I wanted to snap at him with something like..

“Quit your whinging, grab your life by the balls and WAKE UP TO YOURSELF, MAN!”

But I don’t think that would’ve achieved anything close to what I wanted to achieve.

I went on a little road trip around Australia a little while ago and it was a very eye opening experience.

I got to see a perspective of the world that I haven’t seen for a very long time.

It reminded me just how far I’ve been able to come in just a few short years.

When you’re traveling around, you don’t really have that much of a say in the people you end up staying with.

Some people are amazing, they’ll open your eyes and fill your hearts with incredible stories. And then there’s some who… Well…

You wouldn’t normally choose to hang with.

I spent a week with one of those guys.

“But it’s just unfair. Why should they get all the opportunities? Why should they get all the chances?…

…There’s people out there who’ve been working much longer than they have and they don’t get those opportunities so why should they?”

And he just went on, and on, and on… And it upset me because he just couldn’t see it. Just like the old me couldn’t.

I remember how must frustration and anger that old mindset used to make me and how far from what I wanted to get it took me.

That mindset of:

- I’m only going to be happy when I can get those things in life that look so shiny, that look so amazing, that everyone else tells me that I need to get in order to be happy.

- Because I’m unhappy, it must be because there’s things in the outside world that are preventing me from doing what I want with my life.

- When I get that one lucky break, then I’m going to finally be happy. I just need that one little opportunity and then, finally, my life is going to be the way I want it to be.

And I remember how efficient it was at pushing everything I was chasing in my life away from me…

Do you think the women I so desperately desired because I thought they were going to be the long lost key to my happiness wanted to be around me?

Do you think the jobs that I so desperately craved because they represented my level of importance in the world were in my reach?

Do you think that illusive ‘happiness’ was ever just around the corner?

As I sat there and listened to him go on and on, I wanted to help him. I wanted to help him see how he was holding himself back. I wanted to help him find his strength and power.

But he wasn’t ready to hear it just yet.

So I didn’t push it. I just sat down. And let him keep going down the same path. We all have to walk our own journey.

At some point in time, he’s going to come to a point where he finds that his path isn’t getting him where he wants to be…

And then he might be ready to look at a different way that might help him get there.

And if he does, I’ll be there to help him because I know, from first hand experience, how much strength and courage it takes to walk this new path.

I know how many barriers and hurdles there are to overcome. And I know just how scary it can be.

And that’s what I love about this community we’ve built here, together.

It’s filled with strong Men, who’re able to take a good hard look at their life, at the way things are, take responsibility for them, and then take control of their life.

The AI community, this brotherhood of strength and courage, that inspires me every day to push myself, and challenge my world in ways that only a few short years ago, I thought was impossible.

So thank you. Thank you for your courage, your strength, and your determination. You are my greatest inspiration.

Your brother,

LoGun

First, I met an Australian actress in a bookshop. She was the definition of cuteness, with curly black hair and piercing green eyes.

Then came along a curvy and feminine lawyer who at first refused to sleep with me.

She insisted that she will only sleep with 10 guys in her life.

(I ended up being her 9th, and as far as I know, she is still with her 10th. Go, girl ;)

Then there was a sprinkling or random party girls here and there. Finally, came “the one” – the girl I fell for.

She was a girl-next-door type, who most guys would look past in the street and not look twice.

But the more you looked at her and the more you god to know her, the more her natural beauty would reveal itself to you.

She was classic delicate femininity and strong chick persona all rolled up into one. Which was one of the things I loved about her.

So, about 2 years after being a hopeless “nice guy”, I went through a phase of gaming and fucking and settled on that one girl. I wanted to keep her. I thought about marrying her.

Then, in January 2008, on new years day, I lost her.

I’m going to skip the boring details, as the relationship was complicated…

But the sum total of it was – she left because I had no idea how to *BE* with her.

I had alternate personalities. Half the time I was the same old “nice guy” of my past. The guy who women saw as a brother. A friend.

And the other half the time, I was the new, game playing, cocky, distant guy. Which was my newly adopted pickup persona for creating “attraction”.

So, in the relationship with this girl, I was a mixture of both. Kinda mixing and matching and hoping for the best.

Looking back at it now, I can see how our relationship must have been a total headfuck for her.

