I am a stoic or, at least, I try to be. For me, stoicism is the route to positivism, and the belief that all that happens to you, good or bad, is for your benefit. It is a sort of miracle based mindset. You cannot lose if the universe is on your side, but, more importantly, if YOU are on your side, and transfer/ transmute any transgressions to your benefit. This mentality is what made my father a fantastic con man.
My father was a man of multiples. Multiple families. Multiple names. Multiple businesses. Multiple scams. His ability to not feel shame because he was the very definition of it was, oddly, admirable. My mother spent most of her life so overwhelmed with trying to be good that even I felt tempted to be bad. Morality seemed exhausting, while my father was free from it: committing crimes and cons unbeknownst to many because he was a lawyer, and he understood image matters in this world, which is the key to manifestation.
In manifestation, you have to feel and imagine your outcome. Of course, you can picture certain details, but you cannot have any loyalty to anything but the desired outcome. THIS was my father´s gift desire. When it came to sex, drugs, crime, lies and alcohol, my father was addicted to each, and, like most narcissists, did not want to become a better person as much as have the world lower its standards. There was not victim of his that he did not question, at least once, ¨Do you think I’m a good person?´ Usually, he was asking a woman that he owed money to that all fell into the same trap: if you are kind to devil, maybe, he’ll get you into Heaven. No one put a stop to my dad but I also feel he attracted women that never felt they started.
Often, I wondered why my father was so good at getting away with harm, enough so to do it again. Look at Donald Trump…. He stole TWO elections, and they will stay stolen because men like my dad and Donald understand that if they win by conning, WTF is the point of honesty… clearly you did not want it. More importantly, do you give it? For my father, he often entered people´s lives through their interests and trauma: a gift he oddly passed on to me. There is not one park bench that I have ever sat at that did not end up with me hearing some strangers sadness over their past or odd fascination with entertainment and pop culture. Whether Pokemon or Vietnam, they divulged, and I listened. For my father, this was his chance to build his network or networth, I only ever listened because all I wanted was to be heard.
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