THE DEADLY ACT OF MASTURBATION...

This is not a Sunday sermon. This is not some half-baked motivational talk to make you feel good for five minutes and then leave you rotting in the same pit. This is a wake-up call. This is the coroner's report on the walking dead—modern men who cheer while dragging themselves into the grave. And the worst part? Most of you do not even know it. You laugh, you joke, you chase pleasure like a desperate man chasing the next hit, but the truth is right there in the mirror—you are decaying.

We are going to dig into the raw truth. No sugar, no filter. What you're about to read is an autopsy on a self-inflicted death. The death of manhood. The death of discipline. The death of greatness. Society has taught you to celebrate your own downfall, to normalize your dysfunction, and to applaud every ounce of power you give away. You call it freedom? I call it chains.

You were born with divine energy. You were built to create, to build, to protect, to lead. But somewhere along the line, you started feeding off your own flesh. You traded your crown for crumbs. You turned your temple into a trash can. And worst of all, you did it voluntarily—because the world told you it was normal.

You have been lied to, programmed, manipulated. They told you that your habits were harmless. That pleasure equals peace. That lust is love. That masturbation is self-care. That pornography is art. That oral sex is liberation. That having a dozen women makes you powerful. But I am here to tell you this: you have been set up. Played like a fool in a rigged game. And the price is your mind, your health, your future, and your soul.

So sit with this. Let it burn. Let it hit. You can brush it off or you can get real. This is your crossroad. Keep walking toward that cliff, or finally, finally turn around and reclaim your fire.

THE CULTURE OF SELF-DESTRUCTION

You have been raised in a system that does not want you strong—it wants you satisfied. Not fulfilled, not elevated. Just satisfied. Just enough dopamine to keep you from waking up. That is why they normalize masturbation and pornography. They say it is healthy. They say it is natural. But let’s be honest—what is natural about draining yourself into a tissue while watching another man do what you should be doing with your life?

You are not releasing stress. You are releasing your future. Every time you indulge, you are throwing away fuel—creative energy that was meant to build kingdoms, not drip down a drain. You think it is just about pleasure, but this is about power. About self-control. About discipline. When you masturbate, you are not just losing semen—you are losing focus, ambition, and backbone. You are teaching your brain that it does not need to fight for satisfaction—it can settle for pixels and lies.

Pornography is not just a video. It is a virus. It crawls into your brain and plants seeds of addiction, mental fog, and spiritual ruin. Every frame becomes a demon that lives inside your head, playing over and over, whispering in your quiet moments, making you think those urges are natural. They are not. They are programmed. And every time you cave in, you're feeding them—giving them your essence, your time, your future.

SEXUAL ENERGY IS SACRED

Sexual energy is not just for pleasure—it is for power. It is for vision. It is the fuel behind art, speech, movement, leadership. But when you drain it recklessly, you are burning your engine on empty. When you lay with multiple women, thinking it makes you a man, what you are doing is absorbing every spiritual parasite they carry. You fuse with their pain, their trauma, their karma. And every new partner weighs you down more.

You think you are free, but you are tangled in spiritual chains. You cannot hear your higher voice because the lower voice has your full attention. That is why your goals seem foggy. That is why your confidence disappears. That is why you're restless, chasing women, money, status—trying to replace what you have given away.

And let’s talk about oral sex. They call it intimacy. No—it is spiritual suicide. That act takes your highest center of creativity and pollutes it with raw, dirty energy from your lowest point. It creates chaos in your body. It overloads your nervous system. You absorb bacteria, sickness, and soul sickness. You are kissing death while calling it love.

THE PHYSICAL COLLAPSE

Look at your body. Pale skin. Shaky hands. Eyes that cannot focus. You are always tired, always irritable, always drained. You get sick easily. Why? Because your immune system is failing. Your body is too busy replacing what you keep throwing away. Your heart races for no reason. Your back hurts. Your knees give out. You are aging fast. You are dying slow.

Try this: stretch out your hand. Is it trembling? Stand on one foot. Can you keep balance? If not, you are already halfway gone. That exhaustion you feel is not just from work. It is from self-abuse. Your body is screaming for mercy. But you keep going. One more hit. One more video. One more lie to yourself.

EMOTIONAL COLLAPSE

You ever wonder why you cannot connect with people? Why you feel angry all the time? Why you hate seeing other folks happy? Because you are empty. You do not have energy to give love, so you reject it. You are jealous of light because you live in your own darkness. And instead of fixing it, you spread it. You gossip. You tear others down. You feed on drama like a starving man.

You have lost compassion. Lost empathy. You are numb. You push people away and wonder why you feel alone. You walk around with a forced smile while your soul is screaming. And you think no one sees it? We see it. You are a shell. A tired, angry, hollow shell.

MENTAL COLLAPSE

This is the worst part. You cannot think straight anymore. You lie for no reason. You talk big but feel small. You chase validation because you hate what is inside. Your mind is no longer your own—it has been hijacked by lust, confusion, and chaos. The dreams you once had? Gone. The goals you set? Forgotten. Your ambition has been swallowed by your addiction.

You hallucinate instead of thinking. You fantasize instead of focusing. You run from the truth because it burns. You have lost your inner compass. The part of you that knows right from wrong—it is broken. Now all you want is the next fix. You're a slave.

SPIRITUAL SUICIDE

Here is the part they never talk about: when you waste your sexual energy, you shut the door to the divine. You cut yourself off from spirit, from wisdom, from purpose. Your aura dims. Your soul becomes a beacon for dark energy. You start hearing voices—not inspiration, but static. Noise. Madness. You are not being guided. You are being used.

You cannot hear truth anymore. You fall for every lie. You follow false leaders, false prophets, false love. Why? Because your inner knowing has been damaged. Your connection to the Creator has been cut by your own hand. And every time you abuse yourself, you dig that hole deeper.

THE CONSEQUENCES RIPPLE

This is not just about you. A weak man poisons everything he touches. When enough men fall, the world collapses. That is why politics is a mess. That is why art is trash. That is why schools do not teach and churches do not heal. A world full of drained, confused, addicted men cannot build anything but chaos. Look around. This is the price of sexual self-destruction.

THE PATH BACK

So what now?

You read this far because something inside you is still alive. Good. That means hope is not dead yet. But you have got to stop lying to yourself. Stop making excuses. This is your life. This is your fire. And if you do not guard it, this world will burn it out and laugh while you rot.

You cannot keep chasing pleasure and expect peace. You cannot keep wasting your seed and expect strength. The path back is hard. It is lonely. It means telling yourself "no" when everything inside screams "yes." It means letting go of quick fixes and chasing real power. It means discipline. Restraint. Focus.

Find one woman. Build with her. Fuse in all ways—physically, emotionally, spiritually. Let sex be sacred, not sloppy. Conserve your energy. Redirect it. Create with it. Fight with it. Build with it. That is the path of a real man. The monk, the warrior, the builder—they all mastered this.

This world will not understand you. It will mock you. Let it. They laughed at every prophet, every truth teller, every man who stood on discipline. But in the end, those men led. And the world followed.

You can be one of them. Or you can be another ghost, another addict, another slave.

Look in the mirror. Look in your eyes. Ask yourself:
How long will I trade my soul for a moment of poison?
How long will I be the weapon used to destroy myself?

The path is clear. Choose. Reclaim your fire. Reclaim your soul.

Sincerely,

LanceScurv