Around her, I felt like I was walking on a combination of thin ice and eggshells whilst probing around in complete darkness. I can’t imagine what a girl must feel when her man is like that.

And so – POOF! – a beautiful, smart girl I came to call my best friend and my lover was gone.

Nothing left.

In December 2007 I was full of hopes and dreams about a future with this girl. In January 2008 I was by myself again.

What do you think I did after she left on that fateful New Years Day in 2008?

I laughed.

That’s right. It may be hard for you to believe, but I remember it like yesterday. Seriously, we parted and when she was no longer in sight .. I laughed.

Here’s the reason I laughed: I knew WHERE I FUCKED UP. And by leaving, she also taught me the greatest possible lesson a woman could:

She taught me that anything less than 100% me isn’t good enough.

I’m not going to kid you – there was some real EMOTIONAL trauma in losing her. There were a few tough months of loneliness.

I missed the warmth of her company which I had become accustomed to.

But I never once worried about what I would do, how I should go forward, or whether a great woman would be again in my life.

I viewed her loss simply as a temporary silence before the next adventure…

I mean, I had the skills and the attitude to pick up another woman within days, and be fucking and dating in no time.

Sure, I was rusty “in field” after nearly a year in a relationship, but I could shrug off those cobwebs quickly.

But I had a feeling that learning to pick up women better was not my path.

What’s the point of picking up more women, if that’s not ME picking them up … and the REAL me can’t even keep them? What’s the point of picking up women if I’m only using their company as a barometer of my worth?

I didn’t even care about that girl back then, really. Mostly, I cared about how her presence in my life reflected on me. How she improved my “social value”.

So I knew that the future before me was not one of learning to pick up women better.

Instead, I wanted to become a better as a Man, so that picking up women was an automatic by-product of how I lived my life.

Not so much so that I could go to clubs and “Game” women, but so that I could see that ONE girl I liked, go meet her, and have something special with her.

And not worry about what I should say or how I should act…

So I got stuck more into inner game. And it didn’t take long..

You probably know all about LoGun’s inner game coaching. By that stage AI was well and truly up and running and he was experimenting with some high-octane head twisting inner game stuff…

And I (sometimes voluntarily, sometimes not) became his guinea pig for it.

You probably have an inkling that the guys he coaches do pretty well… I mean, I tend to have a tendency to listen to him with one hear, but even so the changes in my life have been dramatic.

I could go on and on about how my life is changing, but that is a whole another story.

For now, have a look to the right of this post to see how the lives of many other guys have changed.

And keep an eye out for more video case studies, which I’ll show you later this week.

Steven

The images, the smells, the sensations, the sounds, the tastes. All of it.

Look around at this reality and know this: you MAKE it exist –

For without *YOU* acting as the conduit, or the interpreter, it would all just be atoms floating in space.

No form, no beauty. YOU are the key to the beauty of life. And that is your perfection.

And yet we forget this – almost eternally.

We are all here at AI because we feel that there is something missing in conventional wisdom of seduction, dating and pickup advice.

*I* am here because I believe these boys DO offer something more. Something far deeper than the other communities of seduction gurus out there.

But I believe we often forget the one thing that can free us…

- the knowing that this is just a ride.

A ride that you can step away from at any time with true presence. We often become so caught up in the repetitive tasks of our lives that we forget about this ride.

And we become the slaves of it, and not the experiencers.

Know now, that you will never be more complete than you already are. You may find ways to FUNCTION DIFFERENTLY – for example, some of those ways may make you more attractive to women..

But you will never be more perfect than this.

But do not be afraid of this perfection: there is no need to hide from it – as we have been doing our whole lives. Embrace it.

Embrace it with this simple exercise: Learn to listen.

Learn to listen, right now, in your room, office, bathroom, wherever you are reading this. What is ACTUALLY going on in the background as you read these words?

What sounds can you hear? What sensations can you feel in your hands? Your arms? Your legs? Your brow? What smells can you recognise? And what smells CAN’T you recognise?

What does it feel like in your body to EXPERIENCE, without judgment?

Look at something that is familiar to you.

Perhaps it is your mouse, or your keyboard. But examine it as if you’d never seen this thing before. Does it look like this to everybody else, or is this just your interpretation of that object?

If it is just your interpretation, where did it come from? Why is it that you see this thing in THIS form, and not some other? How is this object of atoms interpreted by you?

