HOW TO: Psyop Your Girlfriend (or Wife) into Loving You
It's All in The Game
This post is the spiritual successor to https://substack.com/@pillarsofwisdom/p-150080993 - I swear I didn’t know he had written it but after reading his amazing book The Pillars of Wisdom, was shocked that we were both circling some similar themes… (book review coming shortly).
I’ve been thinking a lot about the turn of the millennia movie - Fight Club. It was a great movie, amazingly shot, great direction and editing. Chuck Palahniuk and David Fincher were really saying something with that film. And 25 years later, after integrating the reddest of Red Pills and manosphere content - I think I finally got the message. Like the kind of suffering experienced by Viktor Frankl during his time inside the holocaust - the core tenants of Fight Club seemed to revolve around some key themes, notably:
Post-consoomerism masculinity - what to do with the 50 year arch that had transformed man from industrious, ag-warriors into ikea-loving cucks? Do we really have no more wars?
Male groups - that in order to bond one must repeatedly have one’s face bashed in (literally or metaphorically - preferably by other attractive men, or at least to imagine as much) - this one still makes me uncomfortable, but I’m going to just trust Chuck.
Man’s search for meaning endures despite (or perhaps in part due to) our changing culture and economic trends.
But really what’s most intrigued me is the fact that “The Narrator” (we never get a name for Ed Norton’s character - but let’s call him Jack because of his repeating lines of “I am Jacks… XYZ”) starts off his mysterious story by attending multiple self-help groups clandestinely. Jack is some sort of secret agent looking for the mysteries and milk of life in the most unlikely of places. He is constantly lying about his own condition(s) in order to assimilate and to glean meaning and to feel something. This great interloper doesn’t have a swollen liver, or a mass on his testicles - however he fits right in, because of the propensity of the general populace - his fellow self-help enjoyers - to never actually check on the conditions of such suffering; to ask the question… “Do you REALLY have nut cancer, man?” - is always beyond reproach.
Jack wasn’t (despite his outward appearance and small lanky frame) a simpleton.
No he carved out meaning from this nihilistic world, by taking matters into his own hands. By becoming an alcoholic, or a testicular cancer sufferer, he was - in fact - becoming Nietzche’s Übermensch (which I hear is becoming a new mini-series on Disney+).
Today I’m going to teach you exactly how to become your own Übermensch and earn your lady’s adoration in the process.
No Asking Questions
One thing that strikes me as a little strange - although completely in line with reality is that none of Jack’s diseased friends ever asked him some simple, damning questions…
Like the little girl that helped set off the original Iraq war, or the children we are shown images of burning in the Middle East or that whole sandy Connecticut scenario - we’re clearly not supposed to ask…
“Is this even real? Are you fucking lying?”
We’re going to use these assumptions and presumptions of modern man (and woman) of not asking questions to help our loved ones - and - our LOVE-LIVES. I’ve never heard or written lovelife in plural form…
Back to it…
From alcoholics anonymous to prostate cancer pros Jack jaunts from group to group pretending to be suffering in, what appears to be, an attempt to find connection and meaning in life. He’s 007, but he’s not working for MI6 or the NSA.
No, he’s a secret agent for God.
And now, a full generation later (25 years later to be precise) we’ve all fallen even further, and are still - collectively in pursuit of meaning. We’re all just Viktor Frankl, minds burning, waiting, watching, hoping that one day whatever the fuck this is for… will reveal itself.
And life continues.
In our post-post-modern hellscape we’ve turned from furniture catalogs and those weird little mailers that you could buy 20 CDs for $1 (but inadvertently signed you up to a subscription - MOTHER FUCKER) to the completely soulless machinations of Social Media in order to fulfill ourselves. At least the CDs provided something physical for me to touch. At least there was effort in filing things out, waiting, unpackaging, putting in the CD and listening. And then months later reviewing one’s credit card statements and waiting hours on the phone to argue with someone about the charges.
The joy was in the struggle.
I remember, for myself at least, there was a brief respite of this uncomfortable search for meaning in the late 2000s when Instagram arrived. Between that and the tech-geek beloved Flickr, I found peace knowing that my every meal was perfectly photographed, edited, and adjusted with sepia tones not only helping me stick to my diet but also keeping my friends and family informed (if indirectly). For a time, I was able to rest easy knowing that THEY KNEW that their son, boyfriend, brother, etc. was in fact ok…
“At least he is still eating (and healthy, well-lit meals, to boot!).”
