Month: December 2025

I believe I manifested what happened to me yesterday. In a recent video, I declared that I wanted to be a fire-starter, to ruffle some feathers. Well, it took place.

I’m reading a series of books right now that is basically about manifestation and expectation. Maybe it’s true. There’s so much stuff about the universe that we can’t explain. There’s far more that we don’t know than we do and there’s nothing wrong with that. A bit of humility goes a long way. I just didn’t expect the rate of manifestation yesterday to be so quick!

What could we actually do, chaps, if we actually set our minds to great things? Wholeheartedly accept we can win. It’s a great thought going into a fresh new year.

I’m watching a fascinating podcast, largely concerned with the distinctions between men and women. It’s really interesting.

There are obvious differences between the two sexes, physically, emotionally, psychologically, functionally, we know this, we are aware of this but there are certain factions determined to erode and blur all distinction between men and women for a political/ideological end. It’s very plain to see.

Of course, listening to the lady expound on the differences, we all understand that there is variation in temperament and taste. I don’t push a rigid worldview, I promote an accurate and real worldview.

I have always felt a combination of masculine and feminine traits, I love lifting heavy stuff at the gym, I like flowery design (I’m choosing a very obviously binary distinction but you get it). I enjoy romcom films, I enjoy action movies. My reading tastes are eclectic, etc. etc. etc.

We want to box ourselves, and others, in – to try to make sense of them. It’s futile.

Like what you like!

We are on a precipice as we speak, many in fact.

Culturally and politically, we know things are totally fucked. We don’t feel, white people that is, that we belong anymore, we are in fact largely denigrated for our ‘original sin’.

People keep talking about civil war but there’s been a war going on in our hearts for decades. Not years, not childhoods, decades. People feel it, it goes deep (centuries deep) and it is disorientating.

Our institutions have been exposed as not only not serving our needs but, in reality, acting deliberately against them.

The press for war

Lockdowns/COVID

The NHS in general

Our education system

The systematic demonisation of native Brits

Wherever you believe it originated, it’s obvious now. AGAIN – we feeeeeel it and it makes us feel irksome, angry and, often, helpless.

I am not here, maybe to your disappointment and annoyance, to prescribe any particular action but if you believe it’s not happening and that it’s simply going to disappear, you’re a fucking idiot.

The opposite of good may not necessarily be evil but might just be apathy.

It’s the end of the year, a friend of mine commented on my YouTube video that he was visited a sickly relative, on another app, the same friend said that this relative didn’t want to be seen. It could very well be that the writing’s on the wall. It happens at the shortening of the days. It happened with my maternal grandma and it happened much earlier than we would have predicted.

We are hopeless at predicting, when it’s time, it’s time and it is unimaginably uncomfortable. I remember hearing once, on a TV programme, “death is accepting the unacceptable.” We each have our time on this planet in our current forms.

I don’t want to spend my time being angry but I also must acknowledge the true depth of my anger and find ways to channel it. We have enormous and unending potential to improve things, in big and small ways. We are Children of God, Children of the Universe. We have all of Creation in us.

It’s only recently that I’ve really started thinking about children, that I don’t have any, that I won’t be a father. It’s hit me in a very different and sombre way. I feel a bit sad about it – that my particular line will die with me and my sister. Each of us has many gifts to pass on that will get lost. Indeed, many have told me I’d be a good dad.

I wonder that I have such a drive to offer helpful advice and guidance is to make up for this fact. I must confess, when I talk about living to your true potential, dear reader, I feel rather hypocritical given my position. I feel selfish, entitled and guilty too. But there it is.

Maybe my legacy is my words? It’s possible. I’m good with words, a fluent and articulate thinker, expressive and honest. 

I sometimes think I should ‘get myself into trouble’ a bit more, put some more hairs on my chest. I have some skeletons in my closest far more interesting than being gay. I’ll talk about them one day but not now.

