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How To Get Rich In 2018

“An Investment In Knowledge Pays The Best Interest”*

Earlier this year I wrote a post with the same title as this one, but a few weeks after I posted it, the cryptocurrency  market crashed, then it went further down hill from there.

In that post I stated that after I first heard Jim Rohn say, “If You Want To Be Wealthy, Study Wealth,” I set out to do just that.

Along the way I discovered that the banksters were immoral, and unethical criminals that were in collusion with each other, and that they were allowed to be that way because most politicians were bought and paid for.

And after causing the subprime mortgage crisis, they were then given the green light to continue their manipulation of the markets and their thieving ways, often at the order of the Federal Reserve while the so called regulatory bodies like the CFTC looked the other way.

“Know What You Own, And Know Why You Own It”*

I also said that the US dollars days were limited because history proves that all fiat currencies that are not backed by real money – gold and silver, eventually revert to zero from whence they came.

Then I stated emphatically that logic and common sense should tell any astute investor that cryptocurrencies are the wave of the future. Not just any of them, but quality ones like Bitcoin, Litecoin, and Ethereum to name just a few of the better known ones.

I also warned that cryptos were wickedly volatile, and that because they were long term investments that it was best not to check the market for weeks or months at a time.

I advised to use the trick to patience by working hard on your goals, and to read and listen to self-help books & audios while you waited.

“Formal Education Will Make You A Living, Self-Education Can Make You A Fortune”*

Despite all of that, after the crypto crash, I received some hateful comments from people who bought some cryptos after reading my post, but who didn’t follow through with the rest of my advice.

Perhaps, just because I am a self-help master and not an investment broker people didn’t take me seriously. But as I’ve stated in my posts, the study of self-help includes many things including health, wealth, universal laws, and finding your purpose, to name just a few.

I deleted that previous post and vowed never to post about investments again, but then I realized that I only post my advice for free because I want to share in the abundance of knowledge and wealth that changed my own life.

I know that most folks can’t tear themselves away from the TV long enough to read a book, even if it’s a life changing book, because they also can’t discipline themselves to eat healthy and exercise regularly.

Not that I’m judging them because I used to smoke cigarettes and dope for far longer than I care to admit, although I did quit almost a decade ago thanks to self-help books.

“I Will Tell You How To Become Rich. Close The Doors. Be Fearful When Others Are Greedy. Be Greedy When Others Are Fearful”*

In that last How To Get Rich post I included several quotes from a brilliant man who had studied his craft well, and whose sound advice I and many other opulent people had taken – Teeka Tiwari.

If those folks who sent me those hate comments had bothered to go a step further and follow my links to Teeka’s site, then followed his advice by investing a couple of hundred dollars each in several well chosen cryptos, they would have been well on their way to life changing wealth.

But alas these idiots chose to do what I and Teeka warned not to do – they bought thousands of dollars worth of just one or two cryptos with money that they couldn’t afford to lose, without waiting to buy low during the next crash, then they panic sold like lemmings when the market did crash. Then they blamed me for their stupidity.

Yet still, even though they didn’t diversify as I had advised, if they had just held on like I said, by the end of 2018, they would have been well on their way to being rich.

So, for those of you who want to improve your lives as well as the lives of your family and friends, and who would enjoy giving generously to those who deserve it, if you don’t want to listen to me, then listen to Teeka Tiwari.

Here’s a link to a great interview with Glenn Beck where Teeka Tiwari explains in depth with precise logic why now is a great time to invest in cryptos.

Personally, I don’t care. All I know is that I share my free advice, plus links to free self-help books & videos because they changed my world, so they can do the same for you.

However, if you decide not to take my advice, or study a few self-help books, then please don’t send me a hate filled comment when you lose.

Either way remember that, “The First Wealth Is Health”*

Regards, – Herb.

Quotes – *Benjamin Franklin, *Jim Rohn, *Peter Lynch, *Jim Rohn, * Warren Buffet. *Ralph Waldo Emerson.



How To Use The Universal Laws Of Mind

“Man Possesses Within Himself All The Creative Power Of The Universe”*

In analyzing the states of consciousness and universal laws of mind that prevail in our lives, I discovered that everything in the universe had its origin in Universal Mind.

