I would almost be impressed if I wasn't so sick with rage.
I will leave you with this.
There are two reasons why term fully poisoned changes. One - legally I believe it has to be something like two weeks after at least 2 doses. So, you are 2 doses deep, 2 week down the road.
Now anytime from the first prick and any time between then, dead, heart attack, paralyzed. Legally, the media, the politicians, the courts, don't have to say or do SHIT. - including for you.
Which is why you don't hear most of it, or even know. Secondly, and I guess well also legally. Your freedom / life/ job etc, will now only ever be a "variant" or "booster" away from being taken from you, descending back to an inconsiderate human being status. aka outcast.
Based on any news announcement or politicians press conference, at any moment. ie Dan Andrews constant state of emergency laws, many other cities have followed suit, just haven't mentioned it to you, yet.
Because you are not at that stage of the global experiment.
The experiment being. C-certificate O- of V-vaccination I-identification D-document 1 - A 1st letter of Alphabet 9 - I 2nd letter of the Alphabet. Because they just pumped some AI poison to keep this cycle going.
I am not sure, but my understanding is once you hit booster territory, your body becomes reliant on it to live. Be fun to see if I am wrong, right or somewhere in the middle on that one.
Suddenly flu doesn't seem so bad eh.
Organized crime. Find out more on www.danfitts.com as I post it. If you live that long.
I know the power of what I say – even more so how I say it.
It is real. And it comes from pain and wisdom.
It is not always written to motivate or to be liked.
I know this because these are the same philosophies and words that not only changed who I was.
But saved me from it.
People see how I look. They see my last name.
Many people say I am confident, arrogant, super ego. And so on. Appreciated.
They can’t comprehend how much work, sacrifice and pain it took.
They don’t want to understand. Because then they to would be free to do the same.
I am not talking about fitness or working out. I haven’t for years.
People see what they want to see.
To this day I get “online fitness gurus” telling me how they can make my fitness business even more profitable in 3 easy steps.
Nothing comes easy.
And the ignorance speaks for itself.
As I was laid out on a mattress in an apartment I was behind on the rent.
Working two jobs, while balancing the pursuit of muay thai and managing hangovers.
I had no real guides. No role models.
No one had experienced life like me,
at the very least talking about it was the last thing they wanted to do.
As I laid there on that mattress I would watch prerecorded videos of Greg offering me the choice of being a pussy or stepping into my greatness. I felt like he was speaking to me.
He placed out the entire pathway. I had no intention of making my own videos.
Or helping people. But when I did. And committed my life to it.
Things made sense. Had meaning and purpose.
He talked about the haters, hermit crabs as he called them, appearing in the comment section only to talk shit to deflect how pathetic their own life was.
I followed that same path, maybe if I get jacked, have a nice car, be “the man”.
Then I will be happy. Then everything will be ok. It didn’t work out that way.
It simply amplified the darkness.
He had been saying that for years. I guess like the guys that learn from me,
you figure it out the hard way. But that is better than not at all.
After I started investing in my education, taking training and a business seriously.
Just by chance, the town I lived in, the gym I was running my business in plus part time managing.
Greg showed up. Just landed in Oz to do a few speaking gigs. I could tell he was tired as shit (having done that myself now I really know.) Yet he was who I expected him to be, more so.
I had been let down so many times by my idols, I almost didn’t want to meet him.
But he offered us tickets to his presentation, in that 3 hours, something changed in me.
I stopped playing small, I went after everything that I wanted and I started speaking with as much energy and passion as I could pull out of myself. Maybe at least reaching one man, possibly a few chapters back on my path. If I could do what Greg did for me. For hundreds of men all over the world.
That would be a life worth living, that would be a life worth committing everything to.
From something I had long given up (life), and was just buying time and living so dangerously that death was only around the corner.
It still kind of makes me laugh, an Indian bloke stopped Greg mid talk to talk about bicep curl form or protein intake – something trivial. He just smiled at him and laughed, “buddy, you don’t even know what you want or why.” Because when you know what you want. You ask much better questions, so you get better answers.
Training came easily to me, learning how to lift weights in prison, learning muay thai in Frankston.
Hard work, pain, results. Came easily. It wasn’t an issue because I knew what I wanted and I didn’t fuck around.
It was overcoming depression, low self-esteem, super addictive behaviour. It took someone who was willing to share their own darkness, their own pain like a brief story Greg told when he was a ranger he used to be a paratrooper, he reminisced on times when he almost wouldn’t pull the rip cord.
Did he want to die? I am not sure.
I guess at that point he just hadn’t found a reason to live.
A reason to fight.
Same as me, same as a concerning large and growing number of men in society.
Without out your own personal vision, your own personal mission. You are just stalling on death coming to collect. Paying bills, pretending to be happy, “doing it for your kids”.
