Expecting to Win to Lose, my Angel 444 Commeth, It's Scorpio Time

It's the day after my last post about gambling. In that post I talked about how in order to win, you have to totally expect not to win. And to know this not with the brain, but with the soul, for the soul knows everything. And I guess I thought I would win with my soul, because in reality I lost my ass. I bet heavily on Cooper Kupp who was expected to have another great came. He always does. All the odds makers said it. So I bet on Cooper and of course, he had a pathetic game. So bad he spent most of it on the bench. The sports headlines go from "Weird Game" to "Irrelevant Game."

Still, I continue to bet on these sports expecting to win again one day, but as long as I know this, I won't. However, not to fear, for I have been giving a sign that good things are coming my way in the form of the numbers 444 appearing on my phone this morning. These are the same numbers that kept popping up when I was claiming victory over lung cancer by chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo. Some know these as Angel Numbers and I'm okay with this, for I know I've heard one of my angels whisper in my ear "It's going to be okay" as I was demolishing my old VW Beetle into an oncoming car, and lived to walk away from it. 

But today is the 23rd of October and we all know what that means: Today (echo, echo, echo...)  is the 23rd of October which means it is Scorpio time of year. The scorpion is regarded as a creature, which has a very tender face to be compared with the countenance of a chaste virgin. Like most women, therefore, it has its beauty and innocent charm. At the same time, however, its opposite end is capable of delivering a painful, possibly fatal sting, and the creature is, therefore, to be feared and avoided. Thus the scorpion evokes the same ambivalence and the same quivering conflict of desire and fear.

Folklore also holds that the oil of the scorpion is a cure for the pain of its sting, and the scorpion is, therefore, all the more appropriate as a symbol of the fair sex, for as Hermann Hesse notes in his book Steppenwolf, "Women...relish much of scorpions, for both have stings, and both can hurt too."

~~Eso "Steppenwolf" Terry