I’ve come to the conclusion that women are just no longer worth it. The company of a woman will never be worth the rest of my life in jail or indentured servitude. Not all women are like that (NAWALT), some will say, and I would whole heartedly agree. But here’s the rub. How do you know she isn’t like that? You don’t. Not until things go bad and by then it’s too late.
Feminists might say I hate women or I’m a misogynist, depending on whether they passed her gender studies classes, but that’s far from the truth. In fact, if I were a misogynist my life would be easier. I’m drawn to women like a moth to flame. I know women aren’t good for me, even dangerous, but I still desire them.
It’s one thing to come to the conclusion that women are no longer an option intellectually. It’s quite another to come to terms with it on an emotional level. My biology and social conditioning rebel against this conclusion. Women are my dukkhu but we will get to that in a minute…
After my divorce I became a grass eater. Back then, I didn’t know about the MRM or MGTOW. I found my way on my own. I guess you could say I’m self-taught. When I first started out, I tried using the internet to learn how to live without women. I found a lot of dating services and porn. On how to actually live without women, I found nothing. That’s crazy talk after all.
This lifestyle is not for the faint of heart. Emotional pain, financial troubles, sexual frustration, loneliness, and social stigmatization all have to be faced head on and dealt with. I came to the lifestyle though intense emotional trauma; emotional pain so intense that at times death seemed preferable. That was until I discovered meditation. Meditation allowed me to clear my mind and provided me with relief from my pain.
Zen meditation teaches you to free yourself from emotional suffering by eliminating desire through living in the moment. I learned that women are my dukkhu, the source of my suffering and pain. If I could eliminate my desire for women, I would free myself from my emotional turmoil.
“There’s an old Zen story of two monks traveling along a road. They came upon a beautiful young girl who was unable to get across the stream. The older monk offered to help. He picked her up and carried her across the stream. Several miles down the road the younger monk could no longer contain himself. “Master,” he said, “we aren’t supposed to associate with women, yet you touched that beautiful woman. You picked her up!” The master answered, “I put that woman down on the other side of the stream. You’re still carrying her (McClain and Adamson).”
Chivalry aside, this story illustrates how the mind can continue to cause us suffering long after the actual event occurred. If we can clear our minds, the suffering goes away. Zen meditation is a philosophy, not a religion. So you can be a Zen Atheist or a Zen Catholic it doesn’t matter. Interestingly, Siddhartha took the red pill around 400 B.C. to become the Buddha. When he discovered his life was a lie, he left his royal family to find enlightenment. Buddha was a red pill; a grass eater. Remembering that always puts a smile on my face when I rub his belly for good luck at the local Chinese restaurant.
Most Westerners are familiar with the koan, “What’s the sound of one hand clapping?” Zen masters would give their students koans to meditate on. After deeply meditating on the koan, the student would present their answers to their Master. If the Zen master liked their answer, the student would be given another koan to consider. If the Zen master didn’t like their answer, the student would be sent away to reflect some more. The koans were intended to press on the student’s perceptions until they glimpsed a new reality and ultimately obtained enlightenment.
My wife, unknowingly, gave me a koan to consider when she said matter-of-factly, “You’re nothing more than a piece of furniture that needs to be replaced.” This statement hit me like a 100 megaton koan, which blasted me into the red pill world. The woman I loved had no feeling for me what-so-ever. In her eyes, I wasn’t human or even an animal. I was an inanimate object, a tool, a utility. I’m not sure if I glimpsed Buddha’s enlightenment but I sure took the red pill.
Like Buddha, I understood my life was a lie. I had been living a grand conspiracy. I was lied to by my family; I was lied to by my teachers; I was lied to by society, and I was lied to by myself. I was told I had power and rights, yet had none. I was told I was loved but was merely a tool. I was told I mattered but my feelings were forfeit. I was a slave without chains.
