Poker provides the perfect parables for real life, and I believe it’s an ideal game of skill to master, especially for young people, as it teaches awareness, plus cause and effect of action, not to mention the beneficial power of bluffing. I’ve never claimed to be, or set-out to become a master of poker, instead I embarked upon a quest, many years ago, to know my customers and to become the best poker room operator I could become. Admittedly, I still have a long way to go, however during my recent trip to North America I experienced a revelation, in California and Nevada, in terms of truly understanding who poker players are, what compels them to play, where, when, and (sometimes) how. The reason I was allowed access backrooms where mere mortals dare not tread, and freely given insider information about the inner workings of multi-million dollar per day operations: my association to Reefer Poker
The people I’ve met and the operations I was on the inside of were truly remarkable, some of the all-time heavy-weight champions of Vegas operations opened the doors to their backrooms, for example on one visit to Vegas I found myself VIP’d to the top of the Palms Hotel in the Playboy Casino, to discuss the nuances of dealing Black Jack, with one best managers in the business. Another time I was hanging-out with the top whale hunters in Vegas, as he shared details about the high-rollers of the Hard Rock but none of this knowledge, as fascinating as it is, compared with what I learned in California about the intricacies of running a high-stakes Poker home-game, in the legal grey-zone. Before I expand on my amazing adventures in the high-stakes home-games of California, and because today is 12.12.10 (full house with aces over deuces) I want to share more personal insight about my own personal 11:11 Awakening but I promise I’ll return to the juicy topic of the California poker home-game.
It’s so cliché to say; that I don’t believe in coincidence – or, everything happens for a reason – or how about; the people who enter our lives are there for a purpose. Sometimes though, things that happen are so obviously of profound importance that the body produces goose-bumps, or the hairs on the back of your neck and arms, stand on end. When this happens allot, all a person can do is smile, and accept that you’re in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing. I had known about the 11:11 prediction for several years, it was explained to me by some light-workers from the Island of Kauai, people I respected for their work on energy grids, meridians, spiritual locations and vortexes. Side-note: go to Sedona, Arizona, hike up to a vortex area for your own evaluation, then try to explain it? Even for my mind the explanation of 11:11 was related to the time/space continuum, an Aquarian age topic, somewhat like that defined by Robert Anton Wilson in Prometheus Rising. All very cool stuff, maybe a little too deep for my simple mind, even if I saw, and was gratified by the occasional occurrence by the digital time of 11:11.
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