Sean Messenger: Evolution of Men

It's been a great run, but it's time this amateur went pro.

The blog has moved to my new home at LVO3 - Sean Messenger's Blog.

So go there now! Seriously. Hurry up! New stuff and more photos of babes, I promise. :)

http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSN0127105120080702

"Spiritual" effects of mushrooms last a year?

Wed Jul 2, 2008 12:30pm EDT


By Maggie Fox, Health and Science Editor

WASHINGTON (Reuters) - The "spiritual" effects of psilocybin from so-called sacred mushrooms last for more than a year and may offer a way to help patients with fatal diseases or addictions, U.S. researchers reported on Tuesday.

The researchers also said their findings show there are safe ways to test psychoactive drugs on willing volunteers, if guidelines are followed.

In 2006, Roland Griffiths of Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, Maryland, and colleagues gave psilocybin to 36 volunteers and asked them how it felt. Most reported having a "mystical" or "spiritual" experience and rated it positively.

More than a year later, most still said the experience increased their sense of well-being or life satisfaction, Griffiths and colleagues report in the Journal of Psychopharmacology.

"This is a truly remarkable finding," Griffiths said in a statement. "Rarely in psychological research do we see such persistently positive reports from a single event in the laboratory."

The findings may offer a way to help treat extremely anxious and depressed patients, or people with addictions, said Griffiths, whose work was funded by the U.S. National Institute on Drug Abuse.

"This gives credence to the claims that the mystical-type experiences some people have during hallucinogen sessions may help patients suffering from cancer-related anxiety or depression and may serve as a potential treatment for drug dependence," Griffiths said.

I've had a lot of questions about my life now that I've returned from my 11-day silent meditation bootcamp known as Vipassana.

See, I came back my calmer, less angsty, less crazed and less haunted by the things in my past that I always wished I could change. The beautiful thing about meditation, any meditation that clicks with you, is that it allows you to live in this moment, instead of spending the majority of your time drifting off to daydreams about what could have been and what you hope will be.

I am, for maybe the first time in my life, walking around, feeling satisfied. Can you imagine that?

So what does this have to do with women?

Well, chances are, like me, you started chasing women, and pursuing the pickup arts in earnest because there was something missing in your life. Some hole in your soul where you figure a girl, or to be blunt, lots of pussy should be. If only you could get a great girl, then you'd be happy. If only you could get lots of great girls, then you'd be happy. If you only had choice with women, then you'd be happy. But at some point you realize it's a zero-sum game. When you are out searching, nothing is ever enough. The search itself becomes the only thing worth doing, and you end up spinning yourself in the sand like a late-model Ford stuck on the beach at low tide.

You got into this to get good with women, and you just end up good with making yourself discontent and crazy because nothing is ever good enough.

Where does that leave me? Well, I was that guy for a long time. Like... 25 of my 37 years on this planet long time. And now that lifetime is gone in the wind like an autumn leaf. I'm here, happy with my life, and taking in every moment that I breathe for whatever it gives me. See, pain and pleasure are really the same thing. They are simply feelings that come and go; there is no solid state, only a wave that flows through you and leaves you chasing more.

I'm done chasing. Hell, I'm done with sex and with flirting altogether, at least until September. I've got some very important things to attend to, like work, and friends, and building a real foundation for my own life that is unshakeable no matter what happens with girls. And it's a good feeling. It's better than I've felt in a long, long time.

Does that mean I'm not a stud? Hardly. The true stud has nothing to prove. When I get back out there and look for a good girl (with a bad streak) in September, it will take me about 8 hours to get what I want, and this I know for a fact. See, it's like when you go to the grocery store.

If you go in starving, I mean starvin, Starvin' Marvin, you are just gonna pile up the showiest, worst crap you can find. You're desperate. Everything looks good, but nothing looks good enough, so you want to grab it all. And you do, and realize that despite your crazed efforts, you are leaving with nothing to fill you up. Only a bunch of crap that leaves you hungry for more.