You just don’t know who you are or what you want. You won’t go the extra mile for anything.
So you will fall on your sword for just about anything.
I share my own stories, the same way Greg did. In 3 hours he told me about the dark side of the fitness industry, the people that screwed him over, took advantage of his genuine love of wanting to help people. So when it happened to me, it didn’t send me spiralling back.
And I didn’t put anyone in hospital. It was just a test on how much I wanted it.
That’s simply all I teach men in my “fitness program”, find something worth living for, really living for.
And going after it with everything you have. And if what you have isn’t enough, fix it and improve it.
Because without that something, you are going to ask stupid ass questions about bicep curls, which alcohol won’t make me fat, how to do I pick up chicks? Etc
Your body, your life, your mind, it is a reflection of how you feel about you.
That is how I read people. Because I know exactly how most men feel.
Even if they don’t tell me, I can see it.
And not even the strongest men survive in that mindset long.
If you are that man. I can help you.
But don’t waste my time with stupid questions or half assessed commitment.
You either want to change. Or you don’t.
Good news is, you don’t need to pay me to remain a loser.
That is free. And a guarantee.
If you want the truth, a road map and a guide through the darkness.
Reach out. Most of my teachings can be found online for free.
Like I said, without going all in.
You’ll just quit or give up when it get’s hard anyway.
There’s some free advice.
Thank you Greg,
God rest your soul.
And thank you for taking the time to read this.
I’m Dan Fitts.
And are you tired of being a fucking pussy?
"D, you are going to change the world one day."
My mother said to me when I was young, she had both hands on my shoulders.
I listened. Then she handed me a hand written note "please sell my son booze",
or something like that and sent me on my way to the local store to get her daily wine.
People question me about my mental health.
Am I really happy?
I mean how could I "teach" this to men if I wasn't.
How could I lead men to "freedom" if I wasn't free myself.
All I know is pain. My mind is very dark most days. It always has been.
I am the happiest and most in control I ever have been. Not perfect.
But where I came from, who I was. It is a God damn miracle I am alive or even want to help people. Let alone fix my own shit.
All the bullshit going on these days. Lock-downs, crazy restrictions and most importantly the regulations around earning a living. Making money.
There is a reason I am so vocal about it, so passionate about it. Most people just repeat generic talking points they see on TV or the same garbage people around them repeatedly say.
Strangely enough, the same way they live most of their life.
I won't bore you the countless places I have teached and shaped minds, from school, gyms, prisons, conferences etc. I won't try and prove to you facts about what I have done, learned and accomplished in the mental/physical health field.
The thousands of lives I have impacted in such a positive way it makes it almost undeniable I know what I am talking about, more then likely a lot more then you.
I am not here to prove that, nor I am interested. You can say and do what you like, hence while I am fighting for freedom at the moment. More importantly I KNOW the reality of what people are going through right now.
If you have the luxury to plead your case in the court of the comment section, I tell ya from experience. It is not that bad.
Like I said, most days my mind is incredibly dark. Most people in my game, especially the ones who are good at it. They are the same.
I know what is like to live, hungry, scared, helpless and looking at a long stretch of days and months to come of it. I am not talking about prison or a job you hate. I am not even talking about waiting for China virus to go away.
I am talking about being a kid. In a home. That is the furthest thing from a home.
That was my life, for a long time. It is not something I really talked about in detail, even to this day.
I remember the times I would be going through the cupboards looking for something to eat. Not because I grew up in a third world country, but because living with a single parent who is an abusive alcoholic you find yourself making decisions a kid shouldn't have to make.
Do I wake up mum and ask for food? Or do I not risk getting yelled at or beaten with some random object because she hasn't sobered up yet?
Most of meals for quite some time consisted of calling the pizza shop across the road. The guy even know my voice when I called.
I knew what is was like to get dragged into the police station and lectured about the "drug problem". Not because I was on drugs. I was 12. But my mother was like me, good at talking and working in the ER at Frankston hospital (blows my mind still), I guess the officers she used to complain to about her outlaw son at home, they really couldn't tell she was drunk most of the time and experiencing an alcohol induced psychosis.
I remember looking at the Sergeant or Constable, thinking wow "you really have no idea about the reality at my home do you?". Not that it mattered, I just would shut off from the world further and further. Until I was on the street. Boosting cars, doing drugs - the irony. The person that said they wanted to protect me from all these things was the person that drove me to it.
By that stage, the police couldn't catch me or stop me. I had adopted my mothers ability to be able to put on a poker face, to pretend everything was fine, I had no fear and/or I have no concern about consequences.
It was not even ten years later I was behind bars. I'd never speak to my mother again until her death. And whether it was the booze or just the sheer pain of looking at her truth. She never changed. At 18 I was still fighting her battles, literally. I nearly added a murder charge to my wrap sheet, courtesy of her new partner.
