…well it turns out it’s actually not that far off from the truth.
When you have the commander’s mindset, life will seem to magically align itself to help you.
In Jungian Psychology, this is sometimes called “synchronicity.”
It’s when everything magically lines up, as if some higher power is on your side, rooting for you.
Problems naturally fix themselves. Women naturally chase you. Things naturally align in perfect synchronicity.
This is the power of the commander’s mindset. It permeates to the reality around you, and alters it to your will.
Brain on Fire
Lately I’ve been having a lot of Satori experiences, in which the “commander’s mindset” is truly revealed to you.
This is similar to an “ego death” where your false identity fades into non-existence, and you realize who you truly are.
I recall one time when I was sick with pneumonia… I hadn’t been able to sleep in days, and was basically on my death bed.
For whatever reason, I began to realize the truth. Reality is what you make of it—nothing more, nothing less.
I then proceeded to run 15 fucking miles in sub-freezing weather, while I had fucking PNEUMONIA, and literally hadn’t slept in DAYS.
This is the power of the “commander’s mindset.”
It’s been called many things over the years:
Dark night of the soul
Whatever you call it, it’s fucking amazing. You can’t describe it—you can only feel it, and hope to remember.
The Commander’s Mindset
When I was running those 15 miles—and I mean SPRINTING—what do you think was going through my head?
Was it: “Wow, gee—I sure hope I don’t catch a cold tonight! It’s awfully chilly!”
Do you think I was worried about whatever the fuck plagues normal mens’ minds?
“Hurr durr, Western Civilization is awfully precarious right now! Muh hypergamy run amuck! Let me circle jerk online about it for the next 15 years of my life, without actually doing anything to change it!”
Of course not. I didn’t give two shits about anything except one thing: “I am a fucking conqueror.”
That’s what it felt like. That’s what it feels like to be a commander.
As my pneumonia-ridden lungs took in the frigid air, I felt ALIVE. I was FREE—I was truly free.
This is the mindset of the commander. It doesn’t matter what the fuck you’re facing. It doesn’t matter what the circumstances are.
All that fucking matters is that you are a God amongst men, and you can do anything you set your mind to.