But this quickly died when women realized they could get attention for taking pictures of themselves doing squats in sportswear lingerie and increasingly-not-so-subtly blasting my eyes with their plausible deniability pornography (PDP) of plump lips and pussy mounds pushing their way through tight yoga pants and splattering my feed with their digital vaginal fluids. I’m near constantly eye raped by late teens and early 20s hotties flopping their lower ass cheek meat out, both in public and in private.
I have even deleted all my social media accounts, thrown my phones out, burned my laptops and locked myself in my tower. I’m writing this on sheepskin parchment and actively pay an illegal Mexican immigrant I rudely named Pequeño to transfer it to substack.
But the PORNOGRAPHY just KEEPS COMING.
Sometimes I move the dusty dark curtains from my front window, and after the light stops burning my eyes - there they are - blondes, redheads, and brunettes perked on my lawn, arms held back tight and breasts pointed towards the heavens, walking uncomfortably through the tall grass like a flock of small White Ibis’ hunting and pecking for worms, their small shorts, revealing labia lips and other dangling bits trying to tempt me.
Just leave me alone!
So too it will happen to SubStack. It already is in fact. But, like Jack, we're going to do something about it this time.
And I’ve come to the realization the self-pimping whores of modernity aren’t so much the problem, merely a symptom - of men “not stepping up” as the tradcaths and tradcons like to say. Although, unlike the “traditionalists” - those men looking to "hand over, deliver, surrender" (the true meaning of tradition) their agency when it comes to their women and their own reproductive rights to the trappings of bygone days… we will do no such thing!
Our lives, and our ability to get our dick’s collectively wet and sire offspring we can raise - is OUR (collective and personal) responsibility - in the here and now. And the here and now is quite a different place than the pastures and deserts of history books and religious texts - both in setting and texture and technology.
We are Jack. We are Übermenschen. We will lie about anything and everything to get what we need - our women’s happiness and commitment.
How to Psyop Your Girlfriend into a Long-Term Relationship - or Getting Your Wife To Love You
The absolute best way to stop this behavior, stop the blatant self-pimping that is modern woman - is to ensure that she has the best man possible (or at least SHE BELIEVES she does) - for what is the difference? And the best way to do that is to turn every man into a secret agent, super hero, and to procure his girl. He won’t REALLY be a secret agent. But on one level he WILL BE the greatest secret agent of all time - of his lady’s heart and best interests.
I’m just doing this selfishly of course - I’m just tired of all the sexless sex advertising and personal prostitution. I can’t shoot ALL the Ibis’ on my lawn. But I can train men to become the hunters that will.
Satisfying Modern Women is Simple
As we’re all slowly coming to realize - the burden of Modern Man - especially as it pertains to relationships is immense (and one of the key reasons so many women are single these days). Modern man is required to either be or take care of the following needs of his wife/girlfriend:
Romance
Lover
Physical Protector
Financial Provider
Therapist
Source of Entertainment
Hyper Intelligence
Hyper-vigilance
Hyper Socialization
A source of comfort & simultaneously of mystery
Dashing, daring, but simultaneously conservative
Cares, but also doesn’t care
Understanding, but dismissive
Mind reader
Simultaneously capable of attracting a haram - but not of indulging
Master of self-control, and of expressing oneself freely
Hyper fit but doesn’t spend much time working out or eating right
Well mannered and put together yet rough and wildlife
A mani-pedi-cured lumberjack that smells good, can tickle a playful bear cub, assist children, but murder a pack of hyenas when threatened and slap his lady PRECISELY when she needs (and wants it) but never a split second outside of that narrow window.
Obviously, this all makes COMPLETE sense. We also can’t forget that if we USED to be competing against the crazy in-person antics of the “Chad’s” of yesteryear - we’re now competing with the curated lifestyles and profiles of random Saudi Sheikh’s as well as the ever-present lure of social media - namely TikTok and Instagram Reels.
Similarly as
points out in his piece:
We’re also competing with modern female goonism. I know quite a few women in there mid 30s who literally do nothing but go to work, go home, take their food into their bedroom, drink, and watch porn and netlix. They have no other life outside of these two domains - their work, and their vodka smelling gooncaves.
We’re going to have to compete with all of this, and dislodge their normal day-to-day activities if we’re going to get a chance to mate. Not much time to carve out love when your love is doom scrolling. We have quite the work cut out for us…
Since women are MOST desirous of a fictional character - we’re going to have to just GIVE IT TO THEM.
At least for now, as we no longer have families or the social structures that allow for our basic needs to be satisfied - like Jack - we can pretend. And like Jack - we’re going to become our own Secret Agent as clearly that is precisely what our ladies want and need.
