Note dated 4/10: I don’t have any strength. Everything written below is on hold, and perhaps permanently. I do not know what is wrong with me. Adrenal fatigue? Or something else? I have no clue. Both times I went out today, and the time I went out yesterday, it is an effort to go a few blocks. I am going to stay in Reno until I get a little stronger. I just do not know what is going on.
It’s the only plan that makes sense.
I can no longer wait for Silicon Valley, Google or WordPress to “fiscally and housing support me” in my efforts to save America. (I knocked four or five times, but no answer. The first time I knocked in May 2012 almost got me killed at least a dozen times in aggregate in three different cities when I jumped the train in the midwest trying to dodge the Mafia on my way back to NY.)
This plan to go to Las Vegas came to me in a dream last night.
I know it is the right thing for me to do.
I am excited about my future doing this, for I know what I could achieve given 90 days or so to get started.
Advising poker players in regard to how to improve brain performance “gives me my life back” in a spiritual sense.
It gives me hope, and something quite meaningful to do.
It gives me the company of other human beings as well.
And it gives me fun.
I have always enjoyed the challenge of poker, and the camaraderie.
I have quite a bit of life experience playing poker.
If I had to guess, I’d say I have at least 12,000 hours under my belt at a poker table, if not 15,000 hours or even more.
I have played poker at roughly 50 different card rooms in America, Canada, and England. Poker was “my life for a while”, until I gave it up to find the cure for manic depression. I used to wander around the country by car or minivan playing cards.
In 1987 and 1988, I bought every book I could find on poker, and read every single one of them more than twice, if not more than three times.
In 1987 and 1988, I was the President of a small mfg. company called Darman Mfg. Company at the time. As soon as this company had begun to succeed in 1988 as the result of a little bit of genius and a lot of hard work, I took up another challenge, and this was “to be the best poker player that I could possibly be”.
I was very good at poker a long time ago, but not at hold ‘em, the game of choice today, and the game I least liked out of a choice of three (hold ‘em, Seven Card Stud, and Omaha Hi Low). Despite aggregate losses of perhaps $160,000 over a nine year period, I was no slouch at either seven card stud or Omaha Hi Low. I used to regularly dominate tables full of professional poker players and was a very strong and respected player when I was not too manic. However, I lost everything I had won and more when “I went over the top” from the standpoint of manic depression. It was not uncommon for me to win $1,000 a day playing 15/30 stud or Omaha 10/20 Hi Low, something I have done many, many times in my life. I best the best in London England at the Victoria Club out of $1,000 a day for three days in a row, despite never having played “pot limit” seven card stud in my life. (In pot limit, the strategy changes from playing limit, the game I was familiar with.) In my first two sessions at Foxwoods I won a total of $6,500 playing Omaha 10/20 Hi Low–> The second session I won $3,500 in 11.5 hours in a split pot Omaha 10/20 8 or better game–> a feat that would probably go into the Guinness Book of World Records if they ever recorded such. (Manics play a rush better than anyone in the world, and I was no exception.) In Atlantic City, I once took a $50 bill and turned it into $7,500 and then went broke from becoming too manic–> all in a twelve day span. In Atlantic City, I beat one of the best players in the U.S. at the time playing heads up stud and omaha twice. He quit playing heads up with me after this. Well over a dozen times in my life (if not two dozen) I have turned $50 or less into $1,000 in two or three days. When I was “in the zone” in a hypomanic sense, I was almost unbeatable.
I gave up poker for any real time spent at the tables or any real money in 1996, as I had extracted what lessons I needed to learn from this game, and it was time to move on. Time spend at the poker table by the summer of 1996 was interfering with my quest to find the cure for manic depression (after my playing poker for long hours for so many years having helped in this regard so critically and so much).
Poker taught me a great deal.
The $160,000 I lost playing poker over a nine year span is the best investment that I ever made in my life. Out of this investment came knowledge worth many billions, if not knowledge critical to humanity’s very survival, if the truth of the matter ever becomes fully known.
Incidentally, $60,000 of this 160K was “lost in one single seven card stud hand” in 1991, of which I paid $40,000 off the next day in cash. I ran my local bank out of 100 dollar bills, they gave me some 50′s due to this. Amazingly, I got away with a $20,000 white lie in regard to what I owed the pot, saving $20,000 from an extremely improbable hand that was almost certainly involved a rigged deck that was set up to trap me, but one I could not prove, and therefore had to pay off.
As a result of playing poker on a professional level for almost nine years between late 1987 and June 1996, I know a great deal about what professional poker players go through when they play long sessions of poker.
As a result of taking roughly 150,000 capsules of individual free form amino acids since 1997, I know more than anyone in the world how to fuel brain performance.
