Going Monk Mode

Why Young Men Are Leaving 'The World'

It was too juicy a topic to pass up. A low hanging fruit.
Come, let’s explore some facts before we start-

1. Young men stuck their dick in
   the ground throughout history.
   And out. Came. Skyscrapers.
   They’re the backbone.

2. Young, fighting-age lads are dispersing from the
   societal spotlight.
   There’s a glint in their eye & few are coming back.

3. At least half I know, if not most, are dadless
   & starting with little inspo.

4. Most are ostracized.
   Thrown heartbreak & malice by modern woman.

5. I’ve even witnessed nerds & do-gooders break
   free from the pagan herd.

6. One portion are trapped touring Thailand & Vietnam
   to chase dopamine through sex with random women.
   Thirsting for power & validation.

7. Others succumbed to a porn-masturbation-consumption
   cycle, jerk off & rarely leave the house.

8. Many have resorted to financial pursuit, “The Grind”

9. Some have become criminals, scumbags
   & jailbirds.

10. Quite a few have began finding God.

In this article, I wanted to focus on the final latter,
that broke off & found more fulfilment with less material,

That men that transcended these trappings of sex, drugs & Grind.
The men that metaphysically “Do not give a shit”

Let me introduce Monk Mode.

The Old World Men

I did it. I was around 17, in Leeds, UK
everywhere I looked was just easy, casual
sex. Nudes swapping, quick drugs, dopamine pursuits.

Nobody looked satisfied of course, wise men realise it’s a cycle.
One that harvests our precious energy & time.

I left the UK for Tokyo, Japan, financed admittedly by a
much older woman I met online.

Once we broke up, I kept travelling the world for months on end,
One could see Old World groups scattered among
tourists & consumer-locals:

Europe? Benedictine & Orthodox monks.

China? Buddhist & Daoist monks.

India? Himalayan Yogis.

Japan, Shinto priests. And so on.

I came to the conclusion that in nearly every climate & nation
men will naturally form a male-only ascetic religious class.

No financial gain, little joys of starting a family,
yet dedicating their prime years to rawdogging the pleasures
of a somewhat isolated life, bathing in rituals designed to
keep one in contact with the unseen.

How are we to get there?

I am a Christian, not really denominational.
I read the Scriptures nearly daily, I pray to God when
I’m happy. When I’m sad. When I need courage.
But most importantly I pray for God to help me reach his ideal.

A good Christian pours out his woes & gunked-up
baggage, because God asked us to dump it to Him.
The worst stuff? The Father hears about it first.
Then we ask Him to forgive this rotten world.
Then we ask Him for mercy, & let me tell you-
He always overdelivers.

There is nothing society can offer you quite like it.

Nothing can really compete. To receive free manna
from God from the aether.

Now add this to trials, loneliness, the pleasure
& curiosity of wandering new places, yet
still belonging to a spiritual family,
one is armed with a sense of freedom even
through the inconvenience.

And yet, when we put our toes back in society’s sandbox,
bang that broad, feel those tits, scoff on industrial
greasy snacks, scroll through socials,
get that material sense of belonging,
no matter how much temporary pleasure it gives us,
a man who entered Monk Mode might truly never be satisfied
with such things again. He’s had more for less.

You realise most slavery was consensual.

Thanks,
Liam.