Planning to live in the woods for three months this summer since I will not work (finally).

I will spend this weekend building a shelter and doing what I love most, training, tracking animals in the woods and making this place more comfortable.

Wish you all a nice weekend.

From my mother side I came from a long line of people who wanted to live bravely and free but without selling their soul to the Great Dragon which is modern day system of addictive laws.

My grandfafher was basically a gaucho in a romantic sense. He used to own a herd and a land, living selling food and milk to locals hand to hand. He used to live in Australia, riding horses, working hard. His wife, once, spilled cow milk on the police chief desk because his men used to stop her every day while transporting products from their farm.

She's 84 and still attends protests against the cutting of trees in our place of origin, still getting controls by some police officers (how brave).

I'm proud to trying to keep alive my family spirit. But at the same time, we can't live under the shadow of something that is no more.

Keep taking inspiration by your best ancestors, and be brave enough to keep distance from the worst, aknowledge it, if necessary, condemn them. They live in you but you are not them.

I'm not a comic book reader from around my 20ees.

By the way there are a couple of very useful things that Superman reminds me every day since I decided to build a Tribe and live off the grid.

The first one, is that the true identity of Superman is Superman himself. When he acts as Clark Kent, he is just mimicking us humans.

Kal El is what he is, and he is showing the world what he really is. The mask is Clark Kent. The opposite of every super hero or villain.

Why am I saying this retarded dumb thing ? First because I'm not great at explaining things.
But secondly: When I decided to live within a tribe, therefore to act when It's needed , I found my true self through my own dimension.
I don't need to interact with people, I don't need their imposed spectrum of emotions and laws to understand what is wrong and what is right. Being a DDog, wasn't something I needed, it wasn't a rite of passage.

It was to start acting in order to be what I always wanted and felt since I was a kid.

Truth is, if you are struggling to join or form a tribe think twice. Maybe it's what you are. Maybe it's not.

I saw many people failing hard. And I can tell you: there is no way to embrace this kind of life. You are born like this, or you are not. We are not all the same and exactly because of it, you should not mimic something you are not convincing yourself that's your true identity.

It is written. And this is why should take your own path without shame.

But whit time, I also understood that Honor stands before glory. At the end of the story you understand that maybe, the true hero is Jonathan Kent.

I hope you get the final message.

Now I go doing my 100 burpees to cleanse my soul from this dumb metaphors.

Head
Heart
Balls
( testa, cuore, coglioni)

Those 3 magic words are the pillars of boxing from where I come from.

Head. Self control, discipline, the way we have to connect and understand the gods.

Heart. Literally cardio. At the same time our inner metaphor for spirit and passion. Boxing is Heart. No breath, no spirit, no victory.

Balls. Masculinity and stubbornness. Courage and boldness. Literally what makes a man, especially during this corrupted time ruled by maggots and fake men.

When you fight, physically, no fucking metaphore here, repeat the mantra. It will makes you a man of iron.

Testa. Cuore. Coglioni.
Testa. Cuore. Coglioni.

Already 3 baby goats and 3 lambs

All of them are healthy.

This is indeed a rainy good spring. At least for now.

I don't have a day of rest from work. I don't earn much. At 7 pm I'm tired and done.

Despite this, I feel free, strong and I known I accomplished something during the day.

Freedom lies where there is extreme effort and risk.

Once you realize that, and convince yourself to jump over that fucking line, you will realize you can actually truly change the world.

My last round bare hands.

Put yourself in danger.

Surround yourself only by people with the will to test themselves and yourself in a respectful but possibily dangerous way.

Be sure to explore what dangerous means beyond knuckles in your face.

In my tribe, developing our identity, we found ourselves much more focused on our land and territory and how to protect it from voracious and well dressed despoilers instead of mere martialism and sports, training survivalism, farming, mechanic work, hunting and stalking in the woods.

The amount of skills that follows the will to be part of a committed group is almost infinite.

This morning I was hugging my woman. She was going emotional since we found a young sheep dead, probably choked while eating.

Two small lambs were trying to suck some milk from her dead and cold body.

Still, I took a look to the blue sky, and everything was perfect.

When your work is working with life itself and in the middle of an untamed valley, you can touch the irrationality of nature.

The humanization of nature it's a very subtle mechanic created by materialism, ego, and the need to feel morally superior.

At the end of the day there is no math, science or law that can explain this chaotic, feral reality.

To survive is probably the only autentic way to live, to taste this perfect, yet brutal and beyond human comprehension reality.

Maybe there is no really a good or evil, but only predator and prey.

Ironically, it is in the human nature, to feel pain and compassion even for the emotionless laws of nature.

That is probably why we can feel what is wrong and what is right. At least.

Pressure = Growth

There is no way to truly understand and live your own masculinity outside confrontation and competition.

Being huge or skilled is worthless if you don't want to prove it.

A competition is one of the few ways we have to live the moment, and in this case, it's the moment we prepared through sweat and blood.

Only in the extreme action you can acknowledge the essence of the divine will, the powerful hammer able to destroy or forge.

In the current era we must be sure we are swinging that hammer with cold will and brute force, with perfect aim and powerful, terrific, strong arms pumping blood and adrenaline.