I am willing to freely give what I know to the world, but not in Las Vegas, where what I know is worth money, and my time should be sold, not given away.
I am going to Las Vegas to hang out my shingle counseling players on how to fuel their brains and “how to shut their brain down naturally and go to sleep” for somewhere between $100 and $250 an hour.
Business cards will become a reality as soon as I can make this happen.
So will an LLC.
I wanted to do this over a dozen years ago, but I knew it would be the death of me to place a running ad in Las Vegas in regard to counseling poker players how to use free form amino acids and other natural measures to improve brain performance.
It may still mean the death of me.
I am walking into the lion’s den, for the Mafia has a presence in Las Vegas, just as they have a presence in many cities in the U.S.
It is going to take me a little while to get started, for I am not in the best of shape right now.
I refuse to run and try to hide from the Mafia.
Running is over for me.
The World Series Of Poker is coming fairly soon, and I most certainly want to be actively counseling people by then.
Playing poker depletes the brain, and I know how to refuel the brain better than anyone in the world. (No one is even close, to the best of my knowledge.)
A man needs to work to retain his self respect.
Any income generated will be put into recovering my own health.
I do have it in me to put my iMac on the bus one more time, so I expect to be keeping it.
Bus rides are hard on me. My last three all resulted in gall bladder problems. Somehow the rhythm of the bus engine shakes stones out of my liver and into my gall bladder it seems. I may have to deal with this when I arrive in Las Vegas. I will try to deal with this using what I know about liver cleansing, but if I do not succeed and lose my gall bladder, so be it.
My knowledge about the true dynamics of manic depression actually began in a poker playing environment in 1996, before I took nutritional supplements in order to deal with this.
The Trump Taj Mahal and the Resorts Casino in Atlantic City were “my home” for years.
I could still walk into the Trump Taj Majal today and some people on the floor and dealing would most certainly remember me.
However, it is not Atlantic City where my knowledge is of most value.
It is Las Vegas, and that is where I am going.
Lack of teeth is going to be a bit of a stumbling block, and so is a lack of funds to get started. (These issues may only delay me from succeeding. They will not stop me from success.)
I don’t care how long it may take.
Sooner or later, I could make a good living counseling professional poker players in Las Vegas, as well as write “a natural cures book” adapted to the world of professional poker–>
If the Mafia allows me to live long enough, that is.
It is time for me to succeed, or die trying.
Friday is check out day for me here in Reno, as well as the day I will be getting on the bus.
I will report my exact location in Las Vegas by blogging it as soon as I know it, as well as blog any changes I may make.
I do not have a phone, but I will be getting one on my next check, even if it is only a cheap flip phone.
If the Mafia wants to talk to me, my motel room door in Vegas will always be opened if knocked upon, and I welcome a respectful chat or two (or more).
If the Mafia wants to kill me, my motel room door will always be opened if knocked upon as well.
It’s time to either die or succeed, the latter of which I know I can achieve within 1 or 2 years, the former of which may be forced upon me.
At least if I die in Las Vegas before my 62nd birthday, or my 63rd, my death will be meaningful, for it will be almost 100% certainty that the Mafia did it (or knew of its occurrence and allowed it to happen).
The chance of my committing suicide in Las Vegas while carrying out the above plan in the next few years is absolutely zero.
The chance of my being a random victim of murder in Las Vegas over the next year or two is awfully slim.
The chance of my dying of natural causes is awfully slim as well. (Despite my lack of health, I am nowhere close to death.)
The Mafia (or their Illuminati friends with the Mafia being informed and knowingly allowing this) being behind my death should it occur in the next two years represents the rest (which has to be 99%+).
It’s going to be a lot of fun passing out business cards and telling life stories while playing low limit poker.
And it’s going to be quite meaningful to counsel other very smart persons in regard to what I know.
The future of humanity depends on us understanding our brain and how it really works in a practical everyday sense.
This is exactly “what I know” (how the human brain works in a practical sense), and as a discoverer, I know far better than anyone else. (Odd to some, all of this understanding relates to the GI tract. The brain is only a secondary target organ to primary gut events. Fix the GI tract and dietary issues, and the brain will follow suit.)
If the Mafia wants to continue to suppress key free form amino acid, GI tract and other natural healing knowledge, knowledge on which humanity’s survival in the next 100 years or two ultimately depends, it is the equivalent of them shooting themselves (and everyone else on this planet) in the heart, and not the foot. (It is “suicide as an entire species” to suppress what I know to be true.)
Lastly, it would be a real shame if Silicon Valley and the American Mafia headquartered in NYC did not ultimately make a mutually beneficial deal to save America, and in doing so perhaps save the World too. (IMHO, this is the only chance we’ve got.)