We’re at a civilisational crossroads and, whether we believe it or not, we do have a say (and get to decide) what we do with our ancient birthright. I’d love to say I know what that is. We’d all like it to peaceful, I do my level best to make my progress peaceful, a lone pilgrim trying to make sense of things. I have much way to go, I accept more and more as time goes on but it doesn’t stop me being impatient and wanting it all now.

‘It’ – what is this? Maybe this is what ‘children’ is – a continuation, a hope for advancement, a world with ‘us’ in it even after we’re gone.

Massive, unfurling, exceptional potential. We have it. What do we do with it? That, my friend, is the question.

I originally intended to use productivity in place of prosperity here. I think, somehow though, that productivity has been overused and it’s sterile sounding – all function, little soul.

I can see all roads unfurling. Having a highly developed imagination means patience is very difficult.

The reason you’re here is to stick to your path and it’s meant to be prosperous. It is in living abundantly that we are each most useful. We are meant to be useful.

When you see many seeking out their fifteen minutes of fame, it’s rarely for the best or most noble of reasons. 

The latest in the UK is a coterie of ‘men’ coming out at Nigel Farage for his alleged racism when they went to a very fancy Boys’ School in London, literally decades ago, interesting timing isn’t it. Can’t sugarcoat it, it’s pathetic and when you look at the specimens, they’re rather sad looking, if indeed their protestations are even true, likely not.

You would think people would have some shame but there’s probably abundant greasing of palms going on but it’s not dignified nor is it really useful, not up-lifting.

Do good things, for good reasons, to genuinely help people and keep at it.

Your time will come.

I had a really vivid dream last night. It was one of those cathartic reveries, that made everything make sense, which revealed much to me, that put many things to sleep (as I slept!). 

I am, in fact, wearing the t-shirt that featured in the dream. I was in a very large lecture theatre. The professor had run over time and, in suggesting we visit another lecture, had made us late for it. It was at this moment, having been dressed, I found myself topless with the t-shirt on the floor. 

I raced out of the room. Another huge lecture theatre faced me and I was at the back, at the top of it. Annoyed. People were laughing, I wondered what I was doing there. All these people blissfully unaware. I’ve tried very hard to accommodate people, to be kind but I’m afraid it’s been rather taken advantage of.

I woke up realising this. I’ve given a lot and not really received. Maybe that sounds selfish but it’s okay to want what you want. 

The important thing for me now is being with the right people.

I implore you to do the same.

Pamela Anderson is doing the rounds again, trying to convince you she looks better now with her permanent deer-in-the-headlights stare and silly hairstyle than she did looking obviously hot in Baywatch.

It’s so desperate and numerous people are jumping on this latest virtue-signalling bandwagon to gaslight you that 60-year-olds are as sexually appealing as 20-year-olds.

It’s so childish.

They crave relevance.

They crave the attention.

They crave proving a point.

Naff and I say again so childish. 

We can never know what people are thinking or feeling but, and it’s a serious but, we can observe their behaviour and there are certain facts and truths that we just know.

Women of Pamela’s age used to vanish into the background NOT because they were irrelevant but because they no longer needed the widespread attention. They had husbands and children and grandchildren, etc. etc. and there was a dignity in it. If you were to see Miss Anderson in the street, you’d rightfully jump and wonder “oh my goodness! I wonder what happened to her.”

Now, Pamela has children with wild-boy Tommy Lee. Can you imagine what it’s like for them her parading herself around as she is now. I don’t care what you say, it will be embarrassing for them.

I am genuinely curious how many real adults there are in the world.

Interact with many and there is no evidence of boundaries, of tastefulness, of standards. It’s all rather haphazard.

I want solid things.

I want some attention to detail.

I want to surround myself with honest people.

All done peacefully, prosperously and with purpose.

It’s very simple really.