If it was so dark, why didn't I kill myself? Seems to be a common thing these days. In fact the biggest killer in middle aged men. At least where I am from.
I would of, I am action taker. I do what needs to be done and if checking out was the only way to take care of the pain that I live with. It'd be done. I came close.
But some friends beat me to it. One walked in front of a train, one ate a bullet, the list goes on. But it only took two funerals for me to realise I could never do it. Even as much as I did like hurting people back in those days. I wouldn't leave the pain they left behind for me, I wouldn't put that on my worst enemy.
Booze worked, so did violence. Although even in the boxing ring though. I knew I was just avoiding the truth. I had to find things that made me feel good. That didn't destroy me, because just like my mother and my friends, it was only a matter of time.
There is an urban legend that I can't die or I am a robot. Maybe.
Regardless, while I am here. It might as well have some good moments. As my Grandpa said to me before he died, life is full of good and bad memories, it is simply up to you to fill it was as many good ones as you can. He died last year. Not because of China Virus. He was old.
People seem to be ignorant of the fact, people die, all the time. This is not a new thing. And wearing a mask, not going to work and shooting yourself up with experimental drugs. Believe it or not. Probably not going to make you live longer.
In fact much the opposite.
Last time I did a lock down. It was in prison. It was generally a punishment or so they could let guys in protection ie sex predators roam safely around the grounds.
Might just be a strange coincidence it is much the same with these ones.
People just trying to do time (life) are punished, while the criminal politicians, many of them peadophiles, get to roam freely. These just are my feelings. You can find out more about that here.
Regardless of you views and beliefs about what is going on right now.
There is one thing that is undistupatable. As the economy gets worse, as making money becomes harder and as life becomes more stressful. Families, dads, men and most importantly kids. They suffer. And I know for a fact there are kids out there right now. Because of this government enforced bullshit. Those kids lives right now, it must make my past look like disney world.
I've worked out how to deal with mine, the bright shoes, a life of service, God, riding my bike and Steven the cat.
I will be the voice for those can't speak, I will be the light for those kids that have lost all hope. Life wasn't even bad when the police would take me to the station as a kid. It was just a lie my mother told so well. It must have been real.
Whether I was doing drugs or not. Whether I was bad kid or not.
The damage was already done. (for the record I wasn't)
But I became one. I have consumed more drugs and alcohol by 20 then most men would do in their whole life, because I only focused on pain.
And problems with no productive solutions. Or any.
What people focus on, they become.
What we say we don't want, we get.
That's how I pulled myself out of that life,
and I think it's time the whole world pulled their head of there ass,
stop thinking, talking focusing on all the things we don't want.
And simply start doing and being who we want.
Because putting life on hold isn't living.
Avoiding pain, truth and the hard road.
Again, just takes away life.
Despite how hard it is.
We got ourselves here. We get ourselves out.
Most people think I am gangster,
bikie, tough guy or at the very least.
A wanna be of all those things.
The truth is I am none of those things.
I am aware how I look.
My life does have some influence on my appearance.
Most of it was mainly by choice.
I like to workout. I like to keep fit.
I like tattoos to state the obvious.
I love them. Love the art.
I like that I have it with me all the time.
Just for my own reasons.
I like motorcycles. I taught myself how to ride.
And I am a mechanic from once upon a time.
But mainly - I look, I act, I speak how I do.
it is just who I am.
Just who I choose to be.
Just like you, the good, bad and otherwise.
You may not have the online exposure that I do. (God who would want it?)
You may not be as controversial as me.
You may not accept responsibility or even the choice of how you look, act and speak.
Let alone think.
The same way I didn't give a fuck, about the things I should have.
I was headed in thee wrong direction fast.
No one could control me, I wouldn’t listen to anyone.
And once I hit the gym my body caught up with my dangerous mind.
I was working in a garage in South Melbourne.
Treating cars and bikes like a PlayStation game.
Drinking and socializing like a sons of anarchy character.
One of the guys in the shop saw this when we would go out together. He saw me drink, fight and have no regard for the consequences. Usually those kind of men are either drawn to gangs and clubs or recruited because they are “useful”.
Let’s call him Ned for privacy sake. I wasn’t sure on Ned’s history, but he was a tough dude.
Tough as nails. He worked hard.
Was a good man.
But you would not piss him off or double cross him.
Unless you wanted to use your ambulance insurance.
One night he said "come with me" when we knocked off. We went for a drive to few local club houses. Prospects serving drinks, girls dancing on stage, bikes parked everywhere. Not glamorous stuff.
It wasn’t my first time in a place like this. But the places we went. For some reason everyone knew Ned. They let him in and they left him alone. Even the big dogs there.
He said to me “I came from this life. And I got out. If I ever see you doing anything like this. Ever. Prison will be the least of your worries. Do you understand?”.
