How ya goin mates, Jeffy here once moar with yet another live update from the fields of majesty, aka Middle Earth, aka Kiwi Village, aka New Zealand. Pretty epic weekend, lots of transformation taking place on this past weekend's Bootcamp... totally warped some students' paradigms, got them LAID... and even Alexander has come around and now admits that Auckland has some pretty hot girls, having railed up a Maori Pocahontas under a waterfall (aka the shower in the hotel room).

Now that the first stage of the down under tour is complete, it's on to Australia. As usual, I'll now present the remaining stops on the tour for those just joining us:

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Australia & New Zealand:
November 12: Perth
November 19: Melbourne
November 26: Sydney

Canada:
January 7: Vancouver
January 14: Calgary
January 21: Toronto
January 28: Montreal


Recorded a pretty awesome vblog yesterday addressing many of the questions that were raised in my article a couple weeks back about being highly polarizing and obnoxious. However, due to issues with the 3rd world internet situation here, I was unable to upload it in time for today's deadline, so I'm going to retain that one for a future article. I've also got new clips from the various free tours I've been conducting, but again they need to be uploaded before that can happen, so today I'm just busting out a straight, text-only article... oldschool style.

Nonetheless, I intend for it to be a barn burner... or more accurately, a funeral pyre.

Today I am solemnly announcing the DEATH OF BEASTMODE.

"What the fuck Jeffy? Aren't you MR BEASTMODE?! What is this all about?"

Glad you asked. Let me explain.

We'll start with some background. About two years ago in San Francisco, circumstances were such that a loose knit group of wings began to coalesce around me and the whole RSD operation there. The first guys to join up were Minotaur and BonoboTimes. Minotaur was a bootcamp student, a guy who was naturally quite aggressive in other areas of his life, but not so much when it came to girls. On the bootcamp, we taught him physical game... and he basically just RAN WITH IT to its logical conclusion. lol. His wing Bonobo came on the scene around that time as well, and together these guys began wreaking utter mayhem in the clubs on a nightly basis. You'd see them out EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, going hard as FUCK and pulling.

Then, through my attorney, the original "Stifler," (a beast par excellence in his own right I might add), I met the now-legendary Evil Stifler. I view meeting this guy as some sort of cosmic intervention, because he's almost like some sort of joke... a caricature of what the ULTIMATE PLAYER might look like, that is, a guy who does ABSOLUTELY NOTHING except strive to get laid. LITERALLY. Combine this with a backstory that is the perfect storm of game... genetic predisposition and upbringing conducive to ultimate natural game.

We all started going out together and around this core, others began to embrace the highly aggressive nature and style of game being executed by these guys. It was RSD principles, but taken to an extreme, going hard at 100% clip, fuck or walk type shit.

Minotaur was the first one to coin the phrase that would become synonomous with this style: "BEAST MODE."

That's what it was. Straight fuckin beast shit. Unthinking action, like fuckin animals, prowling through the club with minimal thought, just action.

I've got to admit, this style was a bit of a shock even to me, at first. But then I saw that the results that these guys were getting and there was no denying that something awesome was happening here. Pulls almost every single night, and occasionally multiple times a night. That's when I knew, there was something to it. That's when I decided to go down this rabbit hole, and immerse myself in this style completely, to learn exactly what the fuck was going on here.

So BAM... role reversal. The teacher decided to become the student as I observed these guys and basically followed their lead over the course of the next two years. the tales and things I saw and experienced over this time were legendary, and I'll likely bring them to the world at some point in the form of a book. This shit, this "beast mode," was the real deal, and I loved every fuckin minute of it. It was brutal, it was effective, and most of all.. exhilaratingly fun.

Hence, I wanted to bring it to the RSD Nation at large so they, too, could reap the benefits of this new style.

So I began espousing it. Initially it was well-received. There were questions, and I had answers. The now-legendary thread "Beasting on Scallywags" by Bonobo brought the PROOF that it worked in the real world. All was well.

But somewhere, somehow, things started to go sideways. People began hearing about "beasting" and applying their own meanings to the term, without actually bothering to learn what the fuck it was all about. Haters began purposefully warping the term to sow dissent. "Beastmode" started to become a caricature of itself. Now you've got guys abandoning the core principles and just power-bombing bitches with their dick with zero attunement to how they're making the chick feel. LITERALLY just zero skill numbers game shit. Getting punched in the fuckin face because they have no calibration, and laboring under the impression that they are "REPPIN BEAST MODE BRO."

Things have gotten so out of hand with this, that it's basically lost all meaning. The shit means nothing now. It's a fuckin sound in the air that sounds "BEEMOHHHHHH" that's it. Hell for all I know, the term could mean a Portuguese dish consisting of waterfowl and spices or some shit. Who gives a fuck, it's done.

I'm over it, fuck beastmode it's done. REST IN PEACE MOTHERFUCKER.

