There’s a specific look in a man’s eyes when he doesn’t know who he is.

It’s part thirst, part worship, part subtle panic.

Like a dog in a thunderstorm trying to make eye contact with God.

I watched twenty of them swarm - tripping over their own shoes to shake the hand of a man who had already handed them the keys to the kingdom.

Meanwhile, I sat nearby.

Not because I wasn’t invited.

But because I was already lit.

From within.

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The Truth About Power (That Most People Miss)

Here’s the tragedy in real time:

A man gives everything - game, blood, blueprint, battle-tested wisdom - and the people still chase proximity over power.

They think brushing shoulders with a king will crown them.

They think a moment of eye contact will unlock destiny.

They miss the fact that the crown is heavy, and the man who wears it has just walked off the battlefield.

Desperation smells like cheap cologne and half-finished sentences.

“Alpha, can I just..." "Alpha, quick question...", "huge fan, sign my book...”

I don't actually blame or judge them too much.

This Man is a true Alpha.

The kind that makes what the word "Alpha Male" has become in todays world feel putrid in comparison.

He wasn’t checked out.

He was catching his breath.

He wasn’t distant.

He was recovering from days of pouring every ounce of strategy, psychology, and straight truth into minds that might only apply 10% - if they’re lucky.

And yet they swarmed him.

Clamoring for a moment, a smile, a selfie.

Not out of disrespect, but out of blindness.

They couldn’t see the real gift had already been given.

In the form of frameworks, insights, and access delivered with relentless integrity.

And instead of sitting with what was already unlocked, they threw their integrity into the crowd like roses at a concert - fighting for a drunken wink from a king who had already done his duty.

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Why I Didn’t Move

I could have forced my way in.

Thrown elbows like a startup bro with an unlaunched funnel and a half-baked AI course.

Instead, I sat.

Still.

Not waiting for permission - witnessing the lesson.

Because here’s the truth:

The most powerful man in the room isn’t the one being chased…

It’s the one who fully received what was already offered.

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You’re Either Firewood or Fire

The men who chased proximity?

Firewood.

Useful, until consumed by the moment.

They’ll post their selfies with a buzzed grin and caption it “Networking 🧠🔥”…

But miss that power isn’t absorbed by contact.

It’s activated through reflection.

But fire?

Fire doesn’t jostle.

Fire doesn’t beg.

Fire doesn’t need to be seen.

It demands recognition through presence alone.

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The Inner Circle

Later that night, after hours had passed, the Alpha escaped the mob looking exhausted.

The flock predictably migrated to his partner.

Once the last one left.

I approached his partner.

Gracious.

Brief.

Present.

No desperate pitch.

No neediness.

I simply offered acknowledgement, presence, gratitude, and a link to the mission.

He opened it then and there.

Told me he recognized the fire in me.

Then Invited me to their Inner Circle.

He didn’t say that to be polite.

He said it because he felt something real.

He saw that I already knew.

I didn’t come to chase power.

I came to become it.

And he will not forget.

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The Real Lesson

You don’t need a photo with power if you absorbed its transmission.

You don’t need proximity if you’ve already entered the path.

Men who chase power stay orbiting kings.

Men who receive the gift and build upon it?

They become kings.

So sit.

Receive.

Reflect.

Then rise and build your own fire.‍

Now don't get me wrong proximity is a huge benefit.

It is true. Your network IS Your networth.

But proximity without presence is worthless.

You don’t need to be remembered for shaking the hand of powerful people.

You need to be remembered for what you build with what powerful people give you.

Because when you burn with prolific purpose and integrity,

the world gathers around you - without a word spoken.

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