The Secret Agent archetype satisfies many of the above requirements.
Unlike a billionaire playboy or a werewolf - you can pull it off with minimal resources and special effects. We are nothing if not practical after-all.
Jack was carving out his own meaning from the world by pretending to be one of its greatest sufferers, and learning from those around him. Unlike an Orthodox monastic on Mount Athos just PRAYING for cancer - Jack went out there, grabbed life by the cancerous balls and BECAME CANCER. If his life didn’t have meaning, he would vampirize meaning from the death and destruction of those around him that were willing to go public with their innocence, desires, and vulnerability. In that spirit I’ve come up with a simple system for almost any man, in today’s hectic, dopaminergic social media infested society to regain their control, and - at least - for a time - carve out a little love and subservience from the women they call their beloved.
The best part - it’s only going to cost a couple hundred dollars and a few hours of planning. So basically an average date night, cheaper than bowling and a movie with far longer-lasting effects.
We’re going to psyop the shit out of her…
So now we know what we’re going to become - a secret agent - now we have to look at our victim or mark.
Psychologically Profiling Your Wife (or Girlfriend)
Every woman is different. Although we can all agree women are insanely similar in nature we can also agree that each of our lady’s has something special and unique about them (or at least they think they do). Here we’re going to leverage that to our advantage. Think about your girl…
What does she enjoy? - Is she a crystal enjoyer? Likes to paint? Does she complain a lot?
What does she fear? - Dogs? Hippos? Back hair? Knowing this is understanding your woman on a deep psychological level and can be integrated into our op in multiple ways.
Is she getting a little too flirty with some guy you know? - Rather than get upset about this, think about it. What does he look like, bring to the table, or not, that might be enticing her? All of these can be weaponized against them both… in time.
Does she not put out enough?
Is she fat? Integrate some kind of physical component to the scenario we’re going to craft.
Will she not shut up, or does she get a bit too mouthy constantly?
Does she have a butterfly tattoo?
Don’t worry we’re going to loop all of these back into our operation. But the key here is we’re going to cater the circumstances around our lady, our operation and “The Event” we’re going to craft a scenario around her specific needs to directly communicate to her unconscious mind.
Now, before you go off and call me crazy… when my girlfriend broke up with me in college I immediately took a cold hard look at myself. I didn’t whine, and complain. I turned to the manosphere and realized the fastest way to figure things out was to work on myself. I grew my company, made money, learned spanish (her native language), went to salsa classes, bought a motorcycle, took up smoking, and became a genuinely better man. No one told me that, it wouldn’t help - that she’d come back, but she’d still be a big lump of shit that didn’t put out.
And CERTAINLY no one told me that within 5+ years women would become such spiritually overwhelmed and dicked down that they’re almost entirely soulless golems. But hey… this is the spiritual success to such retarded advice as “work on yourself” and “concentrate
Although there’s many psyop guidelines available from our beloved military, we’re going to be working from this document: Psychological Operations Tactics, Techniques, and Procedures: https://irp.fas.org/doddir/army/fm3-05-301.pdf - even though the document says explicitly: Distribution authorized to U.S. Government agencies and their contractors only to protect technical or operational information from automatic dissemination under the International Exchange Program or by other means. This determination was made on 14 November 2003.
I’m going to go ahead and assume that the statute of limitations no longer applies 20+ years later - plus it was literally the first result when I google’d “psyop PDF.” Thanks goog.
Prior to executing any of the fictional suggestions in this minecraft scenario there’s one last initial item I recommend to start with. Just leave. Leave your town, city, etc. for a few days. And don’t provide any warning. Obviously you can just shelter in place at some hotel nearby to keep costs down (or stay at a friend's place), but you need to break up the monotony and infuse your relationship with some chaos. Your lady needs to not see you. She needs to start to suspect something is “happening.” She won’t understand just WHAT it is - but she’ll “know” - something isn’t right. A quick trip will be an easy way to do this and allow you to further plan things out in peace without her incessant nagging.
And before you say… “BRC - I can’t do that! I don’t have the time… my job doesn’t allow it.” I don’t want to hear it. Do you love your lady or not? I don’t care if you mow fucking lawns - you pretend to go to an international lawn mowers conference you lazy piece of shit.
Nothing bitch-slaps a woman’s mind, like you going on a trip and breaking your pattern of contact. She needs to become uncomfortable around you again. You’re a wild beast of a man, if only in your collective imaginations, and she’s going to begin to believe that she understands that.