I took a sip from drink and without saying a word,
just nodded. As tough as I thought I was, you see how tough you are when a real man is talking to you.
It was a strange way of showing it. But he cared about me. And I listened to him, because I respected him. And he also put the fear of God in me.
Maybe that is when I first started believing in God.
The reason why I share this with you. And more.
It will all be in my book this year. Is not because I think it’s cool, tough or gangster. Just parts of the shit show of my past.
Like I said.
That was the best lesson I ever got. One of them anyway.
And living in places like Melbourne, Gold Coast, Asia. I have seen what happens to men who live that life.
I have seen the “loyalty” of people like that. I have seen how tough they are when the chips are down and their back are against the wall. They are not. And you see who people really are.
Every man is on his own at the end of the day.
You need to fight your own battles.
You need to have your own back.
As well as your identity, strength and power should come from your own character.
Not from some patch, title or group.
I know who I am. I can walk into a prison (as the teacher) and get ten men to listen to me.
As well as the guards.
Not because I am tough. I just have the vibe Ned had -
Do not fuck with me. And I will teach you what I know.
I know what I am capable of.
Both good and bad.
The reason why I share this with you. Unless you can find a coach, trainer or even just a man in your life that you respect (and if you can’t respect, fear). Unless you have someone like that in your life,
that is going to guide you.
The right way.
To the right outcome.
You are going to do whatever you like.
Whenever you like. The consequence is being a slave to your emotions, more dominant men and life in general.
But for now.
I will leave you with this.
Especially younger men.
As Ned showed me. Once men get past a certain age or mindset,
they are already fucked and past the point of no return.
Bet on yourself. You never lose if you bet on yourself.
By nature I believe we are good.
Ned had no reason to take the time to show me that.
And I don’t have to do what I do.
I guess he didn’t want me to live his old life.
And I don’t want you to live mine.
Or maybe yours right now.
As I progress on my own journey/process as a coach, a man, a speaker.
Just like any success or growth, there are mistakes and failures. More to the point sometimes you just piss people off. Despite what some people think, it is never my intention. Although I am good at it.
As the Daily Freedom Path community and 'program' evolves, so do I. And like any growth, there are growing pains. Around this time last year I made the statement "most of you are fucked up, because your parents fucked you up, I am the alpha role model you needed so you don't fuck your kids up and can actually change yourself."
To paraphrase, it was something like that. Strangely enough within 24 hours a third of the members of the DFP pulled out of contracts, quit, gave up or disappeared. The ones that did communicate that they were bailing, denied it was a connection and that time and money or something had now 'got in the way'.
As you read this you probably see that as clear as I did, they left because I either offended them, insulted someone or they didn't agree. That's the thing, you don't have to agree with me, but it is my 'job' to challenge men's values, beliefs and standards. And should those things fold, we find out why they are were they are.
No one sets out to drop the ball as a parent, at least I like to think that. No one wants to hurt or damage their kids, especially when their parents did the same thing. So why is it most people, most men, repeat the same or similar mistakes their parents did?
I have a number of tried and tested teachings, so to speak, that reveal to a man why and then what to DO once they acknowledge this. From forgiveness, to creating a new identity, to role playing and being able to say something to these Fathers or Mothers (that didn't fuck them up apparently - yet most members have this problem) on their own that they wouldn't have been able to or just not wanted to.
It seems pretty simple doesn't it? Most of it is simple. Just incredibly hard. What kind of man wants to admit they are a shit Dad? Probably not the same man that is quite happy to blame their father.
This is where men get triggered and even sabotage their own process of becoming the man that they want to be. For example me saying something out loud to them, that hasn't been delivered in the best manner so to speak ie "your parents fucked you up." - as above. Yet here's the thing, those feelings, that anger, being 'insulted'. That just tells you, you're probably on the right path to dealing with and moving through some mental road blocks.
Who in their right mind would want to trigger men, then help them work through it, so they can get what they want? Yours truly.
The exact same way if you were driving and I had set a physical road block in front of you. You can yell, scream, lie, hide all you want. You're not getting through.
I know this because I went through this process myself. I went through all of them myself. Sometimes by my own self discovery, then other times guided by someone else. To the same painful truths - someone fucked up me or I fucked up someone else- again to paraphrase.
As I continue to write these, share my wisdom and at the very least have the desire to help men that may not ever pay me or even contact me. I will break down, share and unlock why the home environment is key to man and/or his families success.
I've also kept refining this message - so it is less harsh then what I said earlier.
Because unlike most men, I don't change my approach based on how people think or feel about me. This is how you need to operate to as a man, as you have probably discovered on your own.
If you don't back yourself, you end up taking it out on the people closest to you.
We are currently in the information age. What a time to be alive. Information available at any time, for anything.
