I’m going to Tribal right now. Who’s coming to meet me there. I’m going to start hanging out there regularly and I hope to meet you IRL there, guys. Around this time in the afternoon… every single fucking day…

Epic meetup yesterday! I didn’t take any pictures, I usually never do. I’ll make a full proper post about yesterday, you guys know I love storytelling… Thank you so much, @Goose Dunlavey , for making this magical thing into a reality…

So are there any virtual faces I know from Skoolers and other communities in here coming on Saturday, its would be great to put the names to the real faces....

I was going to the cigars shop, but then I realized it was closed because today is Sunday. So I thought… should I buy some cigarettes and just stay here by myself smoking and listening to music or should I go out to eat something and then go to Tribal while it was still daytime? I realized I was afraid of taking the bike to go there so I decided to overcome that fear once again. I went to eat some pizza at that restaurant nearby Tribal that Ezechiele showed Avi and I a couple of days ago and then go to Tribal with no plan just to see who I’d meet there… and what a wonderful decision that was. I met Nick there (Nick Steep) and we got talking about bikes and stuff, self-improvement and family, we played pool, I won and he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride on the bikes, he said he knew some cool places. I wasn’t really feeling like it but I was still kind of afraid of riding so I said yes. It was already dark. We ended up going through the craziest rural and most possibly dangerous dirt roads filled with stones and sand and incredibly hard to navigate. We didn’t fall, we didn’t have any sort of problem, we dominated those hard roads and got unexpectedly the reward of seeing the most beautiful rice fields and hidden places in Canggu at night. We spoke about the structure of reality, self-improvement, life perceived as a video-game, my plans of putting together a badass crew, getting weapons and taking a ship from pirates in Sumatra… it was truly magical. We came back and the experience I gathered riding the bike through those places filled me with newfound power and confidence. I rode like a Dark Angel from Hell through the road. Now I wasn’t afraid… now I was just mighty and fast! We went back to Tribal and they had closed the kitchen. Nick was hungry and despite it was near his bedtime and we are disciplined people here he was so excited and wanted more adventure so I proposed to him to go to a restaurant near my villa and maybe sit down at my place to eat what we get from there. That’s exactly what we did. He met the girls here at my villa, we spoke with Victoria extensively about spirituality and psychology. She has some good points but she’s too deep into conspiracy theories to be honest (which is kind of cool but not all conspiracy theories are true and can end up lowering your vibrational frequency by setting a frame of mind focused on darkness and bad intentions, it’s never a good thing to perceive the world on a negative light and think that everything is bad and everyone is out to get you somehow, the paranoia can really mess with your head and drag you down to a place of fear and low frequency, but anyways… I digress). We had a truly amazing night… a true adventure born out of pure spontaneity. But still, weirdly this was exactly what I wanted to happen, what I was thinking about yesterday when I was so enraged writing on my journal and yearning for adventure instead of staying at home grinding on my online business and my sales’ gig on this higher level rat race that all the cool entrepreneurs out here are as well. I want more. I want this and beyond this… I want to transcend and build a true legacy. Revitalize our Western Culture through our Civilizational Project. This is the way. Intuition is serving me well lately. I should keep writing like this in here to learn from it. Like Socrates said “The unexamined life is not worth living.” and he was so right!

I lived years in one single night. What an experience!!! I decided yesterday (technically even though I’m writing on the 15th of July’s journal it’s already the 16th) to go to Tribal, a co-working space complex and hostal where digital nomad’s from all over the world come to network and work online. I had seen so many YouTube videos of really famous YouTubers like Hamza himself recording from there and I could not wait another day before going there… it was my mission, I had to meet up with my people. So I set the goal and now I was a man in a mission. I rented a scooter (for only 4 dollars per day… truly wild!) I looked up the address on Google Maps and started my journey there. Despite my little experience riding a motorcycle I knew I couldn’t allow fear stop me, I chose to be brave and what a great choice that was… it gave me an amazing story to tell and confirmed the wisdom I have developed. I jumped on my scooter and started my trip. It was a less than 20 minutes ride if I remember correctly from my villa to Tribal. On my way I felt fear, I’m not going to lie, and while the thoughts of my mother telling me not to rent a scooter here and warning me about all those terrible accidents that happen on Bali… I effectively had my own. I came across a street road that was more gravel than actually street and tried to hit the break and even though I wasn’t speeding (my mistake, I learnt later on was to hit the break on the gravel which made the bike drift) I ended up having an accident. The bike drifted like crazy, I lost control of it and I ended up being dragged through the irregular hard ground of the road. My best Turkish cotton black shirt and my favorite pants ended up with massive holes and torn down by the friction. Almost immediately I stood up, not paying attention at the damage on my skin and the heavy blows my rights knee and elbow had taken and I just picked up the bike as well and kept riding towards my destination. Fear of the damage wasn’t even allowed to sink in and the pain was so fresh I could almost taste still the adrenaline running through my veins. I started to feel really dizzy and my vision got progressively blurrier and blurrier. I realized pretty soon that I would crash if I kept going. I was feeling extremely lightheaded and cold sweat and blood were dripping from me like water from a summer spring high up in the mountains. I had no choice but to stop. I sat down on a ledge sticking out of one of the stores near the sidewalk (if you can call it that, there’s no real sidewalks in abundance in Bali if you have ever been there or seen any pictures of the streets) with my white helmet on my hands and I could feel my head spinning and my vision getting darker and darker. Soon I understood I was about to faint. I knew I had nobody but my landlord to call. But I did not call him. I didn’t call anyone. I knew if I fainted there and closed my eyes I could wake up without a bike or a wallet easily. And even if it wasn’t so… what kind of man would faint after an accident? A normal man. But that’s not what I am, aren’t I?