It is Mind that sends us ideas seemingly out of the blue. And ideas themselves are centers of consciousness in that all that you are is derived from the ideas to which you give your attention to.

This is a hard concept to grasp for most people, but it’s also why the law of assumption is so powerful. In deed whatever you conceive yourself to be and focus your attention upon, tends to manifest itself on the material plane of existence.

“All Is Mind. Then The Things That Appear Must Be Expressions Of Mind”*

Very few people understand the relationship that exists between the energy that we generate with our thoughts, which if we dwell upon and visualize, will materialize in tangible form.

In other words, all forms of the human experience on the physical plane of existence are created through the inner activity of conscious thought.

God is life, and life is God, if you chose to call Him that. He is an Infinitely Intelligent energy that permeates all things, everywhere, and at all times. Science has proven that it is so.

It is a proven scientific fact that every material thing is a visual symbol of the vibratory rate of the atoms that comprise it.

“Through All The Ages Man Has Believed In An Invisible Power, Through Which And By Which All Tings Have Been Created”*

Since a human being is part of the same life energy that we call God, it follows that we use the same creative process.

Everything is inside of and a part of one united force field of intelligent electromagnetic energy. Everything comes from the Source, and so must remain part of it.

Since all that we see before us came into existence from what we do not see, it follows that you can make of yourself what you wish yourself to be by following the same universal laws of mind that govern all things.

The light goes on for those who learn how to flick the switch that controls the law of electricity, and in like manner, once the mental and spiritual laws of creation are understood and harnessed, they give freedom to chose to all those that learn how to flick that switch.

The Lawman Cometh

Before we can consciously manifest intelligently on the physical plane, we must learn and conform to these laws. When we harness their power and subject them to our use, then health, wealth, purpose, and success will be ours.

At all times we are either drawing things to us, or pushing them away because our thoughts are magnetic, just like all forms of energy. This basic understanding is at the core of how to use the law of attraction.

In order to manifest what we want, we need to continuously persist in affirming our oneness with it. Then we must take action and work towards it, as it works its way towards us.

All universal laws of mind are just as exact as the law of gravity. For example, my favorite – the law of assumption, casts back at the thinker, everything that they conceive and believe themselves to be, do, and have.

Whether we are aware of it or not, an aura of electromagnetic thought energy surrounds us all. And what we think into it, always returns to us. You attract into your life only that which you first mentally become and feel yourself to be.

“If You Can Dream It, You Can Do It”*

There is only one sure way to bring about our deepest desires, and that is to live in and affirm our oneness in the now, with the vibratory currents that make for wealth, success, happiness, and purpose.

This is why in Think And Grow Rich {<Free copy} Napoleon Hill, after studying over 500 of the most successful entrepreneurs of his time, put having a definite major purpose at the top of the list of his 17 Principles Of Success, {<Free audiobook}

Indeed, concentration of mental energy is a powerful force of nature to be reckoned with. The greatest riches of life, most of which go beyond the monetary, come to those who understand and adhere to law.

We are all unique souls unfolding from different planes of consciousness, and the seemingly vacant space that surrounds us all actually contains an abundant cornucopia of ideas and riches that are ours to claim. For it is law.

Believe in yourself, and check out The Magic Of Believing, {<Free audiobook} by Claude Bristol, and do your best to master the universal laws of mind because really – it will be the best thing that you ever do.

All the best, -Herb

Quotes – *F.W. Sears, *Florence Scovel Shinn, *Charles F. Haanel, *Walt Disney





Lest Ye Be Judged

“The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth” William Shakespeare

The downpour spattered hard against the window. Looking out, Marita watched as the front gate opened into the courtyard. Locked in her room like a prisoner, she flinched when she saw her father’s limousine drive through the front gate, then her tears started to fall almost as profusely as the drops of rain outside the window.

She was scared of her father, although he had never hit her, his possesiveness and his intense stare often felt worse than any slap in the face ever could.

She remembered how much she loved him when she was a child. How he often read her a bedtime story, then tucked her in and kissed her goodnight on the cheek.