It is all there. It is a large part of what got me to where I am today. We are now entering the age of enlightenment or something like that. If you ask any woke person on Instagram, that is what they would tell you.
"The Age of Enlightenment (or simply the Enlightenment) is a term used to describe a time in Western philosophy and cultural life, centred upon the eighteenth century, in which reason was advocated as the primary source and legitimacy for authority." Just got that from the magic of the internet.
I was having a conversation about it in my friends tattoo shop in Thailand sometime last year about this, as you do.
Here's the thing. I remember being a mechanic. I remember driving forklifts, trucks, packing boxes. I didn't give a fuck about elections, bitcoin or the having to think about 'what ifs', 'global emergencies' or 'new world order'.
But that was the thing, I didn't give a fuck. Most men don't not only about themselves, but about most things around them. As someone who taught me how to speak once said "They do enough to keep from getting fired, but not enough to get anywhere".
This is where the information age has led us. Hard times create strong men, strong men create good times - then here we are, good times create weak men... who create.. you guessed it. Hard times.
I have spent the last decade studying. Studying things that men would like to pay attention to, but don't have time. Things men are afraid to talk about, but most think about.
I have a lot of the answers to the questions most men ask.
That's a large part of what the DFP is.
The reality is this. Whether it is the information age, the enlightenment age, the fucking bitcoin age. No one is coming to save you. Not me, not God, not Donald Trump, not your bitcoin that you purchased way too late in the game.
That's also the good news. Do what you can, where you are, with what you have.
That is it. If you have a smart phone, 100usd in the bank and you're healthy. You've already won the lottery. Most western men don't get that.
I came from a broken home, booted from high-school, went to prison, have come close to death more times then I like to think about. And I am still here, writing this, healthier, happier and more successful then most men who had it 100 times easier or better then that.
Personally I think we are entering the age of Not Being A Pussy.
Where men take the steering wheel of their lives and together we drive this bitch called reality into some powerful and amazing times for everyone.
But I am an optimist.
Time will tell.
Yesterday was the anniversary of the death, suicide of one of my best friends when I was kid. I don't mean a Facebook friend kind of friend. I mean someone who felt like a brother to me. We grew up together. Lived very similar lives both good and bad. And the way I felt yesterday was a reminder of how much he meant to me.
As you may or may not know when you lose someone.
This wasn't on my mind, I don't really pay attention to these dates or anniversaries any more. Otherwise my calendar would resemble months filled with death and pain.
Yet Saturday night as I tried to call it an early night, I felt sad, alone, tired. I was thinking about my friend. I even posted some photos of him on Instagram for no real reason. I thought.
Yet when I woke up, good old Facebook memories.
Let me know why - it was that date - ten years.
Am I going to give you the answer to why we feel this way or how it happens?
How do we know? Why do we let it get to us?
What I am writing about is something similar, but equally as dark I guess.
I honestly can't remember where I came up with this idea or concept, but for the large part of ten years I would keep a lethal dose around. A lethal dose meaning if I took it, drank it etc. It would be game over. Being an out to any experience too bad.
In my mind I thought if anything get's to bad, overly hard. Boom. I guess the same concept as a gun. Except this would allow me to actually have a brief moment of thinking time to be certain that 'this was the best thing to do'.
Now that might sound insane, it probably is. But that is what I truly believed. It helped me overcome some very dark times, I would also use it during stressful ones. Now I don't mean actually use it or anything. I just mean knowing it was there.
This is what we do. We develop coping mechanisms, systems, rituals. To keep going, to deal with things. Until we waste our entire life, they don't work or maybe even like myself develop a life and mechanisms that aren't anywhere near as destructive or dark - in fact things kind of get good.
Once I had been doing this for some time. I realised I'd really managed to turn things around, in fact life was great. Not easy, but great.
Because the things we don't talk about, are basically everything I just talked about. And just like my friend, that only had one lethal dose, a bullet - we make a permanent decision for a temporary problem. Or problems.
I don't preach life is fun or easy all the time, or even most of the time.
I don't preach sobriety and military like discipline and structure.
I mean if you find something that works for you, awesome.
But like me, most mens coping mechanisms aren't that healthy.
Let alone want to be talked about, shared, so they can assess and change what they are doing.
That way it won't develop into a permanent measure to cope. Suicide.
No coming back from that.
Then like me, and all the other friends,
family I have lost.
I am the one that has to live with it.
Racism and hate.
Racism is an interesting word. It gets a lot of attention.
I used to be racist. It's true. Not proud of it. Not proud of many things.
That is why building the DFP has been so difficult for me.
(well apart from the obvious difficulties of a 'movement')
Because everything this helps men with I have either done or experienced in some way.
What does this have to do with racism, I am a white male.
I should have the easiest least challenging path you could have.
As far as gender and colour goes without the stigmas, taboos and social limitations about why you/'they' can and can't do something.
