Summary: TRP is not simply about shattering your own illusions … the unintended consequence is often shattering the illusions of those around you, including women. For many of them, it is the first time they will truly understand what it means to feel feminine … that freedom derives from boundaries.

 

The modern world has a weird relationship with the concept of freedom. Freedom is often thought of as being totally without boundary or obligation. Yet one's unbridled feral nature is as much a cage as any other.

We seem to oscillate between chaining ourselves to duties implied by Blue Pill societal conditioning and self-serving declarations of indifference and apathy and “I do what I want fuck you” mantras. Like step-by-step instructions. Rulebooks. The scripts we cling to in the dark of night. They are the things we hide behind. Not the things that lead us to our true nature. As Pook once wisely said: Be not contained by a formula

Between all the discussion about whether to respond to IOIs or not and over-escalation versus not escalating enough, something often gets lost in the context. I can go to a thread on askTRP about someone who’s fucking up escalation … I can explain to him push/pull, two steps forward one step back. But the reality is that while I am explaining the mechanics, I fail to explain the purpose.

For it is not the things you do, but the purpose for which you do them, that define the man.

A woman cares not for your philosophy, your words, or even actions … except perhaps in how she might utilize them to benefit herself. Your value is and always will be independent of her. Much the same could be said of the world at large.

Your value thus lies not in what you say or do, but in the authenticity with which you do them. Let me explain …

 

I have been experimenting with some things lately, particularly in the way I handle plates and lovers.

The older I get, the more and more I treat women like children. Not in a detestable way, but in the way a father might see a child needing guidance. Women live in a world full of lies much the same as men, perhaps the greatest told to them by feminists themselves. Indeed, most of these women are craving authenticity. Even they suspect something is wrong, even if they don’t know what.

I’ll give a specific example: I had a plate over recently. She had been being flaky that day, and when she came over she was being weird about physical intimacy, being distracted by her phone (something about waiting for a text from her dad). So I kicked her out … no, not in a mean “get the fuck out bitch” kind of way. I simply told her in a stern manner that her behavior was unacceptable and disrespectful to me and my time. She started to tear up, cue sad face, all that. So I kissed her on her forehead, told her she needed to trust me, and sent her on her way.

I then withdrew my attention for the next couple weeks. I gave her the gift of missing me. Let her feel the full range of emotions. I waited, was patient, never angry (yeah I was fucking other plates but that’s beside the point). I let her come back on her own. And when she did, things were different.

The problem with women these days is that they lack trust … in themselves, in others, in traditions. And they lack trust because they lack boundaries. And they lack boundaries because of the lack of authentic men … men willing not only to say NO, but to be guideposts. To patiently lead, where other men would nervously react. Stoic. Steady. Patience is your gift to the world.

As Pook said: Patience is the refined sense of self-confidence

 

The sweet, sweet irony.

I see occasionally the thread here or there on TRP with people questioning the purpose. Once you’ve plated enough women, done and seen enough things, what is the end game, they ask.

The women in my life, plates or otherwise, are not simply things I use. They are things that I engage with. I certainly get the things I want, but I also leave something behind. And that lies at the crux of the matter. The choice is not simply one of being a blue-pilled supplicating beta versus some emotion-less “asshole” who uses women … but rather the choice lies in the difference of what you leave behind.

In my blue pill days, I largely left behind bitterness or annoyance at my failures to be an authentic man or from my unwitting attempts at covert contracts. I left behind women who were rudderless and confused, lacking leadership or a willingness to submit, which my failures only served to further cement. Nowadays, between my frame and paternal behavior towards them, I leave behind women who, at least for a moment in time, understand the freedom that derives from boundaries. And in that moment, however brief, they finally knew what it felt like to be feminine.

We live in a world where our illusions are often the things that hold us back. That goes for women as well as men. A man who truly embraces TRP breaks those illusions … not only for himself, but for those around him. It is a freedom you give not only to yourself, but to others. A benevolent, if unintended, consequence.

 

Those who see reality for what it is, can bend it to their will … those who see only illusion, are bent to its will.