Any slight disagreement and you’ll find many can be very resentful, they are envious rather than emulating of people. They feel like the world owes them everything for doing nothing. The more I do and take responsibility for, the better my life becomes. Again, a simple fact.

I see fully grown people throwing their toys out of the pram for not getting their own way in the relationships, no harmony, no discussion, no negotiation.

There has to be a better way, my friends.

We each have our favourite people we like to watch. We are imbued with a sense of satisfaction and vindication when we listen to them.

I believe it can be traced to a couple of traits that work particularly well together.

One, passion. They are highly enthused by whatever topic, they speak with their entire body, you can see their face animated, they are direct.

Two, solidity – they do not care what people think about them. They will not be shaken from their perch. It’s exceptionally attractive to encounter people who don’t give a flying fuck about what others think of them. Alluring!

What if, instead of focusing all your attention and energy on them, you did that for yourself?

Exciting thought, isn’t it!

Wanting plain sailing are we?

Wanting a nice, easy ride of things?

It’s all just going to go smoothly and easily?

Neh! We know that’s not the truth.

Whatever you pick, all the shit you’ve been avoiding is all going to erupt from every orifice, smack you in the face, make you scream and cry and force you to feel useless in every way for good measure.

But it’s where a little subtlety really does help.

People say ‘get angry’. No, no, no, no, no. That’s really damaging.

Learn to distinguish between wanting to act out your anger (bad) and accepting you feel anger (good) and resolve it, release it. How? Channel it into great work.

What happens when your favourite movie character gets angry? No, seriously? Things blow up, get destroyed, lots and lots of time wasted picking up the pieces.

Integrity is your ally. Things are going to be messy, yes, you’ll bitch that you’ve wasted time but we get it done and the more you get the work done, the more you discover that getting focused and fulfilled is far better than whining like a child.

You’re an adult now and whatever you pick, you can make it chaotic or your can make it a success.

Your call, my friend……

Self-direction means taking a risk. It means you go against the tide, it can feel like an uphill slog.

Frankly, it’s more than one risk, it’s many, over and over. I can tell you I’ve been ridiculed more than once.

I realise the only way to learn is to get out there and do things, not knowing exactly what’s going to materialise, how things will manifest. It’s a scary business and it requires a huge amount of self-belief.

That’s what I’m working on. Far less second-guessing, far less doubt, more and more willingness. That’s what it takes.

And, I’ve certainly found, the more I do and throw caution to the wind, the more answers have come to me, the more connections I’ve made and the more relaxed I’ve become.

Progress is meant to feel satisfying and be useful.

Take more steps.

Make no mistake, people are afraid to commit. You can see it in them, even in the way they message.

It’s “I’ll think about it.”

It’s “I’m not sure.”

It’s “No thanks.”

The reality is 99% will live in this way.

Amazingly, it’s frightening to people that they might WIN! They might throw themselves them completely in the achievement of their dreams. No more excuses, no more half-measures, no more discounting themselves.

The key is being honest with yourself, first. Then, you understand it will take some time. You accept that you will not have all the answers and will feel like you’re fumbling around in the dark.

Speak with people.

Learn.

You’ll find your way.

Acknowledge that you matter and that you can succeed. God speed.

‘They’re’ reviving masks again. It appears they’ve been caught on the same doom groove for the last six years but we know it’s a broken record.

They want you to believe they have your best interests at heart.

That want you to believe that war is peace.

They want you to believe they’re good.

Many are mocking of those of us who say that learning to say no is the most important thing you can do.

Distractions

Pantomime

Panic

That’s all they do. There’s no real panic, it is fabricated.

Climate change is going to kill us ergo we’re going to increase your taxes, etc. It’s obviously bollocks and always has been. I pass a cottage in a nearby village and they have a heart-shaped flag with the colours of Ukraine. It’s brainwashing. 

They want you part of the ‘thing’ and there’s always a new thing. Observe how the rate of ‘new stuff’ has exponentially increased in our lifetimes.