Spring meeting on the alps with the Dogs.

Wrestling, boxing, hiking.

Wish you all a good weekend

Essential rule: everytime you throw a punch, your hand must go back to his place, or you will lose your guard.
If you find yourself against a counterstriker with a hand down after a hit, you're dead.

Essential truth : because of greed , economical booms and rampaging materialism, from when we were children, we were taught to take down our guard.

Go in a big city. Think only about making big money. Be sure you can pay your bills, and more you can pay more you can live easily. Become like the people you see on tv. Small environments are old and laughable.
Basically, cut your roots.
Sell your soul.

Never lose your guard.
Never put down that hand after a strike.

Once you lower your guard, and for some reason you don't take a hit after that, you will become imprudent till something big hit your face in order to kill you.

Hit hard, defend yourself, and don't believe in lies even if they pay you for your soul.

The act of killing for natural purposes, may be for self sustaining, survival or even mercy, connects directly with the divine, without passing through philosophy, emotions and mental masturbation.

There is no fight, no animosity, nothing personal.

You kill, butcher, you do the most primal thing your ancestors did when they decided to emulate predators.

Taking an animal life is The Moment, where there is nothing, no past, no future.

Of course, every extreme sport athlete knows exactly what I'm talking about: the moment you climb the highest mountain, you face another person who wants to knock you out, the moment you jump from a waterfall and so on.

If you want to talk about god, gods and spirits, be sure you are doing God's work.
Be sure you are facing the irrational with your flesh and bones, were reality collapses and nothing is left but the Moment.

The hardest resistance training is never the weight room - that’s simply a bare minimum.

It’s fighting the urge to quit, to do less, to be less, to give in to our base selves or desires.

It’s fighting the slow creep of normalcy, of banality… the insidious whispers of surrender or heartlessness.

The physical training is a great and simple reminder - much effort yields much reward.

Great things seldom come to those who cannot follow even their own rules.

The most masculine thing you could do, is to properly pass skills and knowledge to the young ones.

Death is certain, honor and courage are not.

We must be sure to plant the right seeds on our land, to be sure the next trees will be able to grow facing the sun and not obscured by other plants, or cutted down by greed, or even worst, tainted with venomous poison.

We can do it because of our bloodline, because of an oath or even because of a sense of righteous purpose or compassion.

Be sure your compassion has a sense, by the way: compassion pushed blindly is just weak propaganda.

Teaching compassion exactly because you know you would have to be uncompromised and even merciless, teaching the value of pain and effort: this is what makes compassion and kindness worth.

There is absolutely nothing in wrong at aiming to a great goal.

Aiming to something big means you would need to train hard, stay focused more than an average guy, endure great amount of pressure, until even in failure, you realize how tough you have become and start again.

Whoever judges the great men of the past is often just envy and mean-minded, people unable to focus on being great chosing the part of the lesser man: this is pure fear of pressure.

A lesser man who talks about Attila or Caesar, Gengis Khan or Alexander as mean and evil men driven only by lust for blood and toxic masculinity, is just covering his sense of inferiority and his bitter resentment toward himself and his inability to act and look higher.

It is a way to not acknowledge his failure : "those people were sic and wrong, you can enjoy life and do whatever you want with respect" aka "be a common man, I don't want to be stomped morally by your potential greatness".

Read about ancient sagas and heroes, from Europe, America, Asia, be inspired and aim at your target without fear but remember : make them telling stories.

What is more pathetic then a strong man constantly complaining about how the world is going ?

A weak man constantly complaining about how the world is going.

Be sure you are worth the words you like to speak.

Have a nice Sunday you all

Dire Dogs are creating something.

We are working on a big project that will include anyone willing to protect a land. A territory. A holy place. Something that reflects your will, body and actions. No matter how big or small.

Expect news soon.
And a big, open event.

Many people who hang out with us or follow our principles often talk a lot about "the law of nature" and other similar things in order to appear merciless and though.

We are indeed part of nature, and following our nature, some of our basic human instincts, implies wearing masks.

Very bad new for you: wearing masks and behave in different ways in different environment doesn't sound really courageous or "eco" in a strict sense.

Listen up: wearing masks is being yourself, but louder.

Is it positive ? No.
Could be useful ? Yes, sadly.

But remember. Every time you train to not run a way from a punch, or you stand your ground wearing only a single mask in this world of lies, you are fighting against your basic nature.

Which is just a proof, that there is a higher truth that stands beyond this simple world.

No luck this time at the Mongolian wrestling competition in Friuli. Only open weight and my first opponent is an Hungarian monster around 40 or 50 kg more then me.

I do what I can, but with my lack of skills and his superior strength and weight he throws me across the fighting camp while I was trying to put a guillotine.

My pride is wounded for a couple of hours but after a pizza and a drink I'm ready for 2 swordfight competitions with medium/heavy contact rules.

I get silver on both of them, winning a total of 10 fights and losing two.

I'm overall satisfied but I need far more training in my grappling skills.

Be aware of victory and be humble in it. I was so satisfied about my pankration matches in March that I didn't give enough importance to this historical sport event.

Lesson learnt.