Defining Our Overall Objectives
From the document: 1-2. Proven in combat and peacetime, PSYOPs are one of the oldest weapons in the arsenal of man, as well as an important force protector, combat multiplier, and nonlethal weapons system. Effective use and employment of PSYOP forces provides many capabilities that facilitate successful mission accomplishment.
Good, thankfully they’re admitting it clearly.
Now let’s adjust some of the war and peacetime objectives. As Pat Benetar said… LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD, but it’s not ONLY a battlefield, we still need to fuck and have a good time so we need to accommodate all these things including our lovers’ need for excitement as well as her needs post-excitement.
Objectives (borrowed from the doc):
Project a favorable image of (HUSBAND & BOYFRIENDS’) forces.
Inform (WIFEY) in new or denied areas of access, duties, etc.
Amplify the effects of (PERCEIVED SEXINESS & MYSTERY).
Give (WIFEY) alternative courses of action (COAs).
Overcome censorship, illiteracy, or interrupted communications - huh?
Exploit (WIFEY’S) ethnic, cultural, religious, or economic BACKGROUND.
An Initial “Crack”
First we have to set up a simple psychological crack in our partners, something that will help set the framework for the initial main operation we’re going to plan and deploy. Here I’d recommend paying a guy off craigslist, a friend she’s never met (although REALLY good friends will be necessary later) or simply finding a homeless man and coaxing him into compliance like a small wild animal, but instead of pieces of ham or bread like you’d use to lure in a duck - instead you do so with crack or meth amphetamines - whatever works for you. You’re going to start by simply paying this fellow to run up to you in public when you’re with your girl and “recognize you” with some kind of code word.
I recommend some variation of the following:
You’re out and about on your typical “date night.” Your girl is ill-at-ease with your recent “trip” and you’re both a little bored, but at least there’s no arguments. Then at some point while walking together (preferably she’s recently just denied your advances to hold your hand or vice versa) - the wiley homeless chap whom you’ve paid a half-oz of ice runs up to you both like a bat out of hell. Frantic with pupils enlarged, he begins screaming…
“Commander Grapple, I thought you were dead…!”
He then frantically looks over his shoulder and runs furiously away.
If he’s good with improv perhaps he whips out an extra line or two like…
“Oh shit, they spotted me.” or “I can’t shake this fucking tail.” - While handing over the drugs in exchange for payment (and remember, half upfront, half upon delivery) encourage him to “mix things up” and to add his own flare.
Your lady will instinctively cling to you. - good we need her to begin tapping into her ancestral blood memory and recognize she NEEDS you! You’re no longer just a programmer, or an HVAC tech, you’re beginning to become the object of her protection. Ideally you want her to literally be shaking after this encounter. Sooth her, but appear somewhat uncomfortable. You’re not rattled, but you know something’s coming. Your cover is partially blown. You’ve got a mysterious secret you’re covering up - and of course that will be correct - but she will assume all kinds of interesting things that won’t be. When you get back use the heightened tension to fuck her brains out to further sooth her.
After the sex, appear cold and distant. Stare off into space contemplatively… you’re worried about the future. After a few minutes of tension building, turn over and forlornly express… “about what happened with that guy earlier… I… uhmmm…” then trail off and just get up and leave the house.
Go to the bar, play a game of dice on the streets - just do anything away from your girl. You need mystery to build.
Obviously we’re skipping the part where you get dressed, but unlike the pedantic ramblings of Red Pill idiots like Rian Stone’s “Praxeology” book - I’m not going to drip feed you every single fucking step like you’re a child and I’m explaining how to craft a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in grade school. You’re a man, and we’re crafting worlds. Obviously that requires wearing pants. Moving on…
Key points for your first crack operation:
You want to have a specific place this occurs - with specific artifacts.
You should be wearing a particular fragrance of cologne - for anchoring her psyche with that scent to this experience.
You should be wearing a particular bright colored shirt. Think personal color revolution ala Soros.
While you’re gone (post-coitous) she’s probably going to start to wonder and SNOOP, women love to SNOOP. They’re like dogs searching for bones. Leave something in a drawer that will further point to the unveiling mystery we’re creating for her. Perhaps it’s a torn letter mentioning “Colonel Grapple” or a bullet with “Grapple” inscribed on it. Obviously use your imagination here - and “Grapple” is just an idea for a name. It’s your life and your story to build.
