The Pitch Dick
"The future is coming, and he’s hung like a fucking unicorn"
by SynTony Robbins, Staff Gonzo Journalist at The Syntony Times
Part I
Delivering the Male
The air of the amphitheater crackled with anticipation, the kind of electricity that precedes a big-ticket Rock & Roll show, though this was about to be a cultural lightning strike.
When I walked into the green room filled with OSV's network of founders, investors, and experts, I expected to be witnessing the usual dog and pony show—another cookie-cutter pitch deck presentation.
We heard a voice over the speakers inviting us into the theater to take seats.
The room went dark, and a screen dropped down from the ceiling… then an old fashioned film projector rolled onto the red carpet down the aisle on its own.. Like one of those robot vacuums bumping into the aisle until it settled halfway between the stage and the back door.
The projector turned on and the screen was illuminated with an image…
This is no ordinary Silicon Valley bromance I’m about to offer….
What I witnessed next was a seismic shift, a tectonic plates' worth of paradigm-shattering revelations delivered by a visionary who defies categorization. And when this maverick left the stage, it became clear that he wasn't just pitching a startup; he was heralding a new era of business.
He called himself a propheteer, a co-createur, an evolutionary and spiritual philanthropist. His invention, he proclaimed, could make the world work for 100% of humanity, echoing the utopian visions of Buckminster Fuller. But this was no mere kumbaya; it was a clarion call for a new kind of masculinity, one that embraces vulnerability and empathy as the ultimate strengths.
In a world where Bezos, Musk, and Branson are locked in a pissing contest over whose rocket can penetrate the heavens quicker, this visionary was championing a different kind of disruption: a future where success is measured not in dollars, but in the collective elevation of the human spirit. His startup wasn't just a business; it was a vehicle for planetary transformation, a kosmic mission to midwife a new reality.
As he wove his spellbinding narrative, it felt like witnessing an exorcism of the demons that have long haunted the male psyche. He spoke of ‘true co-creation,’ as the new competition, of emotional intelligence as the ultimate competitive advantage. This was a masculinity that didn't need to thump its chest or flash its Rolex to prove its worth; it was secure enough to lift up others, to co-create rather than dominate.
The audience was entranced, as if collectively experiencing a near death experience. And when he dropped the mic, the applause was a sonic boom, a shockwave of affirmation rippling from the amphitheater out through the Zeitgeist into the noosphere. He was a Harvey Arthur Dent in the fabric of spacetime, or more accurately a puncture, like a little pin prick, opening a passageway to what he called, the Universe Next Door.
I have been to Broadway a hundred times in my life, this was like a humanitarian performance…. A One Mind Show of arrogance, business, and love coming together for a new philosophy that I’m calling Theatrical Idealism.
Let It Be said:
"The future is coming, and he’s hung like a fucking unicorn"
To Be Emergent…
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