Tomorrow will be my first time in a BJJ/Judo gym in years. I was a white belt before. I have meditated today, envisioning me defeating everyone in that gym. Here was the vision of my meditation:

As I step into the Judo/BJJ gym for the first time, I carry with me the essence of years spent mastering the physical plane with bodybuilding, sculpting my body into a force of nature. My muscles, like ancient tree roots, run deep and strong, forged through countless hours of lifting iron in the solitude of the gym. I am an outsider here, a force yet to be reckoned with by those who have found comfort in the art they’ve practiced for years.

The veterans of this bjj/judo gym, seasoned in their craft, have long danced in the intricacies of their art, finding solace in their techniques, believing they have tamed the chaos of combat. Yet, they know that beyond their walls, there exist forces that can challenge their mastery—forces like me. They may have honed their skills, but my strength is unrefined, pure, and rooted in the primal power that is as old as the earth itself.

I imagine myself as a great elephant, locking tusks with others who have roamed these lands for years, their confidence built on the battles they’ve fought. But I am no ordinary opponent. I am like the ancient, immovable rocks that stand against the beating sun, the howling winds, and the relentless rains. I have struggled, I have grown, and I have endured, unmoved by the forces that have sought to wear me down.

My veins pulse with the vitality of life itself, coursing through me like the sap of an ancient tree, unyielding and full of potential. When I face them, I bring with me the calm strength of one who knows his power, who has faced the iron day after day and emerged victorious. They will feel this as they confront me—a barbarian from the outside, a force they cannot ignore.

In this gym, where legends are born, I will make them remember what it means to be humble, to face a force that cannot be easily swayed. They may have tasted the sweetness of victory, but I come with the hunger of one who has wandered the deserts, thirsting for the waters of conquest. My strength is raw, untamed, and when it strikes, it will sweep them off their feet, leaving them in awe of the power they have yet to comprehend.

Tomorrow, I step into their world, not just as a challenger, but as a reminder that the primal forces of nature, the barbarian strength that lies dormant in the soul, can never be truly conquered.

Are you that Charlie zeloff guy?