Daniel sat across from me, shoulders hunched, his fingers gripping his knees like a man on the edge of a storm. His eyes were restless, shifting between the flickering candlelight and the patterns on the floor. He wasn’t just lost—he was drowning.
“I don’t know who I am anymore, Guru Sanju.” His voice was raw, heavy with exhaustion. “I did everything I was told a man should do. I worked hard, got married, provided for my wife. But I feel… empty.”
I studied him. The same story, the same pattern, just another man caught in the illusion.
“You don’t feel empty, Daniel. You feel stolen.”
His forehead creased. “Stolen?”
I leaned forward, holding his gaze. “Yes. Stolen by a world that never wanted you to be a man. The system—society, the matrix, civilization—it raised you to be a donkey. To work, to provide, to sacrifice, until there is nothing left of you.”
His breathing grew heavier. “But isn’t that what a man does? Takes care of his wife, his family?”
I shook my head. “No. That is what they want you to believe. But a real man doesn’t live for others. A real man doesn’t trade his energy for breadcrumbs of approval. A real man owns his life.”
His fists clenched. “Then why do I feel so weak?”
“Because you have spent your entire life giving away the most powerful currency in the universe—your attention. And worse, you’ve leaked your life force.”
His jaw tightened. “My life force?”
I nodded. “Your semen. Your seed. The very essence that makes you a man. Do you know what happens when you retain it? When you stop allowing women, society, and your own weakness to drain it from you?”
He swallowed. “What?”
“You become unstoppable.”
His breath hitched. The words struck something primal inside him.
“Your body strengthens. Your mind sharpens. Your intuition expands. You become a creator instead of a slave. You reclaim the man frequency of the universe.”
Daniel ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “So… all this time, I was being drained? By my wife? My job?”
I nodded. “By everything that demanded your energy without giving anything in return. Nice guys like you are the easiest targets. Women, especially, can smell weakness. And when they do, they seduce you, trap you, drain you—and then discard you.”
His eyes darkened. The truth was sinking in. “I was a fool.”
I shook my head. “You were asleep. But now, you have a choice.”
Silence. He looked down, then up again, something shifting in his gaze. “What do I need to do?”
“Stop chasing. Stop leaking. Stop being available. Take back your energy, your focus, your seed (semen). Rebuild yourself. Become the man you were meant to be.”
He exhaled, slow and deep. “That means… leaving everything behind, doesn’t it?”
I nodded. “Burn the illusion, Daniel. Let the real man emerge.”
A long pause. Then, a slow, determined nod.
The transformation had begun.
-Guru Sanju
