Know thyself by returning to the father

[DorkShitParticipant 4353]

Do you know yourself?

I do.

I am the young child sitting with my father in our boat. I am proudly sitting in the 1st mate chair. My younger brothers are with me in the back seats. We are arriving at our fishing spot on the lake. We are at our favorite spot surrounded by tree limbs sticking out of the water. Across the lake is our campsite. My father placed a Coleman lamp at the shore to light our way back.

All is well as we cast or lines over and over waiting for the tug. Dusk is approaching as the sky darkens. Suddenly, my father let’s out an audible grunt and jumps into the captain’s seat. He calmly tells us to get down. He pushes the throttle down and the boat races forward towards our campsite. He is taking a path directly through the tree stumps. We always go around them. Why is he doing this?

I look back and see a thunderstorm. Then I notice the tornado. Low against the earth, rumbling with the thunder coming straight towards us. Wow, I think, what an amazing site. The dirt is being lifted into the air. It is so cool. I hear my father’s voice. Put your life jackets on! I look my father in the eyes. His face is stern with conviction. Wow. He had never told us to wear our life jackets. This must be bad.

Boom, as we hit a tree stump and bounce sideways. Water starts leaking into the boat through the hole in the bottom. Pull the plug in the back, I hear my father say. I go back and pull the plug.

This is my childhood actual event.

As an adult my father failed to protect me from my mother. I hated him for not being strong enough to stand up to her. So, I jumped overboard.

I was lost in the waters of the lake for 20 years. The storm of the devil destroyed me every time.

One day I realized that my father was weak. He couldn’t stand-up to his wife. I was now divorced and a father If children. Suddenly, mentally I took all of his faults and poured them into a jug and it weighed 10 pounds. Then, I realized if I poured all of my faults into a jug it would weigh a hundred pounds.

Who am I to judge my father?

In that moment my spirit said; “father, I forgive you”

Miraculously, I was transported back into that boat, sitting with my father. Time blurred forward and I rose up to be me, sitting in the captains chair of my boat, going my own way.

Peace brothers

[Nags4CashParticipant 1163]

My dad was a ghetto piece of s~~~. My most significant memory of him is him using a Beretta 9mm to shoot the back of a pickup truck because the driver flipped him the bird.

Good ole nostalgia.

Murph ~ There is nothing brave or manly about entering into a contract with somebody which allows them to take your money, assets, children, and decades of your future income on a mere whim.

[DorkShitParticipant 4353]

Nags4Cash wrote:

My dad was a ghetto piece of s~~~. My most significant memory of him is him using a Beretta 9mm to shoot the back of a pickup truck because the driver flipped him the bird.

Good ole nostalgia.

I know. I think I had it rough. I had no reason not to be able to return to my father. I had actual childhood images of him being a good man. He just had minor flaws compared. But, the point is it does not matter the circumstance a child will be a child. We all will hate our father’s. The goal is to return to him (not the imperfect one, but your forgiven one) (You forgiving washes the anger/hate away)

For instance, you were ashamed of your father. You saw him as a weak man and you wanted a strong man. You deserved it! You wanted to be proud of him so that your ego would be amazing to others. They would envy you. You wouldn’t envy those with great father’s, etc. Downward spiral of hate.

Blessed are those that can return to their father without any frame of reference.

I hope my image may show one the way. Maybe it may help a brother like you see the path out, through the father that should be. Through him you are able to be a true you. We are all broken with hate and are the image of that hate. That’s why guys act like women. They are confused and have become their mommy.

Peace brother

Peace brothers

[CarnageParticipant 22113]

Nags4Cash wrote:

My dad was a ghetto piece of s~~~. My most significant memory of him is him using a Beretta 9mm to shoot the back of a pickup truck because the driver flipped him the bird.

Good ole nostalgia.

My old man is a functioning, sadistic, alcoholic Pussy addict.

F~~~ him.

To those following me, be careful, I just farted. Men those beans are killers.

[ChristopherParticipant 2478]

Good post.

Feminism was funded by bankers/politicians to create more taxpayers. MGTOW IS FREEDOM https://archive.org/details/mgtowisfreedomblurayready

[Blood AxeParticipant 1179]

Deep stuff Darksith, I like it.

I remember as a kid sitting in the boat with my old man. He was a grumpy SOB. He never said much to me. Never taught me s~~~, I learned plenty by watching. I haven’t seen him in about 23 years. He’s an old man by now. I hated the f~~~er for a long time. After growing up and seeing how the world is for myself, I really can’t blame him.

Back off Barbie!

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