He seemed happy back then. He regularly took the time to play with her. They often played board games – usually checkers, and he always let her win.

She was the apple of his eye; she was daddy’s little girl, but everything changed drastically after her mother died.

Gina Vespuccio had known Luigi Campese since they were children in Palermo, Sicily. They went to the same school together, and Luigi walked her home almost everyday, carrying her school books for her.

Luigi always let it be known that he had a crush on Gina, and that one day he would make her his bride. Gina always giggled at his over-zealous exuberance and she would say, “Never.”

But deep down inside she was flattered, and even as a boy Luigi was a leader who had a way with words, and Gina always admired his confidence.

When they were sixteen years old, Luigi told her that he was running away to America, promising that he would return one day and take her away with him to be his bride.

Even though he didn’t tell her, Gina knew the real reason that Luigi was leaving town. He said that he had been working in Napoli, but she had heard otherwise and so had the police.

He had gotten himself involved with some bad boys, but he was an enterprising young man, and he had given her some rather lavish presents with his ill-gotten gains, so who was she to question him?

Before he left, Luigi took Gina out for dinner, then afterwards he took her in his arms and kissed her for the very first time. Again he confessed his love for her and vowed to return for her when the time was right.

Luigi had always kept his word, and Gina vowed to herself that she would wait for him. She always regretted not telling him that she loved him too when he had kissed her that night, but her heart was beating so fast that she could hardly catch her breath, let alone speak.

Luigi left Palermo with his good friend Leno Bellini. They ended up in Montreal because Bellini had some family there that were involved in the construction business, which was mostly organized by the mafia.

Leno’s uncle Roberto took a liking to Luigi and treated him as one of his own. At night, while Leno went out gallivanting with the other youths, Luigi would visit with Roberto.

They played chess, and Roberto would talk about business. He taught Luigi about how his construction business was perfect for laundering all the money that was made from his extra curricular activities: drugs, prostitution, gambling, and loan sharking.

Luigi had a natural talent for negotiation, organization, and collection of payments, so over the next couple of years with his help, Bellini Construction and their black market subsidiaries grew substantially.

Hungry for wealth and power, Luigi developed a network of connections on his way up through the ranks. Yet still, he did not forget about Gina.

They wrote to each other regularly, and Gina savored every word of every letter. Fortunately, both of them found it easier to express their deepest feelings for each other on paper.

Every month Luigi sent her more than enough money so that she lacked for nothing, and Gina always graciously accepted it without question.

When everything was in place, instead of taking the risk of going back home, Luigi sent Gina the airfare to Montreal. She flew first class, of course.

Despite being raised to wait until she was married, Gina gave herself to Luigi on her first night in Montreal because after all, Luigi had proposed to her that night, and she had said yes.

With Gina by his side, Luigi’s empire grew. Gina never questioned how her husband became so wealthy. He provided her with an opulent lifestyle and that was all that she needed to know.

Don Luigi, as he came to be known, had many philanthropic endeavors. He was also well loved in the community because he never abused his power.

Marita grew up more than a bit spoiled, but Luigi taught her to respect money. The more you had, the more you had to give, and sharing was a gift to both parties.

When Marita was a teenager, her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Luigi spent a fortune and used his many connections to get her the best care possible. For over two years he prioritized his wife’s treatment.

After Gina passed away, Luigi fell into a deep depression and started drinking excessively. Whereas before he was known as a level headed negotiator, now he easily ordered a hit on anyone who became problematic to his business.

He also became overly possessive of Marita. He had her taken out of public high school and sent to a private girls school. She also could not leave the estate without just cause, and without two bodyguards in tow. Occasionally, her best friend Amanda could come over on weekends, but that was about it.

Only after she legally became an adult and begged her father to let her go to public college did Luigi let her have some semblance of normalcy to her life, but boys were strictly forbidden.

All through college, Luigi had her driven to and from the campus. He also had her spied on regularly during school hours.

Marita always got extremely high marks and proved herself to be a serious student. After she graduated from college, Luigi gifted her with a Bentley Continental T, and only then did he loosen up on the leash a little bit.