I mean I may or may not have to explain it to you (the pro's and con's of being different.)
I also didn't design this social construct. But it is there.
I will explain to you why. Simply my understanding of it.
Myself a white male born in a first world country.
My life was not amazing, but it also wasn't some of the 'life or death' war-torn hell scenarios someone could possibly and DO live.
About three years ago I did some work with/for the Australian indigenous youth or depending where you are from in the world or
your conditioning around the word.
I worked with young black kids who hadn't had a good experience with life as much as a young kid or young man should or
Either due to home environment, street culture or sometimes through no fault of their own - racial profiling or racism.
Now I am going to use all the words I have available to me.
They are just words. I don't like to hate or be negative to anyone - to the best of my ability.
I am actually in the process of teaching myself to love others more as well as myself.
Because by being able to speak the way that I do and the words that I
use I have the ability to actually help these young men.
Well most men in tough times, but that's not what this post is about.
Racism is hate, whether is be 'I hate blacks' 'I hate whites'
*insert colour or race as you will.
Don't confuse this with discrimination. eg 'Chinese people are the worst people at travelling through airports efficiently.'
That is not racism, it's discrimination, but also a fair assessment.
When I saw my past with a racist mindset, I hated people, for colour or race.
That's it. I mean I hated a lot of people, but racism brings the most shame.
And also relevance to what I am talking about.
The 'crazy' thing is though as I grew, learned, explored, I realised I started to have Jimmy my indigenous mate, I worked with a Vietnamese bloke and he was kind of nice and insert the thousands of other encounters with people.
Long story short, I realised I was full of hate and had to directed it in the way that I did. As most of the people around me did that,
either obviously or on some low key level.
Australians.. I know.. Racist pricks.
Another long story short, with that hate I found myself in prison very quickly.
Even the 'system' kept the Asians with the Asians, indigenous (blacks) with the indigenous and you can figure out the rest of the set up there.
I thought it was it normal to have this separation between us.
But also why the hate? It's kind of destructive.
After spending a day in the Asian unit, I realised the feeling of hate was mutual.
That was almost fifteen odd years ago. Just to clear things up I am no longer racist. Because I learned to love myself and travelling a lot of the world. I found racism
was created by us.
But not in the way you might think.
Because ever since then I have experienced the same kind of stigma and judgement (from a 'criminal history') another race might have with getting jobs, opportunities in life and even as far as one partner left me when I told her about my past ie I can't introduce 'you' to my parents.
Of course we need to entertain the idea that some races actually have those challenges because of the colour of their skin or social stigma.
I am not going to say being a white male from a first world country is the same, because its not,
I chose my path and at times probably didn't make it easier for myself.
That being said though. If life was a score card of good and bad things, I would well and truly be in the green, but I will get to that or you possibly already know that. You may even be what I am explaining, you will always 'hate' me because of what I 'was'.
Because people who go to prison are bad and always will be.
Is that true? Or accurate?
That's a different conversation altogether.
Let me ask you,
is racism OK?
It's yes or no.
(or unconscious behaviour - ie you don't over eat by choice right?)
Hate is a choice. Judgement is a choice. And racism I believe comes from laws and ideals that weren't changed all to long ago eg slavery, 'white only' laws and so on.
It would have been illegal for people of colour to do certain things at certain times in history. I am sure somewhere in the world there may still be similar.
This leaves behind hate.
Even when the 'laws' change.
I mean why you would hate people for no reason?
You learn it, from your culture and you hate because like most of
society, the world, no one taught you, me, most people how to love.
Love yourself, other people and things as a whole.
(Easier said then done a skill set I am still learning myself as I mentioned.)
We don't have to like everyone, we don't have to agree with everyone, in fact we never will. That is the beautiful thing about life. Freedom and choice, that believe it or not people worked very hard for for generations to attain what we have now. Choice. Love or hate, good or bad, McDonald's or Dominoes.
But unlike or McDonald's. Learning to repair the damage done to you,
others and being able to say I am now these things 'a good person' vs not.
It's pretty fucking difficult, as I experienced, not the work required, not the time, not the money. But simply the ability to get others to see me as
'different' or 'OK' again, to even see myself that way.
Which is truly where I believe is where racism comes from.
'They' are going to do something wrong. 'They' always do this.
And the kicker is when someone doesn't love or respect themselves,
'they' generally do the wrong thing.
I am going to shift your focus away from crime and race to allow you to see it differently.
If you went to the fridge and your intention was to have one beer, but you had six and also ate an entire pizza.
Would you feel good the next day? Honestly.
And what if you did that everyday? And everyone in society judged and ridiculed people that could never 'just drink one beer and not stuff their face'. How do you think you would start to think and feel towards yourself?
More importantly act?
