The Warrior Poet Way

Informationen zum Autor John Lovell Klappentext "There is a war on masculinity, and everywhere we look-on every front we hold sacred-we can see the painful reminders of this collapsing order. The chaos and crisis we are experiencing today should be a signal for men everywhere to rise up; to fight to preserve our way of life by once again walking the ancient paths. But this isn't a journey that need be taken alone. This is a call to all men to be what they truly are. Both dangerous and good. Lovers and fighters. Lions and lambs. Both philosophical and practical, this guide dispenses essential advice on how to be a whole man, from tyranny-proofing your home to wooing the right woman. Through anecdotes of his time in the military, interviews with other men, and practicums at the end of each chapter, Lovell teaches the virtue of balance-navigating the tension between violent warrior and romantic poet-and guides men through each mental and physical change they must make to embody the ancient spirit of a real man."-- Leseprobe 1 A World in Need of Warriors Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory. -George S. Patton he tension was unbearable. I tried to control my breathing as I looked out on where our battle would take place. This was the calm before the storm. My heart was already in my chest, my nerves on edge. Behind me was my compatriot, a brave artillery soldier serving as backup, a pile of hand grenades at the ready should things go south. As my fellow soldier lurked behind the cover of our newly made fortification, before me a head peeked out from behind a tree. We were surrounded by the elements with only our wits and our courage to aid us. My eyes met those of my opponent. Though the outcome of the fight was uncertain, I knew that today was not my day to die. Other soldiers had seen such insuperable odds and had not been so fortunate. Nonetheless, battle called, and I had to answer. It was time. My enemy sauntered out with a bo staff-that is, a stick he found in the backyard. Not as good as mine, I thought with a sneer. We came together, meeting on the field of combat, immediately engaging each other, staff hitting staff. We stood there as fearless children-at-arms doing battle while mortars exploded around in all directions. That day, we suffered significant losses while accomplishing great feats, surviving to live yet another day. Thank God. When the battle concluded, we retreated to our separate barracks, and our commanding officers bestowed the coveted ice-cream sandwiches on us as worthy war trophies. I was only eight years old, playing with my neighbors and siblings in the woods; but it was then that I knew the sweet taste of victory. It tasted like vanilla. Born into Battle Those little neighborhood battles are cherished memories from my childhood. My parents didn't teach us to play war in the woods, but without any instruction whatsoever, we managed to forge our own weapons and compete in combat every summer. It was instinct-and that is quite telling, isn't it? At an early age, boys understand that there are bad guys in the world who must be stopped. In their minds, mostly everything is a competition, each and every moment translated into a who-would-win scenario. My own children used to endlessly pit animals and heroes against each other in hypothetical skirmishes and discuss the potential outcomes. Would a tiger beat a lion? They'd even read books on these subjects to figure out the answer. As they've grown and are now learning more history, they're seeing the strength of both the hero and foe in real-life battles and what made the tides turn. The Warrior Within is awakening in them. They recognize that a battle is being waged, and that something is required of them. Every man does.

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John Lovell

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From the founder of the Warrior Poet Society, a daring manual on how to become a dangerous—and good—man

There is a war on masculinity, and everywhere we look—on every front we hold sacred—we can see the painful reminders of this collapsing order. The chaos and crisis we are experiencing today should be a signal for men everywhere to rise up; to fight to preserve our way of life by once again walking the ancient paths. But this isn’t a journey that need be taken alone.

In The Warrior Poet Way, public speaker, former Army Ranger, and all-around patriot John Lovell offers a needed antidote to the lack of strong men in our modern world. This is a call to all men to be what they truly are. Both dangerous and good. Lovers and fighters. Lions and lambs.

Both philosophical and practical, this guide dispenses essential advice on how to be a whole man, from tyranny-proofing your home to wooing the right woman. Through anecdotes of his time in the military, interviews with other men, and practicums at the end of each chapter, Lovell teaches the virtue of balance—navigating the tension between violent warrior and romantic poet—and guides men through each mental and physical change they must make to embody the ancient spirit of a real man.

This is a manual for every man to use in the fight of their life—and what it takes to win. No good thing comes easy, and the life you want is just on the other end of what you don’t want to do. This is the Warrior Poet Way. Are you ready to walk it?

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A World in Need of Warriors

Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory.

-George S. Patton

he tension was unbearable. I tried to control my breathing as I looked out on where our battle would take place. This was the calm before the storm. My heart was already in my chest, my nerves on edge. Behind me was my compatriot, a brave artillery soldier serving as backup, a pile of hand grenades at the ready should things go south.

As my fellow soldier lurked behind the cover of our newly made fortification, before me a head peeked out from behind a tree. We were surrounded by the elements with only our wits and our courage to aid us. My eyes met those of my opponent. Though the outcome of the fight was uncertain, I knew that today was not my day to die. Other soldiers had seen such insuperable odds and had not been so fortunate. Nonetheless, battle called, and I had to answer.

It was time.

My enemy sauntered out with a bo staff-that is, a stick he found in the backyard. Not as good as mine, I thought with a sneer. We came together, meeting on the field of combat, immediately engaging each other, staff hitting staff. We stood there as fearless children-at-arms doing battle while mortars exploded around in all directions.

That day, we suffered significant losses while accomplishing great feats, surviving to live yet another day. Thank God.

When the battle concluded, we retreated to our separate barracks, and our commanding officers bestowed the coveted ice-cream sandwiches on us as worthy war trophies.

I was only eight years old, playing with my neighbors and siblings in the woods; but it was then that I knew the sweet taste of victory. It tasted like vanilla.

Born into Battle

Those little neighborhood battles are cherished memories from my childhood. My parents didn't teach us to play war in the woods, but without any instruction whatsoever, we managed to forge our own weapons and compete in combat every summer. It was instinct-and that is quite telling, isn't it?

At an early age, boys understand that there are bad guys in the world who must be stopped. In their minds, mostly everything is a competition, each and every moment translated into a who-would-win scenario. My own children used to endlessly pit animals and…