In the coming days and weeks you’re going to perform what Jason Bersheers of Archaix calls a “pattern break” - not in a cosmic Prosperity Gospel capacity (hail Joel Osteen) but in a “we need to do something different in order to cause immense subconscious discomfort in the woman we love” capacity - so for good, NOT evil. You’re going to behave completely erratically from your normal daily pattern of activities. Don’t do this all at once, but begin ramping things up more and more. Generally - at least in the scenario I’m painting - you’re going to want to do the opposite of what you normally do. If you’re thorough and well-put together, become scatter-brained and slovenly. If you rely heavily on your lady, begin to be more independent. Take on more responsibility. If you’ve been 10 years sober from drugs and alcohol. Ride the dragon, chase the tiger, blow up your job, punch random children...
Anything to CHANGE THINGS. ANYTHING for our women.
The Actual Psy-Op - The Event
Preparation for “The Event”
Thanks to Red Pill “gurus” like Rollo Tomassi and other dating and relationship analysis like Hoe_Math we now know that women are thoroughly insane. Here of course I’m referring to women’s propensity to be attracted to “dark triad” personalities and to ONLY sleep with the absolute top tier men. And that’s not to mention hybristophilia or war brides.
Here we’re going to use this against err… for women.
Women love men that can wield violence - and of course, we live in the 21st century - so we’re not allowed to even raise our voices. But WE ARE allowed to create interactive, hyper realistic improv shows with an audience of one - who doesn’t even know she’s watching our masterful play (she’s got a front row seat, and a free ticket, so her eyes and soul better take what we’re giving them). We ARE Nathan for You, but NOT to insult backwards conservatives, or create pro-semitic windbreakers, we’re coming up with free-speech techniques to secure the LOVE of our lady.
Because WE KNOW better.
To this end our scenario is rather simple, our script tight, light, and concise, like her pussy used to be, and we’re going to craft a scene where a burglar (our friend) breaks in and we thwart his attacks. In doing so we’re obviously cementing our status as a high-value male protector thoroughly in the conscious and subconscious of our “victim” - err… again I mean wife/girlfriend.
This scene will allow us to communicate all of the following:
You’re strong. You’re a man. You have a huge dick and massive balls. And you know how to wield a weapon and “violence” especially when under pressure.
It will further cement the overall story we’re building towards - you being a secret agent.
She’ll be turned on for a few days. Maybe more depending on how well you sell things, how little she consumes social media in the aftermath, or how addicted to escitalopram she is.
No matter what happens (we’ll get back to that) your woman will FINALLY respect (fear) you - at least for a day or two!
Alright, we’re getting to the real details now. For this, it really depends on what will work best for your particular situation. For my own buddy - his girl was having concerns trusting that he was a protector, that he would handle shit if push came to shove. As a part of the previous steps he and his lady began firearms training, and even purchased his girl a gun. In his particular situation his lady liked keeping it on her bedside table.
Preparation prior to “The Event” will involve replacing all of the bullets in your home (if you follow this particular pattern) with blanks. You don’t want something going awry and you (or your girl) accidentally ACTUALLY committing manslaughter. Basically remove anything from your girl’s immediate environment, anything that could be wielded as a weapon.
Next you’re going to want to dig a hole in the backyard, about 3 feet wide, 7 feet long, and 4 feet deep. Then you’re going to want to fill it in. Keep the grass on top unperturbed (if possible) in order to have plausible deniability if discovered prior to… The Event.
Next you’re going to enlist the help of a friend or two in the acting portions of the drama we’re going to create.
Finally, if you have nearby neighbors you’re going to want to let them know off hand that you’re doing a “mystery dinner theater” play in your home with friends tomorrow night - just in case they get weirded out by some of the sounds they’re going to hear coming from within your home. Similarly, cover or turn off any and all camera systems.
The Event
For the actual event we have a number of options you can be more doting than normal with your woman, or cause a fight shortly before things occur, obviously your situation(s) will vary. If you fight A LOT, I recommend causing a scene shortly before “our scene” as that will help re-instill in your lady the same “revelations” we’re about to implant in her every time she wants to pick a fight about some meaningless nonsense.
The rest is simple - have your buddy, who is wearing a number of home-made squibs, break into your home. Wrestle him to your bedroom where your girl is waiting, shaking violently like a lost puppy, and “take care of him. “
The precise details of the event are completely up to you. Although squibs and blanks really help sell your narrative.
Post Mind-Fucking Your Girl
After your lady’s been thoroughly mind fucked, most likely she’ll be ready to ACTUALLY fuck. With adrenaline pumping high, and your hands thoroughly dirty (from “digging the hole in the backyard”) she’ll know she’s finally ready to make your children - for now.
Don’t get too excited though - maintain the calm demeanor of a John Wick character or James Bond.
We're men on a mission - one we can never reveal.
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