fear. Step 2: … Continue reading

The Iron Master

In days of old, men had their tools of war to turn to for training. Now, we have no such instrument with which to hone our abilities and train our minds for conflict. In the past, it was the sword, shield, spear, bow, javelin and sling to use in training for war. Daily, warriors would awake and train with these tools. They ate to grow stronger for war. They studied to grow more intelligent in things of war. Their entire lifestyle and philosophy of life was designed, in some form or fashion, to better prepare them for war. War, the physical fight and it’s tools, was the Iron Master of our ancestors. Wars change, warriors don’t. For the average man today, we do not have a force of bronze shields wielding spears and swords marching upon us. We do not have a neighboring, warring tribe that we must train our use of the bow to fight. Our war surrounds us, nearly invisible. It is seen in the soft and weak, in the depressed and hopeless. We are a people who run from challenge. A people in need of an Iron Master. Just as warriors of old needed to train the body, so must we. After all, that is where much of our war takes place, in our weak and sickly bodies. So our Iron Master must be one who trains the body. This fight, the conflict, this challenge, will train the body, mind and spirit to become as a warrior once again … Continue reading

You Are Not You

Inspiration, your Alpha Mode, Daimon (Greek “Genius”). The Real You. Hidden beneath but begging to be unleashed. Quietly ignored by most, fully embraced by some. All throughout history mankind has recognized this power. It has had many names. Those I listed above are only a few. The Greeks had a far different understanding of it than we do now. They believed every person born had a spirit, their daimon or “genius”, bound to them. This genius would look out for them through life and at times take them over. The greeks did not see being a genius as something you forced, instead you let it happen. The genius, inspiration, cannot be forced. In the book “The Virtues of War” a novel about Alexander the Great by Steven Pressfield, Alexander recognizes his daimon. He knows that his daimon is really him, also named Alexander. “He is not me,” I [Alexander] have said, “but a creature to whom I am bound. It is as if this thing called ‘Alexander’ has been twinned with me at birth, fully formed, and that I only now discover it, aspect by aspect, as I grow. This ‘Alexander’ is greater than I. Crueler than I. He knows rages I cannot fathom and dreams beyond what my heart can compass. He is cold and canny, brilliant and ruthless and without fear. He is inhuman. A monster indeed, not as Achilles was, or Agamemnon, both of whom were blind to their own monstrousness. No, this ‘Alexander’ knows what he … Continue reading

You are a King

You are a king. Your body, your kingdom. Your limbs, it’s warriors. They will do as you say, but only if you give the command. If your body is too weak it is your failure as king to keep your kingdom strong. I learned this through training. My deadlift had stalled because my grip could not support holding the barbell any longer. My warriors were too weak to serve. So I trained them. Over the course of a single weekend I trained my grip heavily, primarily through the use of some very strong hand grippers. In training with the grippers, there were multiple times where it felt as though my muscles ceased to be muscles and were instead another entity, blindly following commands coming from elsewhere. When I reached a point that I thought my hands couldn’t squeeze harder, there would be a disconnect. Suddenly I wouldn’t be closing my hand, I would be ordering my hand to close, speaking the command in my mind, and my hand would close. It felt as though a robot were closing my hand for me. The king issued the order, and the warrior obeyed. And the warrior grew strong. When I lifted the bar again that Monday, it was effortless. My grip was so tight on the bar, my concentration so intense, that I surprised myself with the ease with which I lifted it. Now, weeks later, my progress is stalling because other areas of my body are too weak, but not my … Continue reading

Power of Tenacity

When I was a kid, I lived in the high desert of California. We lived down a dirt road, and we had no fence around the six acres we lived on, nor any of the surrounding neighbors. Animals could walk freely along our property. One day, I was standing in the kitchen and right outside our window were two coyotes fighting. The look in their eyes was ferocious. Angry. Aggressive. Ugly. Dangerous. Vibrant. As they were rolling around right outside the window, biting and clawing each other, they weren’t trying to persevere. Perseverance is just a nice, gentle and fancy word. “Keep on keeping on”, they say. But this soft language hides the harsh reality of what those words truly mean. In reality, this perseverance is ugly, angry, and aggressive. True perseverance, real tenacity, is obsessed with survival in order to make it through the hardest times. Those coyotes were living a much harsher reality then we are willing to recognize. In order to live, they needed something much nastier and uglier than our pretty word “perseverance”. After they finished their fight, I heard them howling wounded for several hours, out of sight. On a normal day, I was allowed to roam the desert without question. On this day, I was told not to go outside. Why? A wounded animal is much more dangerous than a healthy one. An animal that has just been on the edge of death is the most dangerous. Why? He has most tenacity after such … Continue reading

Break the Addiction: Comfort

The strongest sword and the most beautiful golden crown have one thing in common, they were birthed in fire. At one point, the gold and the iron were nothing but a dirty rock with a little valuable ore within. From there, the rock was torn apart and melted down into a boiling liquid that could eat the flesh off bones. From there, the molten metal would be poured into a mold to form an ingot after cooling. This ingot would then be repeatedly heated up and beaten with a hammer, for hours on end, until the desired shape took place. After reaching the desired shape, the crown must finally be polished and the blade sharpened. At this point is the metal cool and strong, ready to be used or worn. Ready to serve it’s purpose. Ready to to conquer and rule over empires. But all this only after being consumed in fire, beaten with a hammer, drowned in oil, and ground against a stone. Before the sword may rest peacefully yet powerfully in it’s sheath, or the crown sit gloriously on the head of a king, it must be put through a force strong enough to break the bonds between metal that are too small for us to see. You are too comfortable. You are nothing more than a chunk of ore, and that is all you will be unless you surrender your comfort. You will never be able to grow and become successful if your top priority is comfort. … Continue reading

Why I Don’t Want Life To Be Fair

People seem to think that the word “fair” means you get what you want because some how you’ve earned it or deserved it. Occasionally, they try to imagine a world that was “fair”. Well guess what, that world would suck. Here are two hypothetical examples of two hypothetical children: Kid one grows up in a poor family, never goes to school because his dad died when he was six and he works every day to take care of his family, didn’t learn to read until he was fifteen, his oldest sister gets pregnant and can’t work, leaving him to take care of his dying mother and three younger siblings all by himself until he is found stealing food and sent to prison leaving his family uncared for. Kid two grows up in a rich family, goes to college without paying a dime, gets a “great education”, gets a job as a lawyer, then his grandparents die leaving him with a huge inheritance so he stops working and lives an easy life until he dies of old age. My question to you is, which is unfair? Most would quickly point out that the kid from the first story had the unfair life. Now, which is fair? You can’t really say the second story is fair, because sure didn’t work for any of that money. He didn’t earn/deserve the status he was born into, he didn’t earn/deserve his education (it was paid for), he didn’t earn/deserve his inheritance (someone else just died and left … Continue reading