Say “No” to them.

Say “Yes” to yourself – to freedom!

As I lay in bed last night, I thought to myself how difficult it is, in reality, to follow one’s own advice.

It’s not the right or wrong way, it’s your way – I’ve told myself. I’ve been trying to convince myself of this for years, about a decade in fact.

As I celebrate over a year sober and a fraction longer being single, I also realise how many distractions I’ve allowed myself, as well as unproductive procrastination and I’m someone who has actually achieved things. Quite notable things. Written books, been on tele (when that mattered to me), danced in front of large, adoring crowds, competed in national dance competitions. All significant.

Bringing it all together feels like an entirely different matter.

It’s the end of the year but the beginning of a new way of walking my own path. I’ve felt the need to shout out loud what I’m doing but I understand, now, that the most important thing is having my eyes on the prize, what I really want, knowing I can fulfil my ambition and do it in a way that moves me, that (my current favourite phrase) moves the needle – in the direction of success.

I wake up now far more certain I can get there because I bloody well deserve it!

Care to take a ride with me? I’d like that.

I learned a vital lesson yesterday.

Now it was a very blah day, there was a single expanse of cloud over the entire sky, cold, I had a bit of a sniffle in m’nose! The day was vanishing but with an hour to go before I turned off my computer, I thought I couldn’t possibly record my video and engage with enough posts on Twitter.

But, guess what, I did! 

The pressure of a deadline.

Anticipating the feeling of satisfaction I would get by getting it done.

The passionate commitment I have to buying back my family home.

They really kicked in. 

Now, was it my best work? No, it wasn’t. It was a bit rushed but it was proof that even with a small amount of time investment, anything is possible and now today I update the effort and I accomplish more, I’ve moved the needle further towards my goal and I feel ever so wholesome.

A daily choice, that’s all you really have. You really do, however, have to really want it.

I was greeted with two YouTube notifications this morning – both for the same video. One, a glowing report, the other idly mocking.

I choose not to engage these days unless the person has something relevant to say.

But they are knocks, we will all get them in the pursuit of truth and wisdom.

Many pretend they are not bothered.

They are.

Yet, the handful will walk on, knowing you can’t please everyone but you can please yourself.

I do understand that I can sometimes come off as a pompous oaf. Talking about picking up litter and correcting grammar.

I crave beauty and neatness and I always want to avoid the ‘someone else can do it’ mentality.

If I see it and I leave it, I am guilty of the same crime I tut at others for.

Now, when it comes to ‘movements’ – the political and cultural stuff, there are subjects I do not broach. Partly because they are toxic to the system and what am I going to actually do about them?

I want to help men of potential lead more confident and fruitful lives, I am not a heavy who’s going to turn up at people’s doors and deck them around the forehead. Just not going to.

Be healthy.

Be productive.

Be an example to others.

Those are the basics of my life and I am sticking to them. I hope to create abundantly powerful and positive energy in the world.

Simples!

I’ve just seen a tweet of someone celebrating their birthday today and I often feel sorry for when people’s birthdays fall. So close to Christmas, it just doesn’t seem fair, haha!

Having my birthday at the end of June, I think I have the best birthday – not only in Summer for great outdoor parties but also halfway through the year.

This is the slightly jokey part of this post but in truth, living with intention can do great things for you.

Once you’ve made decisions, you inevitably live with the consequences. Nothing can be undone or, really, taken back. 

We always have to live with ourselves. We cannot outrun ourselves. We take ourselves wherever we go.

Walk strong. Walk with principle. Walk with the end goal in mind.

There’s something you’re really good at. It’s highly probably you don’t even realise it, it comes so naturally to you that you just do it and think it’s nothing.

I believe our life path is to acknowledge it and share it wide.

I got one of those end-of-year summary videos on YouTube yesterday, music/dance were highlighted over and over.

Maybe it’s my thing. It might be. I am good at both. You might have many things.