What I am getting at is we don't talk about the shit that is right in front of our face. The hate, the problems, the stigma, the shame and trying to move forward as a society. Even just trying to lose fucking weight.. or be happy.
Even with my limited understanding I worked out that no one man can move forward or far without 'fixing himself',
so why would anyone else. If no one talks about it,
no one wants to talk about it.
One - because it's hard to talk about our 'real' shit.
And two we know people that have made mistakes, failed or otherwise, we point our finger, laugh, or outcast them.
At the very least treat differently.
Who would want that? By choice? No one. Which is why racism will never be solved anytime soon and the increasing problem in men will grow,
even for white males in first world countries.
Depression, anxiety, breaking the law, abusive behaviours etc even suicide.
Which is why I started 'all this in the first place'.
Which is why I do what I do.
People in my life are dead.
And it's not a great experience.
And if you are already judged, have stigma around you, find it hard to create opportunities and people around you start dying.
Guess what you are going to do? Or be as a person?
Whether you have experienced this is or not,
the way I have explained things I don't think it should matter.
My sister asked me why did I share this photo the other day?
She was concerned about her own reputation. Because of something I did.
Because of what society will do,
for what reason?
I mean this isn't the picture that was used and the description isn't very accurate (not that it matters or anything) but this cost thousands of dollars and bought more hate, judgement and problems then most things in my life.
Like I said not only have I experienced that stigma and judgement that I have noticed is similar to racism for 15 years.
I got to experience it all over again on a different level.
While I was teaching indigenous kids about fitness, health, self-respect, mindset to give you a basic idea.
From this 'incident' for a few weeks back in that period of time,
I received hate, judgement, even death threats.
But also me being me I just told people to go fuck themselves.
Because I know me. And when you can understand yourself,
do the 'right' thing, for the most
part. You learn to not judge yourself, you learn to not hate yourself, for the most part.
My previous hate and way of thinking, more recent or not,
may seem more intense then yours.
Because I do most things intensely, love, work, try to improve etc. Intense.
But also like you, I sometimes lose my way ie do the wrong thing.
Unlike most people I also represented and to this day represent myself.
Imagine going to court on weapons and drugs charges and getting yourself off (pun not intended).
Most people don't even believe what they say because we are conditioned
to not talk about all the things we do 'wrong' there for thinking everyone else must do the same.
Whether thats legally, morally, spirtually etc it's irrelevant.
The reason why I share this article occasionally is to explain to you the importance of not showing such massive interest in peoples failures or mistakes, I am just strange set of circumstances where my life and career has been basically telling people how much of a fuck up I was how, how 'bad' I was. So although challenging, at the end of the day worked out fine for me.
This just became another reference point to use in helping me show men, even when you try, even when you do the right thing 95% of the time.
No one gives are shit. Because people are full of hate, shame and guilt.
That most people are simply playing a role.
I took those 'jobs' as a financial loss.
The racist white guy from Melbourne goes on to wear a financial loss to help indigenous black men not live the same or similar life that he did.
I mean that's are a good headline, but hate sells, people failing sells and the same way you can't hate if you are not consumed by it. People who write and read this stuff are usually that way inclinded.
As to love others, including yourself, it is incredibly hard baseline to get back to and then live that.
Because of fear and hate.
And most people don't love themselves.
So we hate, blame, write nasty articles, posts, texts to each other, about 'all the things that they did' and that traps us in our own prison because you then can't
share and heal your own flaws and problems. That we all have.
Because it wouldn't make any sense would? To treat others as your treat yourself if we treat others like shit.. we how do we treat our-self?
See what I am saying?
Well I managed to break that cycle. Some what.
You should try this love/freedom deal, it's not bad. Could get used it.
And even if you try it out, don't like it, go back to being how ever you want.
I mean like I said though, if you have lived the same or similar to me.
It can at times be incredibly difficult to get back to a base-line 'normal',
but so is living like most people (or how I used to).
It's been almost a year since I wrote a blog. I still write everyday from, journals, emails, posts etc. I started writing these years ago, one to get a handle on my thoughts and then be able to express them through words. But I know also men learn and take in information in different ways.
Hearing, reading, watching. I wanted to make sure I had all bases covered.
As I said though. It has been 12 months since I typed one of these at. And what has happened since then, it's been a hell of ride to say the least. I think I experience more in the last year then most men do in ten. Or even there whole life.
The highs and the lows.
Someone once suggested me, fail faster, make mistakes faster. It didn't make any sense. My understand of life was you wanted to avoid failure and mistakes, having said that even with this in mind,
I was still failing and making mistakes spectacularly. Not the good kind.
You see if you don't make mistakes doing what you want, becoming who you want to be. You are going to make mistakes and failure by default, either becoming too comfortable that the weeds start to grow or even worse, your life becomes so dull from playing it safe, suddenly poor decisions seem like great ideas.
