Lies about truth


‘The truth shall set you free’ is a lie.

The truth will captivate you and
hold you hostage to its majesty,
you won’t ever want to leave.

For the sincerely truthful, that is, for the brutally honest, the truth is not something that grants you freedom. It chains you at the pillar of unnerving bravery and courage. With chivalry you will stand, with honour you will die, if you only just live with truth.

Truth of excavating your soul, mining deep within it’s uncertainties and swimming in the ocean of ‘I don’t know’, but being sincere enough to dry yourself with the sand of ‘I believe’, when the trinket of gold, the diamond or the pearl falls into your hand.

More importantly having internal eyes that can see it even amongst the dirt, the rubble or the foam.

We lie to ourselves confusing being honest with trivial daily dealings as being the definition of truth.

Steal my money, tell me I’m beautiful when I am grotesque to look at, tell me my words are poetic, when they are pathetic, lie to my face as much as you please over all things mundane, but don’t lie to me about truth. That, my ears don’t need to be trained for, my soul will filter you out with ease.


The worship of lies.

The longing of the ego’s martyrdom

Comprehension is dependant on your brutal devotion to Truth.

What you arrive to understand,
Is dependant on your level of commitment to truth,
How far you’re willing to challenge your ego,
Your own beliefs in search for the ultimate reality.
Those in search of its brutality will arrive.

The domain will expel cowards,
Only those willing to be carved by the sword of Truth,
Can revel in its plenitude.
Tis a fierce environment,
Though thoroughly rewarding,
Only sages spring forth.

The truth doesn’t hurt, that’s a liars perspective.
The truth murders you and leaves behind your corpse for proof.
The ‘you’ we are referring to is your innermost core, the cellular erratics that cannot sit still, and buzz with a fever for martyrdom at the alter of truth.

Your perspective of it matters naught,
Your preparedness to die, does.


Know, my sons.

code for my boys

Know my sons, men have codes.

Bravery is calling fear a liar.

Courage is proving fear a liar.

Chivalry, is knowing when to use courage or bravery.

Nobility is having the fortitude to follow through your conviction in both.

Honour is not straying from the code.

Honesty is the light that the code is illumed by

Truth is the gnawing at the soul that flat lines your ego.

Love is the energy that fuels all.

I hope that whatever I teach you or whatever I leave behind become firm foundations for you to build mountains upon and your progeny to build mountains on but no matter how mountainous you all may become, you remain grounded in the valleys of humility,

with people,

serving them,

being exemplar with the codes of being men,

of being human.

Do not forget that to be harsh when it is needed even in the face of relentless scrutiny is far nobler than laxity to please the lazy folk,

the unmotivated,

the detached,

the deprived of soul.

Know that kindness and gentleness in the face of a storm of violence and ridicule is more praiseworthy than siding with the masses.

Do not slip boys,

Hold to each other,

Hold to the above codes.


Ugly traits in men


I see no uglier traits in a man than three things. The first of them being cowardice. The second,  lack of truthfulness and the third being a lack of physicality.

All three are fuelled by comfort and the fear of losing it.
As Rollo in the quoted picture above says, the opposite of cowardice is an inability for a person to stand up on their own, against the tide, against the status quo and the comfort of men and women.

Ayn Rand put it best when she said:


Non conformity for the sake of arrogant rebellion is even worse than conformity. One can accidentally be swept by a wave of conformity, fall into comfort and not look outside its boundaries in fear of causing some kind of pain, but to purposely rebel for no valid reason other than to draw attention to oneself, to ride the hippie train of ‘individualism’ without valid action and end goals is as putrid as cowardice gets.

Dishonesty is the fuel for cowardice and primarily, dishonesty with oneself, deluding ones SELF into comfort and lack of action leads down all kinds of disastrous paths. Telling yourself you’re still tired and not getting up on time, lying to yourself and pretending you don’t have the time to do a 30 minute workout during the day, lying to yourself and pretending you’re not cheating on your partner by flirting with men or women, deceiving your employer by pretending to be working behind your desk whilst on social media all day and the list of lies we tell ourselves all day goes on forever. Start with extreme honesty with yourself and you can progress into honesty with others.

Finally men who don’t energise themselves by engaging in physical activity are despicable. There is no excuse for any male from five years of age until fifty years of age not to engage in some kind of movement or labour.

Movement is life. Stagnant water becomes impure. Moving water is fresh, drinkable and useable. If something is still it dies.
Rigor mortis is the condition of stiffness in the muscles post death because all chemical activities cease. There is no more movement of nutrients, cells, enzymes, blood and oxygen. The body stops.

Without continuously forcing ones body through movement,  the regeneration of cells and renewed life ceases. If the brain does not get used, certain neural activity blunts and near stops being available. Like the body, the brain needs it’s exercise and movement.Nothing in your body survives without movement, therefore when we say a lack of physicality we should extend this to the physicality of the mind too.

The way of men is readiness. The modern creep of conformist laziness, cowardly disassociated idleness and brazen ‘chickenshitery’ is revolting. Men gawk at walking a kilometre to attend to a need. Women plan nine months in advance how to be bathing in the comfort of a liar psychologist who convinces her having a baby is cause for depression.
Gimme a break and eat a spoon of…… Scratch that, eat a bowl of cement and harden the fuck up.

-Wesam El dahabi