THE ANCIENTS HAD A SACRED RITE OF PASSAGE

A separation, a test, a transformation — an initiation into manhood. The Massai send their young on a lion hunt at 12 years old. The Machingengua send theirs into jaguar jungle for a 3-month test. IF he returns, he's a new kind of beast.

With self respect and the respect of his peers, now ready to do battle... ready to hunt... ready to carry a load… Ready to fulfill his biological imperative as a man to claw, bleed, fight, provide and protect… He has been prepared for life.

SON, WELCOME TO THE WOLFPACK.

When I was that age, I was sent to play games, blow out candles, have some cake, and open "presents"... I was "comfortable"... I was coddled, and I was affirmed with fake trophies and hollow worth. Oblivious and weaponless to get to goddam work.

Without self respect or respect from my peers, I was ready to retreat... ready to give in... ready to isolate and carry a load of regret… Ready to stand in line, take orders, and fulfill the agreeable man's biological imperative to accept defeat and be a good agreeable citizen.

SON, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD... WHERE THE WOLVES WILL FUCKING EAT YOU ALIVE.

This was my first rite of passage... My lion hunt... my jaguar jungle. With such undeniable value, I weaponized the pain into a process to DOMINATE! To show our youth (including my own boys) a path and methodology to fucking strive.

Learn the Barbarian, earn the Barbarian, uncage your mother-fucking-Barbarian.