One of the things many people do not know about me is that I love to gamble. Yes!! I gamble. However I only gamble one thing, and that is with the slots! I have enjoyed them since they, in a way, saved my life in 1975. I was a new arrival in Australia and had a job with a pathologist as his receptionist. He was from South Africa, then a country of much scorn in Australia. A few months after I started working, the pathologist decided to go home to South Africa and closed his office. He paid me my salary and I took it to the bank and deposited it. Through some oversight then, the teller allowed me to draw on the money which was actually forbidden. A week later I received a letter in the mail informing me that the check had bounced and I owed the bank $50AUD. I did not have that kind of money. It was a lot of money in those days. They gave me a week to pay it back. I had no idea how I would do it.
That weekend my husband and I had a night out which was pre-paid each week at his work. We saved so much a week – just a small amount like $5AUD – and after 10 weeks we had dinner and a show at a club. The afternoon of the night of the dinner I lay on the bed and begged God to help me repay the $50AUD. I was not metaphysical then either, but I did believe in God. That night after dinner while waiting for the show to begin, I saw a slot machine at the club. I did not even have 10 cents to play with, so I borrowed it from a friend of my then-husband. I put the 10 cents into the machine, and it came out of the reject slot. But, as I pulled the handle (and they had handles in those days), I got a payout from the machine. I did it again and it happened again. When it came time for the show, I told my husband to go alone and he did. I kept playing the machine. I gave the 10 cents back I had borrowed and began playing with my own money. I played until my husband came out from the show. I had money in my pockets, handbag, purse – all of it in coins. When my husband joined me he started taking the money also. At 10 PM I had such a strong feeling to stop playing. My husband wanted me to continue but it felt right to stop. Even our taxi ride home had been paid for, and so we left for home.
Once we got home, we turned all the money out onto a table and counted it. It came to $50AUD not a cent less or more. It was amazing. We had the money we needed, and the following Monday it was placed in the bank and the debt paid. Every time from then on when I played the slots, I would always win. Often they would be small amounts – $20 – $40AUD – but nevertheless always needed by this mum of two children who struggled to live on one wage coming in. Of course this happened only once or twice a year. It was not until I began to earn money that I started to play the slots more earnestly. It became a form of recreation for me, and I never abused the finances. I always knew when to stop.
In Australia there are a lot of returned servicemen’s clubs where one can see a show, have a drink, play the slots etc. When I traveled the country I would find these clubs a wonderful way of relaxing at the end of a show or a week of readings. Once I started visiting the USA as a tourist, I loved the Indian Casinos and, of course, Las Vegas. I visited Vegas each time I came when I could; once actually doing a Brotherhood course there (the third course in the Masters set of courses). When I showed surprise at doing it in Vegas, Maitreya said, “What better place to demonstrate illusion, (which was the subject of the course I was teaching) than the city of illusion?” I loved the energy of Vegas, the excitement. However, a year ago I visited there and it seemed different. I could not get into the slots like I used to. I put it down to my raising my vibration. By now I was winning quite successfully and would often go home with a profit of $800 – $1000 US. It was not because I was not winning!
Recently I visited again after an absence of about a year. I could not believe how I felt. Vegas was dead with Vegas capital letters in neon – dead!! There was no energy; the hotel seemed dark and depressing. I played the slots and there was no enjoyment. Yes, I did win again, but it was like being in a ghost town. To be honest I wanted to return home early, but because I win a lot (and play a lot), the hotel room and the favors which came with it were complimentary. So we chose to stay the three nights which was what had been offered. On our leaving, the taxi driver who took us to the airport told us that 100,000 workers had been laid off by the casinos. The taxi drivers all over Vegas were desperate, many losing their jobs, houses, using up all of their savings because the recession was biting hard into the casino takings for shows, the slots, meals etc. A few days after coming home, I told a friend I felt Vegas would never get back to the way it was – ever. I felt it would become a ghost town. The next day a friend in New Zealand Skyped me and told me she felt Vegas was going to become a ghost town. This friend is a professional astrologer and psychic.
There is one good thing though and that is that, 15 minutes from where we live, they have built a new Indian casino. If I want to play in the future, I will be able to sleep in my own bed and not have to get onto a plane to have a little fun. I hope I am wrong about Vegas, but somehow I do not think I am. It is such a shame, but like everything else it is in the process of change. Just how it will change? This is the million dollar question.