On the other hand, if you have a nice happy belly full of satisfaction, you walk through and enjoy the sights, the smells and the whole experience of great food, and you can take your time finding exactly the meal to suit your taste.


Don't be the guy who goes shopping hungry. :)

It's almost Independence Day here in the U.S. And despite the painful memory for my British bros out there, we all have to admit one thing about the break of this new land and it's crazy-ass religious fundamentalist, mule-stubborn and leather-tough like Run DMC pioneers.

This country has been one hell of an experiment. As you know, democracy, representative democracy, was not some radically new idea. Shit, Greece had tested it out to great results way before my fellow Bipolar genuis Thomas Jefferson set quill to parchment or whatever the hell they used to write back then (if they didn't have MacBooks, I would have fallen back from my chosen profession of writing to my backup skill; lifting very large objects off the ground, carrying them a short distance, and putting them back down).

The great American experiment (which looks like it could be winding up sooner than we think) broke new ground real fast cos it was the first place that opened up it's borders and let people run over each other in pursuit of happiness (sadly, at the expense of the people that were here first). See, the pursuit is what we've always been told that counts.

The pursuit. The chase. Happiness by any measure, and by the measure sold you by people with a vested interest in taking your cash. Maybe long ago, happiness simply meant a safe, productive life for you and your family. Maybe some religion, maybe some education. A shit load of hard work, and for the really dedicated ones, like Andrew Carnegie, a stroke of good luck that you can put back into your culture and leave the world better than you found it.

But that money thing... when America started, there was no marketing. There was advertising (of the best kind too, selling cocaine and morphine to kids under the guise of medicine!), but no science of bait and switch. No one had perfected the evil genius of inventing a problem in order to sell the solution. That started when the good folks at Listerine realized that unless they scared people (and by people, I mean men), into thinking that bad breath was not just a fact of nature, but something that was holding them back in life, they couldn't sell any of their nasty-tasting swill.


They created a problem. Invented it out of thin air based on some cherry-picked psuedo-science, and struck where men were most vulnerable in order to sell it.

Without this product, you can't get girls.

Sound familiar? It sure as shit does to me.


Now as you know I'm not writing this to you because you're my buddy and we were supposed to meet up for laser tag and a round of beers with some Golden Tee mixed in but I flaked and didn't call and I feel bad and want to make it up by checking out The Dark Knight together.

All that sounds great, but we're men, so let's talk like men. I'm here writing because I think I can help you. You are here reading because despite a well-deserved skepticism to letters like this, the optimist in you holds onto that cvnt-hair of hope that there's an answer somewhere out there.

There is. There always is. Your answer is out there, and more than that, it's in you.


See, someone invented the problem of pickup. They sold you the line that a whole underground of men in the know were out there getting the girls you want, and even better, sold you on the cynicism and fear that even if you did get one of the girls, she'd just end up cheating on you with one of these enlightened cats anyways. They insulted your efforts with women and even nailed you to the floor by saying that the times you got a girl didn't even count because you didn't follow the proper steps.

I call bullshit. I call bullshit on them all. I call bullshit on Esquire, on FHM and Maxim, on MTV and My Space and Playboy and every car company, brewery, and club promoter for selling you on the idea that you need a better car, a better wardrobe, a better six-pack and better everything cos there's obviously no way you can get a girl as you are.


I mean, they are so obviously right, you know? God knows there's only a limited amount of cute girls out there. It's not like you see them every single day everywhere you go. Only the creations pasted into magazine layouts, carefully airbrushed and photoshopped and manipulated like anime to create the illusion of a woman are worth pursuing. It's not like there's already some girl out there in your life who you never noticed who's just waiting for you to make a move, right?

Oh man, if only you knew how much time I wasted walking down that dark, twisting road. And that's why I'm really talking to you now.

It's gonna be a long weekend in the U.S. And even if you don't get Friday off, you still got two days where girls are out all day shopping, lunching, getting coffee (constantly! what is the deal with girls and coffee? I think it's an estrogen thing, cos the guys I see getting the most java seem to be a little too full of that hormone too), and out in the daytime, in the real world, without any of the armor or cycnism they carry with them into the club like a pricey new handbag.