Gradually I learned to quiet my mind through meditation. I began looking at what was influencing my thoughts and desires and found the media was poisoning my mind. It was fuelling my dissatisfaction and my sexual desires. Once I understood that, I pulled the plug on the media’s blue cool-aid. I cancelled my cable subscription and converted over from rock ‘n’ roll to classical music. Without looking at beautiful women, wanting to get-it-on if I bought the right toothpaste, I was remarkably less sexually frustrated. As a bonus, I had an extra $1,200 in my pocket at the end of the year. I was actually paying $1,200 a year to be given blue balls! That’s really crazy, if you think about it. I haven’t completely given up on rock ‘n’ roll but songs about women, love, and sex have been deleted from my iPod.
Since I’m an average guy and no Zen master, meditation only went so far for me. Loneliness was still a factor. Every red pill man knows this world is set up around women and children. There aren’t many social outlets available for men and coming home to an empty house can feel unfulfilling. So, I decided to get a pet. A goldfish wasn’t going to fill the need. I went with a large dog that is ecstatic to see me after a long day of work. The dog also helps with socialization. When I’m with my dog, I’m no longer a creepy, single guy. I’m just a guy with a cute dog people want to pet. A little polite conversation while my dog is being petted goes a long way. Plus, I’m getting my exercise too.
Keeping up with the manosphere by reading articles and listening to AVfM’s radio allows me to keep up on current events. Posting comments, participating in letter campaigns, writing the occasional article, and making donations gives me a sense of community and a purpose greater than myself.
To increase my independence, this spring I plan on planting a garden. This garden will provide me with fresh, healthy vegetables and I’ll be able to convert a little sweat equity into savings. I’m off to a good start; I have a four foot pile of mulch I began last summer just waiting for the snow to melt. The money I would have been spending on women is now being saved for a piece of land. I want to move out to the country where I can become more in tune with nature and self-reliant by raising my own food and get off the grid. There’s something to be said for being your own man, having your own land, and providing for yourself.
Some have questioned whether you can be both a grass eater and an MRA. What might have the great Chinese military General Sun Tzu said about the MRA army? While this is an ideological war, Sun Tzu still has some insight. Let’s take a look at some of the thoughts in his book the Art of War.
“It is the rule in war, if our forces are ten to the enemy’s one, to surround him; if five to one, to attack him; straightway, without waiting for any further advantage. If twice as numerous, to divide our army into two. If equally matched, we can offer battle; if slightly inferior in numbers, we can avoid the enemy; if quite unequal in every way, we can flee from him (Watson).”
“By discovering the enemy’s dispositions and remaining invisible ourselves, we can keep our forces concentrated, while the enemy’s must be divided (Watson).”
“What we can do is simply to concentrate all our available strength, keep a close watch on the enemy, and obtain reinforcements (Watson).”
Considering the size of the MRM, I think Sun Tzu would approve of the grass eater strategy of withdrawing from women. Withdrawing denies the enemy the resources they need to maintain their forces. We must be patient and let our numbers grow. While we wait, we can call them out on their lies and propaganda. Over time this will weaken them and show others they are not invincible, which will bring additional numbers to our cause.
I see Japan’s grass eater phenomenon spreading across the globe. With new developments around the world, SCUM in Switzerland, the Dear Colleague letter and VAWA in the US, “The Plan” in Australia, mass circumcision in Africa, and men being thrown from trains in India, our numbers will grow. Men will adapt to the insanity by opting out in greater numbers.
Living without women is possible and furthers our cause. To be successful you must understand and adapt to the emotional and social conditions of the lifestyle. Given extreme environmental stress factors, even deer learn to eat meat, and this herbivore eats meat.
References:
McClain, Gary, and Eve Adamson. Zen Living. 2nd. New York: Penguin Group, 2004.
Watson, John . “The Art if War.” Sun Tzu’s Art of War . John Watson, LLC, 2012. Web. 11 Jan 2012. http://suntzusaid.com.