Although I lived 10 years in 1, I felt ten years in one. I had already gone to the point of no return with failures and mistakes not doing what I wanted with my life. I figured it was time to go all in and take a chance maxing out on dreams and burning desires. So that's what I did. But a common mistake I and many men make is not making the main thing, the main thing.
What do I mean by that?
Well think about the one or two big things you wanted to pull off in 2019?
Did you do it? Or 2018? What about great thing you achieved or attained - are they still standing strong at this point in time?
By biting of more then you can chew, making important decisions based off emotion and not facts. You set yourself up for spectacular failure.
If you can look at your life truthfully and honestly, it's very easy to see where things went wrong or right. Ignoring the facts that limit you from moving forward and also being ignorant to the facts of the past setting you up for the same or similar thing. You can do a lot in a short time. But there is a big difference between scoring the championship winning point and watching it on TV.
Living is hard, life is hard, that's the deal.
I hope that by sharing my wins, spectacular failures and anything else in between.
With enough vivid details and understanding as possible. You may be able to take some wisdom and experience away from this and simply 'not do what Dan Fitts did', well that was what I called the program I used to teach in Schools.
But that was sometime ago.
I don't need to teach you what not to do, as entertaining as those stories are,
I am now here to share with what I am doing that is working,
that I have tried and tested.
That you can add to your own life.
So let's get into it.
I picked up weights and put on boxing gloves at around 18. Like any young guy I wanted to be able to defend myself and look and feel relatively good about myself. You would think it would be a pretty simple process. And it is. But living in the information age with an abundance of information its hard to decide on what to do. It's even harder to get the truth.
I had established a pretty solid foundation and like most young guys I figured I needed 'protein' (which is easier and cheaper to find in your food). I remember walking into a shiny GNC store. Walking up to the counter where a juiced up young guy in a shirt about two sizes two small was standing - I asked him what I needed. The strange thing was I didn't tell him my goals. And what I 'needed' happened to be right next to the counter.
This wasn't the first time I'd buy something I didn't need. It was also not the first thing I would purchase what I thought would solve all my problems. It's hard to find out what you actually need when A: most people no nothing about their health and fitness and B: the ones that do are generally just trying to make a sale.
I also started to ask myself questions like why was the most expensive thing in my apartment the tub of protein sitting on the fridge that was lacking actually food? And if I was so serious about my fitness goals. Why was I spending the rest of my money on booze and other stupid shit?
As I have moved through my career and life - and hopefully gained some wisdom. I started to have answers to these questions. I mean I can't have been the only young man seeking answers but being told ten different things. I also can't have been the only person saying I want to achieve all these things - but self sabotaging myself with lack of will power and discipline.
I thought about my hero's and role models growing up. Business owners who taught me about life - over a big night out, spending hundreds of dollars on drinks and cheating on their partners. Athletes and people in the fitness industry who I looked up to - then as I started to associate with them would ask me if I could score drugs. Mentors who talked about confidence and integrity but would lie cheat and steal to get ahead.
There were my role models. These are what I had to frame my life around. I mean don't get me wrong. I had already picked up some negative behavior traits from growing up in lower class Melbourne Australia. So how did I go on to impact hundreds of lives all over the world in a positive way.
And to tell you the truth. I am not a saint. A quick google search will tell you that.
But I am also only human. A man from a very rough past. Doing his best to make sense of life, business, fitness and everything else in between. And one thing I have discovered from my most recent mentor. Speaking your truth, having courage and knowing your message is the way to move forward in life.
Which is why I am writing this blog post. Which is why I have done most of what I do over the last ten years or so. Trying to figure people out. Trying to help them achieve their own goals. Particularly with fitness. And like the young men I mentioned earlier. There are many many guys seeking out the truth. In a sea of expensive and unnecessary products. Surrounded by people who may be good at what they do - but should not be called role models or hero's.
I come from humble beginnings. So if I can do this. Almost any man can. The answers you seek are found in the truth. They are found in books. They are found in people who do not wear a mask. They are found in listening to your intuition and knowing what is right for you and what you want to do.
The things we seek as men don't come with a flashy label. They shouldn't come with a discount code. And you shouldn't be afraid to speak openly about them.
This is what I do for men. I am the role model they never had. The leader that many men seek. I am not perfect. Nor do I claim to be.
But I know how to get men to correct the errors in their life across the board.
The body, the stable relationship, the courage to follow your goals and dreams.
It can all be yours. But it will not found in a google search. And it will not be easy.
Irrelevant of whether you seek out my guidance. A few words of warning. Don't let someone sell you the dream as easy. The result doesn't come in 30 or 60 serving container and if you find yourself taking advice from someone who's words, actions and intentions don't line up. Probably move on.
Don't take advice from someone who hasn't done what you want to do and most importantly invest in yourself. Bet on yourself. You never lose when you bet on yourself.