- Touch it, but actually FEEL it.
- Watch it, but actually SEE it.
- Sniff it, but actually SMELL it.
- Listen, learn to listen, and actually HEAR.
- Lick it, but actually TASTE it.

Do you see how incredible this matrix is?

How curiously perfect it all fits together, and all because you have been gifted as interpreter, observer, and experiencer.

It is one thing to know your perfection, but it is another to reveal others.

The next time you see a beautiful woman, and you are afraid of approaching her, ask yourself this question: “Is it her beauty that scares me? Or is it my responsibility of calling her forth to reveal her perfection that scares me?”

Are you afraid of that perfection? Do you feel yourself, as a perfect being, unworthy of that perfection?

I know I’m scared shitless.

But that just makes it more fun, exciting, and freeing when I still approach anyway. Again, beautiful gifts of emotion and feeling that I interpret, and experience.

Without me, they are nothing.

The catch is – all women are beautiful. Every single one of them. Some don’t realise it. Some show it more than others. But it is our gift as men, to call them forward to show their beauty.

The beauty of the eternal feminine.

Understand your perfection, and give her the gift of revealing hers.

That is one of our many gifts as masculine, perfect, beings.

Learn to listen, and you will see it as I do. It’s already inside of you. Reveal your perfection to yourself.

Jonathon

How can a man attract women by watching Californication, Boston Legal and House?

To attract women, a man needs to go out in the field, and ’sarge’, right?

Well, maybe – that could be part of the equation, but hear me out for a moment.

I’m not taking the piss. And I lost the plot a long time ago. So, nothing new there.

But I’m dead serious when I say watching TV can help you attract women.

Or, at the very least, it will help you where you’re going wrong in attracting women.

Let me explain.

Remember Lew Ashby and Hank Moody from Californication, who attract women everywhere they go?

Remember Alan Shore from Boston Legal, who attracts and dates some of the most certifiable hotties on set?

And House, who, despite his self-loathing, has the wrath and yet the attention of his lovely subordinate…

Some might argue that these characters are all made-up fantasy, and therefore their success at attracting women is irrelevant.

Such people would miss the point completely. So, let’s explore this deeper and see what we can find.

Let’s ask ourselves, why do those characters attract women?

And I’m not interested in those surface, seduction community pickup artist-type answers, like “because they OWN their frame” and “because their direct game is so tight”.

Sure, they do own their frame. And their so-called direct *IS* tight. But why??

I don’t think the scriptwriters of those shows were influenced by seduction community literature when they were creating those characters.

So, what were they influenced by? Why are those characters so enigmatic? So congruent? So attractive, and yet imperfect?

Why do these men attract women DESPITE their imperfections?

Don’t know about you, but one thing that draws me in about those characters is that they are UNASHAMEDLY THEMSELVES.

They make no apologies for being themselves. They don’t dilute their sense of self in the face of social convention or for the sake of pleasantries.

It’s as if they’re coming from a central sense of SELF; a self that is deeply and intimately known to them.

A self that projects outwards and, as Jonno would say, penetrates the world everywhere they go.

They live life on their own terms. According to their own principles. With zero concern of what others think of their version of SELF.

Not because they don’t respect other people, but because they realise that what others think of their SELF is other people’s journeys.

Not theirs..

And when I say “zero concern for what others think”, I don’t mean it in a way which some people do it – like,

“I’m going to show everyone how much I don’t care about their opinion”, so they act rebellious or intentionally self-destructive.

That version of “zero concern for what others think” is just a deep desire for approval in masquerade.

No, when I say “zero concern for what others think”, I mean being so deeply caught up in following YOUR desires – because they are of importance to you – that what others think doesn’t even register on the radar.

Living your desires. Every moment of your life. Letting others live theirs. Every moment of their life.

Becoming a unique expression of self, loving it, and not apologizing for it.

We watch those characters on screen for their colour, for their humour, for their attractiveness – which all come from their unique sense of self…

We watch them as works of fiction, being led to believe that being as colourful, funny and attractive is a condition that’s reserved for characters of fiction, or rock stars, or famous writers..

And in doing so, we forget that the only difference between us and them is that, unlike them, we often don’t give ourselves the permission to be SELF.

And on that note:

Steven