BUT... even though the TERM itself has sort of dissipated beyond meaningful comprehension, the SPIRIT lives on, indefinitely. Over the course of these past two years I've learned everything that could be learned from "beastmode" and these lessons are in fact extraordinarily simple:

1. Act without thought or hesitation immediately upon seeing the girl
2. Play to WIN (not to "avoid losing")

The big thing I learned from winging with Evil Stifler is that the guy is operating on a very, um... "low level consciousness." He doesn't think about SHIT. He just goes. It's true that man is a thinking creature, but we do our best work when we are in that "flow" state. You go and you trust your faculties.

Look at it this way: humans have existed on this planet for roughly half a million years. During that entire time, evolution has ruthlessly weeded out the "unfit," generation after generation. This is not some abstract hyperbole, this is fact. Yet YOU are somehow here today. That means that EVERY SINGLE ONE of your ancestors was able to get laid at least once, going back to the dawn of the species. The ability to approach a woman and have sex with her is hardwired into your fucking DNA and has been continually error-checked for hundreds of millenia. "Social conditioning" is an EXTREMELY recent phenomenon, relatively speaking, yet here we are. Chodes scared to "look bad" half-stepping with pussy behavior and second-guessing themselves and their natural instincts.

Like I said in last week's article, the big lesson that I got from Evil Stifler was how he is completely connected with his sexuality and effortlessly expresses it as though it's the most natural thing in the world... BECAUSE IT IS. Like a cat stalking a bird, he trusts his faculties and goes. He's never had to think about getting laid, and to do so might actually fuck him up. That's why he's somewhat fascinated with RSD and the idea that you could develop some sort of intellectual framework to pickup; it seems utterly alien to him.

When I first started exploring beastmode, I couldn't help but be reminded of my time in Barcelona, and how I was fascinated by the architecture of Antoni Gaudi. Around the same time that I was getting into this style, I ran across an article in National Geographic about Gaudi and was struck by the parallels between himself and Evil Stifler (completely ridiculous, I know... lol... but hear me out).

Gaudí based his buildings on a simple premise: If nature is the work of God, and if architectural forms are derived from nature, then the best way to honor God is to design buildings based on his work. As the Barcelona scholar Joan Bassegoda Nonell noted, "Gaudí's famous phrase, 'originality is returning to the origin,' means that the origin of all things is nature, created by God." Gaudí's faith was his own. But his belief in the beautiful efficiency of natural engineering clearly anticipated the modern science of biomimetics.




Gaudi understood that nature's purpose is not aesthetic but functional. Nature does not try to make works of art, or to "look good" but rather produces elements that rule the growth and reproduction of species. He was a "tightrope walker on the line bridging art and science. He understood that nature is constructed by laws of mathematics. What is strongest is inherently lightest and most efficient, and therefore most beautiful."

Often times, guys get into this stuff and the first thing they do is have a knee-jerk reaction to "social conditioning," and take pains to eradicate it from their lives. The problem is, it just gets replaced by another form of conditioning... "pickup conditioning," where everything is analyzed. Relative value to the girl, angles of approach, etc etc etc ad nauseam. Social conditioning gets replaced by another form of conditioning.

The true strength lies in a return to the origin. A return to nature and natural forms.

A return to "beastmode."

Like I said, at this point I think I've learned everything there is to learn from our buddy Evil Stifler, because it's not that complicated, nor in fact is it even "his" to begin with. He's just completely free of extra "thought-baggage", takes massive action and goes for the kill, every time.

Having internalized this, I feel I can now return to the realm of the "higher consciousness folk" with a much better understanding of the underpinnings of our more complex ideas surrounding this whole "success with women" thing. Head to head with Evil Stifler in set, going for the same girl, a lot of times I can blow his ass out or eclipse him because I have better verbals and better technical understanding. That's fuckin SCIENCE right there pal.





But a lot of the time, while I'm busting out my awesome technical verbals, dude just grabs and goes. He's got the balls to yank and pull while I'm still dickin around and in those instances he wins out. And even if he doesn't, welp... he just goes and pulls some other ass. The dude pulls every fuckin night. So, the bare fact of the matter remains... KEEP IT SIMPLE, STUPID. You have everything you need RIGHT NOW to get laid like the proverbial rockstar. You've just got to let go of the noise in the head, take massive action without hesitating, and play to win.

"Beastmode" may be dead, but as Bassegoda wrote: "Looking toward the future, the lesson of Gaudí is not to copy his solutions but rather to look at nature for inspiration … nature does not go out of fashion."

Cheers,

-j

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PS. Heading to PERTH this week... for those of you on the West coast of Aussieland, get your ass to the free tour, as this is my FIRST TIME EVER in Perth and not only that, Alexander is coming with me. All are welcome as there are plenty of seats remaining. Here's the venue:

Metro Hotel Perth (61 Canning Highway, South Perth)
Thursday, November 10th, 6:00 PM

See you this Thursday!

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