During her first year in university, Marita met Charles Stokes, or Chuck as she liked to call him. Despite being forbidden to date, she felt that as an adult, she did deserve to have a life.

She was aware that her father had her spied on regularly, so she made allowances for that. For almost a year, she arranged regular secret meetings with Chuck by coordinating their agendas. She also dropped some of her classes and started wearing a disguise, so that she could sneak off campus with him.

Chuck accepted that her father was overly possessive, but because Marita did not tell him exactly who her father was he did not fully understand the possible repercussions of getting involved with her. However, he did find out abruptly.

After Don Luigi found about their relationship, instead of having Marita taken out of school, he had Chuck beaten up so severely that he couldn’t finish out the semester, and of course, until he was too scared to ever see Marita again.

Marita hated her father for what he had done to Chuck, but she remained determined to graduate from university. Yet she wouldn’t even dare look at another young man out of fear of him being threatened or beaten to a pulp.

When she first saw Luca Amadeo in her father’s home office, she knew. Although Luca tried hiding it, there was no denying the spark of desire that flashed in his eyes.

His stature, his very essence exuded an inner confidence, and his dashing good looks turned her insides to jelly. Marita made up her mind right then and there that if an opportunity ever presented itself, he would be hers.

Then she found out everything that she could about mister Luca Amadeo. Which was easy because she often overheard her father and his cohorts talking about Amadeo because they were all so impressed with him.

Marita had loved Chuck in her own way, but he came from a well-to-do family, and he was a bit soft, whereas Luca was a tough looking wiseguy who wouldn’t cow down to anyone.

She often went downstairs to her father’s home office in hopes of seeing Luca again, but she didn’t see him again until a few months later when he suddenly appeared at their country estate.

On that fateful Friday night when he was invited for dinner, in order to discuss business with Don Luigi, it was all Marita could do to hide her excitement. When she heard that he was to spend the weekend in their guest house, she knew immediately what she must do.

She knew that her father would stay up late drinking too much, as was his custom, so she served him a few extra strong drinks herself just to make sure that he would sleep late the next day.

After Chuck had been scared off, Marita got a prescription of valium to help her sleep, and on that Friday night she crushed some up and slipped it into a few of her father’s drinks, and those of his two bodyguards.

Bruno and Johnny had been with Don Luigi for many years and they had become good friends. They often drank with the Don when they were off duty, so they also kept the same hours as him, and Luigi usually went to bed drunk around three o’clock in the morning and woke up around noon.

Marita got up early that Saturday morning to shower and shave her legs, then she put on her bikini bathing suit and left the mansion undetected.

She planned to knock on the door of the guesthouse, then while striking a pose, ask Luca if he wanted to join her for a swim in their private lake, but just before knocking she heard the faint sound of music coming from around the side of the house.

Peeking around the corner, she saw Luca sitting on the beach playing guitar. Listening intently, she was surprised to hear him playing a classical piece.

Approaching from behind, she waited until he finished playing then she applauded. Luca jumped up and glared at her, but when he noticed that she was in a bikini his face mellowed out.

“Good morning, sorry that I startled you, but that was a lovely song you were playing.”

“Yes, good morning. That’s okay… that was one of my own compositions, so I’m glad you liked it.”

“I just came to see if you might like to go swimming with me? My father rarely gets up before noon nowadays, and I’m sure that Bruno and Johnny are probably sleeping one off too.”

“Yeah, they sure out drank me last night,” Luca said, “so…well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

“Ah yes,” Marita said,”that saying never gets old, especially to us Italians.”

When Luca came back out of the guesthouse with his shorts on, Marita was just as stimulated by his physique as he was with hers.

For the next couple of hours they swam and had fun in the sun sitting on the beach. The conversation just flowed. and Marita was impressed. She was a well read university student, and Luca was able to converse with her on virtually any subject. He also had a penchant to doth poetic, and she loved poetry.

Luca on the other hand, found Marita to be interesting and intelligent, but he often found it hard to concentrate on what she was saying. The sun cascading off the surface of the lake sparkled in her enticing brown eyes, and her healthy, tanned skin conjured up images in his mind of her ancestors filling up their baskets full of grapes on some Italian hillside.