Hone in. 

People will ask you “how did you do that?” – whatever that is for you, do more of it!

I know, I know. We’re not supposed to talk about politics but I’ll be brief.

There’s a famous politician in the UK called Rupert Lowe and he’s just launched a national political party exclusively promoting the needs of the city he represents. Not the country, not the country, not even the region, the city. We are investing our hopes in micro-politics it seems.

Now, obviously it’s a total farce. It will, of course, garner him much publicity. He’s doing the podcast circle jerk with all the important/relevant people.

We want solutions but we place our hopes and fears in the hands of those who could not care less about us and are unable to help us anyway.

Now, to be fair, I go even more local! The individual. That means you, a separate being, me, my own man (working on it). We want to know stuff. We want answers, man is a curious species but it’s hard to get to the truth. 

We like to think we’re rational but just look at politics, sport, celebrity culture, religion – it’s all emotional. We want an afterlife, we want simple explanations for why things are the way they are, we want certainty in the basics as we go about our lives doing what’s necessary.

I believe the pursuit is what makes life meaningful and purposeful.

There’s a very bizarre trend I notice – People making up rules that have never been the case, somehow in the effort to appear superior or distinguished, a strange kind of distinction.

And, okay, I am inspired by having watched certain podcasts listening closely, as I do, to how people pronounce words.

The infraction that prompted this post is hearing someone pronounce ‘proven’ as pro-ven rather than the form proo-ven, which has always been the case, never been anything else. And, you know what, it just makes the person sound really, fucking stupid!

We have a sense of what’s right and this is a pernickety example, I admit but there’s nothing wrong with being relatable. You do this by simplifying things as much as possible. I think we’re all craving a more straightforward approach to life. It starts with you.

I know I correct people on grammar but I’m doing it less and less (a challenge I must confess!). I am trying on a daily basis to find the humanity in things. I have a choice of what I engage with and sometimes I will succumb to correcting people, some situations just call for it.

But, for goodness, don’t make yourself sound pompous for the sake of it. Do the right thing. 

It’s normal. 

You’ve set out on a totally proactive path. It’s of you, for you and by you. You’re becoming a real adult and you’re doing the work you’ve been avoiding, sometimes for years, decades.

Overwhelm, normal.

Confusion, normal.

Anger, surprisingly normal!

Regret too.

You are where you are. Always remember that, remind yourself frequently. The events of your past are water under the bridge. The point of doing anything meaningful, that brings you joy, is to bring you as much as possible into the present, that you’re enjoying the day to day.

It’s why I hold, and always will, that it’s so helpful to have someone objective to talk with. Not everyone will take it up but I’ve witnessed unexpected people start to ask for help and receive it and it’s transformed them. It’s certainly opened my eyes to things I didn’t even realise I needed to sort.

Living purposefully is a gift you can keep opening but, first, you must unlock yourself and everything you’ve been ignoring. Let the light in.

Let’s be honest, we whine and (English term) bellyache about ‘what we should be doing’ but we know, don’t we!

Life is simple, yet we complicate it. It adds drama and spice to life but doesn’t get us anywhere.

It’s the 1st December today, the final month of the year, not that you need telling that of course.

You want ‘New Year’s Resolutions’, you want the magical moment where everything becomes clear and you know exactly what to and how it’s going to roll out, you want a sign, a portent, an auspicious omen.

Personally, I don’t want the feeling of wasting another year.

I’ll be honest, I have a very specific end goal in mind, of buying back my family home. I know I can do it, the hows often evade me but I know I want to help financially and psychologically liberate men to living their best possible lives.

It’s not an easy road deciding every single, solitary step for yourself and it’s hard at times to keep to the path. That’s why I say asking for help is the best way to do. Accountability, knowing you’re not completely alone, someone to encourage you.

I am open and ready – to take the plunge at least! Are you? 

Let 2026 be your year – start now!