ANSWERS    from:  Real-Magic.net
Question:
Can I use magic to win the lottery or get rich at the casino?

Author's Reply:

It's probably better to answer no due to the complications involved that make it only a little better than relying on chance alone. That coupled with the amount of personal energy needed for the effort—without the spiritual aid you get when pursuing unselfish goals—makes the results hardly worth having to put so much of yourself into it.

First of all, what the universe brings to you is a reflection of what you first put out into the universe. In gambling, you are not creating anything of value; rather, you are attempting to acquire value created by others. This will later result in value being taken from you by others who did nothing creative to earn it from you, either, leaving you with a final net gain of zero.

Secondly, magic needs one to quietly focus on the goal, with every thought and feeling pointed in the direction you want to go. But at a casino, you are surrounded by the energies of many people bouncing magical results from their desires and efforts around in all sorts of directions, much like a food fight at a children's party (even though most people don't know they are doing this). To make matters more complicated, the continuous ringing of bells and flashing of casino lights makes true focus and concentration on the magical goal nearly impossible.

And winning the lottery isn't a better choice. You might be alone at home in your attempt to connect with the winning number, but beyond your window are millions of people all trying to be the big winner themselves, their energies in fierce competition with yours. Years ago, I tried magically seeing the winning number for a big lottery but was rather horrified by the crowd of human spirits attempting to do the same that I met as I got close. They were incredibly desperate to discover that number and it was not a fun place to be at all, surrounded by the pain of their desperation. Many seemed to think the future of their lives—even life itself—depended on acquiring that number. The emotional pain many felt was like someone being held underwater, absolutely desperate for a breath of air. That level of desperation is truly painful, and it was painful for me as well solely because I was so close to them. So, I vowed right then and there never to return to that place again. (I still haven't, and I won't.)

But the casino is a bit different, so let me tell you the story of our experience at the casino in hopes of saving you the trouble of trying it out for yourself.

The first time friends took me to the casino, naturally I was curious about what magic could do there. I had not intended to play, but my friend Diem handed me $10 and asked me to give it a try. So I magically focused on the machine in front of me and right away, I began winning.

At first, it was great. That first machine gave me a small jackpot of $600. Then I went to several other machines and each one gave me back more dollars than I had put in. Soon I had over $1,100, and a few people near us were shaking their heads and looking at me in amazement, wondering how I kept winning repeatedly.

But then, unexpectedly and against my will, my friend Diem's brother reached over and gave me a really big bear hug to express joy over my unending success. Naturally, this seriously disrupted my energies and concentration; in fact, my energies were pretty much shattered by it. From that point forward, every machine gave me fewer dollars back than I put in. So I wised up and stopped gambling.

For the next couple of hours as I watched Diem continue to play, she repeatedly (maybe five times) asked me to come sit there and play the machine right behind her, pointing to it emphatically. But I was now in a stubborn mood and refused, not wanting my energies to be disturbed further. Finally, someone else went over to the machine Diem kept asking me to play, and the machine went nuts! Literally lost its mind! Supposedly, if a machine messes up, the customer automatically wins. And that's exactly what happened. The machine Diem had been wanting me to play began spitting out quarters and wouldn't stop. The attendant had to bring him several more buckets to hold all those quarters, and as the player scooped his quarters into the buckets, the machine continued clicking and clicking in an attempt to eject more quarters it didn't even have anymore. Had I been a bit less stubborn and listened to Diem, sitting down at that machine as she had kept asking me to do, every one of those several buckets of quarters would have been mine to take home!

When we left the casino, I still had $800 in my pocket from the original $10 invested, but I felt frustrated that my efforts to make a fortune had been interfered with by an unsought bear hug—and I suppose my stubbornness hadn't helped either. So another day I went back with Diem and her brother to the casino once more, determined to stay with just one little machine all by myself, putting all my magical efforts into that one machine only, not letting anyone bother me.

It was just a little 25-cent machine, but with the help of magic, after the first three quarters went in, it started building up my winnings—$50, $100, $200, $350. But then Diem's brother found me and said it was time to go home.

WHAT??? He had just broken my energies, again!

I hadn't made this machine's jackpot yet. I was sure it was soon to happen and told him so. "Just a while longer!" I asked, but he was determined we had to leave. As I stood up, a casino employee came by and stopped, staring at my machine's display window, clearly astonished anyone could have built it up well over the $300 mark with just a few quarters. But with Diem's brother unimpressed, that measly $300 was all there was from my 75-cent investment. I now felt doubly frustrated and never went back to the casino again.

But later, Diem decided to go back on her own, alone, one more time. Since magic had seemed to be working for me, she wanted to try doing the same to win. She chose a slot machine, a big one, not like the little quarter machine I'd focused on. Hers was taking dollar after dollar from her as she envisioned its bells ringing, its lights flashing, and the announcement coming that its biggest jackpot had just been won. That was her focus, her magic, her only focus: those lights and bells going off right in front of her, with the announcement that the jackpot had just been won. Surely I was right in telling her that could make it happen. Dollar after dollar went into that machine, hundreds of dollars, and the lever was pulled again and again until Diem's arm became sore. Her head stayed filled with magical thoughts of its lights and bells, the jackpot being won. But finally, after hours and with nearly all her money spent, she gave up, concluding the magic just wasn't going to work for her after all. Maybe I had been wrong.

Diem backed away from the machine just as a girl was walking by who, seeing Diem ready to leave, leaned over that same moment and stuck one dollar into that machine, just one dollar. Immediately, as Diem watched, still right in front of it, its bells started ringing, its lights began flashing, and the announcement came that the jackpot of $3,000 had just been won! Of course, the girl who had just been walking by as Diem scooted back, dollar in hand, was ecstatic, jumping up and down and screaming. But did she share even a little of that $3,000 with Diem, after Diem had magically prepped the machine for hours until it was ready to produce its full jackpot?

Nope!

What the girl did instead made Diem feel even worse about it by telling her "You sat there so long and I only stuck in one dollar, only one dollar! Wow! So incredible!"

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Did the magic work? . . . . Yep, it absolutely did, and exactly as envisioned!

Diem saw exactly what she'd applied all her magical efforts (and money) toward seeing: all the bells, all the flashing lights, right there up close in front of her on that very machine, along with the announcement that the grand jackpot had just been won. It was all just as she'd envisioned it.

But did she get what she had really wanted? . . . . Nope. Not at all. Coming home empty-handed was not the plan.

That was Diem's last time to go to the casino. Neither of us will ever go back. I hope you get the point and won't feel a need to go to one either.

Magic works. It worked for both of us perfectly. But the process can get really complicated, usually because of other people with their own needs and intentions getting involved, twisting things around.

Fortunately, there are far better ways to spend one's magical energies that are able to bring about good and lasting results and in ways that are far easier to successfully experience, especially when done unselfishly. For whatever you send out into the universe will be what comes back to you, every time.