Apr 26

A Man in the Modern World

 

There’s something to be said for taking an honest look at what it means to be a man in the 21st Century, in America in particular.  It’s never something anyone ever talked to me about directly.  I picked up cues from my father, sure.  But it was never really an open lesson on “what it means to be a man” so I rarely asked direct questions and it seemed like it was just something every guy had to figure out for himself.  While that’s true to a certain extent, the older I’ve gotten, the more I’ve come to the conclusion that this conversation is very much missing in our lives.  At least in mine.

 

I’m coasting into my late 20s with a wife, 2 young children, and useless (expensive) college degree.  The world is changing very rapidly and resembles next to nothing like the world in which my forefathers came of age and lived their lives, nor like anything I was told to be prepared for.  It’s damn confusing and there are so many questions and issues up for grabs for modern guys that it’s hard for us to define even for ourselves what or who we are.  The rules and standards have changed along with our set of skills and responsibilities.  We don’t have real initiations or rites of passage anymore (by which I don’t mean the naked body painting, tribal drumming, or feats of outrageous mutilation in the indigenous sense), but more along the lines of just an active conversation from one generation (“father figures”) to the next on the really important  wisdom a man sets out to acquire in his life.

 

Blame it on the “generation gap” or technology or the baby boomers’ Revolution; whatever the cause, we as men have lost something fundamental in the process of coming into our own.  The result is a painfully large group of grown ass little boys and pussies living in a world that’s falling apart for lack of strong leaders.  My aim with this blog is to explore all the things that make us men, fathers, husbands, friends, citizens, and all-around Guys With Our Shit Together.

 

What I’m About

I’m sure my viewpoint will evolve as I proceed with this project (at least one can hope) but right now my main focus is reclaiming the pride and honor of being a man.  The whole “liberation” of women into the world of men has completely kicked men in the nuts.  There is this cultural stigma that it’s somehow not okay to be a man or in any way masculine.  Guys are falling all over themselves these days to apologize for masculinity and self-assertion, trying not to offend anyone, and generally bowing to whatever bullshit gets laid at their feet.  Sure, the past has been full of men abusing their physical and social power over women (and other men) but that’s no reason to lay the blame for all the world’s problems at the feet of the modern humans lucky enough to be born with balls.

I say it’s time to stop apologizing for manhood and be proud of being men.  Sure, as modern males, we don’t go around clubbing each other for dominance anymore (usually) so most of what our bodies have evolved to do is no longer enough to define manhood.  It’s more mind over muscle these days but that doesn’t mean we have to be whipped weaklings or that we’re flawed because we lack a vagina. I think a lot of the weakening of the male spirit is out of some kind of perceived guilt or shame for honest masculinity.  And that, amigos, is bullshit.

 

The Mission To Come

All that said, the course of this blog is to explore the realities of becoming and living as men in the modern world.  There’s a lot we can learn from the dudes who have come before us and there’s still more we can define for ourselves in the Digi-Age.  I’m confident that, even as manhood is changing and humanity is learning to balance itself out, there is a valid and important place for strong, empowered, smart, savvy guys to do what men have done since the early days of hairy mammals:  to lead.

 

 

Apr 26

Body Transformation

The Body is The Temple.

It’s the physical form in which the real You manifests.

But being creatures of the mind, we tend to disassociate from our bodies in the modern world.  Thus the horrifying obesity epidemic affecting our health on a wide scale and sapping a whole generation of young men of their vital strength and energy.

If you’re one of the casualties of this war on the body, let me be the first to welcome you to the transformation.  Time to dig deep inside and discover the real you that’s waiting underneath all that fat and flab.

 

To most guys the idea of taking control of their physique is a daunting and overwhelming challenge.  Most of us are used to sitting on our fat asses while we rattle away on a keyboard.  That’s not what your meat was meant to do though.  You’re an animal, remember.

Your body is your life.   You neglect your body, you neglect your life.

Stuff your face with crap you find in a cardboard box or a plastic wrapper and you can say the same about your life:  plastic wrapped crap.  Can you imagine your paleolithic great granddad mowing down donuts and still scaring off bears and wrestling mountain lions with his bare hands?  You get the idea.

Time to buck up, boys.  Your life is worth more than the 99 cent menu.  Time to get that shit together and wet some panties with that washboard stomach.

After all, a gorgeous temple attracts gorgeous worshipers.

This is the part where you decide.

Mar 01

The Enlightened Beast

You raise your head and look around, as though for the first time.

The air around you is wet and chilled against your bare flesh.  Your skin responds with ripples and bumps.  Something moves in the dark around you and your heart starts pounding, senses on full alert, quick sniffs of the air.  It could have teeth…

In the silence, as you listen, the jungle around you seems to breathe… and watch you… from the dark.  The dim light of the fire casts a warm hue onto your body and for a moment, you almost forgot what manner of creature you were.

Holding up strong hands with five useful digits, you read the many wrinkles in your palm and know they tell the tale of your life on this planet.  You see the splotches and colorations of your pourous skin and it breathes in the humid night.  Fields of fine hairs across the many contours of fiberous muscle that bend and move beneath the surface.

You cock your head to one side and hear the crack of bones and a sense of readiness fills your body and runs along your bones.  This is the first time you’ve stopped and taken stock of yourself.  The first full realization of who and what you are.  Awakened.

You flex and tense those muscles and feel the blood gush through every fiber and cell of your flesh.  You feel it!  Alive!  A living animal in the abundant jungle of this world and then it comes, rumbles up from the depths of your belly on its own.  A shuddering, bellowing ROAR reverberates across your vocal chords and sounds your might and power and aliveness through the trees!

You breathe deep and throw your head back in all consuming laughter because Goddamnit! You’re alive!

Alive.  Aware.  You know this now.  You revel in this.  You are awed and inspired and nearly brought to your knees by the earth-shaking truth of your own existence, a place at the center of this vast wilderness where you serve as the living conduit through which the Universe looks back at itself.

Halla-fuckin’-lujah, baby!

That’s what’s up. That’s what we’re talking about here.  We’re talking about the very core of who and what you are.  You’re a living creature, an animal on this little blue planet, in this savage and harsh urban wilderness.  You’re a man.  A son of the Universe, of the Creator Force that makes all of this real, makes it exist.

Standing in the revelation of this awesome power, this quintessential nature of your living; you stop and ask the most important question of your life.

Now what?

Welcome, brother, to The Enlightened Beast.