Her ample bosom and curvaceous hips filled him with a yearning that he had never known before. He had to keep telling himself that she was Don Luigi’s one and only daughter, and that Don Luigi was not a man to fool with.

Marita however, had already made up her mind. She refused to spend the rest of her life catering to her father’s overprotective insecurities. She was a good girl. Only once had she gone against her father’s wishes, and she had paid dearly for that, but enough was enough.

As soon as she graduated from university she planned to write her first novel, and one day she would have a husband and some children and a life.

Her mother had died, and in a way so had her father, but the time had come for her to spread her wings, so to speak, and leave the nest. She knew that she had to seize this once in a lifetime opportunity, or she’d forever live in regret.

Just before ten o’clock that morning Marita said,”Luca, I’m getting chilly, why don’t we go inside for a cup of tea?”

Inside the guesthouse Luca sat at the kitchen table watching Marita prepare the tea. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Walking around the kitchen in her bikini, arching her back while she poured the water – she knew what she was doing.

Luca was grateful that the tabletop top was hiding what was underneath – his prodigious manhood as it throbbed in appreciation of Marita’s efforts to entice him.

He kept telling himself that it was okay to talk to her and to look at her, but nothing more. He couldn’t let himself get involved with Don Campese’s daughter. He was his Don, and to be disloyal to him could be fatal.

He kept repeating that over and over again in his mind, and it seemed to be working, but then Marita leaned over the table to give him his tea.

Her cleavage spilled over before his eyes. He could smell her femininity, and he ached to taste deeply of its pleasures.

“You want to know something Luca?” Marita said.”My father is a well respected man who likes to control everything, but I’m twenty-four years old now, and it’s time for me to break free from his tyranny.”

Luca throbbed even more when Marita moistened her lips with her tongue seductively and leaned closer to him.“Luca, do you find me attractive?”

His manhood started pulsating in sync with his rapidly beating heart. Forget about Don Campese. Mesmerised by Marita’s beauty and intoxicating aroma Luca said, “You’re absolutely stunning.”

Moving in closer to him, Marita said. “Then kiss me.”

Later, at around eleven thirty in the morning, Marita slipped her bikini back on. She was going to dive into the lake then make her way back into the mansion. If anybody saw her then she would just tell them that she had gone for a swim. “Luca, that was incredible. I’ll see you later at dinner, okay sweetie?”

Smiling contentedly, Marita left the guesthouse thinking that Chuck was nothing compared to Luca, and she already felt that she was head over heels in love with Luca.

With his heart still pounding rapidly, Luca lied motionless on the bed staring up at the ceiling in disbelief about what he had just done.

He had always been a risk taker, but not a fool. The rush of adrenaline from breaking a few rules had always been a weakness of his, but this time was different.

He had always calculated the risk factor into his decisions. He had always weighed the pros and cons of whatever he did, but not this time.

Then after he recalled the earth shattering experience of their intimacy, he decided that it had been worth it. It’s all right – she’s a goddess sent from heaven. And although it seemed a bit too soon to him, he knew that he was already in love with Marita.

For close to six months after that day, Marita would sneak over to Luca’s place to visit him whenever she was sure to get away with it. Every golden moment was savored by the both of them.

Marita grew to hate her father even more for making her sneak around with the man that she loved, so she devised a plan – two weeks later she intentionally let herself be seen sneaking out of the mansion so that she would be followed to Luca’s place.

The next day, Don Campese sent Bruno and Johnny around to give Luca a talking to that was intended to be much worse than the one that had been given to Charles Stokes. However, there were some major differences between Charles Stokes and Luca Amadeo.

Bruno and Johnny had spent too many years relying on intimidation. As Don Campese’s personal bodyguards they were still respected and feared, but too much pasta and vino through the years had slowed them down. Conversely, Luca ate well, exercised often, and practised self-defense regularly.

Luca did what he had to do to defend himself, and both Bruno and Johnny ended up with broken noses and a couple of broken bones each.

Their lives had been spared because Luca knew first hand about all the legal repercussions involved in taking a life – even in self-defense.