They are out there, waiting, hoping. They are out there, with their head full of Hollywood-fueled dreams of the "meet cute," the accidental bump into a confident, calm man while reaching for the same magazine, or the guy with that certain look in his eyes and the slightest of cocky grins who innocently enough asks for directions, and in that moment her eyes meet his and she feels like she met him somewhere before.

And then he tells her, real as can be, "this must be fate, because you are absolutely beautiful. Would you like to join me?"

It's on, baby. It's on that quick, and it's that easy when you can bring that thing that all women look for.


Sincerity. Realness. The confidence to be exactly who you are, and know that's a pretty goddamn good thing.

That's why this weekend I'm giving you a gift. I'm celebrating Independence.

Mine and yours.


Free yourself from the lies and the struggle. Create the reality you want, and get the girls you want wherever you are.

I've uploaded yet another podclass to the LVO3 Open Source project. It's yours to listen to, in it's entirety, for absolutely nuthin'. See, you honor me by your commitment to getting Happy with women, and I am paying it back by giving you the best of what I've learned in my 25 years of dating girls from all backgrounds, all ages, and all around the world.

This class is one of my favorites.

Direct Game Made Easy... Sincerely. Listen to it now for gratis at:

http://lvo3.com/ucp.html



You don't need a boatload of lies. You don't need a clever gambit, and you sure don't need no stinking tricks to fool her into thinking you aren't interested. See, it's a cocky guy who can go up to her and play games, but it's a confident man who can just lay it out there, take it or leave it.

If you were gonna do business with a man, would you choose the guy who can't give you a straight answer and keeps playing like he's not really in, or the man who looks you in the eye, and makes you feel you can trust him no matter what happens?

I know who I'd get in bed with, to borrow a business term.

Who do you think she's gonna get in bed with?


Find out now with the free version of "Direct Game Made Easy... Sincerely." Or skip right to the great stuff and get the HQ stereo version for less than 10 bucks, or, if you are really hip to a great deal, get this HQ audio plus 50 more hours of HQ audio and video for download (not just streaming) for less than a buck fitty per hour with the UCP.

And as always with the UCP, if you aren't totally stoked on the deal, just email me and tell me it's not for you, and I'll thank you for taking the time, count out your cash back and wish you the best, no debate. I only want you to get this if it works for you, so I'm taking all the risk out of it.

http://lvo3.com/ucp.html




The risk is all mine. The reward is all yours.

It's your Independence. It's your pursuit, and your Happiness. Make it real.


Be Happy,

Sean


P.S. My live online chat goes off tonight at 5 PM ET, and I've already got a ton of guys who've emailed me to confirm, so if you aren't yet in the UCP, which is the only way you can get in on this and get personal coaching from me, get your spot now:

http://lvo3.com/ucp.html


P.P.S. Me and Hristiyan have come out of the lab with an ass-kicking new Bootcamp planned for this fall, and it's something that's gonna blow away anything you've ever seen before. Be sure to check your email on Tuesday for the big reveal.

You found a good girl. You like her, she likes you. It's fun, the sex is good, and you don't spend all your time together, but the time you do spend is sweet.

You're dating. You're intimate. But you're not spending holidays at each other's families' houses.

So now what? Are you off the market?

She's been clear that she only wants one person at a time, and you've told her you don't agree, and sometimes it's ok to date around. So you are in the typical male trap of what you want isn't what she wants, so neither one of you gets happy.

Let me push you on this. You say that you see no problem with dating more than one person at a time, right? So it's OK for you to date, and OK for her to date. Makes sense.

Now imagine this. You go out to a restaurant to meet some friends for dinner. It's fun, you're having a great time, maybe even flirting with the waitress. You go into the men's room to take a piss. And as you are in there doing your thing, you hear some muffled breathing in the stall. You can't help it... you have to at least look. So you push the door open, and see a big ol motorcycle looking dude standing with his pants down, and a lovely girl in front of him sucking his cock like it contains the antidote.

That girl is the one you've been dating.

Still OK to "date" other people?