Marita needed things to reach the breaking point because she longed to be with Luca all the time. She intentionally let herself be followed to his place because she knew how strong he was, and she had watched him practice his zen karate combat techniques.

Stealing from her father was easy. He had a fortune in blood money, and he had profited greatly from the addictions and misery of others.

All of her life she had been a good girl, but what did that get her? Lonely and broken hearted, or sneaking around like some kind of criminal with the man that she loved.

Marita sometimes wondered how many lives her father had taken with his own hands on his way to the top, and how many people he had ordered to be killed since then.

Plus, the more than quarter of a million dollars in cash that she took from his home safe was only a minute fraction of what would one day be hers. But if she had to wait until her father died in order to be free – she would rather lose a fortune, but gain a life.

Of course, she always knew that her father’s home safe was behind her mother’s portrait above the fireplace, and that the combination was her mother’s birth date.

What might be a fortune to many was a mere pittance to the mighty Don Campese, but with that kind of money her and Luca could go almost anywhere.

However, it would be too risky to try to get out of Canada right away because she knew that her father would immediately have all of the border crossings, airports, train, and bus stations monitored.

Disguising themselves and driving out west was so simple. It was an adventure driving across Canada, and everything was going so well until Julius Szabo found them on Vancouver Island.

And now here she was all alone like a prisoner in solitary confinement and for what? For falling in love? For daring to live her life?

Shaking, Marita closed her eyes and pictured Luca. His lopsided grin with the one dimple, the powerful physique that could be so gentle, and those piercing green eyes that seemed to look right into her soul.

Her heart ached to hold him, to keep him safe. He was her soul-mate and she could never give up hope. She just couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing him again.

Her eyelids flew open at the sound of the key unlocking her bedroom door. Then she heard her father’s heavy footsteps approaching until she could see him standing behind her reflected in the window.

Determined not cry, Marita did her best to compose herself. She could not let this man that she had grown to despise take control of her emotions.

However, Luigi saw the fearful look on her tear stained face reflected in the window, so he went and sat on the edge of her bed.

Waiting, hardly able to breath, Marita didn’t know what to expect. Whatever it was that he had to say, he would say it, and it would be done. Just like all moments in time, eventually this too shall come to pass. Luca had taught her that.

At first, she thought that she heard some distant thunder growing louder, but after listening intently, Marita realized that it was her father starting to sob.

“When you were a little girl, you were the greatest joy in my life. I would deal with the cold outside world then I would come home, and you would always run up to me shrieking “daddy”, and I would lift you up in my arms, giving you a hug and a kiss.”

But that was long ago and far away, thought Marita.

“I was never happier than when I was with you and your mother together. I did what I had to do to provide for my family as best I could. I wasn’t proud of some of the things that I had to do, but I wasn’t ashamed either. Another time and place, and I would have been other than what I was.”

Marita had never heard her father talk like that before. It was certainly better than what she had feared might happen.

“Such is fate, such is life. You do your best with the hand that you are dealt, or you lose the game.

“I never wanted anything more than to be with you and your mother, and for the both of you to be happy and healthy.

“And I knew that one day some lucky young man would ask for your hand, and that I would let you go as all fathers must do. But somehow, I lost sight of that when I lost your mother.”

As she listened to her father’s sobbing grow louder, the tears began rolling down Marita’s cheeks again.

“She was my love, she was my life, but she was also your mother, and I am ashamed that I was not stronger for you, and… I am sorry Marita,”

As she heard her father get up and slowly walk towards the door, Marita wanted to run over and give him a hug, but then she remembered what he had done.

She also wanted to ask him about Luca, but she just couldn’t. She had to believe that Luca was still out there somewhere in the world, and that one day they would be reunited.

She heard her father close the door, but she didn’t hear him lock it. Still stunned, Marita sat there motionless until the wave of nausea hit her.

Just like she had done for the past few mornings, Marita ran to the washroom to throw up. At first she thought that it was because she was so worried about Luca, but now Marita wondered if maybe it was something more.

This is Chapter 5 of Bound To Change: Imagine The Possibilities an original book by Herb Norcott.